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      <title>Araby by James Joyce by Williams</title>
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      <pubDate>2018-02-05 14:45:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jill: &quot;Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derived by vanity and my eyes burned with anguish and anger&quot;. (p7, Joyce) </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>His obsession over her was all a dream and a realization that would never come true. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:41:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Taylor M - Religion?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“A priest, had died in the back drawing-room. Air, musty from having been long enclosed, hung in all the rooms,” (Araby 1) This embodies the cultural question left by the war; is god alive anymore? Is he even real? The religious beliefs had died but still hung in the air of society, the old ways of religion still lingered. As though it had been musty air, long enclosed in society. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:45:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Julian: I listened to the fall of the coins.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This phrase conveys the main idea because the narrator is coming to a realization of the emptiness/superficiality of his love for the girl. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:49:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Julian: But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This was a provoking sentence because falling into superficial love or rather lust is an easily relatable topic for a young person. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:51:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jill: Yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood. </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I didn't like how this boy was overly obsessed with her, the fact that this phrase sound like he can't live without her, like she is everything that he needs and wants or else he will die. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:51:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Taylor M - Light</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“The light was out. The upper part of the hall was now completely dark” I found this interesting because it shows his desire for her having gone out like a light. After she is portrayed as almost angelic using the imagery of light.  Seeing the evolution of her relationship with light is quite a moving technique and I liked seeing the authors craft in such a way </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:53:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Taylor M - Convent </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Convent” <br>The way the girl refers to school as a convent shows her connection to religion, she must go to the convent instead of the bazar, religion is most import to her and she is portrayed as angelic. This again speaks to the authors preoccupation with religion and its refection of culture.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:55:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jill: Then I turned away slowly and walked down the middle of the bazaar. </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I find that he realize it was no use to fight for her or to go for it, he slowly giving up and move forward.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-07 15:58:06 UTC</pubDate>
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