1. But a sign came down from the world of grown-ups . . . (95) The significance of this quote is that a warning sign was sent to the island (plane, helicopter, or some flying vehicle) but none of the boys were awake so the “grownups” were unaware about their whereabouts.
Paul illustrates his surroundings during his down time, “Over us is the blue sky. On the horizon float the bright yellow, sunlit observation-balloons, and the many little white clouds of the anti- aircraft shells… Around us stretches the flowery meadow. The grasses sway their tall spears; the white butterflies flutter around and float on the soft warm wind pf the late summer… The three boxes stand in the midst of the glowing red poppies.”(9). Rather than the yellow sun, the soldiers look to up to see yellow observation balloons. Paul and the soldiers have learned to take comfort in seeing things like observation balloons and find them somewhat beautiful and calming.
In other terms, Guin is letting us know that the sky is clear as glass, allowing the sunlight to beam directly on Omelas. Guin allows us to paint a picture of exactly what Omelas looks like. By reading this metaphor we can picture a clear blue sky with the sunlight directly gleaming on Omelas with its “white-gold” flame. The use of these metaphors in the introduction of “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”, shifts the readers towards a more positive and Utopian setting. “The crowds along the racecourse are like a field of grass and flowers in the wind.” (Lines 85-86, Guin.)
Simon, an anomaly to the group is not noticeably absent from this war of words. As Simon sits down, Golding describes the atmosphere around Simon where “nothing moved but a pair of gaudy butterflies that danced round each other in the hot air. [Simon holding his] breath [Simon] cocked a critical ear at the sounds of the island. Evening was advancing toward the island; the sounds of the bright fantastic birds, the bee-sounds, even the crying of the gulls that were returning to their roosts among the square rocks, were fainter. The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood.” (Golding 57) Simon sees the island for what it is which is as a truly beautiful and gorgeous island.
There was that one perfect moment when everything is beautiful and tranquil, that was now. The troops from the boats watched this scene with admiration. Some got excited seeing the sight of land and started to work faster, breaking and rowing. I predict that the soldiers will dock around late dawn and quietly rest. Then, will attack in the early afternoon.
Personification is used to capitalize high intensity or powerful moments during or directly following a conflict. A perfect example is after the horrific death of simon and the chilling calm after. “ Toward midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars. Then the breeze died too and there was no noise save the drip and trickle of water that ran out of clefts and spilled down, leaf by leaf, to the brown earth of the island. The air was cool, moist, and clear; and presently even the sound of the water was still.
It climbed gently along the hillside, through patches of flowering bushes, for a bit before starting to get really steep. The people I met coming down said it was very steep all the way up, seeming to want to discourage me, and they were right. It climbs to over 800 feet, and I used the patches of shade and the sections of the trail facing the ocean breeze to stop and cool down. Each time I rounded a curve and faced the ocean, I was hit by the refreshing ocean wind. Just before reaching the top, I stopped for a minute and noticed a half dozen vultures circling just over head.
What they don’t know is that the war is still going on, and they are right beneath it. As stated in “A sign...from the world of grown-ups,” the excerpt from the Lord of the Flies states, “There were other lights in the sky, that moved fast, winked, or went out, though not even a faint popping came down from the battle fought at ten miles’ height.” (Doc. D). This demonstrates that an air battle is taking place above the island, a signal to the oblivious boys of the war they fear. They can’t hear the sounds of the guns, see the lights of explosions, or smell the death from the crashing planes.
My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul. I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.
You might be saying, "Well that was probably just a humongous whirl of wind or something." Except, there was absolutely no wind that day. Ever since then, no one has gone close to that swing. The creepy part is, right as Lucy got flung off the swing, a red hat suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Lucy swore there was no hat when she sat down.
My feet started to descend through the ocean floor, because of the slushy sand at the bottom. The water smelled like a mist of fresh air and seaweed. I spotted three surfers gliding across the tides like penguins, splashing water in my mouth. The water left an undesirable salty taste in mouth, it was horrible. When I exit out of the lagoon, I notice my skin felt precisely smooth as a baby 's bottom.
Presidential Murder November 22 1963, Dallas Texas, it was a like a scene from a movie, outside the skies were such a deep blue that you got lost in wondering how far out it went until a soft wispy cloud would slowly blow past and remind you that somewhere in all the blue nothingness there seemed to be something more to it.It was the middle of fall so it was warm in the everywhere the sun hit and when the wind blew it was a breath of fresh air.God himself couldn’t have created a more perfect day. Everybody in the Dallas area had come out to see President Kennedy give a speech. The streets were filled, so much so that there was no room to breathe. Like they were greeted by their own at a family reunion the citizens of Dallas welcomed them with cheering, handshakes, even a bouquet of long stemmed red roses for his wife. They were
Waves go up, and they crash down. Sometimes those waves are colossal and scary, warning if a storm nearby; sometimes they are nice, and calming, making people on the beach relax while they surf those waves and tan in the sun. This is exactly how the 1920s - the Jazz Age unfolded. The Jazz Age was always at its scary high tides, and low, calming waves. The high tides included The Great Depression featuring Tom Buchanan, and the Dust Bowl.
Sites to See The Bay of Martyrs is most known for its scenic lookouts of the beautiful blue sea. The panoramic views make for great photos and an opportunity to simply take in the exquisite scenery. The lookouts will give you a great view of the white sandy beaches and the reefs. London Bridge is another site to see whilst you are traversing the Great Ocean Road. Who knew that erosion could create such a beautiful site?
The sky and the ocean were so blue it was hard to tell where the sea ended and the heavens began. It was so serene. The waves crashing against the shore were soothing-whispering the secrets of the deep to me-almost as if I had my ear pressed up against a giant seashell. Finish this paragraph. The cool breeze blew off the water, bringing with a strong but not