Case AnalysisAngela RosadoProfessional & Ethical Issues in Forensic PsychOctober 15, 2014Mary McGreevyCase Analysis “In Vignette 3, an inmate is incarcerated due to a history of violent behavior(s). While in prison the inmate was known as being a “model prisoner”. Now that the inmate is scheduled for a parole hearing, the warden believes the inmate possesses the propensity to commit a violent crime if released, and “requests that a psychologists/psychiatrist evaluate the inmate using psychological tests”. The warden has requested that the evaluator commit a known Ethical and Statutory violations, so that he may keep the inmate in prison and that the inmate’s parole request be denied”…
On a spring day in West Florida, Janie spent the afternoon lying under a pear tree. The delicate serenity of nature filled her with sheer contentment and delight. In a dream like state, “through the pollinated air she saw a glorious being coming up the road” that in “her former blindness she had known as shiftless Johnny Taylor” (11). Janie’s romantic visions are reflected by springtime. At sixteen years old, Janie, herself, was blooming into a woman. In a trance, Johnny Taylor became the target of her infatuation. Nature’s power of suggestion was able to “[beglamore] his rags and her eyes” (12). Just as Johnny Taylor kisses her, Janie’s grandmother, Nanny, wakes from her nap and catches the two under the pear tree. In desperation, Nanny has Janie married off to a wealthy farmer, Logan Killicks, and in an instant Janie’s carefree fantasies come to an end.…
Munro, Alice. “How I Met My Husband.” Perrine’s Literature Structure, Sound & Sense. Eds. Thomas R. Arp and Greg Johnson. Boston: Wadsworth Cengage Learning, 2009. 125-140.…
Curley’s wife had a big dream all set up in her mind. The only problem is that it never happened. She came so close to coming to her dreams, but then it was all taken away. From a young age, Curley’s wife wanted to be a famous movie-star. She dreamed of being around all the big directors, and completely changing her life. She had met with a few directors and all said she had that “twinkle” in her eyes that would win a crowd. She almost had the opportunity to go to Hollywood, she just had to wait for a letter. Unfortunately, that is all she did, wait, and wait, and wait. It never arrived. She went so far as to blame her mother saying she took the letter because she didn’t want her to fulfill her dreams. With all of this said and done, she left her hometown and found the Ranch. This failed dream of being a movie-star made Curley’s wife very depressed and lonely. She married Curley just because she wanted another person to fill the void of her lost dreams. The only problem is that she is very distant from her husband. It sent her deeper into loneliness.…
In this Essay I will compare and contrast Havisham, by Carol Ann Duffy and Porphyria’s Lover, by Robert Browning. I will explore and analyse the range of poetic devices used to tell a story of love gone wrong. Havisham is spoken by a fictional character based on Charles Dickens’ Miss Havisham. Duffy depicts Havisham as a woman crippled by love and loneliness after being left at the altar. In contrast Browning’s poem sees Porphyria’s Lover murder Porphyria, so she can’t leave and he will no longer be lonely in her absence. Despite being written over 150 years apart both poems share a theme of love and loneliness portrayed through unhinged minds. They tell the story of painful suffering and longing due to separation from their lovers, although they dreamt of marriage it cannot be an option- both characters drive themselves to madness in the loneliness of their dark rooms.…
New Line Cinema’s romantic comedy love jones by Theodore Witcher examines the battle of the sexes by asking (1) whether the third time is, indeed, a charm and (2) can your soulmate of the opposite sex be found, and if so, can the faith, and love between you move mountains?…
In Love on the B-Line by Adam Kraar, two lovers dispute over their relationship at a subway in Brooklyn. Kraar uses a style that is simple and commonplace, but romantic still. The characters, Robbie and Marie, are rather ordinary and are living through a situation which many real-life couples also experience. This literary piece thrives on realistic human element, making is easy for readers to relate to them and understand the emotions that Robbie and Marie feel. Love on the B-Line is a believable and easy to follow read, dotted with romantic metaphors, and concluded with an unexpected ending.…
I heard the murmur of their voices as I crossed the hall; the newly wedded couple had just sat down for dinner together, they had arrived only an hour ago. I entered the room to see Rebecca, her dark ash-brown hair, flowing like silk as it trailed down behind her dainty, gentle shoulders. I just couldn’t help to think, what kind of woman she was. I set down the plates, not speaking a word to either Sir or the new Madam; I was not in a position to talk to either of them, as that was not my responsibility. Madame, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She seemed so comfortable being herself. She was so lovely, so accomplished, so amusing. This was my first meeting with her, and already I was in awe of her. She had the perfect breeding to be Sir’s wife, she was incredibly beautiful and as time went I on, I realised she had the brains and confidence to outwit anyone. She was entirely different to the second Mrs De Winter.…
Patricelli, Kathryn. "Mental Health Care, Inc." Mental Health Care, Inc. Mental Health Care, Inc., n.d. Web. 01 Dec. 2012. <http://www.mhcinc.org/poc/view_doc.php?type=doc>.…
Marriage is something that is sometimes hard to keep and brings struggles to people’s lives. “The Painted Door”, a short story written by Sinclair Ross, involves a married couple who goes through multiple conflicts and endeavor to live with each other on a distant farmland. Ann, John’s solitary wife, has fallen into an unusual attraction to John’s friend Steven. Although John is partly responsible for his tragic end, Ann should also take the blame for John’s death.…
I remember my last conversation with my dear husband. It felt so strangely awkward. His plans of sailing to France confused me, and while he talked, I did not listen. I was only concentrating on him, staring into his dear face and wondering about if he still had any love left for me at all. I scarcely noticed the cold wind of the port as it cooled my spine. The flood of tears that gushed down my cheeks could not be restrained; the thought of saying goodbye was excruciating. Now it’s worse! I fear that knowing my husband is the Scarlet Pimpernel will alter our relationship once and for all. I only wish that I could say sorry, and hope with all my heart that I will set eyes on my brave, brave husband once more.…
Godwin opens her short story with an opening sentence that confuses the mood of the parable and confounds the reader. “Once upon a time there was a wife and mother one too many times” (39). Those first four words, the quint-essential opening of every story book fantasy that invokes beautiful imagery of princesses and green forests with colorful gardens and carefree animals and always has a way of overcoming great obstacles to endorse a long and happy life, opens the reader’s mind to a cheerful theme. The next six words present an “ah” moment, eliciting the feeling of comfort and caring that a wife and mother provides. She has extracted emotions of love and adoration that many of us endear with our mothers to passion and intimacy towards our wives. Ms. Godwin has, in the first ten words of her first sentence, devoted the reader to the main character without even mentioning anything about her. We do not know who she is, we do not know where she is, we do not know how she is, but we want to know.…
How would you feel if you found out that the person you love really wasn’t who you thought they were? In the piece, “The Wife’s Story” by Ursula K. Le Guin, she gives the reader an excellent image of the characters using the tone of the story and her detailed mind.…
In sixth grade, I stood before a podium that stared back at my English class. This was not how I envisioned sharing my love for reading and writing; however, it was required. My palms felt sticky, and I just knew that the entire class could see my heart as it was about to hop from the walls that kept it safe. I prayed that I would not forget the lines as I recited The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. In sixth grade, reading, writing, and I started a relationship. Today, we have yet to break up.…
I saw her. In a miniscule moment. Her long brown hair so luscious and lively, cascading like a waterfall past her shoulders down to her torso. Curls bouncing as she turned. Her eyes were as green as a tropical forest. When caught in your direction, they not only saw your body but also your soul. So bewitching, as if she could lure you in with a single grimace. I was breathless. Her beauty was bewildering. I could not seem to comprehend how a woman could be so perfect. It seemed as though utopia did exist, though it had taken human form. I had never felt like that before, it was incredible, yet somewhat miserable… would I ever see this woman again? Was she real or was I going mad? I continued to promenade through the markets. The thought of this woman still trapped in my mind.…