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Beginning Theory: An Introduction to Literary and Cultural Theory, Third Edition (Beginnings)

This book has been helping students navigate through the thickest of literary and cultural theory for well over a decade now. This new and expanded third edition continues to offer students and readers the best one-volume introduction to the field.
The bewildering variety of approaches, theorists and technical language is lucidly and expertly unravelled. Unlike many books which assume certain positions about the critics and the theories they represent, Peter Barry allows readers to develop their own ideas once first principles and concepts have been grasped.
The book has been updated and includes two new chapters, one of which (Literary theory -- a history in ten events) innovatively surveys the course of theory, while the other (Theory after ‘Theory’) maps the arrival of new 'isms' since the second edition appeared in 2002.

Warning: Mature content

XIII
AWKWARD SITUATIONS
The Golean Mons Incident:

“You awake?”
Shriveled up in a clumsy fetal like position between battery one’s plasma accelerator and the turret’s drive room, Zebby did so little as raise his eye’s in response. “No.” he answered. “I’m sleeping. You’re kind do that to don’t they?”
“You know sleeping on the gun decks isn’t permitted, even for an off duty enlist men.”
“Neither is your face.” Zebby groaned to himself, shewing away the Senior Gun Chief, now standing over him with an enervated flick of his hand.
“What was that?” Snapped the Gun Chief.
“Nothing, um. Sir.”
“You…Are off duty?” The Gun Chief added.
“Last I checked? Why? Is sleeping on the gun decks allowed for on duty slug slingers?”
Shacking his head solemnly, Senior Gun Chief, Kabil Franks, slowly leaned down over Zebby and patted him on the shoulder, before further offering a cup of hot instant coffee. “You know, it’s a damn good thing you’re so fucking popular around here you little butt flicker.”
“That a fact?”
“You do realize what time it is?”
Zebby hesitated before offering a response. “What is this time thing of which you speak of?”
“God damn it Zebby, it’s half past eighteen hundred. You were suppose to be a deck up two hours ago.”
Finally taking Kabil a little more seriously, Zebby raised his head, and took a hand full of the hot cup of coffee. “No shit? I’m late?”
“Try A.W.O.L.” Kabil smirked.
“Really? Are they going to arrest me?”
“Only if they find out. Like I said, your lucky ass got peps, but S.G.C. Allmendinger really ain’t the sort to be fucked with for extended periods of time, if you can grasp the vernacular, and that butt buddy of yours Rowbury, has already gone to sniffing that shit stained nose of his around every sweaty crack and brown hole he can find.”
“Ah, Shad’s harmless.”
“That little shits dangerous, and you know he’s got it out for you Zebby. I see shit, you know.”
“You see shit?” Zebby smirked, before taking a sip of his coffee. “Franks you spend way to much of your down time on V deck, trying to get painted over numbers off the walls, and the heads full of charcoal and rice paper.”
“Fuck that.”
“No, I think you’ve got that out of text.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Would I be better off?”
“God damn it, have you heard a single word that’s come out of this lip flapping mouth attached to my face? I’m trying to do you favor here, this ain’t no time to be fucking around. Now when you didn’t report, S.A. and a few of them pot luck engineer irregularities cooked up some bull shit story, bout needing a volunteer midship for some sort of secondary core vent purge, before the jump. But don’t be going and thinking it’s going to hold water for much longer.”
“The secondary vent?”
“The Story.”
“Really? The engineer guys are in on this?”
“Do in no small part to the coin they collected off one really bent out of shape S.G.C. Allmendinger, after you loaded twenty four consecutive slugs without a single drop. So lets step lively, alright.”
Finishing off his coffee, Zebby reluctantly pried himself from the cold floor plate and stretched, taking notice of the foul stench emanating from his own arm pits. “Well at least I got an excuse for the bedraggled uniform.”
“Noted.”
“Hey Franks, you’re an officer, you got the inside reach around.“
“Not as cordial as you might think. Especially in regards to this particular operation.“
“Fare enough. I just got one question. I heard Sarabande cackling over the M.C. earlier about ship prep for the jump.”
“As did everyone else. Mind getting to the point in just a slightly more hare footed manner, like oh say, now?”
“Kabil. Tetchy.”
“Lil faster then that, Zeb.”
“He said we were rigging for a stage six interface. When did somebody decide there were six ways to link a hump, instead of five.”
Near instantly Kabil faded, lowering his head for a moment to think. It was the sort of body language that suggested to Zebby, that he best prepare himself to be lied to.
“I think you’re about the tenth shipmen to ask me that question now, Zebby.”
“And what did you tell the other nine luckies left in the dark?”
“Same thing I’m going to tell you.”
“That being?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
Then Kabil rapidly replaced his gloomy demure with a bright cynical grin, before planting a firm pat on Zebby’s shoulder. “Time to work Emerson. Time to not ask question, and work.” And with that, Kabil took a hasty moment to take in all of Zebby’s features as though trying to memorize him for the last time. Then he turned swiftly away, and aimed for the bulk head leaving Zebby with just as many if not quit possibly a few more then he had begun with.

*****

“A stage six jump point interface.” Shad spoke up without so much as a moments hesitation of Zebby asking.
Apparently feeling just a little more robust then he had only a few minutes ago, a deck down, Zebby seated himself at his firing station next to what appeared to be an unispiredly irritated Shadrack Rowbury.
“Yeah.” Zebby mumbled. “Ever heard

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Amara exits the elevator after an odd fumble with the buttons and waves to the sister. "Good evening Sister. How are you tonight?"

Darkness Odigaunt looked up from her book, "Hey, not too bad, you? Here for the class?"

David Valentino steps into the room and smiles at Darkness, approaching the desk and setting a shiny red apple on it, before winking and heading to a desk.

Amara nods, "Yes. Even brought something for notes." She'd tap her hip back which SL is not rezzing yet before taking a seat.

Myya Loire grins as she sees who the teacher's pet is, sitting all up in the first row, "This the adult education class?" she asks, eyeing the big kid in leather.

David Valentino turns and smiles at Myya, then shakes his head.

Darkness Odigaunt sat up and looked uneasily at the apple, "Is that going to explode like, halfway through class?" She nodded and stood up, "No notes tonight, really. Not for the first class. This is us, have a seat."

David Valentino: "Sorry..this is the Kama Sutra class. Adult education is down in the alley."

Myya Loire pops a squat and kicks David's chair "Oh... sorry... not..." she says, totally planning on all sorts of mischief, but then... she wasn't there to play, she was there to learn, "You don't have to be Christian for this class, right?" she asks the teacher.

David Valentino smiles at Darkness, "Naw..that's prime grade A apple. A serpent gave it to me, but I thought you could use it more."

Darkness Odigaunt shook her head, "Nope. We're going to start with that probably, but not stay just with one religion anyway."

Amara rolled her eyes at David. "Kama sutra...like you need to be a class for that. Be mindful not to be struck by lighting David; I will not try to revive you if the good Lord decides to punish you for that." Since the book was not needed, Amara placed it back in the bag and waited.

Myya Loire nods and tugs at the cross on her necklace that was so not appropriate, "Alright, cause, like I'm a Brooklyn Russian Jew, Bukharin and Russian... old school." she wanted to make that clear so that there wouldn't be any question as to which side of the debate she'd be falling on who Jesus died for... someone else's sins... not hers.

David Valentino laughs, "Naw..god and me got an understanding. he leaves me alone and I do the same for him." He then turns back to watch the good sister with humorous interest.

Darkness Odigaunt nodded, "Maybe you can help when we get to Judaism then." She smiled and checked the dial over the door, "We'll start soon, doesn't look like anyone else is coming."

David Valentino notices the quotes by T.S. Elliott and Poe on the wall and arches a brow.

Myya Loire fiddles with a bit of paper on her desk, tearing off little pieces and turning them into tiny projectiles. She lines them up along the edge and takes careful aim for the back of David's collar.

Amara asks, "So we'll be starting with Christianity today I assume, Sister? Or general discussion about religion as it were?"

Darkness Odigaunt looks back, "Okay! No, we're sort of just going to start generally. Like, how much people know." She leaned back on her desk, "So... how much do you know?"

David Valentino feels some mini paper projectiles bouncing off his collar and hitting his hair and frowns, hoping the good sister breaks out the ruler soon.

Teyh Saunders tries to slip into the classroom quietly, keeping to the back of the classroom as he tries to move along the back wall. Half way across, he would stop, folding his arms across his chest, listening closely and smiling at the Sister.

David Valentino raises a hand but doesn't wait to be called on, "Religion came about as ways to explain the unexplainable, then to give hope for an afterlife because of the fear of death, and finally, as a control method.”

Amara hummed. “My view of religion’s been more about finding guidance for things. The mentality of ‘What would this person do?’ in a certain scenario rather than strictly adhering to certain beliefs.”

Teyh Saunders began to put together from the various responses that the question was about religion, raising his hand from his standing spot in the back of the room and waiting quietly to be called upon.

David Valentino eyes Amara, "That sounds more like spirituality than religion."

Darkness Odigaunt nodded, "Pretty good. That's about the definition of general religion," to David. She pointed to the woman beside him, "That's good too. Still right, but a completely different right." She nodded to Teyh as he walked in, then to allow him to speak.

Amara nods. “I suppose it does. I've seen some times in life t

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