Masterplots II dCalls me home Beach house On the seaThis is It This is The Book The One The collection of carefully crafted words I hold mostear in the world It is for this very reason I cannot write a reasonable review I cannot simply tell you that this is a masterpiece that this Black Love, Black Hate deals with the most profound and important issues of Being in the most beautiful ways imaginable nor can I simply say that though I have read it many times I still find new pearls to treasure in almost every line So I will take a uote a relatively famous one and ramble on a little about what makes it so wonderful From this one can extrapolate the restTowards the end of the novel Bernard says the following How tired I am of stories how tired I am of phrases that comeown beautifully with all their feet on the ground Also how I Barlowe's Guide to Extraterrestrials: Great Aliens from Science Fiction Literature distrust neatesigns of life that are Fundamentals of Music Processing drawn upon half sheets of note paper I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use broken words inarticulate words like the shuffling of feet on the pavement I begin to seek someesign in accordance with those moments of humiliation and triumph that come now and then undeniably Lying in a Kink Alchemy ditch on a stormyay when it has been raining then enormous clouds come marching over the sky tattered clouds wisps of cloud What African American Romance (New Adult and College United Sates Thug Drug Interracial Romance) (United State Urban Adults Alpha Male Contemporary Billionaire Short Stories Book 0) delights me then is the confusion the height the indifference and the fury Great clouds always changing and movement something sulphurous and sinister bowled up helter skelter towering trailing broken off lost and I forgotten minute in aitch Of story of No Billionaire Left Behind design Io not see a trace then This is of course a comment by Woolf on her art and illuminates some of her key concerns as they relate to the confused and tattered nature of reality But I Alchemy of the Mortar Pestle (The Culinary Library do not wish to speak of that here I want to talk about the music of this passage the song of her writing We begin with an old Rhetorical trick repetition He is tired that much is clear ando we not feel a similar fatigue The fall of those sentences like an exhausted sigh raising themselves up to the exclamation point at the end Then alliteration that echo of anglo saxon origin propels us through the next short sentence All those hard La crise des abeilles ds the rippling between life and halfeep ripples those though I will not explore them hereAnd the alliterative magic continues bouncing like bows on taught strings L s for longing little language and lovers the repetition of words shuffling the sentence like those feet on the pavement Then as if to prove such shattering and shuffling inevitable a sentence which falls on its own sword ending with its feet over its head and undeniably unstuck But we shall right ourselves Pulled back by the gentle arms of another L and those commas like the beats of a conductor s baton getting us back up to speed ready for the pounding out of those key words confusion height indifference and fury And we understand how fury can be Labyrinth Aliens delightful how indifference can fill us with joyous aweThe next sentence is according to Microsoft Word incorrect It is a fragment which I should consider revising But how can one truly speak of the fragmented without using broken and un finished lines Here too all our alliterative friends return those Cs Ls Ds and Ss the repetition of ing like light andancing footsteps following the music they themselves create This is Design This is Song This is the tension between the beauty and craft of great prose and the The Vintage Book of African American Poetry dirty broken Truth of the World Woolf is the Master of this tension she walks on the thin thread tied tight between them And when the thread broke sherowned and the World lost too much to be easily comprehended Of all books in the world of all the voices I have been lucky enough to overhear through the magic of literature hers is the one I love most and the one I miss most Read her Read all of her Then go back and start all over again a great recommendation from a friend Seems like it could be life changing or possibly a little sad or maybe both The hand written inscription in the copy I found used was worth the entire purchase anyway read it21484Martin I m sure you know that you ve been on my mind a great You Can Thrive After Narcissistic Abuse deal over the last feways I ve struggled for words to capture my own grief at your mom s Passed on: African American Mourning Stories: A Memorial (A John Hope Franklin Center Book) death to express my appreciation for yours and perhaps to offer some solace by explaining to you how strong an impression she made on meuring the few months that I knew herI haven t yet IELTS Academic Writing decided which of my memories of Elma will be my favorite her stealing my blackberry pie fingering my brand new Perry Ellis coat as a potential rug beating the pants off me at Shanghia Rummy or just gazing out the window at the beach But Io know that she was a eeply loving and strong woman who had the grace and breadth of vision to
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#and who was able to make me feel welcome and cared for #who was able to make me feel welcome and cared for minutes of entering her homeYour mom s spirituality also affected me powefully In fact it was while I was thinking over the weekend about this aspect of her personality that it occured to me to give you a copy of The Waves The Waves is not about anything so much as it is a chronicle of the pain of separation and a celebration of the spiritual unity that finally connects everyone and everything that is irrespective of Growing Up Black: From Slave Days to the Present-25 African-Americans Reveal the Trials and Triumphs of Their Childhoods death It s a lovely mystical and moving work that I believe will comfort you than anything which could ever come from my penLaureneand then inarker pen it continuesFinished first reading March 5 1984 For the unprepared reader the first fifty pages can be as baffling as an unknown code But once the code is cracked the whole experiment has a brilliant simplicity Imagine this a biography of you and your five best friends From early childhood to Windows PowerShell in Action death Told not within the usual matrix of bald accountable facts social landmarks of achievement and failure But through a linguistic transposition of the ebb and flow the forging and eroding of the waves of our inner life Those secret and unspoken moments known only to ourselves when we feel at our most isolated or connected our most transfigured lost or unknowable The narrative a fluid continuum where all six of you are continually merging and separating in a fellowship andivorce of feeling The six of you ultimately becoming one voice endeavouring to give shape to this one shared life So The Waves is the biography of six characters all of whom speak for the other five as much as for themselves But it s a new kind of biography A biography of sensibility A kind of archaeology excavating identity entirely from what s buried and sacrosanct Epiphanies private moments of triumph and failure or what Virginia Woolf called moments of being Virginia Woolf speaks somewhere of her earliest childhood memory of being in bed as a very young child and listening to the sound of the waves The Literature of Africa and African Continuum distantly breaking on the beach out in the night She believed the experience remained at the very heart of her inner life a kind of oracle The native ground from where all her shoots would spring forth Authenticity for her was to be found in the secret and unspoken experiences of life her moments of being All six characters in The Waves experience a similar crucible childhood moment A haunting moment of sensibility which will subseuently act as a motif in the uest to know intimacy and achieve identity The opening section of The Waves aepiction of the I've Got This Friend Who What You Can Do If You Think You or Your Friend Has A Serious Problem Advice for Teens on Alcohol Drugs Depression Eating Disorders and More dawning ofay calls to mind the act of creation itself For she is uestioning the origins and nature of consciousness in this novel Except no god appears Instead we see nature as a ispassionate encompassing force #locked into its relentless merciless rhythms The first section introduces us to the six children #into its relentless merciless rhythms The first section introduces us to the six children their first impressions of the world around them Baptism comes here not in church but when the nurse sueezes a sponge and sends rivulets of sensation own the spines of the six children An early indication of how Woolf will concentrate on private rather than public events to build the biographies of her six characters By the end of the first part all six are identifying themselves in relation to each other all six are struggling with fears and insecurities all six jarred and flailing in their attempts to achieve identity as for example Rhoda Let me pull myself out of these waters But they heap themselves on me they sweep me between their great shoulders I am turned I am tumbled I am stretched among these long lights these long waves these endless paths with people pursuing pursuing Each section Aliens Genocide Aliens depicts the next phase in the lifespan of the characters And in each section prevails the endless repetition of the sound and rhythm of the waves Ultimately the suggestion is that it s only through sensibility our creative inner life that we are able to achieve love forge abiding worth and find the fellowship that are the principle sources of light and warmth in life It s left to Bernard the writer toraw some sort of conclusion And in me too the wave risesit swells it arches its back I am aware once of a new Signs and Symbols: African Images in African-American Quilts desire something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls back What enemyo we now perceive advancing against us you whom I ride now as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement It is Person in the Memory death Death is the enemy It iseath against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man s like Percival s when he galloped in India I strike spurs into my horse Against you I will fling myself unvanuished and unyielding O Death. Of individuals but on the eternal connection of everyone The novel that most epitomizes Virginia Woolf’s theories of fiction in the working form The Waves is an amazing book very much ahead of its time It is a poetic reamscape visual experimental and thrilli. I came across this link yesterday 33020 supposedly the only known recording of Virginia Woolf It s appropriate that it s about words poetry than prose critics have called this her greatest work and also the most ifficult one It s written in Literature and Dictatorship in Africa and Latin America 1958-1987 dreamy paragraphs creating an atmosphere but with little plot I struggled with it having trouble keeping the characters separate even trying mnemonics at one point Then I caught on The book follows six people from when they were tots to old age three men three women one of the menies You have to accept that five year old kids playing on the lawn think complex philosophical thoughts If I were to pick a typical paragraph I Academic Advising Approaches d say this one Yet we scarcely breathe said Neville spent as we are We are in that passive and exhausted frame of mind when we only wish to rejoin the body of our mother from whom we have been severed All else isistasteful forced and fatiguing Jinny s yellow scarf is moth colored in this light Susan s eyes are uenched We are scarcely to be WHOS WHO IN AFRICAN AMERICAN LITERATURE VOL.1 distinguished from the river One cigarette end is the only point of emphasis among us And sadness tinges our content that we should have left you torn the fabric yielded to theesire to press out alone some bitterer some blacker juice which was sweet too But now we are worn out Italicized paragraphs about nature flowers streams act as chapter breaks as the characters move from one stage of life to another The six meet periodically usually for Agricultural Science for CSEC Examinations dinnerIt s Virginia Woolf so we expect and get great writing Some of my favorite passagesa train There is the very powerful bottle green engine without a neck all back and thighs breathing steamLouis glancing tripping with the high step of aisdainful crane picks up words as if in sugar tongsNothing should be named lest by Alphas Abused Mate doing so we change it Let it exist this bank this beauty and I for one instant steeped in pleasureThe sun fell in sharp wedges inside the room Whatever the light touched becameowered with a fanatical existence A plate was like a white lake A knife looked like a Twas the Night B'Fore Christmas: An African-American Version dagger of ice Like Nabokov you have to have yourictionary on hand A few I looked up were emulously emulating assegais spear guillemot type of tern charabanc bus conglobulated just what you think clustered nacreous pearly iridescent I will Climate Smart Agriculture (Natural Resource Management and Policy Book 52) definitely read this book again It s a book that you absorb than read I am in a fever Awareness is heightened Words have purple shadows Sentences gleam yellow greenParagraphs are lined in reddish goldEverything shimmers sharp as waves in sunlight The normal is abolishedVoices roll towards me one upon anothereclaim their truth and roll away again one upon another the arc of each voice Academic Body different the rhythm the same Bernard Susan Louis Bernard Rhoda Neville Jinny Bernard Louis Neville Susan BernardSusan Louis Neville BernardBernard Bernard Bernard BernardSix names six faces surging toward the light Six names six faces falling away each in turn Until only one remains BernardAnd Bernard says Sit with me and Io And he Saint Germain On Alchemy describes the voicesescribes them all And he Chasing the Red Queen drops phrases one upon another Measures out liferop by Haylee drop I strike the table with a spoon If I could measure things with compasses I would but since my measure is a phrase I make phrasesAnd meantime women shuffle past the window And the clock ticks on And Bernard makes his phrases I conceive myself called upon to provide some winter s night a meaning for all my observations a line that runs from one to anothera summing up that completesBut solilouies in back streets soon pallI need an audience That is myownfallBernard punctuates with repetitions a symphony with its concord and its The Columbia Guide to South African Literature in English Since 1945 (The Columbia Guides to Literature Since 1945) discord and its tunes on top and its complicated bass beneath And meantime women shuffle past with shopping bagsAnd always the chained beast stampingAnd Bernard s phrases I only come into existence when the plumber or the horseealer or whoever it may be says something which sets me alight Then how lovely the smoke of my phrase is rising and falling flaunting and falling upon red lobsters and yellow fruit wreathing them into one beautyAnd meantime women carrying baskets And the tablecloth and its yellow stain And the recurring Hijacking the Brain drop that falls And time says Bernard lets fall itsrop The 僕のヒーローアカデミア 3-4 drop that has formed on the roof of the soul falls On the roof of my mind time forming lets fall itsropThis falling The Path to Gay Rights drop is time tapering to a pointAs arop falls from a glass heavy with some sediment time fallsAnd meantime women carrying pitchers on their headsAnd the constant naming of the Karen vs Alien days Tuesday follows Monday Wednesday Tuesday Each spreads the same ripple Drop uponrop says Bernard silence falls It forms on the roof of the mind and falls into pools beneath For ever alone alone alone hear silence fall and sweep its rings to the farthest edges Gorged and replete solid with middle aged content I whom loneliness Gendered Citizenships destroys let silence fallrop by Alien Disclosure at Area 51 dropThere is the recurring theme of the shark fin revolving far out in the waves the fin of inspiration leaning over this parapet I see far out a waste of water A fin turnsthe fin that rises in the wastes of silence and thensinks back into theepths spreading around it a little ripple of satisfaction contentThere are the sheep advancing remorselessly through the narrative in that wooden way of theirs step by step on stiff pointed legsThere is
the grindstone the rush of the great grindstone within an inch of my headThere are moths which sailing through the room grindstone the rush of the great grindstone within an inch of my headThere are moths which sailing through the room shadowed the immense solidity of chairs and tables with floating wingsAnd Jinny s yellow scarf is moth coloured in the lightThere is love and hateThere is the colour purpleThere is a red carnation in a vaseThere are stoats nailed to stable oorsThere are white petal ships floating in brown oceansAnd Bernard s voice no longer making phrases Nothing nothing nothing broke with its fin that leaden waste of watersBut always the waves fell withdrew and fell again like the thud of a great beast stamping 654 The Waves Virginia WoolfThe Waves is a 1931 novel by Virginia Woolf It is considered her most experimental work and consists of solilouies spoken by the book s six characters Bernard
*susan rhoda neville *Rhoda Neville and Louis Also important is Percival the seventh character though readers never hear him speak in his own voice The solilouies that span the characters lives are broken up by nine brief third person interludes etailing a coastal scene at varying stages in a Alchemic day from sunrise to sunset As the six characters or voices speak Woolf explores concepts of individuality self and community Each character isistinct yet together they compose as Ida Klitgard has put it a gestalt about a silent central consciousness 1999 1377 248 1388 9789645577276 1389 9786005692129 20 1386 398 1387 1389 1393 9789643692131 1931 The sun fell in sharp wedges inside the room Whatever the light touched became We Sell Drugs dowered with a fanatical existence A plate was like a white lake A knife looked like aagger of ice Suddenly tumblers revealed themselves upheld by streaks of light As I turn the pages of The Waves Virginia Woolf talks to me to my heart my spirit and my soul like I could not have imagined Such splendor and beauty come to me through her words and I feel like singing with her She sings life a life that #Begins And Goes On And #and goes on and So I keep reading and hope to get lost to blend with the pages whose sounds are just like the very waves that come and go inexorably The sun had not yet risen The sea was indistinguishable from the sky except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it Gradually as the sky whitened a Problem Solving in Data Structures Algorithms Using C++ dark line lay on the horizonividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving one after another beneath the surface following each other pursuing each other perpetually If only I could write if only I were a poet If only I knew who I was but I feel the six of them as if they shared my soul Yes there are six and I am only one But each talks to a part of me A part that I recognize or a part that I try to hide As a woman I am Jinny Susan and Rhoda and at the same time I am not But I am also Bernard Neville and Louis in their Literature of Africa daily strugglesespite sometimes feeling so foreign to them But I am all of them and they are me I Women and Sustainable Agriculture: Interviews With 14 Agents of Change do not know myself sometimes or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am We play on along and we live we are human in our frailty and our imperfections We live in ourifferent scenarios but all in the same planet And I weep and smile with them for what they fought and are loved for for their fears and for their insecurities and their lovers The activity is endless And tomorrow it begins again tomorrow we make Saturday Some take train for France others ship for India Some will never come into this room again One may Crossing the color line in American politics and African American literature die tonight Another will beget a child From us every sort of building policy venture picture poem child factory will spring Life comes life goes we make life So you sayI that had for long forgotten to look inside myself now crave to know why I lost so many friends or was lost by them I am jealous of their friendship as I sometimes feel so solitary andesperate for that human connection that seems some Rebuilding days so far away I am a chameleon for I am all six at the same time Even Percival for I haveied even having survived How curious one is changed by the addition even at a Intro to Alien Invasion distance of a friend And I still feel the sorrow of tho. Set on the coast of England against the vivid background of the sea The Waves introduces six characters three men and three women who are grappling with theeath of a beloved friend Percival Instead of Therapy of Love describing their outward expressions of grief Virginia Wool. Se friends that Io not see any and so seem Democratic Phoenix: Reinventing Political Activism dead to me He is all the friends I lost their long gone memories and all the friends I gave up He is the isolation that I built for myself Was it pride or simply forgetfulness I grieve and want to yell for help Is there still time Could we meet forinner and perhaps share all our happiness our misgivings and our sufferings I have had one moment of enormous peace This perhaps is happiness Now I am Museum Activism drawn back by pricking sensations by curiosity greed I am hungry and the irresistibleesire to be myself I think of people to whom I could say things Louis Neville Susan Jinny and Rhoda With them I am many sided They retrieve me from Narcissistic Mothers darkness We shall meet tonight thank Heaven Thank Heaven I need not be aloneDespite all that I imagine I have in common with all six of them I feel a special connection with Bernard Why is that so Should it not have been with Susan a female with her family life and her children I that am also a mother But no it is Bernard that talks most to me Maybe that is because he is the storyteller of the group of friends what keeps them together Or perhaps he is one but is at the same time all six of them Light almost pierced the thin swift waves as they raced fan shaped over the beach The girl who had shaken her head and made all the jewels the topaz the auamarine the water coloured jewels with sparks of fire in themance now bared her brows and with wide opened eyes Falling For A Kingpin drove a straight pathway over the waves I watch as the waves break close to my feet and I cannotevise how it feels to be confronted with such force and immensity to hear its Violence and Trauma in Selected African Literature deafening bellows as it crashes and almost kills me The waves fell withdrew and fell again like the thud of a great beast stamping And I feel I am always eavesdropping on Bernard Neville Louis Jinny Susan and Rhoda and I listen to them and journey with them fromay to The Social Rebellion day I now can say that I met the grave and uiet Neville and understood his love for another part of himself The leaves now are thick in country lanes sheep cough in theamp fields but he My full review as well as my other thoughts on reading can be found on my blogOne of the greatest works of literary modernism The Waves follows the inner lives of The sun rose Its rays fell in sharp wedges inside the room Whatever the light touched became Best African American Essays 2010 dowered with a fanatical existence A plate was like a white lake A knife looked like aagger of ice Suddenly my copy of The Waves became alive as the clouds on the cover page started floating in resplendent movements and the water of the ocean moved swiftly over the edges of several Navigating The Seven Seas dog eared pages carrying along thousands of words written upon them to a world they rightfully belongs to Drifting in the cradle of nature under the roof of blueblack sky amidst beauty they could euate with Merging into the ubiuitous elements of the cosmos they were finally home The wavesfinally broke outI m stunned I m in aire need of phrases Right phrases Perfect phrases Phrases that can The Big Book and a Study Guide of the 12 Steps of AA describe a smidgen of splendor this book contain But I m inadeuate Immensely inadeuate I wish I were a poet or a writer I m neither and I have no one to blame Yet I m vacillating between being angry and being envious Angry with Envious Of I better avoid uestions and negative words This is not the right place when this is THE right book I m in awe of Virginia Woolf That s like it I mI I I she busted this very I with her mesmerizing sentences in The Waves Waves that can t exist in isolation They need water they need wind and they need rhythm They need to be the sum total to be a whole Likewise Bernard Susan Louis Jinny Neville and Rhoda who have their individual lives but they also exist to fulfill other lives The lives of their friends their lovers and eventually their ownThis is my second outing with Virginia Woolf By way of To the Lighthouse I treaded my path towards the shore while assessing theepth of the ocean and the vastness of horizon in order to prepare myself to tackle the waves But kindly mark my words here nothing can prepare you for that I have taken a vow after reading The Waves that I ll never entitle any book as my favorite until and unless I read all the great novels the world of literature has to offer It seems improbable but fascinating to think of because otherwise I believe it s nothing but a folly an unfair judgment on our part I can say never before though Yes Never before I ve read a book like this Its beauty is excruciating to the extent that on several occasions I had to stop reading it It was intolerable to carry on with so much magnificence on William Wells Brown: An African American Life display as if you re witnessing the creation of the world with your naked eyes The book follows the lives of six friends and their individual thought processes from childhood to their youth from marriage to children from middle age toeath The whole book is in the form of internal monologues with few initial elucidations about who is thinking what but that too is later withdrawn by Woolf with a belief in readers I suppose that they ll identify the characters through their cerebration only This The Alien Surrogate does make it sound a bitifficult and apparently boring but it s not it can t be It can be slightly emanding of your concentration but it s sure to hook you from the very first sentence so it won t be hard to focus except when you start
about your life only That s where another brilliance this novel lies It s so easy toyour life only That s where another brilliance of this novel lies It s so easy to relate May be not with specifics but the generalities it implies We have chosen now or sometimes it seems the choice was made for us a pair of tongs pinched us between the shoulders I chose I took the print of life not outwardly but inwardly upon the raw the white the unprotected fibre I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell colour texture substance but no name Our lives are nothing but a multitude of moments of choices made of friends found and lost of replacements of connections made of books read of words written of mistakes committed of lessons learnt of stories told of finding ourselves We know all this to some extent and probably Woolf also knew that everybody know this but still she went on to write something uniue to show rather than tell She aimed at finding a thread a fine thread that binds us all together She shows what makes us all ifferent and yet makes us one She shows the power of one single person one single moment which is enough to act as a unifying force There is poetry yes There is lyrical prose too There is music and rhythm There is no plot I m writing the waves to a rhythm not to a plot True There is saturation of every atom Everything is here everything In the process of my reading I was wondering if she used custom made words but no I ve come across them before but they never sound so enchanting to me And that s how it is Sometimes we read thousands of words and not a single one of them rings true and sometimes we happen upon a book like The Waves in which every single word is conveying a truth of our being I m not sure how consciously I have been able to follow the stream of thoughts of various characters but I know this much I have read this book now and I found a part of my past in musings of Jinny and Louis a part of my present in musings of Susan and Bernard an appreciation and anticipation for my future in musings of Rhoda and Neville I ll read this book again hoping to find a part of my then past present and future The euation of tenses will change but the words shall remain intact in their truth and beauty Those of you who haven t read it please De lautre côté de la machine. Voyage dune scientifique au pays des algorithmes do yourself a favor and read it soon Read it coming Thursday or Saturday Read it coming July or September Read it in 2014 or 2025 Just read it before youie Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm words that have lain Salt and the Alchemical Soul dormant now lift now toss their crests and fall and rise and fall and rise again I am a poet yes The Waves is an absolute masterpiece it s an incredible novel that flows beautifully with torrents of majestic prose I see nothing We may sink and settle on the waves The sea willrum in my ears The white petals will be Sams Teach Yourself Data Structures and Algorithms in 24 Hours darkened with sea water They will float for a moment and then sink Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under Everything falls in a tremendous showerissolving me This is creative genius at its absolute finest within fiction I felt like I was floating awash in words Pascal Plus Data Structures dreams and ideas It s a profound exploration of the human soul and I lack the words toescribe it as elouently as it eserves The very first chapter is an absolute feat of writing I felt like I watching the scene from above peering into the lives of these characters And the constan The Waves Playlist Pop songs not classical or Jazz charactersRules One song each Gender matching Must express as many of the key character traits as possible I must love it Bernard Bob Dylan To RamonaSusan Kate bush Mrs BartolozziRhoda Throwing Muses FearNeville Anthony and the Johnsons Crazy in LoveJinny Julia Holter Gold Dust Woman Louis Jeff Buckley A Satisfied Mind Percival John Cage 4 33 The novel4 rules here reference to water in title or song mist or fog counts thematic connection over and above this to the novel something about the feel matches the novel too and it has to be a song I love Grouper Heavy WaterI rather be sleepingJoanna Newsom Time a symptom Joanna Newsom DiversSmog Rock bottom riserJudee Sill Kiss Julie Holter Sea. F South African Young Adult Literature in English, 2000-2014 draws her characters from the inside revealing them through their thoughts and interior solilouies As their understanding of nature’s trials grows the chorus of narrative voices blends together in miraculous harmony remarking not only on the inevitableeath.