The first text we're going to use is a controversial one. Heart of Darkness was written by Joseph Conrad in the year of 1899. There are multiple quotations in the text that suggest that Marlow has a lot more control over the narrative than Frankenstein in his text. Frankenstein's motives are controlled by his emotions, this can change events and retellings of other people's stories. Whereas, Marlow is able to control the emotions of others using the story. The most notable of these incidents is when he tells Mrs. Kurtz what Kurtz's last words were; of course, he doesn't tell her the truth and says that he said his wife's name instead of "The Horror! The Horror!"
Most commonly known as one of the greatest poets of the English Language, William Wordsworth was also a philosophical man, writing famously in his preface to the co-authored work The Lyrical Ballads that “our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity.” In order to get the word across that he was attempting to write poetry for every type of person to read and understand, Wordsworth penned most of his poetry in normal standard English, as opposed to the more flowery language written by poets like Shelley, Byron, and before him, Pope. Wordsworth actually explained the difference between his own writing and the writing of more artistic and elaborate poets as:
It is commonly interpreted in Early Modern Drama that Machiavelli "appears as the Devil incarnate, or at least as the incorporation of all hypocrisy" (Meyer, 1969). According to the Oxford English Dictionary (2012), a "Machiavellian" is defined as a "very cunning and deceitful" identity that was "brought on stage as an incarnation of villainy" (Meyer, 1969). Niccolo Machiavelli’s The Prince serves as the subversion, and the impression of villainy with the corruption of religion used as a guard. Thus forming the Early Modern attitude towards theatre being somewhat "ungodly," as the dishonest stigma attached to it was that there were plays containing these Machiavellian characters, or Machiavellian stereotypes.
I stared into the abyss as I watched the incoherent muttering from afar. The moving of mouths. I began to wonder what it would be like if we, as humans, couldn't speak at all. How would we communicate? Express hatred? Express love? Express fear? The muttering rang in my head to the questions. I would come to find that this wasn't just another one of my crazy, delirious epiphany-like fantasies. No. It was much more. Well, much more since the new girl arrived.
The very thought of us brings images