Mythology Comparison ReportGrabbing the Bull by the Horns: The Comparison of Gilgamesh and JasonMythology Comparison Report by ~cliffordjamesproject
To understand how the gods are depicted in the stories of Gilgamesh and Jason, we must first understand the author's beliefs. Did the writer of both epics believe in all the gods in the pantheon, or did they show favor towards one? Did the author fear punishment from the gods if there were wrong doing or was there a sense of pity for mortals? Many questions like these can be found in just one analysis of text from the Epic of Gilgamesh (being one of the oldest known stories to have survived), but in reading other legends from neighboring regions we find similarities to not only symbolic themes, but to the worship and vision of the gods. In the following paper, I will recite the themes of both stories and follow with a detailed comparison between the two epics. A question which will be hinted on throughout this paper will be if the gods are human. I will conclude from both books, using examples that will be cited, if
Gladiatrix (Book Report)Zoll, Amy. Gladiatrix: The True Story of History's Unknown Woman Warrior.Gladiatrix (Book Report) by ~cliffordjamesproject
New York: The Berkley Publishing Group, 2002
In her first full length research, Amy Zoll, a master of Roman archaeology, gives the reader both a full and descripted view of ancient Roman society with a rich historical overview of important events without diving into the subject of her book. The finding of a woman entombed still holds speculation among many archaeologists today with only past writings that may vaguely hint on women gladiators. The term Zoll uses to make the distinct reference of hired female warriors in ancient historical records throughout her chapters would be 'ludia', which she denotes early on in the book to be associated with more than one meaning; one of the meanings translating to 'actress' or 'prostitute' (Gladiatrix, A. Zoll pg30). However, the evidence that is presented in this research varies from interpretation and region. There is no denying the fictional accounts of many Greek Amazon
Paying for Help"I need your help."Paying for Help by ~cliffordjamesproject
He leaned over to the side, staring past his motorbike at the tall figure shadowed by the sun behind her. "Well hello there Rose. How have you been?"
She stood were she was. She didn't have time to ease him into this job or explain to him the details. She didn't even want to ask for his help.
The man reached for the goggles that hid his eyes and slid them off his face down to around his neck. "You know," he began to say in his normal arrogant tone "you do look much taller from down here."
Rosaline clenched her fists and swallowed her pride. "I need your help."
"Oh no!" He stood up quickly ripping off his gloves, dropping his tools to the ground. His face suddenly became red with anger as he made his way towards her. "Some kinda nerve you have coming to me asking for help now. What about all those good deeds you had me do? I still haven't seen any money coming from those times, and they cost me a few pretty pennies in repairs." He began counting a few, lis
Rose, the Hired Gun"Jonathon!" The door to the apartment slammed open with almost a breaking force and his name cried out again. "Have you heard?!"Rose, the Hired Gun by ~cliffordjamesproject
Commotion stirred outside the mayor's office until it was silenced by the two heavy white wooden doors being swung open. Jonathon showed much bravery marching through the office to the town mayor's desk accompanied by the few guardsmen who failed to keep him at bay.
Jonathon reached the front of the dark stained desk, the guardsmen surrounding him at a distance. "I must know." The two's eyes were one each other with such strain, neither blinking. The mayor ordered the others to leave with a wave of his hand. Jonathon waited patiently until he heard the sound of the door closing behind him. He asked again pleading. "Sir, please tell me."
"Nothing to concern yourself with, boy." He twirled his short glass of whisky and took a shot.
"Tell me, dammit!"
"She was kidnaped." A soft voice came from a shadowed corner of the room, hidden by the light of a window not to