The train clattered along the track, its shrill bursts of steam and grinding gears matching the snaps and misfires of her internal wiring. Though they’d done their best to assess and repair the damage, the asylum simply wasn’t equipped to deal with the intricate mechanisms of an e unit. Especially one with battlefield experience. Anne fussed with the leather clasps on her handbag, grateful for its weight on her lap as it fixed her in place. In this world, because she was nearly lost in memory. If she’d been capable of speech when she’d arrived at the asylum’s imposing double doors, she would have saved them the trouble. A bit of time and her programming would mend what human hands could not. Once her restoration program was complete, she’d …show more content…
Either she’d find a way to manage her newfound state, or she’d go mad and compromise her efforts to seek refuge in the neutral zone. “You mustn’t tell anyone what you are, not a single soul,” the asylum matron had warned. “But what am I?” she’d asked, memories a whirling fog of anguish, bloodshed, and the shrill cries of the dying. “A weapon. A secret.” The matron’s gaze softened. “And a spirited young thing who deserves a second chance.” She spun Anne to face the long mirror embedded in the wardrobe door. “This red hair of yours will draw enough unwanted attention, best to keep it restrained.” Parting Anne’s thick locks down the middle, her fingers set to work creating two simple plaits. When she finished, the matron eyed Anne’s reflection. “You’ll pass for twelve. Eleven if you’re lucky. Never set that hair free, my dear, or the jig’s up.” She loosened the braids at the nape of Anne’s neck. “Be sure to always hide the mark.” Anne gently traced the brand at the base of her hairline. A lowercase, italic e made of an intricate crosshatching of black lines - her model and serial number. The pattern unique to Anne, each e unit could be tracked and located with a single scan by one of the Magistrate’s …show more content…
“No thank you, sir,” Anne said, twisting out of his reach and hopping from the train. “There’s knack to holding it, if you don’t mind.” She glanced over the near empty platform. “It appears I’m to wait for my ride.” The thought wasn’t oppressive. Avonlea was a variable paradise. Gone were the wastelands of the outer provinces, replaced by lush grasses, strong and tall green trees, and a bright blue sky as far as the eye could see. Bees hummed and birds chirped amongst the treetops. Instead of recycled oxygen, here the air smelled of sunshine and warm apple pie. “Train’s early,” the stationmaster said. “Do you wish to go inside to the lady’s waiting room?” Hope lodged firmly in Anne’s heart. “I do believe I’ll wait outside. Right there on that bench.” She grinned. “So much more scope for the imagination, don’t you agree?” “I suppose…” the man muttered, but his doubt was lost on Anne, who’d already plunked down on the bench and was staring up into the heavens with unrestrained joy. She had done it. She’d left pain and terror behind and stepped into the light. Nothing would take this new world from her. No thing. And no one. A tremulous smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Avonlea had a new protector. Lord save them
...ke a person experience a 180 change. It seems as if Mary Anne Bell’s a person who’s lost her cute personality after she was just too involved with the war that was going on. It has been said that a war can truly change a person so much that they can lose all their old characteristics or better yet their appearance. This quote was used to show how Mary Anne was starting to act grim and unusual. Also, this quote showed how different she speaks to her boyfriend and the ways she even finds her joy everything was and is different. This was unusal as Mary Anne because she obviously she loves her boyfriend a lot, but the unusual things is that not only is it that her personality changes but her appearances started to change also. Mary Anne’s appearance was just different and weird because it seemed as if she was just able to adjust her living styles to a common soldiers. “
Anne’s escaped the Nazis and anti-Semitism and went into hiding in the Annex. During her time in the Annex Anne grew in maturity. Very suddenly she was forced to undergo the change from a fairly free
...away with the negatives. Anne said, “We’re not the only people that’ve had to suffer. There’ve always been people that’ve have to…sometimes one race…sometimes another…and yet…” (Goodrich and Hackett 117). The reader is amused with the way that Anne keeps her composure and a positive outlook throughout one of the most horrendous times in this world’s history. Anne contained the endurance and willpower to kept striving to freedom. Anne Frank withheld a special characteristic that no one could take away from her, and that is why Anne Frank is who she is now. Anne set a standard to young women to show that they can be courageous and strong like her, and to have a bright spirit even when you are at your lowest. Anne set the example to show that whether you are a girl or boy, old or young, you can be brave, and you can push through tough times with a little help of hope.
The story opens by embracing the reader with a relaxed setting, giving the anticipation for an optimistic story. “…with the fresh warmth of a full summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green (p.445).”
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. ( This description of the scenery is very happy, usually not how one sees the world after hearing devastating news of her husbands death.)
In The Author to her Book, the author’s tone changes multiple times throughout the story making it quite clear where she stands and how she wants the reader to feel about each sentence she writes. By analyzing the words and images Anne Bradstreet uses and depicts, it clear she is frustrated and annoyed about what is happening based on what the speaker says in the poem.
On Anne’s 13th birthday she got a few presents along with a diary that she got to pick out in the local bookstore. She wrote every day to her imaginary girlfriend that she named “Kitty,” about her experiences she had gone through. Anne wrote,
Anne was not a very good student. She did not like school at all. She could not focus on her studies and her disobedience towards her teachers made them talk to her parents to seek for a counselor. But, her parents did not take the teacher’s advice. Anne’s parents sent her to a boarding school called Rogers Hall in Lowell, Massachusetts. At that time, she started writing poetry and acting. Her beauty charmed many men towards her. At the age o...
She helped the woman regain her footing and heard herself automatically uttering words of encouragement. The passengers in the carriage – mutual strangers, ordinary people going home after a day’s work – now chattered away as if they had known each other for years, as if they believed they could work out this problem together, face a common danger which they could only vaguely apprehend. . . . they huddled close and pressed against each other,. . . Koula wondered at this strange crowd in which she now found herself so intimately absorbed. It was as if she saw her own image multiplied a thousandfold – an image of humanity enlisting all its resources in an effort to bear up and behave rationally. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
In Margaret Atwood’s poem, A Bus Along ST.Clair: December, written in Susanna Moodie’s perspective, presents an idea of nature against civilization; in addition, Susanna Moodie’s pioneering settlement. The title suggests that aboard a bus, a transportation for modern society which carries nemorous people to a new destination, along ST. Clair. In addition, bus on the ST.Clair street runs from east to west which associates with Susanna Moodie’s immigrant experience that she move to Canada from Scotland through a ship. Now, she is carried by bus on ST. Clair street from east to west. This poem is the last poem in The Journal of Susanna Moodie written by Margaret Atwood; it serves a backward looking on her past and interpretation to civilization of city. ATwood utilizes some common motifs which also appeared in other poems in this journal to show Susanna Moodie’s different feeling and changing of the inside of her mind. Furthermore, this poem uses figurative language such as imagery and simile to paint the picture of character’s mind to reader.
When Louise Mallard first hears that her husband was killed in a railroad accident, "she wept at once," and "went away to her room alone" (12). As she mourns, looking out of her window on the second floor of her home, a sudden change of heart begins to come over her. She notices "the delicious breath of rain," " a peddler . . . crying his wares," "notes of a distant song," "countless sparrows . . . twittering," and "patches of blue sky," "all aquiver with the new spring life" (13). As she stares at the sky, she begins to think about her newfound independence from her husband, uttering the words "free, free, free!" (13). What makes her develop such a sudden change in attitude? Could it be that she sees rebirth in the world through her wind...
Mrs. Mallard’s repressed married life is a secret that she keeps to herself. She is not open and honest with her sister Josephine who has shown nothing but concern. This is clearly evident in the great care that her sister and husband’s friend Richard show to break the news of her husband’s tragic death as gently as they can. They think that she is so much in love with him that hearing the news of his death would aggravate her poor heart condition and lead to death. Little do they know that she did not love him dearly at all and in fact took the news in a very positive way, opening her arms to welcome a new life without her husband. This can be seen in the fact that when she storms into her room and her focus shifts drastically from that of her husband’s death to nature that is symbolic of new life and possibilities awaiting her. Her senses came to life; they come alive to the beauty in the nature. Her eyes could reach the vastness of the sky; she could smell the delicious breath of rain in the air; and ears became attentive to a song f...
When Anne Arrived the first time to Green Gables she renamed most of the places that attracted her and sometimes she could not find the perfect words to describe some of them. This imaginary authority of renaming what is beautiful, can be read as an unconscious act which reflects a deep rejection and a challenge to the dominant thoughts that the daily language enhances.
... feel of walking through the park on a crisp winter day—by exaggerating them and bringing them to the forefront. They had gotten lost in the routine of everyday life. Joyce’s novel is meant to do the same thing; it brings beauty and the reaction to it to the forefront through Stephen, giving the reader a frame through which he or she can recognize the forgotten beauty of his or her own surrounding world.
After reading this book, we were forced to look at life in a different way. The luxuries that are provided for us that we take for granted, like money, cars, a house, food, and even rights, were all put into perspective. ?We couldn?t use street cars, go to the theater, couldn?t be out past 8 PM, couldn?t even sit in our own gardens. We had to turn in our bicycles; no swimming pools, beaches, or libraries- we couldn?t even walk on the sunny side of the street.? This is a quote from Anne?s diary. This just touches upon some of the many simple luxuries that were robbed from her and her family. Today, most of us would blow a casket if we were so ?inconvenienced? as to not be able to drive a car, stay out past midnight even, or not to be able to enjoy sunlight. At one time or another, especially during the summer, each and every one of us makes a...