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INSTITUT SUPERIEUR DES SCIENCES HUMAINES DE TUNIS
DEPARTEMENT D‟ANGLAIS
Fiction Tutorial
Level: First Year
Academic Year 2013/2014
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HIGHER INSTITUTE OF HUMAN AND SOCIAL SCIENCES
DEPARTMENT OF ENGLISH
Literature Course
Fiction Tutorial (Fall 2013)
Course Description
Objectives
This course targets first-year students. It aims to introduce students to the
fundamentals of literary writing (theoretical framework) as well as to the different techniques
involved in the application of literary concepts in the analysis of literary texts.
Requirements
The course will be conducted through tutorials. Students are required to attend these
tutorials regularly and to perform the assigned tasks. Class participation (asking/ answering
questions) is encouraged. Extra-work is appreciated.
Students sit for two exams throughout the semester. A test is given by mid-November,
representing 30% of the final mark, while a full-term exam is given in January (representing
70% of the final mark). These examinations allow teachers to gauge the students‟ progress
and their assimilation of key concepts introduced in the course, as well as their ability to put
this theoretical background into practice.
Course Outline
Week 1: General Introduction. What is Literature?
Fiction and fact: the fictional/ the real.
Literature as art: imaginative, creative writing.
Week 2: Literary Genres and Subgenres.
Division into three main genres: poetry, drama, and fiction.
Generic properties and conventions of each genre.
Literary subgenres.
Weeks 3 and 4: Setting.
Geographical, historical, and social setting.
Setting, atmosphere and imagery.
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The interaction between character and setting.
Week 5: Characters.
Types of characters: flat/round or static/dynamic.
Week 6: Characterisation. Characterisation techniques: telling/showing.
Weeks 7 and 8: Plot and Story.
Weeks 9/10: The Language of Fiction.
Week 11: Theme and Diction.
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Setting
Text 1:
Eula was growing up to be a strong healthy woman who wanted something else. She had
become tired of Oklahoma and „home‟ when she was about fourteen. During the same time,
she became tired of the farming business: harvesting fields, milking cows for milk she
couldn‟t drink, feeding chickens she had to steal to get a bite of, and sweeping yards
endlessly. Eula married a labourer from the oil fields. She moved into a shotgun shack in a
near town with her new husband until something better came along. Something better could
be almost anything and everything. And Eula wanted something better.
Eula‟s husband was a hardworking man for his wife. By 1912 Eula had given birth to several
children and both husband and wife were tired, waiting for some job to pan out. Money was,
as usual, almost nonexistent. But life continued on somehow, as it usually does. Eula thought
everybody in the world was poor except the owners of the oil wells. There were no schools
her children could attend. Those few schools Negro people managed somehow to make
arrangements for were too far away. Eula was getting too old for those hard, scrambling
times and began to feel it. But she was still young enough to dream, so she set her sight on
Chicago. “Someday,” she would dream as she washed her family‟s clothes at the creek
looking beyond the trees, through space. She cooked her family‟s meals, looking over the
crackling woodstove through a hole in the wall at the far horizon. “Something got to come
my way someday. I know it‟s some money in Chicago.”
Around 1912 a Woodrow Wilson was marked in to become president of the United States. In
1913 Woodrow signed into law that ominous amendment to the Constitution, the federal
income tax laws- even though the US Supreme Court made constant rulings against it, saying
it was unconstitutional. He also signed into law the Federal Reserve System, among other
things, taxes that went hard against the people.
Nineteen thirteen was not a good year for the world because, among other things, there was
no cure for the Spanish flu, which took so many people from the face of the Earth. Eula lost
two children. Eula and her husband wanted desperately to leave Oklahoma, but there was no
way. They both did every kind of job they could just to put a little food in their family ‟s
mouths. Working for food only. No money available for them. They were stuck in place.
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Woodrow Wilson also approved the Underwood Tariff, which reduced duties on foreign
importations and, since they competed with American industry, it created greater problems
for the common working people. Many tens of thousands of American workers were put out
of jobs. Does not that seem strange for an American president to do? […] Because then, a
depression came, bringing with it, of course, huge, widespread despair. With no production
for American working people, starvation, and much misery became nationwide. It will be
done again and again by Earth‟s leaders the people put into office, or those who take
leadership away from the people. It will be done to all peoples, all colours, all over the world.
The love of money is the root of all evil. Believe me.
Eula‟s husband worked for a white landowner who gave him an automobile that did not run
and had no gas even if it could run. The husband worked on it a couple of months, finding
parts, even stealing parts from cars that were discarded because it took money to run a car,
and the previous owners had none. Finally the husband stole some gas. He told Eula: “If we
can get somewhere else, maybe East, maybe I could find some work.” Eula‟s thought was
“Chicago.” They started planning their trip to somewhere, maybe Chicago.
J. California Cooper, Some People, Some Other Place(2004)
Questions:
1. Pick out references to time and place in this text. What kind of setting do these
references create?
2. How does this text inform the reader about its socio-historical context?
3. What particular atmosphere is evoked by the setting?
Commentary:
The setting of this text is Oklahoma in the years 1912 and 1913. The general time and space
in which the events take place help invoke a particular historical context in the reader‟s mind,
namely that of the aftermath of slavery in the rural south of the United States. The reference
to farming and oilfields not only reveals the characters‟ main activities, but also underlines
the agrarian and almost primitive character of this society. Moreover, the specific setting, i.e.
the shotgun shack which is the residence of the characters, Eula and her husband, equally
evinces the latter‟s poverty and limited resources. Such miserable living conditions endured
by the characters also reveal a lot about this traditional society. In fact, Oklahoma in the1910s offered little hope and almost no opportunities for its inhabitants, whose extreme
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the palms and the forest sliding over his skin. He undid the snake-clasp of his belt, lugged off
his shorts and pants, and stood there naked, looking at the dazzling beach and the water.
He was old enough, twelve years and a few months, to have lost the prominent tummy of
childhood and not yet old enough for adolescence to have made him awkward. You could see
now that he might make a boxer, as far as width and heaviness of shoulders went, but there
was a mildness about his mouth and eyes that proclaimed no devil. He patted the palm trunk
softly, and, forced at last to believe in the reality of the island laughed delightedly again and
stood on his head. He turned neatly on to his feet, jumped down to the beach, knelt and swept
a double armful of sand into a pile against his chest. Then he sat back and looked at the water
with bright, excited eyes.
William Golding, Lord of the F li es (1954)
Questions:
1. Identify the setting of this text.
2. What particular atmosphere does this setting create?
3. How does the setting affect the character’s mood?
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Characterisation
Text 1:
When Anna was nine years old, Brangwen sent her to the dames‟ school in Cossethay. There
she went, flipping and dancing in her inconsequential fashion, doing very much as she liked,
disconcerting old Miss Coates by her indifference to respectability and by her lack of
reverence. Anna only laughed at Miss Coates, liked her, and patronised her in superb,
childish fashion. The girl was at once shy and wild. She had a curious contempt for ordinary
people, a benevolent superiority. She was very shy, and tortured with misery when people did
not like her. On the other hand, she cared very little for anybody save her mother, whom she
still rather resentfully worshipped, and her father, whom she loved and patronised, but upon
whom she depended. These two, her mother and father, held her still in fee.
But she was free of other people, towards whom, on the whole, she took the benevolent
attitude. She deeply hated ugliness or intrusion or arrogance, however. As a child, she was as
proud and shadowy as a tiger, and as aloof. She could confer favours, but, save from her
mother and father, she could receive none. She hated people who came too near to her. Like a
wild thing, she wanted her distance. She mistrusted intimacy. […] She had plenty of
acquaintances, but no friends. Very few people whom she met were significant to her. They
seemed part of a herd, undistinguished. She did not take people very seriously.
She had two brothers, Tom, dark-haired, small, volatile, whom she was intimately related to
but whom she never mingled with, and Fred, fair and responsive, whom she adored but did
not consider as a real, separate thing. She was too much the centre of her own universe, too
little aware of anything outside. The first person she met, who affected her as a real, living
person, whom she regarded as having definite existence, was Baron Skrebensky, her mother‟s
friend. He also was a Polish exile. […] He went to the north of England expecting homage
from the common people, for he was an aristocrat. He was roughly, even cruelly received.
But he never understood it. He remained a fiery aristocrat. […] Anna was very much
impressed by him. He was a smallish man with a rugged, rather crumpled face and blue eyes
set very deep and glowing. His wife was a tall thin woman, of noble Polish family, mad with
pride. He still spoke broken English, for he had kept very close to his wife, both of them
forlorn in this strange, inhospitable country, and they always spoke in Polish together.
Anna loved to watch him. […] The Baron talked endlessly in Polish to Mrs. Brangwen; he
made furious gestures with his hands, his blue eyes were full of fire. And to Anna, there was
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a significance about his sharp, flinging movements. Something in her responded to his
extravagance and his exuberant manner. She thought him a very wonderful person. She was
shy of him, she liked him to talk to her. […] He at any rate represented to the child the real
world, where kings and lords and princes moved and fulfilled their shining lives, whilst
queens and ladies and princesses upheld the noble order. She had recognised the Baron
Skrebensky as a real person, he had had some regard for her. But when she did not see him
anymore, he faded and became a memory. But as a memory he was always alive to her.
Anna became a tall, awkward girl. Her eyes were still very dark and quick, but they had
grown careless, they had lost their watchful, hostile look. Her fierce, spun hair turned brown,
it grew heavier and was tied back. She was sent to a young ladies‟ school in Nottingham. And
at this period she was absorbed in becoming a young lady. She was intelligent enough, butnot interested in learning. At first, she thought all the girls at school very ladylike and
wonderful, and she wanted to be like them. She came to a speedy disillusion: they galled and
maddened her, they were petty and mean. After the loose, generous atmosphere of her home,
where little things did not count, she was always uneasy in the world, that would snap and
bite at every trifle. A quick change came over her. She mistrusted herself, she mistrusted the
outer world. She did not want to go on, she did not want to go out into it, she wanted to go no
further.
D.H Lawrence, The Rainbow (1915)
Questions:
1. How is the character of Anna Brangwen presented to the reader? What
particular traits does she manifest?
2. What type of character does Anna represent? Illustrate.
Commentary:
In this text, the author rather provides a moral portrait of the character Anna Brangwen.
Anna‟s most significant psychological traits are pride and overconfidence. In the first
paragraph, Anna is revealed as a spoiled, immature and irresponsible nine year old girl, but
she is also an impolite and disrespectful pupil who mocks her teacher and patronises her “ in
superb, childish fashion.” Such condescension affects not only Anna‟s teacher, but also
“ordinary people” towards whom Anna manifests a “benevolent superiority.” Moreover, it
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marks her relationship with her parents, whom she envies the innate love and affection she
feel towards them.
The second paragraph highlights contradictions in Anna‟s character. While she shows
kindness and generosity towards people, she resents their intrusion in her problems, a detail
that not only reveals the extent to which she cherishes her privacy but also underlines her
selfishness and confirms her superciliousness: “She could confer favours, but, save from her
mother and father, she could receive none.” It is such an eccentric and misanthropic attitude
that ultimately condemns Anna to a lonely and secluded life where human presence has
become insignificant and irrelevant.
Anna‟s self -centeredness is further underscored in the third and fourth paragraph, where
Martha‟s peculiar relationship with her brothers also appears unsettling. Rather absorbed by
“her own universe” and “too little aware of anything outside” Anna also retains a certain
distance from her brothers, whose presence does not mean much to her. Significantly, Anna
falls under the spell of her mother‟s friend Baron Skrebensky, a character whose excessive
pride, arrogance, and aristocratic belonging reinforce her affinity with him. Voicing her
desires and ambitions, and exhibiting her own character in a more mature and developed
sense, the Baron represents for her “the real world, where kings and lords and princes moved
and fulfilled their shining lives.” Ironically, Anna‟s infatuation with this man unveils her
naiveté, as well as her class-consciousness and her obsession with appearances.
The fifth and last paragraph, however, highlights important developments in Anna‟s life
which affect her personality and psychology. Anna is thus revealed as a dynamic character
since her initial pride and arrogance are supplanted by a rather subdued, indifferent, and
inoffensive mood. Her childish behaviour gives way to a ladylike posture, whereas her
naiveté turns into a deep disenchantment with the people around her, and a bitter realisation
of their terrible nature. Finally, Anna‟s over confidence is transformed into self -distrust,
diffidence and insecurity, features that mark not only her personality, but also her dealings
with the outside world.
Text 2:
Edna had attempted all summer to learn to swim. She had received instructions from both the
men and women; in some instances from the children. Robert had pursued a system of
lessons almost daily; and he was nearly at the point of discouragement in realizing the futility
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of his efforts. A certain ungovernable dread hung about her when in the water, unless there
was a hand nearby that might reach out and reassure her.
But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who of a sudden
realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence. She
could have shouted for joy. She did shout for joy, as with a sweeping stroke or two she lifted
her body to the surface of the water.
A feeling of exultation overtook her, as if some power of significant import had been given
her to control the working of her body and her soul. She grew daring and reckless,
overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.
Her unlooked-for achievement was the subject of wonder, applause, and admiration. Each
one congratulated himself that special teachings had accomplished this desired end.
“How easy it is!” she thought. “It is nothing,” she said aloud “why did I not discover before
that it was nothing. Think of time I have lost splashing about like a baby!” She would not join
the groups in their sports and bouts, but intoxicated with newly conquered power, she swam
out alone.
She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast
expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy.
As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.
Once Edna turned and looked toward the shore, toward the people she had left there. She had
not gone any great distance-- that is, what would have been great distance for an
inexperienced swimmer. But to her unaccustomed vision the stretch of water behind her
assumed the aspect of a barrier which her unaided strength would never be able to overcome.
A quick vision of death smote her soul, and for a second of time appalled and enfeebled her
senses. But by an effort she rallied her staggering faculties and managed to regain the land.
She made no mention of her encounter with death and her flash of terror, except to say to her
husband, “I thought I should have perished out there alone.”
„You were not so very far, my dear, I was watching you,‟ he told her. […]
Edna went at once to the bath-house and she had put on her dry clothes and was ready to
return before the others had left the water. She started to walk away alone. They all called to
her and shouted to her. She waved a dissenting hand, and went on, paying no further heed to
their renewed cries which sought to detain her.[…] she had not traversed a quarter of the
distance on her way home before she was overtaken by Robert.
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„Did you think I was afraid?‟ She asked him, without a shade of annoyance.
“No, I knew you weren‟t afraid. […] I never thought of it.”
„Thought of what?‟
„Of anything. What difference does it make?‟
„I‟m very tired,‟ she uttered, complainingly.
„I know you are.‟
„You don‟t know anything about it. Why should you know? I never was so exhausted in my
life. But it isn‟t unpleasant. A thousand emotions have swept through me to-night. I don‟t
comprehend half of them. Don‟t mind what I‟m saying; I am just thinking aloud.‟
Kate Chopin, The Awakening (1899)
Questions:
1. How is Edna revealed in this passage?
2. How important is the showing technique to understanding her character trait(s)?
Text 3:
„Christmas won‟t be Christmas without any presents,‟ grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
„It‟s so dreadful to be poor!‟ sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.
„I don‟t think it‟s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at
all,‟ added little Amy, with an injured sniff.
„We‟ve got Father and Mother, and each other,‟ said Beth contentedly from her corner.
The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but
darkened again as Jo said sadly, „We haven‟t got Father, and shall not have him for a long
time.‟ She didn‟t say „perhaps never,‟ but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away,
where the fighting was.
Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone, „You know the reason Mother
proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter
for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are
suffering so in the army. We can‟t do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought
to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don‟t.‟ And Meg shook her head, as she thought regretfully
of all the pretty things she wanted.
„But I don‟t think the little we should spend would do any good. We‟ve each got a dollar, and
the army wouldn‟t be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from
Mother or you, but I do want to buy Undine and Sintram for myself. I‟ve wanted it so
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long,‟ said Jo, who was a bookworm.
„I planned to spend mine in new music,‟ said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but
the hearth brush and kettle holder.
„I shall get a nice box of Faber‟s drawing pencils. I really need them,‟ said Amy decidedly.
„Mother didn‟t say anything about our money, and she won‟t wish us to give up everything.
Let‟s each buy what we want, and have a little fun. I‟m sure we work hard enough to earn it,‟
cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.
„I know I do— teaching those tiresome children nearly all day, when I‟m longing to enjoy
myself at home,‟ began Meg, in the complaining tone again.
„You don‟t have half such a hard time as I do,‟ said Jo. „How would you like to be shut up for
hours with a nervous, fussy old lady, who keeps you trotting, is never satisfied, and worries
you till you you‟re ready to fly out the window or cry?‟
„It‟s naughty to fret, but I do think washing dishes and keeping things tidy is the worst work
in the world. It makes me cross, and my hands get so stiff...‟ And Beth looked at her rough
hands with a sigh that anyone could hear that time.
„I don‟t believe any of you suffer as I do,‟ cried Amy, „for you don‟t have to go to school
with impertinent girls, who laugh at your dresses, and insult you when your nose isn‟t nice.‟
„Don‟t you wish we had the money Papa lost when we were little, Jo? Dear me! How happy
and good we‟d be, if we had no worries!‟ said Meg, who could remember better times.
„You said the other day you thought we were a deal happier than the King children, for they
were fighting and fretting all the time, in spite of their money.‟
„So I did, Beth. Well, I think we are. For though we do have to work, we make fun of
ourselves, and are a pretty jolly set, as Jo would say.‟
„Jo does use such slang words!‟ observed Amy, with a reproving look at the long figure
stretched on the rug.
Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle.
„Don‟t, Jo. It‟s so boyish!‟
„That‟s why I do it.‟
„I detest rude, unladylike girls!‟
[…] „Birds in their little nests agree,‟ sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a funny face that
both sharp voices softened to a laugh...
„Really, girls, you are both to be blamed,‟ said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder -sisterly
fashion. „You are old enough to leave off boyish tricks, and to behave better, Josephine. It
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didn‟t matter so much when you were a little girl, but now you are so tall, and turn up your
hair, you should remember that you are a young lady.‟
„I‟m not! And if turning up my hair makes me one, I‟ll wear it in two tails till I‟m twenty,‟
cried Jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down a chestnut mane. „I hate to think I‟ve got to
grow up, and be Miss March! It‟s bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boy‟s games
and work and manners! I can‟t get over my disappointment in not being a boy. And it‟s worse
than ever now, for I‟m dying to go and fight with Papa. And I can only stay home and knit,
like a poky old woman!‟
Louisa May Alcott, L ittl e Women (1868)
Questions:
1. How are the different characters of this text presented to the reader?
2. What particular technique(s) is/are used to characterise them? Illustrate.
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Plot
Text 1:
When she was home from her boarding-school I used to see her almost every day sometimes,
because their house was right opposite the Town Hall Annexe. She and her younger sister
used to go in and out a lot, often with young men, which of course I didn‟t like. When I had a
free moment from the files and ledgers I stood by the window and used to look down over the
road over the frosting and sometimes I‟d see her. In the evening I marked it in my
observations diary, at first with X, and then when I knew her name with M. I saw her several
times outside too. I stood right behind her once in a queue at the public library down
Crossfield Street. She didn‟t look once at me, but I watched the back of her head and her hair
in a long pigtail. […] Sometimes she wore it up. Only once, before she came to be my guest
here, did I have the privilege to see her with it loose, and it took my breath away it was so
beautiful, like a mermaid.
[…] The year she was still at school I didn‟t know who she was, only how her father was
Doctor Grey and some talk I overheard once at a Bug Section meeting about how her mother
drank. […] Well, then there was the bit in the local paper about the scholarship sh e‟d won
and how clever she was, and her name as beautiful as herself, Miranda. So I knew she was up
in London studying art. It really made a difference, that newspaper article. It seemed like we
became more intimate, although of course we still did not know each other in the ordinary
way.
I can‟t say what it was, the very first time I saw her, I knew she was the only one. Of course I
am not mad, I knew it was just a dream and it always would have been if it hadn‟t been for
the money. I used to have daydreams about her, I used to think of stories where I met her, did
things she admired, married her and all that. Nothing nasty, that was never until what I‟ll
explain later.
The only times I didn‟t have nice dreams about her being when I saw her with a certain
young man, a loud noisy public-school type who had a sports car. I stood beside him once in
Barclays waiting to pay in and I heard him say, I‟ll have it in fivers; the joke being it was
only a cheque for ten pounds. They all behave like that. Well, I saw her climb in his car
sometimes, or them out together in the town in it, and those days I was very short with the
others in the office, and I didn‟t use to mark the X in my entomological observations diary
(all this was before she went to London, she dropped him then). Those were days I let myself
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have the bad dreams. She cried or usually knelt. Once I let myself dream I hit her across the
face as I saw it done once by a chap in a telly play. Perhaps that was when it all started.
John Fowles, The Collector (1963)
Questions:
1. Read the text carefully and pick out any references to the past? What do they
reveal about the characters?
2. Pick out references to the future and study their effect on the reader.
Text 2:
I now work in a delicatessen shop and go to London University at night to study English
literature. London is a monstrous city full of people moving in and out, side by side on the
same pavement, like automatons. Baba works in wild Soho […]. She's learning to be a
receptionist in a big hotel. We share a small bed-sitting-room, and my aunt sends a parcel of
butter every other week. Even though I keep telling her that butter is not rationed here; that
we are in 1960 and not in 1942, she still sends it with a note from the Bible: "His children
shall seek to please the poor, and his hands shall restore their goods. Amen!" It's all she can
do to prove her love.
Baba and I are two pieces of land, separated by an ocean, I hate being like her. She's too
wildly unromantic. I met her at a pub on a day I wish I could erase for ever from my mind. I
had just arrived from Dublin, and was in such a state that, every today, the slightest thought
of it makes me feel very uncomfortable. Shame and bitterness, impose themselves as
unwelcome company. - I was reading Blake, and tears were showering my face, when, like a
May-day sunshine whispering warmth to my shivering body, I heard this voice, lively and
caressing. I lifted my eyes. Baba‟s eyes were shut asleep, but her lips were awake:
My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languish‟d air,
By love are driv‟n away.
His face is fair as Heav'n.
When springing buds unfold
Why to him wasn‟t giv'n,
Whose heart is wintry cold?
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It is hot summer, and customers are scarce. I miss the fields and the soft breeze. I‟m there,
young and inexperienced, walking with him along that brown mountain stream, hopping and
singing, unaware of the passing time. I sometimes steal a glance at him. He is tall and
majestic. […]
He wrote to me after I came here --a very nice letter, saying what a nice girl I was, and what a
pity that he hadn't been younger, at least in mind, or I hadn't been older. If I saw him again, I
would run to kiss him, but even if I don‟t see him, I have a picture of him in my mind,
walking through the woods, saying, in answer to my fear of him leaving me. That life is a
stream, the experience of knowing love and of being destined, one day to remember it, is the
common lot of most people.
'I believe in facts,' he said, 'I'm very practical, indeed. We all leave one another. We die. we
change --it's mostly change-- we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, and if
you do leave me, if we do leave each other, we will have passed on something of ourselves;
we will be different because of knowing each other; it's inescapable, and that's mere fact....'
He had conquered me, and I was left speechless.
It's quite true. Even Baba notices that I‟m changing, and she says if I stop learning these
useless theories at night; all that literature and poetry, I'll be a better person: I'll be
fashionable. What Baba doesn't know is that I'm finding my feet, that I'm not so alone. Or so
very far away from the world she tries to draw me into, too soon.
Life is a stream. We all leave one another. We die. We change. Too early? Too late? Does it
matter, anyway?
Edna O’brien, A Gi rl with Green Eyes(1962)
Questions:
1. What do the narrator’s references to the past reveal about her character?
2. Are there any references to the future? What do they reveal about the attitude of
her lover?
Text 3:
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you‟ll probably want to know is where I was
born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all
before they had me […] but I don‟t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In
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the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two
haemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them. They‟re quite touchy
about anything like that, especially my father. […] Besides, I‟m not going to tell you my
whole autobiography or anything. I‟ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to
me around last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take
it easy. I mean that‟s all I told D.B. about, and he‟s my brother and all. He‟s in Hollywood.
That isn‟t too far from this place, and he comes over and visits me practically every weekend.
He‟s going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Jaguar. One
of those little English jobs that can do around two hundred miles an hour. It cost him near
four thousand bucks. He‟s got a lot of dough, now. He didn‟t use to. He used to be just a
regular writer, when he was home. He wrote this terrific book of short stories, The Secret
Goldfish, in case you never heard of him […].
Where I want to start telling is the day I left Pencey Prep. Pencey Prep is this school that‟s in
Agerstown, Pennsylvania. You probably heard of it. You‟ve probably seen the ads, anyway.
They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hotshot guy on a horse
jumping over a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was play polo all the time. I never
even once saw a horse anywhere near the place. And underneath the guy on the horse's
picture, it always says: “Since 1888 we have been moulding boys into splendid, clear-
thinking young men.” […] And I didn‟t know anybody there that was splendid and clear-
thinking and all. Maybe two guys. If that many. And they probably came to Pencey that way.
Anyway, it was the Saturday of the football game with Saxon Hall. The game with Saxon
Hall was supposed to be a very big deal around Pencey. It was the last game of the year, and
you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn ‟t win. I remember
around three o‟clock that afternoon I was standing way the hell up on top of Thomsen Hill
[…]. You could see the whole field from there, and you could see the two teams bashing each
other all over the place. […] You could hear them all yelling, deep and terrific on the Pencey
side, because practically the whole school except me was there […].
The reason […] I wasn‟t down at the game was because I was on my way to say good-bye to
old Spencer, my history teacher. He had the grippe, and I figured I probably wouldn‟t see him
again till Christmas vacation started. He wrote me this note saying he wanted to see me
bef ore I went home. He knew I wasn‟t coming back to Pencey. I forgot to tell you about that.
They kicked me out. I wasn‟t supposed to come back after Christmas vacation on account of Iwas flunking four subjects and not applying myself and all. They gave me frequent warning
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to start applying myself--especially around midterms, when my parents came up for a
conference with old Thurmer-- but I didn‟t do it. So I got the axe. They give guys the axe
quite frequently at Pencey. It has a very good academic rating, Pencey. It really does.
Anyway, it was December and all, and it was cold […] especially on top of that stupid hill. I
only had on my reversible and no gloves or anything. The week before that, somebody ‟d
stolen my camel‟s-hair coat right out of my room, with my fur-lined gloves right in the
pocket and all. Pencey was full of crooks. […] The more expensive a school is, the more
crooks it has —I‟m not kidding. […] What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to
feel some kind of a good-bye. I mean I‟ve left schools and places I didn‟t even know I was
leaving them. I hate that. I don‟t care if it‟s a sad goodbye or a bad goodbye, but when I leave
a place I like to know I‟m leaving it. If you don‟t, you feel even worse.
J.D Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)
Questions:
1. What is the main event dramatised in this text?
2. Read the text carefully and pick out all references to the past. What do they
reveal about the character of the narrator?
3. In the first paragraph, the narrator makes several references to the future. What
do these references reveal about his relationship with his family?
4. Comment on time changes in this text. What effect do they have on the reader?
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engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of
melancholy madness.
It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more
like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the
same hours, with the same sound upon the same payments, to do the same work, and to
whom every day was the same as yesterday and tomorrow, and every year the counterpart of
the last and the next.
These attributes of Coketown were in the main inseparable from the work by which it was
sustained; against them were to be set off, comforts of life, which found their way all over the
world, and elegances of life which made, we will not ask how much of the fine lady, who
could scarcely bear to hear the place mentioned. The rest of its features were voluntary, and
they were these.
Charles Dickens, Hard Times (1854)
Questions:
1. Comment on the author’s use of imagery.
2. Identify a figure of speech used to describe Coketown.
3.
What kind of atmosphere does the author’s use of imagery and figurativelanguage invoke?
Text 3:
The traveller who at the present day is content to travel in the good old style, neither rushed
along by a locomotive, nor dragged by a stage-coach; who is willing to enjoy hospitalities at
far-scattered farmhouses […]; who is not to be frightened by any amount of loneliness, or to
be deterred by the roughest roads or the highest hills; such a traveller in the eastern part of
Berkshire, Massachusetts, will find ample food for poetic reflection in the singular scenery of
a country, which, owing to the ruggedness of the soil and its lying out of the track of all
public conveyances, remains almost unknown to the general tourist.
Travelling northward from the township of Otis, the road leads for twenty or thirty miles
towards […] Massachusetts. For nearly the whole of the distance, you have the continual
sensation of being upon some terrace in the moon. […] In fine clear June days, the bloom of
the mountains is beyond expression delightful. Last visiting these heights ere she vanishes,
Spring, like the sunset, flings her sweetest charms upon them. Each tuft of upland grass is
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musked like a bouquet with perfume […]. On one side the eye follows for the space of an
eagle‟s flight, the serpentine mountain chains, southwards from the great purple dome of St.
Peter‟s of these hills--northwards to the twin summits of the cathedral of Berkshire [...]. At
this season the beauty of everything around you populates the loneliness of your way. You
would not have the country more settled if you could. Content to drink in such loveliness at
all your senses, the heart desires no company but Nature.
With what rapture you behold, hovering over some vast hollow of the hills, or slowly drifting
at an immense height […] some lordly eagle, who in unshared exaltation looks down equally
upon plain and mountain. Or you behold a hawk sallying from some crag, like a baron from
his pinnacled castle, and darting down towards the river for his prey. Or perhaps, lazily
gliding about in the zenith, this fowl is suddenly beset by a crow, who with stubborn audacity pecks at him, and, spite of all his bravery, finally persecutes him back to his stronghold [...].
The yellow-bird flits like a winged jonquil here and there; like knots of violets the blue-birds
sport in clusters upon the grass; while hurrying from the pasture to the grove, the red robin
seems an incendiary putting torch to the trees. Meanwhile the air is vocal with their hymns,
and your own soul joys in the general joy […].
Such, at this day, is the country which gave birth to our hero: prophetically styled by his
parents, since, for more than forty years, poor Potter wandered in the wild wilderness of theworld‟s extremest hardships and ills. How little he thought, when, as a boy, hunting after his
father ‟s stray cattle among these New England hills he himself like a beast should be hunted
through half of Old England, as a runaway rebel. Or, how could he ever have dreamed, when
involved in the autumnal vapours of these mountains, that worse bewilderments awaited him
three thousand miles across the sea, wandering forlorn in the coal-foes of London. But so it
was destined to be. This little boy of the hills […] was to linger out the best part of his life a
prisoner or a pauper upon the grimy banks of the Thames.
Herman Melville, I srael Potter: H is F if ty Years of Exi le (1855)
Questions:
1. Comment on the author’s use of imagery.
2. Identify a figure of speech used by the author and comment on its effect on the
reader.
3. How is character of Israel Potter presented to the reader?
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4. Identify references to time that help classify Israel Potter as a round character.
What do these references represent in terms of plot?
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Theme
It was early evening of a day in the late fall and the Winesburg County Fair 1 had brought
crowds of country people into town. The day had been clear and the night came on warm and
pleasant. The road left town stretched away between berry fields now covered with dry
brown leaves, the dust from passing wagons arose in clouds. Children, curled into little balls,
slept on the straw scattered on wagon beds. Their hair was full of dust and their fingers black
and sticky. The dust rolled away over the fields and the departing sun set it ablaze with
colours. In the main street of Winesburg crowds filled the stores and the sidewalks. Night
came on, horses whinnied, the clerks in the stores ran madly about [...].
Pushing his way through the crowds in Main Street, young George Willard concealed himself
in the stairway leading to Doctor Reefy‟s office and looked at the people. With feverish eyes
he watched the faces drifting past under the store lights. Thoughts kept coming into his head
and he did not want to think […]. All that day, amid the jam of people at the Fair, he had
gone about feeling lonely. He was about to leave Winesburg to go away to some city where
he hoped to get work on a city newspaper and he felt grown up. The mood that had taken
possession of him was a thing known to men and unknown to boys. He felt old and a little
tired. Memories awoke in him. To his mind his new sense of maturity set him apart, made of
him a half-tragic figure. He wanted someone to understand the feeling that had taken possession of him after his mother‟s death.
There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of
life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking
through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the
world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him [...]. Ghosts of old things creep into his
consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of
life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. As if a door is
open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in
procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of
nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness.
With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of
his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in
uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun. He
1 Fair: a social meeting held at a specified time and place for the buying and selling of goods; a market.
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Round-up Session
“The Story of an Hour”
Kate Chopin (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to
her as gently as possible the news of her husband‟s death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half
concealing. Her husband‟s friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in
the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently
Mallard‟s name leading the list of „killed‟. He had only taken the time to assure himself of its
truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in
bearing the sad message.She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to
accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister‟s
arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would
have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank,
pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her
soul.
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 someone was singing reached her
faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and
piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except
when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep
continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain
strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder
on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a
suspension of intelligent thought.
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There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She
did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky,
reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the colour that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that
was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as
powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a
little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the
breath: “free, free, free!” The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went
from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood
warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and
exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would
weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never
looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter
moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she
opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself.
There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and
women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind
intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that
brief moment of illumination.
And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could
love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she
suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
“Free! Body and soul free!” she kept whispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, imploring for
admission. “Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are
you doing, Louise? For heaven‟s sake open the door.”
“Go away. I am not making myself ill.” No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through
that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and
all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It
was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.
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She arose at length and opened the door to her sister ‟s importunities. There was a feverish
triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She
clasped her sister ‟s waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for
them at the bottom.
Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a
little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from
the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at
Josephine‟s piercing cry; at Richards‟ quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.
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HIGHER INSTITUTE OF HUMAN AND SOCIAL SCIENCES
DEPARTMENT OF ENGLISH
Literature Course
Fiction Tutorial (Fall 2013)
Course Description
Objectives
This course targets first-year students. It aims to introduce students to the
fundamentals of literary writing (theoretical framework) as well as to the different techniques
involved in the application of literary concepts in the analysis of literary texts.
Requirements
The course will be conducted through seminars. Students are required to attend these
seminars regularly and to perform the assigned tasks. Class participation (asking/ answering
questions) is encouraged. Extra-work is appreciated.
Students sit for two exams throughout the semester. A test is given by mid-November,
representing 30% of the final mark, while a full-term exam is given in January (representing
70% of the final mark). These examinations allow teachers to gauge the students‟ progress
and their assimilation of key concepts introduced in the course, as well as their ability to put
this theoretical background into practice.
Course Outline
Weeks 1 and 2: Mediation
Points of view and narrative techniques: types of narrators.
Weeks 3 and 4: Symbolism
Symbolism in literature: most common symbols.
Symbol vs. allegory.
Weeks 5 and 6: Style and Rhetoric
Style vs. rhetoric
Major stylistic devices: allegory, allusion, ambiguity, wit, humour, satire, parody,irony, understatement, overstatement, etc.
Weeks 7 and 8: Tone
Tone and diction in literature.
Further Reading:
Abrams, M.H. A Glossary of Literary Terms. Orlando: Holt, Reinhart and Winston, 1988.
Print.
Johnston, Ian. “Dramatic Structure: Comedy and Tragedy: English Studies in Shakespeare .”
2000 Vancouver Island University. 17 December 2011. Lecture.
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Lethbridge, Stefanie and Jarmila Mildorf. “Basics of English Studies: An Introductory
Course for Students of Literary Studies in English.” Universities of Tübingen,
Stuttgart and Freiburg. 17 December 2011. Lecture.
Shipley, Joseph Twadell. Dictionary of World Literature: Criticism, Forms, Technique. Philosophical Library, 1953. Print.
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Mediation
Text 1: Extract from James Joyce’s Dubliners (1914):
Why had he married the eyes in the photograph?
He caught himself up at the question and glanced nervously round the room. He found
something mean in the pretty furniture which he had bought for his house on the hire system.
Annie had chosen it herself and it reminded him of her. It too was prim and pretty. A dull
resentment against his life awoke within him. Could he not escape from his little house? Was
it too late for him to try to live bravely like Gallaher? Could he go to London? There was the
furniture still to be paid for. If he could only write a book and get it published, that might
open the way for him.
A volume of Byron's poems lay before him on the table. He paused. He felt the rhythm ofthe verse about him in the room. How melancholy it was! Could he, too, write like that,
express the melancholy of his soul in verse? There were so many things he wanted to
describe: his sensation of a few hours before on Grattan Bridge, for example. If he could get
back again into that mood....
Text 2: Extract from Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s Herland (1915):
This is written from memory, unfortunately. If I could have brought with me the
material I so carefully prepared, this would be a very different story. Whole books full ofnotes, carefully copied records, firsthand descriptions, and the pictures —that‟s the worst loss.
We had some bird's eyes of the cities and parks; a lot of lovely views of streets, of buildings,
outside and in, and some of those gorgeous gardens, and, most important of all, of the women
themselves.
Nobody will ever believe how they looked. Descriptions aren‟t any good when it
comes to women, and I never was good at descriptions anyhow. But it‟s got to be done
somehow; the rest of the world needs to k now about that country. I haven‟t said where it was
for fear some self-appointed missionaries, or traders, or land-greedy expansionists, will take
it upon themselves to push in. They will not be wanted, I can tell them that, and will fare
worse than we did if they do find it.
It began this way. There were three of us, classmates and friends — Terry O.
Nicholson, Jeff Margrave, and I, Vandyck Jennings. We had known each other years and
years, and in spite of our differences we had a good deal in common. All of us were
interested in science. Terry was rich enough to do as he pleased. His great aim was
exploration […] He had a lot of talents — great on mechanics and electricity. Had all kinds of
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boats and motorcars, and was one of the best of our airmen […]. Jeff Margrave was born to
be a poet, a botanist — or both — but his folks persuaded him to be a doctor instead. He was a
good one, for his age, but his real interest was in what he loved to call “the wonders of
science.” As for me, sociology‟s my major. You have to back that up with a lot of other
sciences, of course. I‟m interested in them all.
Text 3: Extract from Virginia Woolf’s The Voyage Out (1915)
As the streets that lead from the Strand to the Embankment are very narrow, it is
better not to walk down them arm-in-arm. If you persist, lawyers‟ clerks will have to make
flying leaps into the mud; young lady typists will have to fidget behind you. In the streets of
London where beauty goes unregarded, eccentricity must pay the penalty, and it is better not
to be very tall, to wear a long blue cloak, or to beat the air with your left hand.
One afternoon in the beginning of October when the traffic was becoming brisk a tall
man strode along the edge of the pavement with a lady on his arm. Angry glances struck upon
their backs. The small, agitated figures--for in comparison with this couple most people
looked small--decorated with fountain pens, and burdened with despatch-boxes, had
appointments to keep, and drew a weekly salary, so that there was some reason for the
unfriendly stare which was bestowed upon Mr. Ambrose‟s height and upon Mrs. Ambrose‟s
cloak. But some enchantment had put both man and woman beyond the reach of malice and
unpopularity. In his guess one might guess from the moving lips that it was thought; and in
hers from the eyes fixed stonily straight in front of her at a level above the eyes of most that it
was sorrow. It was only by scorning all she met that she kept herself from tears, and the
friction of people brushing past her was evidently painful. After watching the traffic on the
Embankment for a minute or two with a stoical gaze she twitched her husband‟s sleeve, and
they crossed between the swift discharge of motor cars.
Identify the types of narrators in the three texts and comment on the different
narrative techniques used by the authors.
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Symbolism
The Tell-Tale Heart
TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will
you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled
them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the
earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how
healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it
haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old
man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I
think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue
eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees —
very gradually — I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the
eye for ever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should
have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded — with what caution — with
what foresight — with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man
than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the
latch of his door and opened it — oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening
sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out,
and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in!
I moved it slowly — very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man‟s sleep. It took
me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay
upon his bed. Ha! — would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head
was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously — oh, so cautiously — I undid it just so
much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights —
every night just at midnight — but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to
do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning,
when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling
him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he
would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve,
I looked in upon him while he slept.
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And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the
sense? - now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes
when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's
heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern
motionless. I tried to maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart
increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's
terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! - do you mark me
well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid
the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable
terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder,
louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me - the sound would
be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the
lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once - once only. In an instant I dragged him to
the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done.
But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex
me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I
removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. […]. His eyewould trouble me no more.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise
precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily,
but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the
legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between
the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye - not
even his - could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out - no stain of
any kind - no blood-spot whatever.
I smiled, - for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said,
was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my
visitors all over the house. I bade them search - search well. I led them, at length, to his
chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my
confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues,
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while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very
spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease.
They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt
myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my
ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: - It continued and
became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and
gained definiteness - until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
No doubt I now grew very pale; - but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened
voice. Yet the sound increased - and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound - much
such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath - and yet the
officers heard it not. I talked more quickly - more vehemently; but the noise steadily
increased. […] Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides,
as if excited to fury by the observations of the men - but the noise steadily increased. Oh
God! what could I do? I foamed - I raved - I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been
sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It
grew louder - louder - louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it
possible they heard not? Almighty God! - no, no! They heard! - they suspected! - they knew!
- they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was
better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those
hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! And now - again! - hark!
louder! louder! louder! louder!
“Villains!” I shrieked, “[…] I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! here, here! - It is the
beating of his hideous heart!”
Edgar Allan Poe, “The Tell-Tale Heart” (1843)
Identify a dominant symbol used by the author and comment on its relevance to the
whole story.
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Style
Text 1:
The excellent Mr. Morris was an Englishman, and he lived in the days of Queen
Victoria the Good. He was a prosperous and very sensible man; he read The Times and went
to church, and as he grew towards middle age an expression of quiet contented contempt for
all who were not as himself settled on his face. He was one of those people who do
everything that is right and proper and sensible with inevitable regularity. Everything that it
was right and proper for a man in his position to possess, he possessed; and everything that it
was not right and proper for a man in his position to possess, he did not possess. And among
other right and proper possessions, this Mr. Morris had a wife and children. They were the
right sort of wife, and the right sort and number of children, of course; nothing imaginative
[…] about any of them, so far as Mr. Morris could see; they wore perfectly correct clothing,
neither smart nor faddy2 in any way, but just sensible; and they lived in a nice sensible house
in the later Victorian sham3 Queen Anne style of architecture, with sham half-timbering of
chocolate-painted plaster in the gables, a terrace of terra cotta to imitate stone, and cathedral
glass in the front door. His boys went to good solid schools, and were put to respectable
professions; his girls, in spite of a fantastic protest or so, were all married to suitable, steady,
oldish young men with good prospects. And when it was a fit and proper thing for him to do
so, Mr. Morris died.
He underwent various changes according to the accepted custom in these cases, and
long before this story begins his bones even had become dust, and were scattered to the four
quarters of heaven. And his sons and his grandsons and his great-grandsons and his great-
great-grandsons, they too were dust and ashes, and were scattered likewise. It was a thing he
could not have imagined, that a day would come when even his great-great-grandsons would
be scattered to the four winds of heaven. If anyone had suggested it to him he would have
resented it. He was one of those worthy people who take no interest in the future of mankind
at all. He had grave doubts, indeed, if there was any future for mankind after he was dead.
It seemed quite impossible and quite uninteresting to imagine anything happening
after he was dead. Yet the thing was so, and when even his great-great-grandson was dead
and decayed and forgotten, […] and all that Mr. Morris had found real and important was
2 Fashionable.
3 A false copy or imitation: a fraud.
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either too fast or not at all. The smaller of its hands occasionally slipped round on the pivot,
and thus, though the minutes were told with precision, nobody could be quite certain of the
hour they belonged to. The stopping peculiarity of his watch Oak remedied by thumps and
shakes, and he escaped any evil consequences from the other two defects by constant
comparisons with and observations of the sun and stars, and by pressing his face close to the
glass of his neighbours‟ windows, till he could discern the hour marked by the green -faced
timekeepers within. It may be mentioned that Oak‟s pocket being difficult of access, by
reason of its somewhat high situation in the waistband of his trousers (which also lay at a
remote height under his waistcoat), the watch was as a necessity pulled out by throwing the
body to one side, compressing the mouth and face to a mere mass of ruddy flesh on account
of the exertion, and drawing up the watch by its chain, like a bucket from a well.
But some thoughtful persons, who had seen him walking across one of his fields on a
certain December morning might have regarded Gabriel Oak in other aspects than these. In
his face one might notice that youth had tarried on to manhood: there even remained in his
remoter crannies some traces of boyhood. His height and breadth would have been sufficient
to make his presence imposing, had they been exhibited with due consideration. But there is a
way some men have, rural and urban alike, for which the mind is more responsible than the
body: it is a quiet modesty which seemed continually to impress upon him that he had no
great claim on the world‟s room. Oak walked unassumingly and with a faintly perceptible
bend, yet distinct from a bowing of the shoulders. This may be said to be a defect in an
individual if he depends for his valuation more upon his appearance than upon his capacity to
wear well, which Oak did not.
He had just reached the time of life at which “young” is ceasing to be the prefix of “man”
in speaking of one. He was at the brightest period of masculine growth, for his intellect and
his emotions were clearly separated: he had passed the time during which the influence of
youth indiscriminately mingles them in the character of impulse, and he had not yet arrived at
the stage wherein they become united again by the influence of a wife and family.
Thomas Hardy, Far fr om the Madding Crowd (1874) (Abridged)
1. Comment on the use of irony in this passage. Justify your answer with clear
examples.
2. Identify and analyse the tone of this text.
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Tone and Diction
Text 1: Extract from Lawrence Sterne’s Tr istram Shandy (1760).
CHAP. V.
On the fifth day of November, 1718, which to the era fixed on, was as near nine
calendar months as any husband could in reason have expected, was I, Tristram Shandy,
Gentleman, brought forth into this scurvy and disastrous world of ours. I wish I had been
born in the Moon, or in any of the planets, (except Jupiter or Saturn, because I never could
bear cold weather) for it could not well have fared worse with me in any of them than it has
in this vile, dirty planet of ours, —which o‟ my conscience, with reverence be it spoken, I take
to be made up of the shreds and clippings of the rest; not but the planet is well enough,
provided a man could be born in it to a great title or to a great estate; or could any how
contrive to be called up to public charges, and employments of dignity or power; — but that is
not my case; - and therefore every man will speak of the fair as his own market has gone in
it; — for which cause I affirm it over again to be one of the vilest worlds that ever was made;
for I can truly say, that from the first hour I drew my breath in it, to this, that I can now scarce
draw it at all, for an asthma I got in skating against the wind; I have been the continual sport
of what the world calls Fortune; and though I will not wrong her by saying, She has ever
made me feel the weight of any great or signal evil; yet with all the good temper in the world,
I affirm it of her, That in every stage of my life, and at every turn and corner where she could
get fairly at me, the ungracious Duchess has pelted me with a set of as pitiful misadventures
and cross accidents as ever small HERO sustained.
CHAP. VI.
In the beginning of the last chapter, I inform‟d you exactly when I was born; — but I
did not inform you, how. No; that particular was reserved entirely for a chapter by itself; — besides, Sir, as you and I are in a manner perfect strangers to each other, it would not have
been proper to have let you into too many circumstances relating to myself all at once. You
must have a little patience. I have undertaken, you see, to write not only my life, but my
opinions also; hoping and expecting that your knowledge of my character, and of what kind
of a mortal I am, by the one, would give you a better relish for the other. As you proceed
further with me, the slight acquaintance which is now beginning betwixt us, will grow into
familiarity; and that, unless one of us is in fault, will terminate in friendship. [...]
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Therefore, my dear friend and companion don‟t [...] fly off, but rather courteously
give me credit for a little more wisdom than appears upon my outside; — and as we jog on,
either laugh with me, or at me, or in short, do anything, only keep your temper.
Questions
1. Identify the tone of this text.
2. What particular diction is used to convey it?
Text 2: Extract from George Eliot’s Sil as Marner (1861)
In the days when the spinning-wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses […], there
might be seen in districts far away among the lanes, or deep in the bosom of the hills, certain
pallid undersized men, who, by the side of the brawny country-folk, looked like the remnantsof a disinherited race. The shepherd‟s dog barked fiercely when one of these alien-looking
men appeared on the upland, dark against the early winter sunset; for what dog likes a figure
bent under a heavy bag?--and these pale men rarely stirred abroad without that mysterious
burden. The shepherd himself, though he had good reason to believe that the bag held nothing
but flaxen thread, or else the long rolls of strong linen spun from that thread, was not quite
sure that this trade of weaving, indispensable though it was, could be carried on entirely
without the help of the Evil One. In that far-off time superstition clung easily round every
person or thing that was at all unwonted, or even intermittent and occasional merely, like the
visits of the pedlar or the knife-grinder. No one knew where wandering men had their homes
or their origin; and how was a man to be explained unless you at least knew somebody who
knew his father and mother? To the peasants of old times, the world outside their own direct
experience was a region of vagueness and mystery: to their untravelled thought a state of
wandering was a conception as dim as the winter life of the swallows that came back with the
spring; and even a settler, if he came from distant parts, hardly ever ceased to be viewed with
a remnant of distrust, which would have prevented any surprise if a long course of
inoffensive conduct on his part had ended in the commission of a crime; especially if he had
any reputation for knowledge, or showed any skill in handicraft. All cleverness, whether in
the rapid use of that difficult instrument the tongue, or in some other art unfamiliar to
villagers, was in itself suspicious: honest folk, born and bred in a visible manner, were mostly
not overwise or clever--at least, not beyond such a matter as knowing the signs of the
weather; and the process by which rapidity and dexterity of any kind were acquired was so
wholly hidden, that they partook of the nature of conjuring. In this way it came to pass that
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those scattered linen-weavers--emigrants from the town into the country--were to the last
regarded as aliens by their rustic neighbours, and usually contracted the eccentric habits
which belong to a state of loneliness.
In the early years of this century, such a linen-weaver, named Silas Marner, worked at
his vocation in a stone cottage that stood among the nutty hedgerows near the village of
Raveloe, and not far from the edge of a deserted stone-pit. The questionable sound of Silas‟s
loom, so unlike the natural cheerful trotting of the winnowing-machine, or the simpler
rhythm of the flail, had a half-fearful fascination for the Raveloe boys, who would often leave
off their nutting or birds‟ nesting to peep in at the window of the stone cottage,
counterbalancing a certain awe at the mysterious action of the loom, by a pleasant sense of
scornful superiority, drawn from the mockery of its alternating noises, along with the bent,tread-mill attitude of the weaver. But sometimes it happened that Marner, pausing to adjust
an irregularity in his thread, became aware of the small scoundrels, and, though chary of his
time, he liked their intrusion so ill that he would descend from his loom, and, opening the
door, would fix on them a gaze that was always enough to make them take to their legs in
terror. For how was it possible to believe that those large brown protuberant eyes in Silas
Marner ‟s pale face really saw nothing very distinctly that was not close to them, and not
rather that their dreadful stare could dart cramp […] at any boy who happened to be in the
rear? They had, perhaps, heard their fathers and mothers hint that Silas Marner could cure
folks‟ rheumatism if he had a mind, and add, still more darkly, that if you could only speak
the devil fair enough, he might save you the cost of the doctor. Such strange lingering echoes
of the old demon-worship might perhaps even now be caught by the diligent listener among
the grey-haired peasantry; for the rude mind with difficulty associates the ideas of power and
benignity. A shadowy conception of power that by much persuasion can be induced to refrain
from inflicting harm, is the shape most easily taken by the sense of the Invisible in the minds
of men […] to whom a life of hard toil has never been illuminated by any enthusiastic
religious faith.
Questions
1. Comment on the tone of this text.
2. What particular diction is used to evoke it?
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Complication
An intensification of the conflict in a story or play. Complication builds up, accumulates, and
develops the primary or central conflict in a literary work. Frank O'Connor's story "Guests of
the Nation" provides a striking example, as does Ralph Ellison's "Battle Royal."
Conflict
A struggle between opposing forces in a story or play, usually resolved by the end of the
work. The conflict may occur within a character as well as between characters. Lady
Gregory's one-act play The Rising of the Moon exemplifies both types of conflict as the
Policeman wrestles with his conscience in an inner conflict and confronts an antagonist in the
person of the ballad singer.
Connotation
The associations called up by a word that goes beyond its dictionary meaning. Poets,
especially, tend to use words rich in connotation. Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle into
That Good Night" includes intensely connotative language, as in these lines: "Good men, the
last wave by, crying how bright / Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, / Rage,
rage against the dying of the light."
Convention
A customary feature of a literary work, such as the use of a chorus in Greek tragedy, the
inclusion of an explicit moral in a fable, or the use of a particular rhyme scheme in a
villanelle. Literary conventions are defining features of particular literary genres, such as
novel, short story, ballad, sonnet, and play.
Denotation
The dictionary meaning of a word. Wr iters typically play off a word‟s denotative meaning
against its connotations, or suggested and implied associational implications. In the following
lines from Peter Meinke's "Advice to My Son" the references to flowers and fruit, bread and
wine denote specific things, but also suggest something beyond the literal, dictionary
meanings of the words:
To be specific, between the peony and rose
Plant squash and spinach, turnips and tomatoes;
Beauty is nectar and nectar, in a desert, saves--
...
and always serve bread with your wine.
But, son,
always serve wine.
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Denouement
The resolution of the plot of a literary work. The denouement of Hamlet takes place after the
catastrophe, with the stage littered with corpses. During the denouement Fortinbras makes an
entrance and a speech, and Horatio speaks his sweet lines in praise of Hamlet.
Dialogue
The conversation of characters in a literary work. In fiction, dialogue is typically enclosed
within quotation marks. In plays, characters' speech is preceded by their names.
Diction
The selection of words in a literary work. A work's diction forms one of its centrally
important literary elements, as writers use words to convey action, reveal character, imply
attitudes, identify themes, and suggest values. We can speak of the diction particular to a
character, as in Iago's and Desdemona's very different ways of speaking in Othello. We can
also refer to a poet's diction as represented over the body of his or her work, as in Donne's or
Hughes's diction.
Exposition
The first stage of a fictional or dramatic plot, in which necessary background information is
provided. Ibsen's A Doll's House, for instance, begins with a conversation between the two
central characters, a dialogue that fills the audience in on events that occurred before the
action of the play begins, but which are important in the development of its plot.
Fable
A brief story with an explicit moral provided by the author. Fables typically include animals
as characters. Their most famous practitioner in the west is the ancient Greek writer Aesop,
whose "The Dog and the Shadow" and "The Wolf and the Mastiff" are included in this book.
Falling action
In the plot of a story or play, the action following the climax of the work that moves it
towards its denouement or resolution. The falling action of Othello begins after Othello
realizes that Iago is responsible for plotting against him by spurring him on to murder his
wife, Desdemona.
Fiction
An imagined story, whether in prose, poetry, or drama. Ibsen's Nora is fictional, a "make-
believe" character in a play, as are Hamlet and Othello. Characters like Robert Browning‟s
Duke and Duchess from his poem "My Last Duchess" are fictional as well, though they may
be based on actual historical individuals. And, of course, characters in stories and novels are
fictional, though they, too, may be based, in some way, on real people. The important thing to
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remember is that writers embellish and embroider and alter actual life when they use real life
as the basis for their work. They fictionalize facts, and deviate from real-life situations as
they "make things up."
Figurative language
A form of language use in which writers and speakers convey something other than the literal
meaning of their words. Examples include hyperbole or exaggeration, litotes or
understatement, simile and metaphor, which employ comparison, and synecdoche and
metonymy, in which a part of a thing stands for the whole.
Flashback
An interruption of a work's chronology to describe or present an incident that occurred prior
to the main time frame of a work's action. Writers use flashbacks to complicate the sense of
chronology in the plot of their works and to convey the richness of the experience of human
time. Faulkner's story "A Rose for Emily" includes flashbacks.
Foil
A character who contrasts and parallels the main character in a play or story. Laertes, in
Hamlet, is a foil for the main character; in Othello, Emilia and Bianca are foils for
Desdemona.
Foreshadowing
Hints of what is to come in the action of a play or a story. Ibsen's A Doll's House includes
foreshadowing as does Synge's Riders to the Sea. So, too, do Poe's "Cask of Amontillado"
and Chopin's "Story of an Hour."
Hyperbole
A figure of speech involving exaggeration. John Donne uses hyperbole in his poem: "Song:
Go and Catch a Falling Star."
Image
A concrete representation of a sense impression, a feeling, or an idea. Imagery refers to the
pattern of related details in a work. In some works one image predominates either by
recurring throughout the work or by appearing at a critical point in the plot. Often writers use
multiple images throughout a work to suggest states of feeling and to convey implications of
thought and action. Some modern poets, such as Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams,
write poems that lack discursive explanation entirely and include only images. Among the
most famous examples is Pound's poem "In a Station of the Metro":
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
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Point of view
The angle of vision from which a story is narrated. See Narrator. A work's point of view can
be: first person, in which the narrator is a character or an observer, respectively; objective, in
which the narrator knows or appears to know no more than the reader; omniscient, in which
the narrator knows everything about the characters; and limited omniscient, which allows the
narrator to know some things about the characters but not everything.
Protagonist
The main character of a literary work--Hamlet and Othello in the plays named after them.
Recognition
The point at which a character understands his or her situation as it really is. Sophocles'
Oedipus comes to this point near the end of Oedipus the King; Othello comes to a similar
understanding of his situation in Act V of Othello.
Resolution
The sorting out or unraveling of a plot at the end of a play, novel, or story. See Plot.
Reversal
The point at which the action of the plot turns in an unexpected direction for the protagonist.
Oedipus's and Othello's recognitions are also reversals. They learn what they did not expect
to learn. See Recognition and also Irony.
Rising action
A set of conflicts and crises that constitute the part of a play's or story's plot leading up to the
climax. See Climax, Denouement, and Plot.
Satire
A literary work that criticizes human misconduct and ridicules vices, stupidities, and follies.
Swift's Gulliver’ s Travels is a famous example. Chekhov's Marriage Proposal and O'Connor's
"Everything That Rises Must Converge," have strong satirical elements.
Setting
The time and place of a literary work that establish its context. The stories of Sandra Cisneros
are set in the American southwest in the mid to late 20th century, those of James Joyce in
Dublin, Ireland in the early 20th century.
Simile
A figure of speech involving a comparison between unlike things using like, as, or as though.
An example: "My love is like a red, red rose."
Style
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