Orphans in literature

I looked up 'orphan' on wiki. I kinda liked what I found!


Orphaned characters are extremely common as literary protagonists, especially in children's and fantasy literature.[3] The lack of parents leaves the characters to pursue more interesting and adventurous lives, by freeing them from familial obligations and controls, and depriving them of more prosaic lives. It creates characters that are self-contained and introspective and who strive for affection. Orphans can metaphorically search for self-understanding through attempting to know their roots. Parents can also be allies and sources of aid for children, and removing the parents makes the character's difficulties more severe. Parents, furthermore, can be irrelevant to the theme a writer is trying to develop, and orphaning the character frees the writer from the necessity to depict such an irrelevant relationship[citation needed]; if one parent-child relationship is important, removing the other parent prevents complicating the necessary relationship. All these characteristics make orphans attractive characters for authors.

Orphans are common in fairy tales, such as some variants of Cinderella.

Many superheroes, including Superman, Batman, Robin, Spider-Man, Wolverine, Iron Man, Storm and Daredevil, are orphans.

A number of well known authors have written books featuring orphans including Charlotte Brontë, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, A. J. Cronin, Roald Dahl and J.K. Rowling, as well as some less well known authors of famous orphans like Little Orphan Annie and the Baudelaire siblings of the Series of Unfortunate Events. One recurring storyline has been the relationship that the orphan can have with an adult from outside his or her immediate family. Some of the most emotive works have been those featuring the relationship between a man and a boy, particularly boys that are coming of age.

Koh-i-nor

A brief history for those who do not know of it;

The Koh-i-nor is a diamond that has been passed around quite a bit. What with it presented as a gift/stolen/a spoil of war etc. It has been acquired in numerous ways. So much so that the Koh-i-nor it in itself has acquired many stories. The most present story is that of Maharajah Ranjit Singh. He himself deserves a posting of his own!! Following his death and the succession of Britain making Queen Elizabeth (the queen mum) Empress of india, it was 'given' as a gift to her from Ranjit Singhs son Duleep...I'm not a know it all. Presently I am reading 'The Maharajahs Box'.


The Koh-i-nor to those who are unaware of it's history, captivates with all of its superficial splendour, however has had quite an eventful past. I once read somewhere that 'it takes a sharp chisel to make a great sculpture'.After all the Koh-i-nor went through, and all sentimentality/unfavourable circumstance that it has been associated with . It seems to only ever become more defined, more sought after, and always without a true home. Still with its complicated composition and fractured perspectives it still remains to this day convincingly clear, and very, very strong!

Hydra.

Biological Immortality.

Okay so I came across this little critter. Obviously I didn't discover the specimen! Basically this creature is 'Biologically immortal'. Biological immortality differs from the common conception of immortality. However is non the less still very impressive, almost unbelievable. Immortality tends to conjure images of the fit cheerleader from Heroes, or Beowulf. Biological immortality means that given the perfect condition it will essentially live forever. We have no perfect condition on earth. Oxygen simultaneously gives us life, while slowly killing us. Beautifully morbid! The Hydra, if left without decease or predator will continue to thrive. It abstains from the 'socially vulgar' process of ageing, and lives forever youthful. As I read '...if pushed through gauze the Hydra will simply gather itself, and return to its original form. If a limb is lost it will shrink to accommodate for that loss'. So even if a few unfavourable events occur for the little fellow Hydra STILL survive. The fountain of youth in an octopuses cousin...Who would have thunk it?

Belonging.

Nothing belongs to me. Nothing material, nothing physical, nothing emaginable, not another human being,not even my own body. Anything I could ever concieve at the very most is my own interepretation of others combined thoughts and ideas. There is nothing basically original,only percieved orginality through complexity. Whether intellectually intentional, or non-intellectual non-intentional genius. Therefore one cannot be disconcerted if another individual finds some other individual to be much more compatable. Everything is perishable. Then most things have potential too. Excuse me while I think out loud. I would like to belong. If I have ever felt a close sensation to belonging,it was never more than with James. He is a home. If home is where we all reside, where do we holiday? What is more important, one week with the sand in your hair, or a lifetime knowing your flaws are more than tolerable? :)

Child?

It's strange to think I was ever any ones daughter. That at some point someone was responsible for me. Imagining a time when I could just disregard everything,and know it fell wholly on the shoulders of another. It is almost unimaginable now. How strange.Though not too strange for me, as I tend to just think that's how it is for everyone. It's not though is it. I mean for the most part as I say, I forget. Though at times when I'm tired, or the rents overdue,there's no final reassurance that someone will be there to help. Situations like that. Hence me trying not to risk everything for an education, but I am attempting to strike a balance this year, which would be nice. To have the luxury of studying, without having to think about rent, or commute fares, food shopping,bills.All the things one isn't supposed to worry about during A levels! Hence me doing the diploma now....unfinished.

11th yr Anniversary

My MOther>

Today I WiLl GiVe my everything. TomorRow will take my all.

YesterDaY I could have given AnyThing just to see you for a while.

I've taken the things you GaVe me. Invested it in the StaRs. Kept a little in my pocket, for the joUrNeys i go too FaR.

No matter if i daWdle, Run, or WalK my road. Even If i TuRn around. Go back the Way I came.

I know i would have soMetHinG to show, and thats because of YoU.

It's Because of the things YoU gave, the things that made me LoVe YoU.

LoVe, ReSpecT, TruTh, CarE, and HouNoR.

After all, i will AlWayS be the DauGhter of my simply bEauTiful, aMazIng MoThER.

Quick

Just a quick note for all the avid readers of my blog! (^_^) It doesn't matter that no one reads it. It'll be a nice momento for people when I eventually get hit by a car (Not a pesimist just exceptionally bad at crossing the road!). Everything is cool at the moment. Doing temping work. No,not because I can't get a perminant job! The reason is I quite like trying to be the Marry Poppins of the office world. Meeting new people, trying new skills, paid weekly, regular change of enviroment. Suits me! Although admitedly a little scary when one is in limbo, such as now. Fear not! I am resourceful, and have a good couple of agencies. Therefore this brief interlude is merely a spontanious holiday! Hurray. What better way to spend it than at Download festival (VIP guesty, thanks to Jimmie, and Hammer!)I'm seeing KISS BABY!!! (^_^) Followed by the Metal Hammer awards Monday. It's so cool I'm even jealous of myself!! However before I go galavanting off there is Jimmies Birthday to tend to, and a rather understated (code for cool) little catwalk show. My dress is great too, which is nice, because I don't really have a choice! :) Think tea party meets cocktail. Sayonara!!