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English project 3: Tone

Members:
Jacqueline Go
Samuel Espinoza
Julio Chacon
Juan Prado
Tiffany

Passages and tones:


1. Franklin Roosevelt’s “For a Declaration of War” speech
At 7:53 a.m. on Sunday, December 7, 1941, the first assault wave of Japanese
fighter planes attacked the U.S. Naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, taking the Americans
completely by surprise.
The first attack wave targeted airfields and battleships. The second wave targeted
other ships and shipyard facilities. The air raid lasted until 9:45 a.m. Eight battleships
were damaged, with five sunk. Three light cruisers, three destroyers and three smaller
vessels were lost along with 188 aircraft. The Japanese lost 27 planes and five midget
submarines which attempted to penetrate the inner harbor and launch torpedoes.
Three prime targets; the U.S. Pacific Fleet aircraft carriers, Lexington, Enterprise
and Saratoga, were not in the harbor and thus escaped damage.
The casualty list at Pearl Harbor included 2,335 servicemen and 68 civilians killed, and
1,178 wounded. Over a thousand crewmen aboard the USS Arizona battleship were killed
after a 1,760 pound aerial bomb penetrated the forward magazine causing catastrophic
explosions.
News of the "sneak attack" was broadcast to the American public via radio
bulletins, with many popular Sunday afternoon entertainment programs being interrupted.
The news sent a shockwave across the nation, resulting in a tremendous influx of young
volunteers into the U.S. Armed Forces. The attack also united the nation behind President
Franklin D. Roosevelt and effectively ended the American isolationist movement.
On Monday, December 8, President Roosevelt appeared before Congress and made this
speech asking for a declaration of war against Japan, calling the previous day "...a date
which will live in infamy..."

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2. Edwinge Danticat’s “The farming of bones” PAGE 2. Second paragraph.


“Take off your nightdress,” he suggests, “and be naked for true. When you are
uncovered you will know that you are fully awake and I can simply look at you and be
happy.” Then he slips across to the other side of the room and watches every movement
of flesh as I shed my clothes. He is in a corner, away from the lamp, a shadowed place
where he sees me better than I see him. “It is good for you to learn and trust that I am
near you even when you can’t place the balls of your eyes on me,” he says.
This makes me laugh and laugh loud, too loud for the middle of the night. Now I
am fully disrobed and fully awake. I stumble quickly into his arms with my nightdress at
my ankles. Thin as he says I am, I am afraid to fold in two and disappear. I’m afraid to be
shy, distant, and cold. I am afraid I cease to exist when he’s not there. I’m like one of
those sea stones that sucks its colors inside and loses its translucence once it’s taken out
into the sun, out of the froth of the waves. When he’s not there, I’m afraid I know no one
and no one knows me.

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3. Arthur Golden’s Memoirs of a Geisha page 8, paragraph 6


I don’t much like thinking of myself as a cup of tea made in a bucket, but I
suppose in a way it must be true. After all, I did grow up in Yoroido, and no one would
suggest it’s a glamorous spot. Hardly anyone visits it. As for the people who live there,
they never have occasion to leave. You’re probably wondering how I cam to leave it
myself. That’s where my story begins.’

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4. Cate Tiernan’s Sweep: Bloodwish; page 2 paragraph 5


My breath caught in my throat. I had entered this wrong without permission, not
only had I kept Cal and our other friends waiting. I had trespassed in a private area of
Selene’s books. This I knew. A hot flush of shame made my face burn.
But I couldn’t help myself. I was desperate for more knowledge – about Wicca,
about my birth mother. After all, I’d only recently uncovered extraordinary secrets: that
I’d been adopted, that my birth mother, a powerful witch, had been murdered, burned to
death in a barn. But so many questions still remained unanswered. And now I had found
Maeve Riodan’s Book of Shadows: her private book of spells, thoughts, and dreams. The
key of her most innermost life. If the answers I sought were anywhere, they were in this
book. Subconsciously – in spite of my guilt – my hands tightened around it.

5.
The Gettysburg Address
Nov. 19, 1863
Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new
nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that "all men are created
equal."
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation
so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of
that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those
who died here, that the nation might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But in a
larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this
ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have hallowed it, far
above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long
remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here.
It is rather for us the living, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before
us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which
they here gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that
these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation shall have a new birth of
freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not
perish from the earth
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6. “Zora Neale Hurston”s The Skull Talks Back-

“High Walker’s boss thought High Walker had made the story up, so the boss cut High
Walker’s head off.
“Then the old dry skull head said to High Walker, “See that now. I told you that
mouth brought me here and if you didn’t mind, it’d bring you here too.”
“So the bloody bones rose up and shook themselves, and the boss said, “What you
mean by this?” He wanted to know what was going on.
“Old skull head said, “We got High Walker and Bloody Bones. Now we’re all three in
the drift together.”

7. “Lemony Snicket”s The Hostile Hospital-

“With a long crackle! and a loud bang, the door to the library of Records was knocked
off it’s hinges, and fell to the floor of the enormous room as if it had fainted. But the
children paid no attention. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny all sat and looked at page thirteen of
the file, too amazed to even listen to the odd, teetering footsteps as the intruder entered
the room and began to walk along the aisles of file cabinets.”

8. “R.L. Stine”s Goosebumps: “How To Kill A Monster”-

“I watched the monster shove the last bit of pie into his mouth.
Then he flicked his reptile tongue in and out, licking up every last crumb from the pie
tin.
“It isn’t working,” I moaned to Clark. “He loves it.”
“Now what are we going to do?” he whispered back. He hugged his knees tightly to
his chest to keep them from shaking.”

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9. L. Divine’s Drama High: Second Chance page 6 paragraph 1


“Mom, now you know I can’t be going to work with school hair. I got to be fresh
for the weekend, just like you,” I say, smiling at her. She’s standing in the bathroom door,
holding her big Tupperware container full of nail stuff: cotton balls, polishes, polish
remover, tissue, cuticle cream and clippers, nail files and buffers of all shapes and sizes, a
stick-on design booklet, some lotion with a box of plastic wrap to make her feel extra
soft, and baby oil for her pumice stone. Her heels are hella rough, just like mine. She
tosses me the evil eye before stepping into the living room to tend her feet and toes.
10. Chevelle - Well Enough Alone

Walk down the realm
Hint to no one that this
Generic bond exists
Evil shows another side, and

Like before
Makes no sense
Never coming, always leaving
Right before
Hooked on substance
Dig in deeper, can't reveal
[Why we leave well enough alone
Never thought about the shame (x2)]

So fed up
What's with the scenes?
Observe and leave instead
This pity wagon
Penetrates my skin
So sensitive
Makes me sick, and

Like before
Makes no sense
Never coming, always leaving
Right before
Hooked on substance
Dig in deeper, can't reveal
Why we leave well enough alone
Never thought about the shame

The old and the aged, pulled
And never knew what hit [x2]

11. 2Pac : Baby don’t Cry

Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams


So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
"What would you do if it was you?"
Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me
Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
cause they win when your soul dies

[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry

11. Kevin Michael :it don’t make any difference

All You Gotta Do Is Look At Me


Three Generations Of My Family You See
People Treat You Different When Your In Between
He Was Black And She Was White
You Know That Both People Thoguht That It Wasn't Right
I Can Still Remember What She Used To Say

It Don't Make Any Difference To Me What The World


Thinks About Us Baby Cause In My Heart I Will Always
Believe, That We Were Meant For Eachother Love Ain't
Got No Color, It Don't Make Any Difference To Me

Everytime I Look At You


Deep In Your Brown Eyes I See What Your
Going Through The Streets Are Different
When Your In Between
I Can Feel It Everyday, The Whispers, The Words
They Don't Think That I Hear Them Say
Before You Let Another Tear Fall, Remember Girl

It Don't Make Any Difference To Me What The World


Thinks About Us Baby Cause In My Heart I Will Always
Believe, That We Were Meant For Eachother Love Ain't
Got No Color, It Don't Make Any Difference To Me
What They See

12. The Arms of Sorrow


Imprisoned inside this mind
Hiding behind the empty smiles
So simple (the anguish)
As it haunts me
Crawling back into the dark

Running, always running, into the distance


Stop me before I bleed, again
The echoes of my voice
Follow me down
The shadows I cast
Follow me down

Deeper I'm falling


Into the arms of sorrow
Blindly descending
Into the arms of sorrow

13. Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita page paragraph 1-3


Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo­lee­ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip 
of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. 

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. 
She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always 
Lolita. 

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no 
Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl­child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh 
when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always 
count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. 

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, 
simple, noble­winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.