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nothing but death can keep me from him
Thank you so much! You were quick to grab his face and give him a sloppy, wet kiss. Ben pecked your lips and pulled away from you to try and put your pyjamas on, but you let go of his arms and jumped into bed with nothing but your underwear on. He stared at your attempt of making puppy eyes and walked towards you. You pulled him down to bed next to you and cuddled to his side before getting on top of him. Ben smiled as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips and cupped his face with your hands, staring deeply at his eyes. He gently made you sit down in front of him as he bit his lip and tried his best to not burst out laughing again at your crying.
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Topics: Character Analysis , Literary Analysis. The Color Purple by Alice Walker is a very controversial novel, which many people found to be very offensive. The main character in The Color Purple is Celie a coloured woman with little or no education at all. She is one who has been used and abused by all the men in her life, and because of these men, she has very little courage or ambition in her life. She has so little courage, that all she wants to do is just survive. She finally learns enough and with the final straw she could no longer bare, she leaves her husband and becomes an independent happy woman.
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There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul. And there are corpses, feet made of cold and sticky clay, death is inside the bones, like a barking where there are no dogs, coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere, growing in the damp air like tears of rain. Sometimes I see alone coffins under sail, embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair, with bakers who are as white as angels, and pensive young girls married to notary publics, caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead, the river of dark purple, moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death, filled by the sound of death which is silence. Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree. I'm not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see, but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets, of violets that are at home in the earth, because the face of death is green, and the look death gives is green, with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf and the somber color of embittered winter.