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Romeo and Juliet Vs The Fault in our stars

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Romeo and Juliet
William Shakespeare
The Fault in Our Stars
John Green
Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Sixteen-year-old cancer patient, Hazel- Grace, who is forced by her parents to attend a support group, where she meets and falls in love with Augustus Waters, a boy who lost a leg to osteosarcoma.
- Gus makes Issac and Hazel share their eulogy's for him in "the literal heart of Jesus"
The Eulogy
Augustus Waters is a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should of gotten more. I'm telling you Augustus Waters talked so much about him that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. and he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. But I will say this: When the scientists from the future show up at my house with robot eyes and tell me to try them on, I will tell them to screw off because I do not want to see a world without him. And then, having made my rhetorical point, I will put on my robot eyes on , because I mean, with robot eyes you can probably see through girls shorts and stuff. Augustus, my friend, Godspeed.
My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won't be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because like all real love stories, it will die with us. As it should. I'd hoped that he'd be eulogizing me, because there is no one I'd rather have. I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There is an infinite between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many days of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You have me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.
Act 4 Scene 3
- Juliet takes the poison after a lengthy monolog

- As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
"I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you."
“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;

Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night..."
That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people
It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.
But three years removed from proper full-time schoolic exposure to my peers, I felt a certain unbridgeable distance between us. I think my school friends wanted to help me through my cancer, but they eventually found out that they couldn't.
Immediately we do exile him hence:

I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,

My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;

But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine

That you shall all repent the loss of mine:

I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;

Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:

Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,

Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.

Bear hence this body and attend our will:

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Romeo is banished!'
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love […]

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage"
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?

My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?

Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!

For who is living, if those two are gone?
And yet still I worried. I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
There are a number of ways to establish someone's approximate survival expectations without actually asking.
Augustus Waters Vs Romeo
+Teenage boy
+Say things how they are
+Good Looking and that's where the similarities end
+Lets his emotions lead his decisions
+Poetic/ Romantic

Augustus Waters
+His one hamartia is his need to leave a mark

The biggest difference is Romeo does not grow as a character but continues to be rash and impulsive allowing his emotions to cloud the small amount of rationale judgment he possess
As someone nicely put it the play could have been called "Romeo and Romeo:The New Age Narcissus"
"I have forgot that name, and that name's woe"
"I fear oblivion...I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark."
"It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
Juliet Vs Hazel
+Their fates have been set
+Smart and witty
+Character growth throughout the story
+Madly in love
+Best friends with old people

+Produces beautiful prose and poetic passages
+Portrayed as innocent and naive
+Lives on the edge of death
+Selfless- grenade
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.
John Green's influences
William Shakespeare
"The fault,Dear Brudis is not in the stars, but in ourselves"
-Shakespeare, Julius Ceaser

YouTube and Esther Earl
Working in a children's hospital
William Shakespeare's Influences
"To Esther Earl" -Dedication
Arthur Brooke
-The Tragical History of Romeus and Juliet

- believed in love at first sight,
-All his poetry was written to a woman he never met

"Star-crossed" is a phrase describing a pair of lovers whose relationship is often thwarted by outside forces. The phrase stems from the astrological belief that the positions of the stars ruled over people's fates,
"Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again."
"What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?"
"What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,"
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,--
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;
Scene comparisons
+Battle against time
+Vague future prospects
The End

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