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TRIUMPHANTLY CAROLINE LIFTED her finger from the fine italic type. There
was nothing to mar the success of this afternoon. Not only had she taken the car out
alone for the first time, driving unerringly on the right-hand side of the road, but what
she had achieved was not a simple drive but a cultural excursion. She had taken the
Italian guidebook Neville was always urging on her and hesitantly, haltingly, she had Laski presents
managed to piece out enough of the language to choose a route that took in four well Caroline in the
thought of frescoes, two universally admired campaniles, and one wooden crucifix in following
passage:
a village church quite a long way from the main road. It was not after all such a bad
Oppression of
thing that the British council meeting had kept Neville in Florence. True, he was women
certain to know all about the campaniles and the frescoes, but there was just a chance Pleasure,
that he hadn't discovered the crucifix and how gratifying if she could at last have Lack of
something of her own to contribute to his constantly accumulating horde of culture. knowledge
But could she still add more? There was at least another hour of daylight and it Inferior to her
wouldn't take more than 35 minutes to get back to the flat in Florence. Perhaps there husband
Condescending
would just be time to add this Tower to her dutiful collection. What was it called? She
Freedom
bent to the guidebook again carefully tracing the text with her finger to be sure she Release
was translating it correctly word by word. On her own
But this time her moving finger stopped abruptly at the name of Niccolo di explore
Ferramano. There had risen in her mind a picture. No — not a picture a portrait — of “voice”
a thin white face with deep-set black eyes that stared intently into hers. Why a What is actually
portrait? she asked and then she remembered. important
It had been about three months ago just after they were married when Neville had first Her own
opinion
brought her to Florence. He himself had already lived there for two years and during
that time had been at least as concerned to accumulate Tuscan culture for himself as
to disseminate English culture to the Italians. What more natural that he should wish
to share —perhaps to even show off — his discoveries to his young wife?
Caroline had come out to Italy with the idea that when she had worked through one or
two Galleries and made a few trips — say to Assisi and Sienna — she would have
done her duty as a British Council wife and could then settle down to examining the
Florentine shops, which everyone told her were too marvellous for words, but Neville
had been contemptuous of her programme. ‘You can see the stuff in the galleries at
anytime he had said but I'd like you to start with the pieces the ordinary tourist doesn't
see,’ and of course Caroline couldn't possibly let herself be classed as an ordinary
tourist.
Paragraphing
Structure
POV
3rd person
Has no voice
Horror story,
Eyes watching her
Indulgence
Reflect the stairs
Fragmented
Mid sentence
Anticipation, terror horror
Fragmented - panic, flustered
Crosses threshold
Violent imagery
Raw, gothic
For the fact was, the school the Burnell children went to was not at all the kind
of place their parents would have chosen if there had been any choice. But there was
none. It was the only school for miles. And the consequence was all the children of
the neighbourhood, the Judge’s little girls, the doctor’s daughters, the store-keeper’s
children, the milkman’s, were forced to mix together. Not to speak of there being an
equal number of rude, rough little boys as well. But the line had to be drawn
somewhere. It was drawn at the Kelveys. Many of the children, including the
Burnells, were not allowed even to speak to them. They walked past the Kelveys with
their heads in the air, and as they set the fashion in all matters of behaviour, the
Kelveys were shunned by everybody. Even the teacher had a special voice for them,
and a special smile for the other children when Lil Kelvey came up to her desk with a
bunch of dreadfully common-looking flowers.
They were the daughters of a spry, hardworking little washerwoman, who
went about from house to house by the day. This was awful enough. But where was
Mr. Kelvey? Nobody knew for certain. But everybody said he was in prison. So they
were the daughters of a washerwoman and a gaolbird. Very nice company for other
people’s children! And they looked it. Why Mrs. Kelvey made them so conspicuous
was hard to understand. The truth was they were dressed in “bits” given to her by the
people for whom she worked. Lil, for instance, who was a stout, plain child, with big
freckles, came to school in a dress made from a green art-serge table-cloth of the
Burnells’, with red plush sleeves from the Logans’ curtains. Her hat, perched on top
of her high forehead, was a grown-up woman’s hat, once the property of Miss Lecky,
the postmistress. It was turned up at the back and trimmed with a large scarlet quill.
What a little guy she looked! It was impossible not to laugh. And her little sister, our
Else, wore a long white dress, rather like a nightgown, and a pair of little boy’s boots.
But whatever our Else wore she would have looked strange. She was a tiny wishbone
of a child, with cropped hair and enormous solemn eyes—a little white owl. Nobody
had ever seen her smile; she scarcely ever spoke. She went through life holding on to
Lil, with a piece of Lil’s skirt screwed up in her hand. Where Lil went, our Else
followed. In the playground, on the road going to and from school, there was Lil
marching in front and our Else holding on behind. Only when she wanted anything, or
when she was out of breath, our Else gave Lil a tug, a twitch, and Lil stopped and
turned round. The Kelveys never failed to understand each other.
Not steal
Old dresses
Portrayal of children Effort love
Clean-slates “new”
Innocence Materials
Corrupted Unique
Adults/ society Maternal
Reread essays
Discriminate Doll house
- sample
Symbols, stench Machine made
Comment and
Corruption Appreciation
Perpetuate Black Ball - (Rejected)
Poems
hatred victimised
Prose
Barry
Plays
Discriminating/ prejudiced
Genre
Boy
Draft,
Paragraphs Innocent, accustomed to the world that is
BP 123
Climactic harsh and difficult for blacks
Thematic, Unfairness, injustice in society
Techniques Educated - cast aside because of their colour
Significance
Textual Evidence (4) Union Man
Phrase topic sentences John, son’s future at stake
General specific Parallel, mirror, action - perpetuated
Hopeful,