I propose...

     A Room With a View by E. M. Forster; the work to be worked on, as it stands now. The novel at first glance is fairly...''girly''?  It, however, is also engorged with humor, weighted with irony, and subtly underpinned with class snobbery.  The novel begins in an Italian pension seemingly pulled directly out of the English suburbs. Lucy, a young girl, is introduced as a child progressing slowly, through her travels, towards an ultimate break from the social expectations of those whom surround her. However, she ultimately ceases to progress away from said expectations, and accepts a marriage which, although socially convenient, would be detrimental to her overall happiness in life. Conflict arises by the early introduction of a father son duo who represent unconventionality and live outside the social ideas of normalcy. As the novel progresses Forster shows, through his artistically crafted characters, how, although society may say otherwise, one must ultimately look to the divine beauty of nature and man to find one's own happiness.
     I intend to analyze firstly the possibility of the equivalence of beauty and delicacy in English culture at the time of the fore mentioned narrative. Secondly, I mean to dissect the relationship between nature and nature's man as a means of happiness, if not purpose. Lastly, as it stands, I hope to touch on the significance of Lucy's relationship to music and her ability to live fully therein. Outside sources have I not found, but be not bewildered for forthcoming they will be.

My worst person in the world, and first mate.

Justus is my younger brother by four years. I do not like him. He does not like me. He and I write poems about the sea. His are the worst in the world. Mine are fine pieces of literature. Here is one he just wrote the other day; he was very proud of it.

A picture of the moon,
a daffodil in bloom,
a synthesizer plays,
my mind is in a haze.

Though not on drugs,
my mind, is filled with bugs.

I like to believe that you stare into what I receive.

Go away Bob Dylan!
Go away politics!
We need no hypocrites!
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Now that we've suffered long, I believe it is high time we take a bask in the delightful wording of one of my own compositions.

I'm sitting writing on my knees,
hungry beer drinking, thinking of cheese.
The music is in my left ear,
and the cold is still batting in from the rear.

The music says, "bend every piece,"
And that makes me think of my neice.


So, I'm trying to change in a few small ways,
-eat more, don't smoke, and walk every day
But the clouds are all dusty, so I'm going away.
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Perhaps one day, when we get off this boat I believe we could be good friends. For now, however, I must go to fetch the boy from his bunk  that he might break the ice off the sails.