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That was the difference between them: while Ingram was still worked up in a lather of neurotic stirrings, Nisa was sailing through her work with a lighthearted ease that in no way hindered her dexterity. But the witch did not consider it a divisive contrast that ran afoul of their friendship, rather more of a keystone that hoisted up and bridged the long-running span of their relationship.
She felt Nisa's freedom of mind breeze over her as the merchant renewed the conversation, leading with the subject of roads.
In the high-ceilinged caverns of a castle that had known no sound save the mechanical daily grind of the witch's domestic bustle, the stone walls rang with the energy of Nisa's voice, like a fresh draft of air and light disturbing the decrepit stillness. It couldn't have been over half a year since the merchant had last paid her the courtesy of lodging in her castle. So how could she have become so alien to simple conversation during the intervening months? Even the shape of the words in her mouth felt off, as if spoiled from disuse.
Still, the subzero temperatures seemed to have the same ability to preserve her pride as they did the goods in her pantry. In this way, she was afforded a mask of arrogance to hide her social inadequacy, and only at the expense of looking like a fault-finding lunatic near half the time. She hinged her head in a meager nod, succumbing to Nisa's subtle sales pitch. "Indeed. I would. I lost my entire soapbox cleaning those two filth-mongers..." The nagging voice of her social conscience barely won out. At last she paused to breathe and remind herself that she had saved a life and, soap or no, that was all that mattered. "I was afraid I would have to content myself with holding my hands to t...
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...ent when she is hyperventilating."
She set the pot down flat on the counter after she had planted the finishing touches on the pie, finding relief in the soft-grit sound of the hot metal seething against the wood; she wanted that sound to settle into her bones and soothe the jagged shock that had rent through her body.
Turning directly toward Nisa, she advanced on the woman. "Do you know what she told me two days ago?" Her movements were diffuse, circling discursively around the merchant, her voice drifting like a contrail of whispers, "She said that when you are here, it is like falling into a daydream." The mirror woman brushed a few stowaway shell remnants off the sleeve of Nisa's dress; somehow the gesture was both familiar and unsettling in its likeness to Ingram's mannerisms. "But I told her that no, she was wrong. It is more like staying awake all night."
The speaker illustrates her poor state and questions whether or not to shoplift the book to keep the work that has inspired her to unimaginable measures. This feeling is conveyed through the writing “I had no money, no one was looking./ The swan posed on the cover,/ their question-mark necks arced/ over the dark waters./ I was asking them what to do” (lines 40-44). This element of confusion strengthens the tone of passion and reveals how deeply the book has affected her. The moral battle the speaker goes through depicts the strong, positive, inspired feeling they wanted to hold on to; to “own [that] moment” (line38). Ultimately, the speaker replaced the novel which portrays her discovery of who she was and who she was capable of being. The simile: “I held the book closed before me/ as if it were something else,/ a mirror reflecting back/ someone I was becoming” (lines 46-49) convey’s her discovery of herself and the her will power to become a more disciplined individual. It also illustrates the strength she has found from the discovery of this book and the passion it
3.?Against the dark background of the kitchen she stood up tall and angular, one hand drawing a quilted counterpane to her flat breast, while the other held a lamp. The light on a level with her chin, drew out of the darkness her puckered throat and the projecting wrist of the hand that clutched the quilt, and deepened fantastically the hollows and prominences of her high-boned face under its rings of crimping-pins. To Ethan, s...
Previously, the narrator has intimated, “She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves. They had never taken the form of struggles. They belonged to her and were her own.” Her thoughts and emotions engulf her, but she does not “struggle” with them. They “belonged to her and were her own.” She does not have to share them with anyone; conversely, she must share her life and her money with her husband and children and with the many social organizations and functions her role demands.
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
“The Little Heidelberg” is the story of a small dance hall. The customers of The Little Heidelberg are typically older men and women, many of whom are foreigners who cannot speak English. One of these is El Capitán, a retired Finnish sea captain, who has been dancing with niña Eloísa, a lovely Russian woman, weekly for forty years. They have never spoken to each other because of language barriers. One day some Scandinavian tourists come to the Heidelberg. El Capitán hears them speaking his language and asks them to translate to Eloísa for him. In this scene it is the first time that anyone has ever heard him speak. Eloísa learns that El Capitán wants to marry her, and she says yes. The couple begin a celebratory dance, and as they start twirling Eloísa begins to turn “to lace, to froth, to mist” until she is first a shadow and then completely disappears (Allende, 179). In the magic of the scene, she twirls out of existence. Her disappearance seems to reflect the dreamscape nature of the scene.
“Well-Well, it was the holidays, which I mentioned.” She gulped a shallow breath and her eyes met the floor again. “I was home alone-Well, Jordan was here, but she hadn’t paid a glance of attention to me. She was in a rush to find her clubs, cigarettes, and some trousers for when her tournament would begin. And, I suppose all the servants were here as well, they play a bit of a key to the story…” Her breath turned shallow again when she finally looked me in the eyes. “I saw a… darker servant walk by, and he held a note in his hand. He rushed by me like he was running from a bee, and I stopped him. I asked ‘what is
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Niska is rebellious, wild, strong, a character easy to love. She is born as the daughter of a Windigo killer and has seen much before she has grown. When a priest notices a young wild girl still wander Moose Factory, he comes to take Niska, she runs wild and even bites the priest. “I fought like a lynx then...” (Boyden, 92). Niska is resilient and gutsy throughout her time at the Residential School. When her hair is being cut, the nun cuts hers shorter than the other girls for a simple fact of disliking the young free child. Niska sneaks in the night and cuts the rest of her hair off and is thrown into a sort of solitary confinement for weeks and is fed only once a day. Niska states she never regrets her actions and when her mother comes to break her out is it clear that she has learned from a family of brave and courageous people. They take off into the forest and Niska is once again at ease,“Slowly becoming wild like the animals around us” (Boyden,
"Like the face, the whole countryside seemed to flow into her eyes. Fern's eyes said to them that she was easy."
Her work as a wash woman becomes a crucial point of the story. She is not willing to engage in this confrontation until Syke pushes her to snap. She stands up to him in an act of both agency...
But, if we read carefully we find that she is described as a young woman, “with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength,” (236) and that there was “a dull stare in her eyes whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky” (236). We could surmise that she is instead looking to her future, in the midst of her grief, and that this is a completely acceptable, even understandable reaction for a young woman of strength and intelligence, who is realizing for the first time a sense of true
Elizabeth gave a small inaudible sigh as she walked through the white grounds of Longbourn, not even pretending to be listening to the constant ramblings of her companion. Instead, she was paying much more attention to the snow that was crunching beneath her feet and to the refreshing cool breeze that hit her face as she walked. She had hoped that her sister Kitty would make this time spent with Mr Collins more bearable, but it seemed that Kitty had suddenly developed an extremely quick pace and was out of their sight soon after they left the house. Elizabeth deduced that this was probably the doing of her mother, who had been trying to get her alone with Mr Collins for days.
Much of the second stanza parallels the first in concepts, but contrasting in development. While in the first stanza the mirror describes itself as absolute truth, it degrades both the candles and the moon that the woman turns to as liars in the second. This comparison of the mirror to the moon and candles helps contrast how the mirror sees itself versus how the mirror is seen by the world, particularly the woman. The concept of how the mirror is perceived by the woman is carried throughout the second stanza, particularly in the line: “she rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands,” helps convey her negative attitude to how the mirror reflects herself. The poem closes with another metaphorical parallel, connecting back to the first line of second stanza. If the mirror is a lake, than the woman, constantly viewing herself in it, is a fish. This all supports the mirror’s interpretation of itself, absolute, tacit and unaffected by its
The mirror triggers conscious and unconscious memories of her life faithfully. On line thirteen it reads "I see her back, and reflect it faithfully" once again showing that truthful charter of the mirror. Regardless of the fact she hates her reflection the women becomes dependent on the mirror, and on line fifteen you can see that relationship were it says "I am important to her. She comes and goes." The phase "I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions." Shows that a mirror is not capable of showing anything else, then what is put in front of it. The mirror shows no color and has no preference.