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Themes of The Stranger. Individual versus Society The needs and wants of the individual person go against the expectations of their society/ community Can you think of examples from your life where what people want is in contention with societal expectations?
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Themes of The Stranger Individual versus Society • The needs and wants of the individual person go against the expectations of their society/ community • Can you think of examples from your life where what people want is in contention with societal expectations? • How might this concept relate to Existentialism?
Themes of The Stranger Justice versus Law • Are they the same thing? • What are the differences between the two? • Think of some examples from real life.
What is an antihero? • First let’s define a hero. • Think of a few examples. What qualities does a hero possess? • Antiheronot the opposite of a hero. It is a protagonist who goes against our typical definitions of a hero. He or she may still have some heroic qualities, but doesn’t respond in the same way a hero would.
Time by Pink Floyd Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinkingAnd racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're olderAnd shorter of breath and one day closer to deathEvery year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English wayThe time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home againI like to be here when I canWhen I come home cold and tiredIt's good to warm my bones beside the fireFar away, across the field, tolling on the iron bellCalls the faithful to their kneesAnd hear the softly spoken magic spell
Fred Jones Part 2 by Ben Folds Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes Things that remind him: 'Life has been good‘ Twenty-five years He's worked at the paper A man's here to take him downstairs And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones …It's time
There was no party, there were no songs 'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started No one is left here that knows his first name And life barrels on like a runaway train Where the passengers change They don't change anything You get off; someone else can get on And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones It's time
Streetlight shines through the shades Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face He reflects on the day Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement Projecting some slides onto a plain white Canvas and traces It, fills in the spaces He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right Yeah, and all of these bastards have taken his place He's forgotten but not yet gone And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones… It's time
THE ROLLING STONES Satisfaction I can't get no satisfactionI can't get no satisfaction'Cause I try and I try and I try and I tryI can't get no, I can't get noWhen I'm drivin' in my carAnd that man comes on the radioAnd he's tellin' me more and moreAbout some useless informationSupposed to fire my imaginationI can't get no, oh no no noHey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no satisfactionI can't get no satisfaction'Cause I try and I try and I try and I tryI can't get no, I can't get noWhen I'm watchin' my TVAnd that man comes on to tell meHow white my shirts can beBut he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smokeThe same cigarrettes as meI can't get no, oh no no noHey hey hey, that's what I say
I can't get no satisfactionI can't get no girl reactionCause I try and I try and I try and I tryI can't get no, I can't get noWhen I'm ridin' round the worldAnd I'm doin' this and I'm signing thatAnd I'm tryin' to make some girlWho tells me baby better come back later next weekCause you see I'm on losing streak
Killing An Arab By The Cure Standing on the beach with a gun in my handStaring at the sea. Staring at the sandStaring down the barrelAt the Arab on the groundI can see his open mouth But I hear no sound I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an Arab
I can turn And walk awayOr I can fire the gunStaring at the skyStaring at the sunWhichever I choseIt amounts to the sameAbsolutely nothing I'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an Arab
I feel the steel butt jump Smooth in my handStaring at the seaStaring at the sandStaring at myselfReflected in the eyesOf the dead man on the beachThe dead man on the beachI'm aliveI'm deadI'm the strangerKilling an Arab