I was walking on a dark, dreary, long and empty road where no existence of a mortal could be found, except for the trees which stood along the pavements of the road. It was after midnight on 13th December, 1989. I was walking fast to reach my friend’s house near Shelton Market. The reason for visiting my friend so late was the illness of his beloved wife. As a doctor, I accepted his plea to see his wife who had been suffering from tuberculosis for the past six months. They got married a year ago. At the time of his marriage, he was poor but soon afterwards, his fate sparkled as his wife won a lottery ticket. But my poor friend lost his only child, after which his wife’s health started to deteriorate. The boy passed away after the delivery due to lack of oxygen. My friend Rollins and I had been best buddies since the fifth grade. If someone else had called me this late, I would have definitely refused them. But I could never say no to him. I reached Shelton Market at around 12:30 a.m. The place was so quiet that it …show more content…
“There is no one here except you and me.” I stared at the child who looked about eight or nine years old. “Who would I not be able to save?” I asked again. The boy grinned, “You’re making haste to see your friend’s pretty spouse, who is suffering from some serious coughing disease, isn’t she?” I was astounded. “What of her? And who are you?” “The question shouldn’t be ‘who I am’ but what she is to me. That pretty wife of your dearest friend! She owes me, you know,” he said resentfully. I figured that my friend’s wife had borrowed some goods from the shop of this boy and forgot to give him money. “Oh, better come with me. I am going to her home and her husband will pay you.” “Fool.” The boy said in his shrill tone, which was loud enough to wake the crows up in that old oak tree. “It’s not the money; that pretty woman had a wager with me, and she lost it.” He implied as if he had won some great
Sherri had been struggling with morning sickness and thought that she should try taking medicine. She watched her husband that had just gotten back Europe place the medicine all the way on the top cubboard. Regardless of what drug was inside, if I saw someone put something out of reach I think I would be pretty hesitatent to just grab it right away when I did not feel well. Once she realized what she took, Sherri called her doctor and told him what happened. His solution was, “‘If you were my wife, I’d give you the same advice,” the doctor told her.
Fresh air was once thought to be an actual medical cure for tuberculosis patients in sanitariums. The Air We Breathe by Andrea Barrett is an accurate representation of tuberculosis patients' lives in sanitariums during the World War I. Although the book is fictional, all the facts about tuberculosis sanitariums are accurate. The book revolves around several main characters who are in a tuberculosis sanitarium during World War I. The story is told by a nameless narrator who is a patient in the sanitarium. The story focuses on two patients, Leo and Miles, and three staff, Naomi, Eudora and Irene.
The lights on the christmas tree shone different colors across the faces of the children as they roasted marshmallows in the fireplace. Half empty hot chocolates sat beside them. How the Grinch Stole Christmas played over the television set, not quite drowned out by the children's laughter and discussions of what presents they would be getting the next morning. The man, in this moment, couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful his wife was. The way her nose crinkled up, when she laughed with the children, the way she snuggled closer to him while watching the movie.
He was surprised when the Captain asked him quotes and questions about the book, but he was suddenly interrupted when the fire alarm went off. Only this time, it was for Guy’s house. He realized that his own wife had left and betrayed him. “I should have never had trusted her.” he
The first instance the husband is blinded by his anger can be seen by the way he phrases his words. As it says, “She didn’t have any money… She was in love with the guy… She’d seen
I loved the part when they were looking for Ra in a home-for-the-aged-gods called Sunny Acres, which is probably the worst name given for a totally depressing godly institution. It was ironic and funny that they were searching for the sun god in a place meant for forgotten, old and wrinkled deities manned by a hippo goddess. I had to admit, I kind of lost some hope when they found him, and he was a hundred percent senile, acting like a child, probably wearing adult diapers and muttering about sick weasels. But oh well, the book was still a bit far off from the ending so I figured they would survive the crisis, plus Ra isn’t complete yet at that time so I thought maybe he’s not so bad once he regained his old strength and wits.
“Hey, William, why don’t you make your way over to the dinner table, I want to talk to you about something.” I could hear a bitter tone in his voice. “Sure,” I replied, knowing what he was going to tell me. I knew all about the tax already, but hadn’t told him, not wanting to be the one to inform him on the bad news. But now I was sure he knew.
*ATTENTION – GETTER : Imagine you are a small child lying on the dirt road of Calcutta, India. You are severely dehydrated because no one you ask will offer you some of their water. You are weak because you have not eaten for days. You are painfully coughing from your tuberculosis.
Writer, Martha Brooks, in her novel, “Queen of Hearts,” is able to represent the time period through imagery, diction, and relating topics to the time period. Through this she is able to achieve a grim tone to her serious topic of Marie-Claire going through the experience of Tuberculosis. She begins with describing the somber atmosphere of the sanatorium (page 39) through her diction and examples of the senses. She describes the infirmary as in the “basement” and “inside a dimly lit conference room.” The reader is able to get a sense of what the place looks like, therefore making the reader feel like they are there with the character.
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“‘And I’ve been invited because Luciana is my friend. So there.’ ‘Ah yes, your friend,’ her mother grumbled.” “‘That one’s not your friend. You know what you are to them?
The author accepts the blame that men may not help equally with the family based on past events, evoking logical reasoning and inspiring empathy towards the wife. Dorment reveals that his wife earns more money than
He unintentionally came across them, so he quietly put them back in their original spot. But, instead of retaliating against her in public and embarrassing her, he decided to buy prostitutes whenever he went out of town. This vengeful mindset expresses how their lack of communication has led him to be cruel towards her and patronize other
The husband is shown as having an undeniably unconditional and almost desperate love for his wife. This character is portrayed as a pathetic, meager man who was not only cheated on; but, belittled and marginalized by his wife. Although it “....drives me (him) crazy,” (Butler), to see men on a constant basis in his home with his wife; he is not able to do anything. Desperation for his wife’s attention is first present when we see him try to desperately to communicate to her in the pet shop where she picks him out. This theme is also present when we see him squawk and
This lead to the reader having the suspense of what was going to happen. Mr.White and Mrs.White later found out that his son had been killed. The visitor said that their son had been “Badly hurt”. ( page 112 line 245) Mr.White and Mrs.White were devastated. The Visitor that told them that their son got caught in machinery gave them two hundred pounds for her “son’s services” and the visitor said that they wish to present them with a certain sum as compensation, which was the two hundred pounds that was exactly what they wished for.