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Down and Out in Paris and London – George Orwell

In a fortnight I had got so used to the routine of a plongeur's life the reminance
that I could hardly imagine anything different. It was a life done of the work
the day
without much variation. At a quarter to six one woke with a before
personification
Similie
sudden start, tumbled into grease-stiffened clothes, and hurried the reluctance and
describes the dull out with dirty face and protesting muscles. It was dawn, and the
pain his
muscles feel
weather contrasts
the readers idea ofwindows were dark except for the workmen's cafés. The sky was
the city Paris
like a vast flat wall of cobalt, with roofs and spires of black paper suggests ‘pouring’
the

Techniques I will
pasted upon it. Drowsy men were sweeping the pavements with idea of coffee
an early
use: ten-foot brooms, and ragged families picking over the dustbins. morning drink
Sensory Imagery
Time Markers Workmen, and girls with a piece of chocolate in one hand and
dash used to
Semantic field
a croissant in the other, were pouring into the Métro stations. disrupts flow of
Trams, filled with more workmen, boomed gloomily past. One
the description

hastened down to the station, fought for a place—one does experience and
voices the authors

literally have to fight on the Paris Métro at six in the morning— opiniion
and stood jammed in the swaying mass of passengers, nose to Sensory imagery
nose with some hideous face, breathing sour wine and garlic. describes proximity
the

And then one descended into the labyrinth of the hotel between the
passengers
basement, and forgot daylight till two o'clock, when the sun was unpleasant and

hot and the town black with people and cars.


Time marker-describes the routine of the day
smells you are
able to pick
goes by the clock
up.
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orientates the reader
Wine and gar

contrasts
Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
the rabbits
with life
and the The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks
hills being
alive
the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray sculptured stones. And
then from the direction of the state highway came the sound of
Sensory footsteps on crisp sycamore leaves. The rabbits hurried
Imagery
noiselessly for cover. A stilted heron labored up into the air and
pounded down river. For a moment the place was lifeless, and
then two men emerged from the path and came into the opening
by the green pool.
Parallel Sentence structure

They had walked in single file down the path, and even in the
open one stayed behind the other. Both were dressed in denim
trousers and in denim coats with brass buttons. Both wore black,
shapeless hats and both carried tight blanket rolls slung over
their shoulders. The first man was small and quick, dark of face,
with restless eyes and sharp, strong features. Every part of him
was defined: small, strong hands, slender arms, a thin and bony
nose. Behind him walked his opposite, a huge man, shapeless of
face, with large, pale eyes, and wide, sloping shoulders; and he Described

walked heavily, dragging his feet a little, the way a bear drags his using
animals
paws. His arms did not swing at his sides, but hung loosely.

The first man stopped short in the clearing, and the follower
nearly ran over him. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat-
band with his forefinger and snapped the moisture off. His huge
companion dropped his blankets and flung himself down and
drank from the surface of the green pool; drank with long gulps,
snorting into the water like a horse. The small man stepped
nervously beside him.

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To Kill and Mockingbird – Harper Lee


Semantic field of weariness

Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I
first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass Oxymoronic
foreshadows
grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. the importance of
Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer’s courthouse the

Sibilance
day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the
sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars
wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after
their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes
with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum. People moved slowly
then. They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the
stores around it, took their time about everything. A day was
twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, Repetition of the
word no
for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy
it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb
County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the
people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had
nothing to fear but fear itself. foreshadows the potential fear which comes along

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