Drugs are good.  They help me type stuff like this without thinking about it too much:
Three of the books covered this semester in US 101 shared a remarkably similar recurring theme.  Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray is a vivid story depicting the life of an innocent young man who slowly degenerates from the inside out, eventually collapsing under the weight of corruption.  Persepolis, by Marjane Satrapi, covers the internal decadence of Islamic fundamentalism during the Iranian revolution.  The arresting ease in which people grew to embody Hitler’s callous idealism is delineated in Viktor E. Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning.  But how can these be tied together?  In all three, the enemy is not some ruthless beast, incurable disease, or imminent disaster; it is the symposium of sickness created by the human mind.
               Dorian Gray’s downward spiral allows a look at the theme on a diminutive scale.  The book starts with a pure character, someone seemingly free of any and all personality flaws.  But he was too perfect.   Upon meeting Lord Henry, Dorian’s virgin mind is tainted by the power of words and quickly enveloped in a world of dark insanity.  His relationship with Lord Henry borders on idolatry, allowing every passing word and nonchalant action of his to have an interminable effect.  Dorian’s exterior appearance remains untarnished throughout the entire ordeal, while his soul enters a state of perpetual decay.
Now I just need to come up with another 1,300 words to cap it off with.  And then go back and fix all the massive holes I'm leaving when I sober up.  Only a few more days of this crap and it's SKI TIME!!!!1