Throughout history there have been many great authors in different respects. Just as artists, authors need to choose the medium in which they will express their message. Authors could use poems, prose, or any other way to express their work. Two popular ways to express a work is either a novel or a play. Reading a play is very different from reading a novel in several key ways. First, reading a play forces you to think more about how the play would be acted out. When you read a novel, you are freer to create your own world. You can imagine both what the characters look like and create more full versions of their personalities for yourself. When reading a play, however, you are more coerced to use the author’s version of its production. You are more likely to look at past performances and when individuals read each like in the play, it provokes though about how each character would say it. People are more likely to think about voice inflection and overall meaning as it is more straightforward than in a novel.

                An interpretation of twelfth night if it were a novel might differ from one in its current state in a few ways. A novel allows people to create their own scenery, and situations. Therefore an interpretation would differ because people would most likely have different individual ideas about the specific scenes and characters in the story. Also, the thoughts about how the characters feel would be more open to interpretation because we would see less body movement if it were in a novel. The author would be able to create a better suspended reality in order to personify certain elements of the plot more effectively than in a play where most thing must be able to be acted out on stage.

                Watching the movie differs from reading the play because it varies the degree of control that the author has over the interpretation of the work to the audience. In a novel and a play it is impossible to show exactly what characters look like for the most part. Most of the interpretation is left up to the author. In the movie version of the work the director is the one who controls the audiences’ interpretation of the work. 

Andrew Welton

February 13, 2013

Ms. Sweezey

                The Character Viola is very crucial to the overall plot of the play. She provides the false identity that allows the love triangle we see in the play to exist. Viola makes others think she is a man in order to gain a job after a tragedy in her personal life. As the plot unfolds, we learn that other characters have fallen in love with her on the predisposition that she is actually a man. This leads to great confusion amongst characters which is the primary and central plot of the play. Thus the character Viola is central to the play. Viola is smart and she always uses practical reason to figure out her problems. For instance, when her brother dies she dresses like a man only to get a job. This is using reason because instead of mourning and being poor she goes out and achieves. Viola is the brother of Sebastian and becomes the hand of the Duke Orsino. This makes her attract Olivia as she looks like a man. Viola stated about women’s love “And so they are: alas, that they are so; To die, even when they to perfection grow”. This quote specifically shows her deception and capabilities thereof. Viola also stated: “Sooth, but you must. Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, Hath for your love a great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her; You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?” which defines Viola because it shows her capabilities to argue with her smarts as well as her admiring of women which she is unknowingly to the other characters. Viola also explained, “Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis poetical,” which further explains Viola because it shows her willingness to put on a show to keep up her deceit. This speaks to her character because the whole sub plot of the novel is created by her deceit. 

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these are the lyrics to the song i will be analyzing

[Eclectic Introduction]

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gye gye gye gyeeeeuw.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gyuh nyi nyi nyi nyiiii nyao ni ni ni.

Aeg eh euf, gyah, ah, yef, yaaiooiiiiinaaiiooneueuaodeh.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gye naowenyeeehuh.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gyuh nyi nao seddedum.

Aeg eh euf, gyah, ah, yef, giaoaiosoiiiiinaaiiooneueuayewnudeh.

[Eclectic Breakdown]

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gye naowenyeeehuh.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gyuh nyi nao seddedum.

Aeg eh euf, gyah, ah, yef, giaoaioseoiiiiinaaiio -

Call 911 now!

BWUY YOH.

GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, NYIOAM.

BWUY YOH.

GWOH nyeh nyeh nyeh, GWOOOOP GUHWEEEE-YOOOOO.

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee NYIOAM.

GWEE GWOOOOHOOH nuh nuh nuh, gwish gwash,

you gah uh jah!

BWUY YOH.

GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, NYIOAM.

BWUY YOH.

GWOH nyeh nyeh nyeh, GWOOOOP GUHWEEEE-YOOOOO.

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee NYIOAM.

GWEE GWOOOOHOOH nuh nuh nuh, gwish gwash gwilla bah.

BWUY YOH.

Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww weeeeh.

Gritchlew,

WEUUUUW, GWAAH GWOOH GRAW GRIH GRIH GRIH GREUUUUW.

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee REHHH sheww.

(Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww.)

Geh geh geh GUHWEEEE EH nuh nuh nuh,

gwish gwash,

you gah uh jah!

BWUY YOH.

Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww weeeeh.

Gritchlew,

WEUUUUW, GWAAH GWOOH GRAW GRIH GRIH GRIH GREUUUUW.

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee REHHH sheww.

(Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww.)

Geh geh geh GUHWEEEE EH nuh nuh nuh,

gwish gwash,

you gah uh jah!

[Eclectic Interlude]

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gye naowenyeeehuh.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gyuh nyi nao seddedum.

Aeg eh euf, gyah, ah, yef, giaoaioseoiiiiinaaiio -

Call 911 now!

BWUY YOH, GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, NYIOAM,

BWUY YOH, GWOH nyeh nyeh nyeh, GWOOOOP GUHWEEEE-YOOOOO,

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee NYIOAM,

GWEE GWOOOOHOOH nuh nuh nuh, gwish gwash,

niaoom unna ninny knee.

BWUY YOH.

GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, GWEEEH nyen nyun nyon, NYIOAM.

BWUY YOH.

GWOH nyeh nyeh nyeh, GWOOOOP GUHWEEEE-YOOOOO.

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee NYIOAM.

GWEE GWOOOOHOOH nuh nuh nuh, gwoh shehnaaahhh.

BWUY YOH.

Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww weeeeh.

Gritchlew,

WEUUUUW, GWAAH GWOOH GRAW GRIH GRIH GRIH GREUUUUW.

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee REHHH sheww.

(Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww.)

Geh geh geh GUHWEEEE EH nuh nuh nuh,

gwish gwash,

you gah uh jah!

BWUY YOH.

Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww weeeeh.

Gritchlew,

WEUUUUW, GWAAH GWOOH GRAW GRIH GRIH GRIH GREUUUUW.

GWEEE nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee nyee REHHH sheww.

(Bwohhhh widdle da widdle do woodley widdledy wawww)

Geh geh geh GUHWEEEE EH nuh nuh nuh,

gwish gwash,

you gah uh jah!

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gye gye gye gyeeeeuw.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gyuh nyi nyi nyi nyiiii nyao ni ni ni.

Aeg eh euf, gyah, ah, yef, yaaiooiiiiinaaiiooneueuaodeh.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gye naowenyeeehuh.

Aeg eh euf, gyaaaa uh ah uh, gyuh nyi nao seddedum.

Aeg eh euf, gyah, ah, yef, giaoaiosoiiiiinaaiiooneueuayewnudeh.

[Eclectic Outro]

Once upon a time there was a tiny man from the village of blanderbeak. This man was so short in fact that he was nationally recognized as the shortest man on the face of the earth. However, he was more of a small town hero to the people of blanderbeak. His fame brought notice not only to him but to this small town and the honor thereof. Therefore, he was beloved by everyone in blanderbeak. This man had a small family, not of size but of numerical count, that he loved very much. In this sense he was a perfect family man in that he never was immoral and almost always a perfect father to his children. He was a very loving husband and never was questioned by anyone of any wrongdoing.

                However, one day while he was walking along the trail to the market he encountered a witch. This wicked old lady had bad smells draped about her as the small man wafted the scents of her cruelty into his nose. She wore a extremely old cape that was very out of fashion. As this tiny man knew this he gained confidence in the first words he spoke to her. He greeted her kindly not breaking stride when suddenly she stopped. He slowed down and turned back and discovered the old lady had disappeared only to look back in the direction he was walking to see her in front of him again. Nearly colliding with her the small man stopped and asked if he could help the old frail woman. She said that he could by feeding her family. He told the woman that he did not have any food. She then proceeded to tell him that the small man could buy her product. Suddenly, a chariot appeared. The chariot came sweeping across the trail and swept the woman off her feet and took her out of sight. The man decided to keep walking and came upon an old friend. This taller friend greeted him but seemed to be speaking some foreign language that the small man could not understand. He asked  for his friend to repeat the sentence but as he opened his mouth the second time bugs started to fly out in swarms. He thought that it must be the witches curse. He knew the only way to stop this curse was to impale the victims face with his teeth before starting the legendary journey for the unicorns tear. The small man knew that no one had ever achieved this feat but he loved his friend so much that he must try. So he bit his friends face and as he turned around to start on his quest he found his mother standing behind him. Puzzled,  he was suddenly overcome with excitement as it had been quite sometime since their last visit. He then ran towards her arms spread to give a leaping hug when suddenly his mom took out a banana and threw it at him. The banana hit the man square in the chest. Puzzled, the small man removed that banana to reveal a flesh wound with an protruding rainbow ending at the location of the green horse. The then stood still in shock of this as his mother took out a second fruit, this time an orange and hit him in the head before he fall over dead. This however, was not the end of the small man as he continued to live on for quite some time on the local news. It was shocking then, for his beloved townspeople to find out that he had eaten the face of a total stranger and had no reaction to a gunshot to the chest from a local police officer. It took several shots then for the police officer to kill him ending with one to the head. This local expression of free will ended in one of the most traumatic ways possible for the victim and the perpetrator. As it turns out, it was the evilness of the witch that lead to the downfall of this great hero. It has recently been proclaimed that the king and his men are on the hunt for such a woman in order to ring her to justice. They have sent out many knights; however some lords have put a restriction on their power. This restriction has only lead to more curses being put on the good people of good towns. Therefore the executive council of the foreign allies of the galaxy hereby claim that the intergalactic wizard alliance begin a program to end the abuse of curses throughout our galaxy. In order to assure the safety of its people the underground facility inspection crew promote the use of the above scenario in order to preach a society and attitude of gratefulness towards reality. Therefore, dur to the above allegiances, the council on coniferous vegetables and the USA adhere to the honor code of presidents in order to promote a culture of large flying mammals.

                As Steve wakes from his dream he understands that the use of illegal substances is truly something not worth doing.

this is not a test

I would like to formally announce that this is not a test contrary to popular belief. By popular belief I am of course referring to my own belief due to the fact that I am for the moment alone. Even though personally I do not find any particular issue with being alone it is a common American conception that being alone may be bad. Not necessarily alone in the context of a quiet afternoon reading by yourself but alone in the context of “hello! I am named Jacamo because my parents obviously had no concern with my personal ability to find a suitable mate in order to pro-create. Probably for the good of humanity as I contain the genes that veer me towards the tendency of naming my children something unpleasant enough as to harm their ability to secure social acceptability. Also I have a lot of cats, and by a lot I mean so many that any normal person would find me not normal. I may end up being alone (this is where the example is found) forever, or until I die”. This term of alone can also apply to similar instances of world Apocalypses and events similar to that.