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Léanne Merah
How does fiction reveal the importance of traveling in our personnal development?
themes : Travels, territories, borders; Expression and Self - construction

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Léanne Merah

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How does fiction reveal the importance of traveling in our personnal development?

themes : Travels, territories, borders; Expression and Self - construction

6. Titanic by James Cameron

5. Blade of Secrets by Tricia Levenseller

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7. Thanks

2. Pirates of the Carribean : At World's End by Gore Verbinski (Disney Studio)

3. "Part of Your World", The Little Mermaid by Disney Studio

4. Mickey's Christmas Carol by Disney Studio

1. The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

Somwhere good. Moira sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed, ankle on knee, in her purple overalls, one dandly earring, the gold fingernail she wore to be eccentric, a cigarette between her stubby yellow-ended fingers. Let's go for a beer. You're getting ashes on my bed, I said. If you'd make it you wouldn't have this problem, said Moira.In half an hour, I said. I has a paper due the next day. What was it? Psychology, English, Economics. We studied things like that, then. On the floor there were books, open face down, this way and that, extravagandly."

1. the Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood, 1985

Chapter seven "The night is mine, my own time, to do with as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don't move. As long as I lie still. The difference between lie and lay. Lay is always passive. Even men used to say, I'd like to laid. Though sometimes they said, I'd like yo lay her. All this is pure speculation. I don't know what men used to say. I had only their words for it. I lie, then, inside the room, under the plaster eye in the ceiling, behind the white curtains, between the sheets, neatly as they, and step sideways out of my own time. Out of time. Though this is time, nor am I out of it. But the night is my time out. Where should I go ?

2. Pirates of the Carribean : At Worlds end, by Gore Verbinski (Disney Studio), 2007

When's it my turn?Wouldn't I loveLove to explore that shore above?Out of the seaWish I could bePart of that world

What would I giveIf I could liveOut of these waters?What would I payTo spend a dayWarm on the sand?Betcha on landThey understandThat they don't reprimand their daughtersBright young womenSick of swimmingReady to standAnd ready to know what the people knowAsk 'em my questionsAnd get some answersWhat's a fire and why does itWhat's the word? burn?

3. lyrics of « Part of Your World » from The Little Mermaid (Disney), 1989

[...]I want to be where the people areI want to seewant to see 'em dancingWalking around on thoseWhadd'ya call 'em? oh- feetFlipping your fins you don't get too farLegs are required for jumping, dancingStrolling along down aWhat's that word again? StreetUp where they walkUp where they runUp where they stay all day in the sunWandering freeWish I could bePart of that world

4) Mickey's Christmas carol by Burny Mattinson (Walt Disney Pictures), 1983

Chapter twelve

5. Blade of Secrets by tricia levenseller, 2021

" I want to be hidden. I want to feel safe.When we break for the night some evening later, everyone goes to gather firewood, not straying far from camp. I, however, put as much distance as I can between myself and everyone else without being unsafe. I put my back to a tree trunk, sit on the pine-needle-covered floor, and breathe out more easily. It isn't quite twilight, bt the night bugs are already out in full force, buzzing and niggling around my ears. I raise my hands to block the sounds and close my eyes, pretending I'm home, sitting before the hearth or in my bed or in my forge. Somewhere the rest of the world isn't."

" I never walk in the streets alone, not if I can help it. Even back in Lirasu, I wouldn't go anywhere unless Temra was free to join me. I can't help but be wary of anyone and everything. Because no matter what, it feels like a threat. I startle at every sound and have to eye every stranger I pass, ensuring none of them is Kymora. And damn this town, but everyone is too friendly, saying hello whenever I pass them by. I don't want to talk. Why can't everyone just keep to themselves ? Careful not to get lost, I finally get the courage to ask for directions to the Dancing Kiwi Tavern."

Chapter eight

She releases him and he sinks into the black water. He seems to fade out like a spirit returning to some immaterial plane.Rose rolls off the floating staircase and plunges into the icy water. She swims to Chief Officer Wilde's body and grabs his whistle. She starts to BLOW THE WHISTLE with all the strength in her body. Its sound slaps across the still water.294 IN BOAT 14 Lowe whips around at the sound of the whistle.LOWE(turning the tiller)Row back! That way! Pull!Rose keeps blowing as the boat comes to her. She is still blowing when Lowe takes the whistle from her mouth as they haul her into the boat. She slips into uncosciousness and they scramble to cover her with blankets...DISSOLVE TO:INT. IMAGING SHACK / KELDYSH295 295EXTREME CLOSEUP of Rose's ancient, wrinkled face. Present day.OLD ROSEFifteen hundred people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six out of fifteen hundred.As she speaks THE CAMERA TRACKS slowly across the faces of Lizzy and the salvage crew on KELDYSH. Lovett, Bodine, Buell, the others... the reality of what happened here 84 years before has hit them like never before. With her story Rose has put them on Titanic in its final hours, and or the first time, they do feel like graverobbers.

6. Script of Titanic, by James Cameron, 1997

291 (CONTINUED) : ROSE'S POV... SLOW MOTION: [...] It flicks past her motionless form and moves on. The boat is 50 feet away, and moving past her. The men look away.Rose lifts her head to turn to Jack. We see that her hair has frozen to the wood under her.ROSE(barely audible)Jack.She touches his shoulder with her free hand. He doesn'trespond. Rose gently turns his face toward her. It is rimed with frost.He seems to be sleeping peacefully.But he is not asleep.Rose can only stare at his still face as the realization goes through her.ROSEOh, Jack.[...]293 ROSE struggles to move. Her hand, she realizes, is actually frozen to Jack's. She breaths on it, melting the ice a little, and gently unclasps their hands, breaking away a thin tinkling film.ROSEI won't let go. I promise.

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