English midterm matching section

What's a feud?""Why, where was you raised? Don't you know what a feud is?" "Never heard of it before—tell me about it.""Well," says Buck, "a feud is this way: A man has a quarrel withanother man, and kills him; then that other man's brother kills him; then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the cousins chip in—and by and by everybody's killed off, and there ain't no more feud. But it's kind of slow, and takes a long time.""Has this one been going on long, Buck?""Well, I should reckon! It started thirty year ago, or som'ers along there. There was trouble 'bout something, and then a lawsuit to settle it; and the suit went agin one of the men, and so he up and shot the man that won the suit—which he would naturally do, of course. Anybody would.""What was the trouble about, Buck?—land?""I reckon maybe—I don't know.""Well, who done the shooting? Was it a Grangerford or a Shepherdson?""Laws, how do I know? It was so long ago.""Don't anybody know?""Oh, yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of the other old people;but they don't know now what the row was about in the first place."

mark twain huck finn

who were the localist

mark twain, howells, William Carlos Williams, William Faulkner

what were the 3 revelations in roman fever

mrs slade wrote the note he responded and met her there that night mrs ansley had her baby

Daisy Miller - Henry James

Winterborne an American man who moved to Geneva but was in Switzerland visiting his aunt Met an American boy named Randolph and his sister Daisy

He was now in full possession of his physical senses. They were, indeed, preternaturally keen and alert. Something in the awful disturbance of his organic system had so exalted and refined them that they made record of things never before perceived. He felt the ripples upon his face and heard their separate sounds as they struck. He looked at the forest on the bank of the stream, saw the individual trees, the leaves and the veining of each leaf−− he saw the very insects upon them: the locusts, the brilliant bodied flies, the gray spiders stretching their webs from twig to twig. He noted the prismatic colors in all the dewdrops upon a million blades of grass. The humming of the gnats that danced above the eddies of the stream, the beating of the dragon flies' wings, the strokes of the water spiders' legs, like oars which had lifted their boat −− all these made audible music. A fish slid along beneath his eyes and he heard the rush of its body parting the water.

ambrose bierce an occurence at owl creek bridge

Striking through the thought of his dear ones was a sound which he could neither ignore nor understand, a sharp, distinct, metallic percussion like the stroke of a blacksmith's hammer upon the anvil; it had the same ringing quality. He wondered what it was,and whether immeasurably distant or near by −− it seemed both. Its recurrence was regular, but as slow as the tolling of a death knell. He awaited each new stroke with impatience and −− he knew not why −− apprehension. The intervals of silence grew progressively longer; the delays became maddening. With their greater infrequency the sounds increased in strength and sharpness. .... What he heard was the ticking of his watch.

ambrose bierce an occurence at owl creek bridge

He springs forwards with extended arms. As he is about to clasp her he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the neck; a blinding white light blazes all about him with a sound like the shock of a cannon −− then all is darkness and silence! Peyton Fahrquhar was dead; his body, with a broken neck, swung gently from side to side beneath the timbers of the Owl Creek bridge. what is sprung in this moment

ambrose bierce an occurence at owl creek bridge the reader's trap

He unclosed his eyes and saw again the water below him. "If I could free my hands," he thought, "I might throw off the noose and spring into the stream. By diving I could evade the bullets and, swimming vigorously, reach the bank, take to the woods and get away home."

an occurence at owl creek bridge ambrose bierce

A ship lost at sea for many days suddenly sighted a friendly vessel. From the mast of the unfortunate vessel was seen a signal, "Water, water; we die of thirst!" The answer from the friendly vessel at once came back, "Cast down your bucket where you are." A second time the signal, "Water, water; send us water!" ran up from the distressed vessel, and was answered, "Cast down your bucket where you are." And a third and fourth signal for water was answered, "Cast down your bucket where you are." The captain of the distressed vessel, at last heeding the injunction, cast down his bucket, and it came up full of fresh, sparkling water from the mouth of the Amazon River. To those of my race who depend on bettering their condition in a foreign land or who underestimate the importance of cultivating friendly relations with the Southern white man, who is their next-door neighbour, I would say: "Cast down your bucket where you are"—cast it down in making friends in every manly way of the people of all races by whom we are surrounded

booker t washington up from slavery

She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred frills and flounces, and knots of pale-coloured ribbon. She was bare-headed; but she balanced in her hand a large parasol, with a deep border of embroidery; and she was strikingly, admirably pretty.[....] Winterbourne had not seen for a long time anything prettier than his fair countrywoman's various features- her complexion, her nose, her ears, her teeth. He had a great relish for feminine beauty: he was addicted to observing and analysing it; and as regards this young lady's face he made several observations. It was not at all insipid, but it was not exactly expressive; and though it was eminently delicate, Winterbourne mentally accused it - very forgivingly - of a want of finish.

henry james daisy miller

The child, who was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression of countenance, a pale complexion, and sharp little features. He was dressed in knickerbockers, with red stockings, which displayed his poor little spindleshanks; he also wore a brilliant red cravat. He carried in his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of which he thrust into everything that he approached - the flowerbeds, the garden-benches, the trains of the ladies' dresses.

henry james daisy miller

ever, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming; but how deucedly sociable! Was she simply a pretty girl from New York State - were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen's society? Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that, after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt - a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. what is this an example of

henry james daisy miller free indirect thought report

one might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left. No State, in the European sense of the word, and indeed barely a specific national name. No sovereign, no court, no personal loyalty, no aristocracy, no church, no clergy, no army, no diplomatic service, no country gentlemen, no palaces, no castles, nor manors, nor old country-houses, nor parsonages, nor thatched cottages nor ivied ruins; no cathedrals, nor abbeys, nor little Norman churches; no great Universities nor public schools—no Oxford, nor Eton, nor Harrow; no literature, no novels, no museums, no pictures, no political society, no sporting class .... Some such list as that might be drawn up of the absent things in American life—especially in the American life of forty years ago, the effect of which, upon an English or a French imagination, would probably as a general thing be appalling. The natural remark, in the almost lurid light of such an indictment, would be that if these things are left out, everything is left out.

henry james hawthrone

It is an incident for a woman to stand up with her hand resting on a table and look out at you in a certain way; or if it be not an incident, I think it will be hard to say what it is [...] When a young man makes up his mind that he has not faith enough after all to enter the church as he intended, that is an incident, though you may not hurry to the end of the chapter to see whether perhaps he doesn't change once more. I do not say that these are extraordinary or startling incidents. I do not pretend to estimate the degree of interest proceeding from them, for this will depend upon the skill of the [writer] [...] the only classification of the novel that I can understand is into that which has life and that which has not.

henry james the art of fiction

He had assented to the idea that she was "common"; but was she so, after all, or was he simply getting used to her commonness? [....]She seemed to him [...] an extraordinary mixture of innocence and crudity.

henry james daisy miller

It goes without saying that you will not write a good novel unless you possess the sense of reality; but it will be difficult to give you a recipe for calling that sense into being. Humanity is immense and reality has a myriad forms [...] It is equally excellent and inconclusive to say that one must write from experience [...]What kind of experience is intended, and where does it begin and end? Experience is never limited and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web, of the finest silken threads, suspended in the chamber of consciousness and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue. It is the very atmosphere of the mind; and when the mind is imaginative [...] it takes to itself the faintest hints of life ....

henry james the art of fiction

who were the cosmopolitans

henry james, edith wharton, gertrude stein, ts eliot, ezra pound, ernest hemingway

why is winterborne having such a hard time placing daisy

hes been away from america for a long time so he doesnt know how american girls act anymore the idea of estrangement

he young writer who attempts to report the phrase and carriage of every-day life, who tries to tell just how he has heard men talk and seen them look, is made to feel guilty of something low and unworthy by the stupid people who would like to have him show how Shakespeare's men talked and looked, or [Sir Walter] Scott's, or [William Makepeace] Thackeray's, or [Honore de] Balzac's, or [Charles] Dickens's; he is instructed to idealize his personages, that is, to take the life-likeness out of them, and put the literary-likeness into them.

howells editor's study

We] hope that the time is coming when not only the artist, but the common, average man [...] will reject the ideal grasshopper wherever he finds it, in science, in literature, in art, because it is not "simple, natural, and honest," because it is not like a real grasshopper [....] [T]he people who have been brought up on the ideal grasshopper, the heroic grasshopper, the impassioned grasshopper, the self-devoted, adventureful, good old romantic card-board grasshopper must die out before the simple, honest, and natural grasshopper can have a fair field.

howells editor's study

see that you are looking at a grasshopper there which you have found in the grass, and I suppose you intend describe it. Now don't waste your time and sin against culture in that way. I've got a grasshopper here, which has been evolved at considerable pains and expense out of the grasshopper in general; in fact, it's a type. It's made up of wire and cardboard, very prettily painted in a conventional tint, and it's perfectly indestructible. It isn't very much like a real grasshopper, but it's a great deal nicer, and it's served to represent the notion of a grasshopper ever since man emerged from barbarism. You may say that it's artificial. Well, it is artificial; but then it's ideal too; and what you want to do is to cultivate the ideal. You'll find the books full of my kind of grasshopper, and scarcely a trace of yours in any of them. The thing that you are proposing to do is commonplace; but if you say that it isn't commonplace, for the very reason that it hasn't been done before, you'll have to admit that it's photographic."

howells editor's study

The young writer who attempts to report the phrase and carriage of every-day life, who tries to tell just how he has heard men talk and seen them look, is made to feel guilty of something low and unworthy by the stupid people who would like to have him show how Shakespeare's men talked and looked, or [Sir Walter] Scott's, or [William Makepeace] Thackeray's, or [Honore de] Balzac's, or [Charles] Dickens's; he is instructed to idealize his personages, that is, to take the life-likeness out of them, and put the literary-likeness into them.

howells the editor's study

The more I studied about this the more my conscience went to grinding me, and the more wicked and low-down and ornery I got to feeling. And at last, when it hit me all of a sudden that here was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in the face and letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from up there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman's n[...] that hadn't ever done me no harm, and now was showing me there's One that's always on the lookout, and ain't a-going to allow no such miserable doings to go only just so fur and no further, I most dropped in my tracks I was so scared. ...

huck finn

It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and humble myself to a n[...]; but I done it, and I warn't ever sorry for it afterwards, neither. I didn't do him no more mean tricks, and I wouldn't done that one if I'd a knowed it would make him feel that way.

huck finn mark twain

ODE TO STEPHEN DOWLING BOTS, DEC'DAnd did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die?And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners cry?No; such was not the fate of Young Stephen Dowling Bots; Though sad hearts round him thickened, 'Twas not from sickness' shots.[....]O no. Then list with tearful eye, Whilst I his fate do tell.His soul did from this cold world fly By falling down a well.They got him out and emptied him; Alas it was too late;His spirit was gone for to sport aloft In the realms of the good and great.

huck finn mark twain

You don't know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.

huck finn mark twain

"What's a feud?""Why, where was you raised? Don't you know what a feud is?" "Never heard of it before—tell me about it.""Well," says Buck, "a feud is this way: A man has a quarrel withanother man, and kills him; then that other man's brother kills him; then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the cousins chip in—and by and by everybody's killed off, and there ain't no more feud. But it's kind of slow, and takes a long time.""Has this one been going on long, Buck?""Well, I should reckon! It started thirty year ago, or som'ers along there. There was trouble 'bout something, and then a lawsuit to settle it; and the suit went agin one of the men, and so he up and shot the man that won the suit—which he would naturally do, of course. Anybody would.""What was the trouble about, Buck?—land?""I reckon maybe—I don't know.""Well, who done the shooting? Was it a Grangerford or a Shepherdson?""Laws, how do I know? It was so long ago.""Don't anybody know?""Oh, yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of the other old people;but they don't know now what the row was about in the first place."

huck finn mark twain example of irony

I about made up my mind to pray, and see if I couldn't try to quit being the kind of a boy I was and be better. So I kneeled down. But the words wouldn't come. Why wouldn't they? It warn't no use to try and hide it from Him. Nor from me, neither. I knowed very well why they wouldn't come. It was because my heart warn't right; it was because I warn't square; it was because I was playing double. I was letting on to give up sin, but away inside of me I was holding on to the biggest one of all. I was trying to make my mouth sayI would do the right thing and the clean thing, and go and write to that n[...]'s owner and tell where he was; but deep down in me I knowed it was a lie, and He knowed it. You can't pray a lie—I found that out.....

huck finn mark twain

It was a close place. I took [the letter] up, and held it in my hand. I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself:"All right, then, I'll go to hell"—and tore it up.It was awful thoughts and awful words, but they was said. And I let them stay said; and never thought no more about reforming. I shoved the whole thing out of my head, and said I would take up wickedness again, which was in my line, being brung up to it, and the other warn't. And for a starter I would go to work and steal Jim out of slavery again; and if I could think up anything worse, I would do that, too; because as long as I was in, and in for good, I might as well go the whole hog.

huck finn mark twain

The Widow Douglas, she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me ....

huck finn mark twain

How I gwyne to ketch her en I out in de woods? No; some er de n[...]s foun' her ketched on a snag along heah in de ben', en dey hid her in a crick 'mongst de willows, en dey was so much jawin' 'bout which un 'um she b'long to de mos' dat I come to heah 'bout it pooty soon, so I ups en settles de trouble by tellin' 'um she don't b'long to none ofum, but to you en me; en I ast 'm if dey gwyne to grab a young white genlman's propaty, en git a hid'n for it? Den I gin 'm ten cents apiece, en dey 'uz mighty well satisfied, en wisht some mo' raf's 'ud come along en make 'm rich agin."

huck finn mark twain

She told him that they were going to Rome for the winter - she and her mother and Randolph. She asked him if he was a "real American"; she wouldn't have taken him for one; he seemed more like a German - this was said after a little hesitation, especially when he spoke. Winterbourne, laughing, answered that he had met Germans who spoke like Americans; but that he had not, so far as he remembered, met an American who spoke like a German. Then he asked her if she would not be more comfortable in sitting upon the bench which he had just quitted. She answered that she liked standing up and walking about; but she presently sat down. She told him she was from New York State - "if you know where that is." this is an example of what kind of speech report

indirect speech report henry james

Disparity between what is apparently meant and what is really meant.

irony

But for the Sir Walter disease, the character of the Southerner ... would be wholly modern, in place of modern and medieval mixed, and the South would be fully a generation further advanced than it is. It was Sir Walter that made every gentleman in the South a major or a colonel, or a general or a judge, before the war; and it was he, also, that made these gentlemen value these bogus decorations. For it was he that created rank and caste down there, and also reverence for rank and caste, and pride and pleasure in them. Enough is laid on slavery, without fathering upon it these creations and contributions of Sir Walter.Sir Walter had so large a hand in making Southern character, as it existed before the war, that he is in great measure responsible for the war. It seems a little harsh toward a dead man to say that we never should have had any war but for Sir Walter; and yet something of a plausible argument might, perhaps, be made in support of that wild proposition.

life on the mississppi mark twain

statement of a group's intentions, motives, program, plans.

manifesto

A curious exemplification of the power of a single book for good or harm is shown in the effects wrought by Don Quixote and those wrought by Ivanhoe. The first swept the world's admiration for the medieval chivalry silliness out of existence; and the other restored it. As far as our South is concerned, the good work done by Cervantes is pretty nearly a dead letter, so effectually has Scott's pernicious work undermined it.

mark twain life on the missippissi

As Peyton Fahrquhar fell straight downward through the bridge he lost consciousness and was as one already dead. From this state he was awakened −− ages later, it seemed to him −− by the pain of a sharp pressure upon his throat, followed by a sense of suffocation. [....]These sensations were unaccompanied by thought. The intellectual part of his nature was already effaced; he had power only to feel, and feeling was torment. He was conscious of motion .... Then all at once, with terrible suddenness, the light about him shot upward with the noise of a loud splash; a frightful roaring was in his ears, and all was cold and dark. The power of thought was restored; he knew that the rope had broken and he had fallen into the stream. [....]He was not conscious of an effort, but a sharp pain in his wrist apprised him that he was trying to free his hands. He gave the struggle his attention, as an idler might observe the feat of a juggler, without interest in the outcome. [....]He watched [his hands] with a new interest as first one and then the other pounced upon the noose at his neck. what is this an example of?

perspectivism ambrose bierce an occurence at owl creek

expertise =

realism

t was a monstrous big river down there -- sometimes a mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes; soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up -- nearly always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where the water was about knee deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a sound anywheres -- perfectly still -- just like the whole world was asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull line -- that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away -- trading scows, and such things; and long black streaks -- rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or jumbled up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far;

realism-the look of things, description mark twain huck finn

I was just thinking ... what different things Rome stands for to each generation of travelers. To our grandmothers, Roman fever; to our mothers, sentimental dangers - how we used to be guarded! - to our daughters, no more dangers than the middle of Main Street."

roman fever edith wharton

Literature designed to evoke feeling/emotion instead of rational judgement. The assumption is that responding emotionally/sympathetically to characters will make readers better people, and might even motivate them to take action to help others.

sentimentalism

She could not begin to believe that she would take the [job], modest as her aspirations were. She had been used to better than that .... This place was grimy and low; the girls were careless and hardened. They must be bad-minded and -hearted, she imagined. Still a place had been offered her. Surely Chicago was not so bad if she could find one [job] in one day. She might find another and better later.

sister carrie theodore dresier

Carrie passed along the busy aisles, much affected by the remarkable displays of trinkets, dress goods, shoes, stationery, jewelry. Each separate counter was a show place of dazzling interest and attraction. She could not help feeling the claim of each trinket and valuable upon her personally and yet she did not stop. There was nothing there which she could not have used—nothing which she did not long to own. The dainty slippers and stockings, the delicately frilled skirts and petticoats, the laces, ribbons, hair-combs, purses, all touched her with individual desire, and she felt keenly the fact that not any of these things were in the range of her purchase.

sister carrie theodore drieser

There was much more passing now than the mere words indicated. He recognized the indescribable thing that made for fascination and beauty in her. She realized that she was of interest to him from the one standpoint which a woman both delights in and fears .... Here were these two, bandying little phrases ... both unconscious of how inarticulate all their real feelings were. Neither was wise enough to be sure of the working of the mind of the other. He could not tell how his luring succeeded. She could not realize that she was drifting, until he secured her address. Now she felt that she had yielded something—he, that he had gained a victory.

sister carrie theodore drieser

They were a fair type of nearly the lowest order of shop girls,—careless, rather slouchy, and more or less pale from confinement. They were not timid however, were rich in curiosity and strong in daring and slang.

sister carrie theodore drieser

he was a fair example of the middle American class—two generations removed from the emigrant.Here was a type of the traveling canvasser [salesman] for a manufacturing house—a class which at that time was first being dubbed by the slang of the day "drummers." He came within the meaning of a still newer term which had sprung into general use among Americans in 1880, and which concisely expressed the thought of one whose dress or manners are such as to impress strongly the fancy, or elicit the admiration, of susceptible young women—a "masher."

sister carrier theodore drieser

They are very dreadful people.Winterbourne meditated a moment. "They are very ignorant—very innocent only. Depend upon it they are not bad.""They are hopelessly vulgar," said Mrs. Costello. "Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being 'bad' is a question for the metaphysicians. They are bad enough to dislike, at any rate; and for this short life that is quite enough." what is this an example of in terms of realism?

social reality-the way we live now daisy miller

what are the 3 types of english used in huck finn

standard educated english non standard white english - huck's english black american english jim's english

what are the 3 hypothesis about the yellow wallpaper?

supernatural horror diary of a mad housewife victim of patriarchy

what theme did henry james have

the international theme

After the Egyptian and Indian, the Greek and Roman, the Teuton and Mongolian, the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world, —a world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

the souls of black folks web dubious

"My name's 'Liza," she began, "'Liza Jane. W'en I wuz young I us'ter b'long ter Marse Bob Smif, down in ole Missoura. I wuz bawn down dere. W'en I wuz a gal I wuz married ter a man named Jim. But Jim died, an' after dat I married a merlatter man named Sam Taylor. Sam wuz free-bawn, but his mammy and daddy died, an' de w'ite folks 'prenticed him ter my marster fer ter work fer 'im 'tel he wuz growed up. Sam worked in de fiel', an' I wuz de cook. One day Ma'y Ann, ole miss's maid, came rushin' out ter de kitchen, an' says she, ''Liza Jane, ole marse gwine sell yo' Sam down de ribber.'"'Go way f'm yere,' says I; 'my husban''s free!'"'Don' make no diff'ence. I heerd ole marse tell ole miss he wuz gwine take yo' Sam 'way wid 'im ter-morrow, fer he needed money, an' he knowed whar he could git a t'ousan' dollars fer Sam an' no questions axed.'"

the wife of my youth

the story had awakened a responsive thrill in many hearts .... There was something in Mr. Ryder's voice that stirred the hearts of those who sat around him. It suggested more than mere sympathy with an imaginary situation; it seemed rather in the nature of a personal appeal.

the wife of my youth charles chestnutt

"I have no race prejudice," [Mr. Ryder] would say, "but we people of mixed blood are ground between the upper and the nether millstone. Our fate lies between absorption by the white race and extinction in the black. The one doesn't want us yet, but may take us in time. The other would welcome us, but it would be for us a backward step. 'With malice towards none, with charity for all,' we must do the best we can for ourselves and those who are to follow us. Self-preservation is the first law of nature."

the wife of my youth charles chestnutt

round the edges of her bonnet could be seen protruding here and there a tuft of short gray wool. She wore a blue calico gown of ancient cut, a little red shawl fastened around her shoulders with an old-fashioned brass brooch, and a large bonnet profusely ornamented with faded red and yellow artificial flowers. And she was very black,so black that her toothless gums, revealed when she opened her mouth to speak, were not red, but blue. She looked like a bit of the old plantation life, summoned up from the past by the wave of a magician's wand ...

the wife of my youth charles chestnutt

her face was crossed and recrossed with a thousand wrinkles, and around the edges of her bonnet could be seen protruding here and there a tuft of short gray wool. She wore a blue calico gown of ancient cut, a little red shawl fastened around her shoulders with an old-fashioned brass brooch, and a large bonnet profusely ornamented with faded red and yellow artificial flowers. And she was very black,so black that her toothless gums, revealed when she opened her mouth to speak, were not red, but blue.

the wife of my youth, charles chestnutt

At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies.He said that after the wall-paper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on."You know the place is doing you good," he said, "and really, dear, I don't care to renovate the house just for a three months' rental.""Then do let us go downstairs," I said, "there are such pretty rooms there."Then he took me in his arms and called me a blessed little goose, and said he would go down cellar, if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.

the yellow wallpaper gilman

A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity....There was some legal trouble, I believe, something about the heirs and coheirs; anyhow, the place has been empty for years.That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid, but I don't care—there is something strange about the house—I can feel it.

the yellow wallpaper charlotte perkins gilman

But there is something else about that paper— the smell! I noticed it the moment we came into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad. Now we have had a week of fog and rain, and whether the windows are open or not, the smell is here.It creeps all over the house.....It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house—to reach the smell.

the yellow wallpaper charlotte perkins gilman

There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making, a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try. [....]There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside down ....I never saw so much expression in an inanimate thing before, and we all know how much expression they have! I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a toy-store.

the yellow wallpaper charlotte perkins gilman

Wear do you want to go?" he inquired."I want to see the manager," she replied."Wot manager?" he returned, surveying her caustically."Is there more than one?" she asked. "I thought it was all one firm.""Naw," said the youth. "Der's six different people. Want to see Speigelheim?""I don't know," answered Carrie. She colored a little as she began to feel the necessity of explaining. "I want to see whoever put up that sign.""Dot's Speigelheim," said the boy. "Fort floor."

theodore dresier sister carrie

They dream only of America To be lost among the thirteen million pillars of grass: "This honey is delicious Though it burns the throat."And hiding from darkness in barns They can be grownups now And the murderer's ash tray is more easily— The lake a lilac cube.He holds a key in his right hand. "Please," he asked willingly. He is thirty years old. That was beforeWe could drive hundreds of miles At night through dandelions. When his headache grew worse we Stopped at a wire filling station. Now he cared only about signs. Was the cigar a sign? And what about the key? He went slowly into the bedroom."I would not have broken my leg if I had not fallen Against the living room table. What is it to be back Beside the bed? There is nothing to do For our liberation, except wait in the horror of it.And I am lost without you."

they dream only of america by john ashbery

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: ... How does it feel to be a problem?... it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt .... Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the worlds I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine.

web dubious soul of black folks

what is winterborne trying to figure out about daisy

what category she is in

Dear John! He loves me very dearly, and hates to have me sick. I tried to have a real earnest reasonable talk with him the other day, and tell him how I wish he would let me go and make a visit to Cousin Henry and Julia.But he said I wasn't able to go, nor able to stand it after I got there; and I did not make out a very good case for myself, for I was crying before I had finished .It is getting to be a great effort for me to think straight. Just this nervous weakness I suppose.And dear John gathered me up in his arms, and just carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed, and sat by me and read to me till it tired my head.He said I was his darling and his comfort and all he had, and that I must take care of myself for his sake, and keep well.

yellow wallpaper gilman

The shore of the lake presents an unbroken array of establishments of this order, of every category, from the "grand hotel" of the newest fashion, with a chalk-white front, a hundred balconies, and a dozen flags flying from its roof, to the little Swiss pension of an elder day, with its name inscribed in German-looking lettering upon a pink or yellow wall, and an awkward summer-house in the angle of the garden.

daisy miller henry james

I think it's a pity to make too much fuss about it.""It's a pity to let the girl ruin herself!""She is very innocent," said Winterbourne."She's very crazy!" cried Mrs. Walker. what is this an example of in terms of realism?

daisy miller social realities

You were right in that remark that you made last summer. I was booked to make a mistake. I have lived too long in foreign parts." what does this show?

daisy miller henry james estrangement

He was inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt - a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women - persons older than Miss Daisy Miller, and provided, for respectability's sake, with husbands - who were great coquettes - dangerous, terrible women, with whom one's relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one's intercourse with a pretty American flirt.

dasiy miller henry james

So these two ladies visualized each other, each through the wrong end of her little telescope what is this an example of?

edith wharton roman fever perspectivism

All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn .... it's the best book we've had. All American writing comes from that. There was nothing before. There has been nothing as good since.

ernest hemingway the green hills of africa

making everyday experience interesting and visible (palpable) again, rescuing it from habit, by presenting it strangely:

estrangement

realism =

estrangement

felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the American tone. what does this show?

estrangement daisy miller henry james

think those young Italian aviators we met at the Embassy invited them to fly to Tarquinia for tea. what is this an example of?

estrangement edith wharton roman fever

how does realism achieve effect of reality?

expertise/knowledge estrangement

what is this called "wuz"

eye dialect

Great moment in Blade Runner where Roy Batty is expiring, and talks about how everything he's seen will die with him — ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion, sea-beams glittering before the Tannhauser Gates. Memory is like molten gold burning its way through the skin it stops there. There is no transfer. Nothing I have seen will be remembered beyond me. That merciful cleaning of the windows of creation will be an excellent thing my interests notwithstanding. But then again I've never been near Orion, or the Tannhauser gates, I've only been here.1987

final farewell by tom clark

Let Realism do the entertaining with its meticulous presentation of teacups, rag carpets, wall paper and haircloth sofas, stopping with these, going no deeper that it sees, choosing the ordinary, the untroubled, the commonplace.But to Romance belongs the wide world for range, and the unplumbed depths of the human heart, and the mystery of sex, and the problems of life, and the black, unsearched penetralia of the soul of man.

frank norris a plea for romantic fiction

Many people today are composing mere sentimentalism, and calling it, and causing it to be called, Romance .... Romance has fallen into disrepute .... it is very easy to get the impression that Romance must be an affair of cloaks and daggers, or moonlight and golden hair .... It is not merely a conjurer's trick box, full of flimsy quackeries, tinsel and clap traps, meant only to amuse, and relying on deception to do even that .... Can we not see in it an instrument, keen, finely tempered, flawless - an instrument with which we may go straight through the clothes and tissues and wrapping of flesh down deep into the red, living heart of things?

frank norris a plea for romantic fiction

Realism is very excellent so far as it goes, but it goes no further than the Realist himself can actually see, or actually hear. Realism is minute; it is the drama of a broken teacup, the tragedy of a walk down the block, the excitement of an afternoon call, the adventure of an invitation to dinner. It is the visit to my neighbor's house, a formal visit, from which I may draw no conclusion. I see my neighbor and his friends - very, oh such very! probable people - and that is all. Realism ... says to me ... "That is life." And I say it is not.

frank norris a plea for romantic fiction

Romance does very well in the castles of the Middle Ages and the Renaissance chateaux .... That is all well and good. But let us protest against limiting her [i.e., Romance] to such places and such times. You will find her, I grant you , in the chatelaine's chamber and the dungeon of the man-at-arms; but, if you choose to look for her, you will find her equally at home in the brownstone house on the corner and in an office building downtown. And this very day, in this very hour, she is sitting among the rags and wretchedness, the dirt and despair of the tenements of the East Side of New York.

frank norris a plea for romantic fiction

She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed -- not a bit. Perhaps it was because she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were in Europe. this is an example of what kind of speech report

free indirect speech

sentimentalism is often _______

gendered

"Well, I guess you had better be quiet [.... ]I guess you have had enough candy, and mother thinks so too [....] "I guess my mother won't go, after all," she said. "She don't like to ride round in the afternoon."

henry james daisy miller

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame."Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

The new colossus by emma lazarus

how is huck finn ironic

Disparity between Huck's (and Buck's) judgmentand Mark Twain's (and our) judgment.

what is realism realistic about?

Everyday incidents • The look of things: description• The sound of speech • The way we live now: social reality• Perspectivism

"The Wife of My Youth" by Charles Chestnutt

Mr Ryder main character who is the face of the blue veins a society of elite colored people who are more white than black and had to be free at birth Ryder was more conservative, more black then white, worked his way up into his position Passion for poetry Based in groveland (Cleveland) i do 2! Giving a ball in Molly Dixon's honor planned to ask her to be his wife- help to bring him up in social class "I have no race prejudice he would say but we people of mixed blood are ground between the upper and the nether millstone. Our fate lies between absorption by the white races and extinction in the black. The one doesn't want us yes, may take us in time. The other would welcome us but it would be for us a step backward. Self preservation is the first law of nature" Poem called a dream of fair women- describes the ideal woman- pale tall beautiful (pale=white so higher social class) Woman at the gate Liza Jane- she looked like a bit of the old plantation life, summoned up from the past by the wave of a magician's wand" -she talks in non standard English -looking for her husband Sam Taylor (born free) been looking for him for 25 years Had a slave marriage so he could have married another woman Blind faith in love This above all to thine own self be true Shall I acknowledge her what should he do The story is about him and he choices to honor the marriage

the problem of the Twentieth Century is the problem of the color line.

WEB Dubois

To those of the white race who look to the incoming of those of foreign birth and strange tongue and habits for the prosperity of the South, were I permitted I would repeat what I say to my own race: "Cast down your bucket where you are." Cast it down among the eight millions of Negroes whose habits you know, whose fidelity and love you have tested in days when to have proved treacherous meant the ruin of your firesides. Cast down your bucket among these people who have, without strikes and labour wars, tilled your fields, cleared your forests, builded your railroads and cities, and brought forth treasures from the bowels of the earth, and helped make possible ... the progress of the South. .... As we have proved our loyalty to you in the past, nursing your children, watching by the sickbed of your mothers and fathers, and often following them with tear-dimmed eyes to their graves, so in the future, in our humble way, we shall stand by you with a devotion that no foreigner can approach, ready to lay down our lives, if need be, in defence of yours, interlacing our industrial, commercial, civil, and religious life with yours in a way that shall make the interests of both races one. In all things that are purely social we can be as separate as the fingers, yet one as the hand in all things essential to mutual progress.

booker t washington up from slavery

John is a physician, and perhaps—(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)—perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster.You see he does not believe I am sick!And what can one do?If a physician of high standing, and one's own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency— what is one to do?My brother is also a physician, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.So I take phosphates or phosphites—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to "work" until I am well again.Personally, I disagree with their ideas.Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good.But what is one to do?

charlotte perkins gilman the yellow wallpaper

A sentinel at each end of the bridge stood with his rifle in the position known as "support," that is to say, vertical in front of the left shoulder, the hammer resting on the forearm thrown straight across the chest −− a formal and unnatural position, enforcing an erect carriage of the body.Midway up the slope between the bridge and fort were the spectators −− a single company of infantry in line, at "parade rest," the butts of their rifles on the ground, the barrels inclining slightly backward against the right shoulder, the hands crossed upon the stock. what is the author trying to establish here?

credibility ambroise bierce occurence at owl creek bridge

Daisy's grave was in the little Protestant cemetery, in an angle of the wall of imperial Rome, beneath the cypresses and the thick spring flowers. Winterbourne stood there beside it, with a number of other mourners [....] he stood staring at the raw protuberance among the April daisies.

daisy miller beyond social reality- really real

He remembered the advice of the old-timer on Sulphur Creek, and he smiled. The old-timer had been very serious in laying down the law that no man must travel alone in the Klondike after fifty below. Well, here he was; he had had the accident; he was alone; and he had saved himself. Those old-timers were rather womanish, he thought. All a man had to do was to keep his head, and he was all right. Any man who was a man could travel alone. But it was surprising, the rapidity with which his cheeks and nose were freezing. And he had not thought his fingers could go lifeless in so short a time.

jack london how to build a fire

The city has its cunning wiles no less than the infinitely smaller and more human tempter. There are large forces which allure, with all the soulfulness of expression possible in the most cultured human. The gleam of a thousand lights is often as effective, to all moral intents and purposes, as the persuasive light in a wooing and fascinating eye. Half the undoing of the unsophisticated and natural mind is accomplished by forces wholly superhuman.

jack london how to build a fire

This man did not know cold. Possibly all the generations of his ancestry had been ignorant of cold, of real cold, of cold one hundred and seven degrees below freezing-point. But the dog knew; all its ancestry knew, and it had inherited the knowledge. And it knew that it was not good to walk abroad in such fearful cold. this represents unseen forces

jack london how to build a fire

he man dropped into what seemed to him the most comfortable and satisfying sleep he had ever known. The dog sat facing him and waiting. The brief day drew to a close in a long, slow twilight. There were no signs of a fire to be made, and besides, never in the dog's experience had it known a man to sit like that in the snow and make no fire. As the twilight drew on, its eager longing for the fire mastered it, and with a great lifting and shifting forefeet, it whined softly, then flattened its ears down in anticipation of being chidden by the man. But the man remained silent. Later, the dog whined loudly. And still later it crept close to the man and caught the scent of death. This made the animal bristle and back away. A little longer it delayed, howling under the stars that leaped and danced and shone brightly in the cold sky. Then it turned and trotted up the trail in the direction of the camp it knew, where there were the other food-providers and fire-providers.

jack london how to build a fire