“He felt that his bones were stiff and his flesh numb with the cold. For a moment he felt feverish. A hot liquid trickled down from the corners of his eyes.”

I found these lines, and the few after, really interesting because Bakha said a few lines earlier that he couldn’t find the sorrow when thinking about his mother’s death but I feel like these lines are describing his sorrow, he is crying.

The Postmaster

“So the traveller, borne on the breast of the swift-flowing river,  consoled himself with philosophical reflections on the numberless meetings and partings going on in the world… But Ratan had no philosophy. She was wandering about the post office in a flood of tears.” (Tagore 169)

It’s interesting to see the different ways in which the postmaster and Ratan are dealing with the separation. The reader knows that he loved being with Ratan, he even had a moment of regret as the ship left and yet he tries to ignore the feelings of sadness whereas Ratan lets the emotions out.

Their Eyes Were Watching God

“Janie pulled back a long time because he did not represent sun-up and pollen and blooming trees, but he spoke for far horizon.”  (Hurst 29)

Janie has an idea of what love is supposed to be like and she compares it to the springtime. In this passage, she holds back on getting closer to Joe because she doesn’t see a possibility of love (even though she’s already married??).


“Seventh street is a bastard of prohibition and the War. A crude boned, soft skinned wedge of… life breathing it’s loader air, Jazz songs and love, thrusting unconscious rhythms, black reddish blood into the white and whitewashed wood of Washington.” (Toomer 53)

The streets in this selection are described with opposing, very different words. The use of “crude boned” and “soft-skinned” clash but they also help to show the different sides of it. The description also almost has a rhythm and describes the presence black culture as blood running through the “white streets”

Maltese Falcon

“Thumbs rolling the paper’s inner edge down and up under the outer edge as forefingers pressed it over, thumbs and fingers sliding to the paper cylinder’s ends… left forefinger and thumb pinching their end while right forefinger and thumb smoothed the damp seam” (Hammett 12)

The way in which the author chooses specific things to describe is odd. He chooses something and describes it almost to the point where the descriptions don’t actually help the reader visualize and ends up confusing them. Another example of this is when Spade’s face is being described as being made up of V’s.

Whose Body

“You’re a demon for coffee, Bunter—I don’t want to know how you do it, because I believe it to be witchcraft, and I don’t want to burn eternally. You can buy your crossed eyed lense.” (Sayers 11)

I found it a bit unexpected that Lord Peter would have a sense of humor like he does. Him being a lord and so upper-class, I was expecting his personality to be more dry and for him to be more serious than he is.

As I Lay Dying

“[It] will rise and brush along the ceiling, slanting backward, until it reaches the down-turning current at the back door: so with voices. As you enter the hall, they sound as though they were speaking out of the air about your head.” (Faulkner 20)

This is an interesting passage because the story relies on the voices of the different protagonists. The reader is given insight into the thoughts of each of the characters; their thoughts and feelings all given to the reader and we use these to build the storyline.

Chapter 4 – Portrait of the Artist

“His eyes shunned every encounter with the eyes of women… [H]e never consciously changed his position in bed, sat in the most uncomfortable positions, suffered every itch and pain” – Joyce pg. 127

Stephen shows amazing restraint and self discipline. He proves how he can resist the temptations just with his willpower.

A haunted house

” And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm.”(Woolf, 9)

It’s interesting that the narrator can just see/sense the ghosts when her focus is on something else, like the book. But as soon as the narrator tries to actually see them they disappear; the narrator is always close but never gets to actually see them.