Gender, I-deology: Essays on Theory, Fiction and FilmChantal Cornut-Gentille D'Arcy, José Angel García Landa Rodopi, 1996 - 465 páginas ISBN 9051839588 (paperback) NLG 55.00 From the contents: The female body: a resonant voice in the multicultural scene (Angeles de la Concha).- Fear, desire, and masculinity (Joanne Neff van Aertselaer).- Feminist utopian visions in the early 20th century U.S. (Lois Rudnick).- Women and science fiction (Pamela Sargent).- Female spectatorship in The purple rose of Cairo (Barbara Arizti Martin). |
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Página 30 - Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
Página 89 - Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior.
Página 240 - So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak.
Página 139 - It gives me wonder great as my content, To see you here before me. O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd...
Página 157 - As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell, the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust— but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the Lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame.
Página 158 - Perhaps the eye of a scrutinizing observer might have discovered a barely perceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn.
Página 98 - The meaning of a representation can be nothing but a representation. In fact, it is nothing but the representation itself conceived as stripped of irrelevant clothing. But this clothing can never be completely stripped off; it is only changed for something more diaphanous. So there is an infinite regression here.
Página 139 - Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Página 150 - ... had never been of the heart, and my passions always were of the mind. Through the grey of the early morning - among the trellised shadows of the forest at noonday - and in the silence of my library at night, she had flitted by my eyes, and I had seen her - not as the living and breathing Berenice, but as the Berenice of a dream - not as a being of the earth, earthy, but as the abstraction of such a being - not as a thing to admire, but to analyse - not as an object of love, but as the theme of...