The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A Frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn’t thaw it one degree at Christmas.” (Dickens #3) When Dickens describes Scrooge 's childhood, he uses personification to put emphasis on how 'merry ' the sound of the young boys is by saying 'the crisp air laughed to hear it! ' The sound of the boys playing and shouting is so delightful that even the 'air ' is laughing. The effect of this personification is to show how everything is affected by the good nature of the children.
Gold hill is my place, it’s a symbol of everything I have overcome in my life and lets me overlook it. From the time my most recent pair of unworn shoes, usually laying in the depths of the closet, hits the dirt I feel like everything disappears. Everything in the real world is pushed away like leaves in the wind. Its just me and my mind alone for the couple hours of peace and thought up to come. Making my way up the trail I’m surrounded by a countless number of tree’s towering over me like doctors while
While stuck in a snow storm, sitting in a dug out hole, he thought, “Beyond shame, I cradled my head in my arms and embarked on an orgy of self-pity.” (Pg. 136) This really showed his inner feelings and tells of a deeper meaning, revealing how prideful he really
Sickness hangs heavy in the air with the stench of death. Soldiers walk by me in tattered clothes, some missing shoes and toes. As I lay on the ground of my hut, trying to sleep, that another poor soldier had to build, I shiver and huddle in a ball to try to keep my body heat toward me in an attempt to keep me somewhat warm. The Continental Army made their winter camp in a town called Valley Forge, located eighteen miles out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. During the winters of 1777 and 1778, there was freezing weather and a couple thousand of sick soldiers and dead soldiers (Busch, 147).
During the winter, which is the time of the trial, Amity Harbor can become covered in sheets of snow. The snow storm that lasts the whole trial represents how Kabuo Miyamoto has no control over what is to happen to him. Amity Harbor’s courthouse has tall windows and a basement, which is the holding center for Miyamoto. When the narration reflects back to the past of Kabuo and Hatsue, the internment camp helps Hatsue find her
Black, still, cold, mute, dead, isolated. Those are some of the first adjectives that Clark employs to explain to us the prairie that has been a victim of war. The prairie was once full of life, but now was desolate because of the war. Shallow, brittle, frozen are used to illustrate that the frost had just begun, and that the blistering cold now ruled the land for the season ahead. Tangled, quiet, and empty is then describing the once piece of fence that remained standing throughout the war, and the caves within the walls of the ditch that were once filled with the soldiers during the war.
Visual Evidence: Schweiger Case The bone chilling cold of a January night in Leipsic Delaware, standing under a dark bridge waiting for the text that will guarantee a warm bed for the night. Finally a text comes through urging the need to hurry. Leaving the safety of the bridge heading to the home where the warm bed is waiting, open the door to find the woman who had been sending the texts, the love of one’s life knife in hand on top of her father’s lifeless body. This is the scene that Jerry Schweiger says he walked in on that fateful night that would change his life forever. After being arrested along with his girlfriend on the charges of the murder of Tony Mozick Sr, Jerry Schweiger initially told the police that he was the one who committed
In the Story “Popular Mechanics”, Carver demonstrates the devastating collapse of a household. The setting presented foreshadows the entirety of the story, “Early that day the weather turned and the snow was melting into dirty water. Streaks of it ran down from the little shoulder-high window that faced the backyard. Cars slushed by on the street outside, where it was getting dark. But it was getting dark on the inside too”.
The Change There I was, flopped on my bed, yet alerted the truck would come roaring down the street at any time. As I scanned through my window, patiently remaining in a tight pause. Then in the distance a tremendous noise, growing steadily becoming fiercer. Until I was able to see these glaring lights getting brighter and clearer, as they sliced through the cold morning. While I am still looking out my window, feeling defeated, that someone I had shared so many cherishable memories with is now leaving.
In the second stanza, the coldness of the room is reinforced by “cold splintering, breaking” (6); by saying that the cold is splintering and breaking, the speaker is making the image audible for us. Finally, towards the end of the stanza, “chronic angers” (9) gives us an idea that there is tension in the house or at least that there is unhappiness. This phrase together with the fact that nobody ever thanked him shows
It’s the winter of 1777 and 1778, George Washington and the Continental Army have set up their winter camp at Valley Forge. It’s freezing, we have little meat, and food is terrible. Men have to sleep on the cold hard ground of their huts, that are full of smoke from the fire. Some no longer have shoes, almost blinded from the smoke, and nasty clothes all because of the freezing winter air (Waldo, 151). Everyday, men are leaving, dying, and getting sick.
The Silent Something – Chapter One Winter sucks for unfortunate four eyed people like me. Ugly emotions disappearing over the glorious summer only to return the second Melbourne was hit with a cold breeze. Dread, frustration, hatred, embarrassment. My dread of dashing to and from the lockers to avoid getting my glasses wet. The frustration as I wipe away the raindrops that managed to make it to my glasses despite using my umbrella, blazer and maths textbook to shield me from the self-centred rain.
As I sat there on the floor shivering with fright, I realized there was nothing I could do but wait. I could feel the house shaking, quivering, trying to withstand the treacherous winds. I could hear the roof tiles peeling off and torpedoing through the air. The rain and howling seemed as if it would never end. Hours later, when the wind and torrential downpour calmed, my family and I made our way outside to see the damage.