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There are days when time moves so quickly that it seems like the day ends before it has begun. There are days when time moves so slowly that a day stretches and expands and there seems to be no end in sight. Jo’s days were long days. Monotonous and repetitive. She longed for change but the only change on the horizon was the sentencing and prison. She didn’t allow herself to think of prison. It would come soon enough.
‘You should sell the house soon,’ Jo said to Mandy. They were sitting on the edge of the back deck, and looking across the bush garden with native flowers and plants, with native herbs, at the old ghost gum.
‘That tree should be cut down, one day one of those branches is going to fall on me when I am in the back yard, and
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It was impossible to see the gum tree and not the Bridge. It was impossible to step out of the front gate and not be aware of its looming presence. It was a grey span across their skyline. It was embedded in local community, over the years becoming a symbol of the west – West Gate motors, West Gate computers, West Gate Pasta Supplies…..
The only place on their small block where you could stand or sit and not see the Bridge – though you could still hear it – was in the left hand corner of the front yard, under the canopy of an old plum tree. The front yard was a mess of trees and bushes that Mandy had let grow as a filter for the dusty dirty oily air. They were there to block the view of the oil tanks across the road, of the trucks and semis, of the Bridge – they were only partly successful but whenever Jo suggested they might cut some of the trees down, replace them with natives, tidy up the front yard Mandy refused, she couldn’t bear to be exposed to the
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The family had filed in and sat on the right side behind the prosecutor. Alex, Rae, Jane, Rae’s sisters and their husbands, Nicki and Thomas, and he and Paolina took up the first two rows. When Jack arrived with his mother, they sat behind them. Jo’s mother Mandy was already in the courtroom. She was sitting on the other side, next to her two other women. An older woman, ‘Jo’s grandmother,’ Paolina had whispered, ‘I know her from church.’ Like Paolina, this woman had rosary beads in her hands, she held them tight allowing each bead to slip through her fingers at regular intervals. A third woman, sat between the other two and occasionally whispered something to Mandy. Antonello wondered if Jo had a father, he had a vague recollection of some story about a divorce and another family
It was a beautiful day for the beautiful game of baseball to be played in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, Chicago: breezy, sunny, but not a scorching hot, sweat-bead kind of day. Merely six miles south of Wrigley Field, we boarded the CTA purple line el train, along with clusters and clusters of Chicago Cubs fans also getting on each and every rail car from who knows where. But, let me tell you, I was in awe; I have never been with so many true fans who knew, not only baseball, but knew the Cubs! “Who’s ready for the Cubs to crush the Astros!”
By marking it in intervals in his novel, he increases the sense of impending doom. And ironically, though the days seem drawn out and monotonous, everything happens, changing their lives almost instantaneously in just a short
“This trial is going to be painful to watch…” Josiah said. I’m Josiah Sane, I moved over here with my grandmother. She always had a weak heart so she didn’t come to the trial, but would ask how it went later on at around supper time. He was from Britain and came over so his grandmother could work we got kicked out and took a boat here took a few quizzes, we made it though we had no money so we moved to Maycomb County.
Nestled deep in the Smoky Mountains, is a small cabin. The family it once sheltered has long been gone. Once filled with life and hope, it now sits empty and bare. It stands as a monument to a time long gone, but soon it to will disappear. Disintegrating on the outside, rotting on the inside, and drowning in the ever thickening forest, it slowly crumbles away.
The Author effectively explores the theme and tone. The poet was able to do this because she used a variety of poetic features including an extended metaphor, enjambment, and apostrophe. The poem features an extended metaphor to portray the theme of the poem. She believes that the gum tree does not belong in a city street, just as how, indigenous Australians do not belong in other locations. Instead, they should be with their families.
You would imagine that the United States’ judicial system would be free of bias when it comes to the trials presented. This is not the case in Reginald Rose’s Twelve Angry Men. Diegesis for Rose’s play consists of twelve men on a jury who have to deliberate whether to convict a sixteen-year-old boy who is suspected of killing his father. The complete opposite of what is desired is portrayed in the play, as it is human nature to pass at least somewhat judgement in order to come to a conclusion, but is gone to an extreme with the biases. Rose utilizes characterization and the archetypal representation of light vs. darkness to convey that prejudice will always exist and affect decisions that humans make within the play of Twelve Angry Men, via the organic unity of character backgrounds and the character’s interactions between one another.
E. Mostly, the days run together, bleeding into each other so that they no longer seem like separate entities and instead feel like continuations of the same long day. Everything seems monotonous and dull, and an ennui or listlessness kicks in. a. ACEDB b. CABDA c. CAEDB d.
Trees are first introduced when Melinda draws it to be her art project for the year. This task is met with some frustration from Melinda over the year. “Hopeless. I crumple it into a ball and take out another sheet. How hard can it be to put a tree on a piece of paper?”
This passage from “A white Heron”, by Sarah Orne Jewett, details a short yet epic journey of a young girl, and it is done in an entertaining way. Jewett immediately familiarizes us with our protagonist, Sylvia, in the first paragraph, and our antagonist: the tree. However, this is a bit more creative, as the tree stands not only as an opponent, but as a surmountable object that can strengthen and inspire Sylvia as she climbs it. This “old pine” is described as massive, to the point where it, “towered above them all and made a landmark for sea and shore miles and miles away.” (Line 8).
In the play Doubt, a Parable written by John Patrick Shanley, it explains how doubt can lead to certainty and how an individual assurance can lead back to doubt. The relationship between Father Flynn and Sister Aloysius is a back and forth conflict between certainty and doubt. While Father Flynn knows for a fact that he has not done anything to Donald Muller, Sister Aloysius does not believe that Father Flynn is innocent, and it is her doubt that makes her act out from her position. Throughout the play, Shanley demonstrates how Father Flynn’s sermon’s relates to the relationship between Sister Aloysius and Father Flynn. Father Flynn’s sermons talk about doubt, intolerance, and gossip have their own message that illustrate the relationship between
More friends and family had come in since the previous day, and my aunt graciously offered to keep the girls at the hotel and take them swimming (score!) so day two was a bit less stressful for me as I wasn't constantly asking, "Where's Molly? Where's Bridget?" and worrying about the rows of breakable merchandise in each store. This time we all drove our own cars into Mexico instead of relying on the border taxis, as it had been a pain in the ass to get everyone into a cab to go home the day before.
Antonia explains, “`There wasn't a tree here when we first came. We planted every one, and used to carry water for them, too—after we'd been working in the fields all day. Anton, he was a city man, and he used to get discouraged. But I couldn't feel so tired that I wouldn't fret about these trees when there was a dry time. They were on my mind like children.
Odysseys departure saddened me deeply, but it was necessary. The great warrior and his men were headed off for troy, a distant land. Everyone in the village was sad that he was heading to war, but none as sad as me. For i am Odysseus mother, and i fear for my child. And the meaning for my sadness?
The judge tells the jurors it is their ‘duty to try and separate the facts from the fancy’. How do the jurors separate the facts from the fancy? Twelve Angry Men is a play written by Reginald Rose regarding the jury of a murder trial. It is concerning the verdict on whether the accused is guilty or not guilty of committing murder.
Emeraldblossom stared in shock, Hawkspots had killed Blackshade, and he was leader! She looked over at Sandblossom, “It’s going to be okay Sandblossom, I’ll get you to Crystalwater.” Sandblossom looked up at her, “No Emeraldblossom, you can’t save me, even if you did find Crystalwater, she wouldn’t be able to heal this. You know that.” Emeraldblossom shook her head.