The comparison that Crusoe makes between life in prison and life on the island is that he feels all alone. "To think of the woods, the mountains, the deserts I was in, and how I was a prisoner, locked up with the eternal bars and bolts of the ocean" He feels that being imprisoned is that same as being alone on an island, mountains, woods, or even the desert. His loneliness makes him cry like a child would. All he has is the thoughts in his mind that still doesn’t satisfy his needs. "In the midst of the greatest composures of my mind, this would break out upon me like a storm, and make me wring my hands and weep like a child." He creates a struggle between what he’s going through meaning jail and different parts of nature. Explain

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in act 3, scene 3 of hamlet, claudius, in his prayer, says that he "cannot" be forgiven for his "foul murder" because he cannot give up the things for which he murdered.

the queen does not feature in the list of things that claudius cannot give up. claudius married gertrude only to use her as a means to achieve his goals. he never loved her or cared about her. she is of no value to him anymore. claudius only wished for the throne, the wealth, and the power and murdering hamlet's father allowed him to have a right over all these things.

when connie willis was 12 years old, her mother died. in january of 2003, willis was interviewed for locus magazine. she recognized that death is a major issue in her writing, specially because the vacuous and appalling things that people tend to say in order to support you when someone you loved dies. what really saved willis was reading. books, literature, are not false. poetry tells the truth (as dickinson said: "tell al the truth but tell it slant"). it's not a escape from reality, but a nigromantic experience where whe can talk to people that exist no more. that's the definition that connie willis gives in her novel "passage": «(literature) it's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! ». enrique vila-matas has figured out the esence of literary experience when he said in a lecture that he intends to have his revenge against life (and death), because to write (and to read) is a form of living and a way to remember. i like in that sense the idea of not leting anything human to get lost. i feel fiction and poetry as the shapes of an ancient anger. like in the poem from dylan thomas: «do not go gentle into that good night / rage, rage against the dying of the light».

but there is another aspect that i have learned from connie willis's quote. in his famous work "danubio", the italian writer claudio magris describes literature as house removals. some messages reach us, other messages get lost in the labyrinth. those messages which are our inheritance teach us how to live and how to die, how to love and how to hate, how to laugh and how to cry. i think that tales really shape us if we listen to them. maybe through the stories we read we learn how to emphatize with others, knowing that the bells tolls for every each of us.