The semantic field of pathos creates sympathy for Nicole here as she is strongly represented as the ‘victim’ in the situation. The listing technique used with “Her hair dishevelled, mouth flung open, lips swollen” creates impact as the powerful choice of language builds up a graphic image of the vulnerability of Nicole and suggests to the reader how the event has impacted upon her emotionally as well as physically.…
He is hit so many times, his face was swollen to where “he could barely open his mouth” and couldn’t talk (Hillenbrand 290). The author's description of this events shows the reader how the author uses her words delicately. The delicate use of words shows the passion and earnestness. She wants the reader to understand the struggles…
We arrived at the hospital to find Mrs. Girroir and her twin fourteen year old daughters sitting in the waiting room. The odor of antiseptic clogged my nose; we walked into Mr.Girroir’s room and as I listened to Mrs. Girroir explain what happened I couldn’t help but feel that even though we were…
In this story Lane is faced with many struggles, internal and external. The struggle within his thoughts has him frozen, unable to move and he only becomes more still as the struggle heightens. He cannot manage to put his arm around Sheri, his girlfriend. Inside his thoughts his weakness pertaining to his faith has been causing an overload of turmoil within his thoughts. The anticipation of the appointment closing in on them.…
Journal Entry: On The Sidewalk Bleeding Never had I thought laying down would bring me such agony. Yet there I was. Back against the cold pavement and excruciating pain tearing through my body. I tried not to think too much about my situation for every thought felt as though the knife was tearing through me once more.…
The first description we are given of the young man is that his ‘face is bristling with fragments of glass’ which suggest that the ‘young mans’ face will be scared for the rest of his life. This creates a disturbing image of his face covered with blood that is dripping from the flesh wounds caused by the ‘fragments of glass’ embedded in his skin, the word ‘bristling’ helps to create this vivid image.…
“Ah started to feel a crippling nausea and the room began tae spin. Ah fell lot ay the chair n puked tomatay soup aw owed the fireside rug. Ma body was being twisted and crushed. It wis like ah had collapsed in the street and a skid hud been lowered own top ay me, n a squad ay vicious works were loading it up wi heavy building materials, while at the same time sticking sharp roads underneath to skewer ma…
Meanwhile, Mrs. Chipley’s daughter wasn’t faring too well either. Her legs were sore, she was soaking and covered in mud, she had broken an arm due to a confusion with a stray cat and every step resulted in a grunt of pain. She sensed her mother’s discomfort for her and realized something else was also wrong. She was soaking wet from a splash in the lake and, with a shivering, broken and mud covered mouth, cried for help. She heard sirens in the distance, but her legs ached with effort and she eventually fell on the soft vegetation of the undergrowth……
He stopped. Around him laid the bodies of comrades and friends, puddles of blood surrounding their corpses, their flesh blackened and charred. On the ground next to many their heads laid severed, visages of terror forever printed upon them. Some had been ripped apart, their organs beside them, either dry and shriveled or still oozing blood. More still remained deep in the blaze, given no opportunity of escape. However so, the more unlucky of these men remained alive, groaning in agony with the last of their shallow…
Draper’s out of my mind and Palacio’s Wonder both provide stories where the reader can easily become filled with sympathy and pity for their main characters who struggle with some type of disability. I found myself initially feeling sorry for, not pity, for these characters from the beginning of each novel as I was drawn into Melody’s tornado explosions from frustration (Draper 17), and August’s entrance into this life with his “small anomalies” causing the doctor to faint and the nurse to act hysterically (Palacio 6-7). While both of these characters experience daily episodes of what I would consider trauma, I do not see the as victims of trauma as neither of them allow these ordeals to define them, nor…
The theme corresponds to the message the short story validates than it is vividly interpreted to be mainly about what is seen through the characters point of view. Although, the two characters may be portrayed as senseless druggies, their resourceful thinking and sight conveys the reader a different aspect of their trait. Therefore, Johnson lets the reader know the unique visual concept Georgie gave when he saw the pool of blood on the hospital floor. Unlike most minds of the people Georgie is disturbed by how much blood is streaming in a human’s body and mentioned that eventually the gruesome blood will be released when death occurs. On the other hand, the way F-head visualizes the image is based off of the acceptance and normality of death. Moreover, the different visual analysis between Georgie and F-head explains the sentiments that fund their characteristics and their opposite point of…
The year is 1942. Families living in their most beloved country, the United States of America, stare at their radio sets in onset fear as they witness secondhand one of the most destructive and harrowing events in the history of their country. Standing before all this is a man who has gone through tough and harsh times, due to an illness he has contracted earlier in his life. The man is Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and he must now deliver one of the most heroic speeches his land will ever need. Similar to Roosevelt, there are many people in both history and literature who have been plagued with an illness or wound. These people either step down to the wound, or learn to overcome it. The “Unhealable Wound” is a reoccurring archetype in literature, expressing an injury or defect that a character must learn to beat in order to stay alive or acquire success. In A Separate Peace, Finny shatters his leg and must learn to forget sports and move on with his life. In The Poisonwood Bible, Adah Price is born with a limp and minor paralysis of the left side of her body. She is looked at as an inferior to her sisters, and must learn how to ignore this constant criticism. It is necessary for these two characters, as well as FDR, to ignore their “wound” in order to be successful and happy.…
Every sight, smell, sound, feel. The agony of waiting in the emergency room as her father and sister struggled to explain what had happened. Their mother had suffered a stroke, a devastating one, which claimed three-fourths of her functioning brain. She didn't want to believe it. Sitting there in the chaotic waiting room, she reflected on how different that day had turned out from her expectations of it. How sudden it all was. And how tragic.…
The doctor when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!’ So. But the hand was gone already.” Here just as in “The Last Night”, the reader is shown the brevity of life and its frailty.…
“Papa, I have brought you a new tonic to help you feel better. You must take it; it will make you feel stronger again. Here it is. Promise you will take it regularly, Papa.” Varma’s mouth worked as hard as though he still had a gob of betel in it (his supply of betel had been cut off years ago). Then he spat out some words, as soft and sweet as roses, into his sons face. “If it will make me feel stronger, and better than for you I will my son” The Great doctor looked at his father with such relief in his eyes, finally he will try and get better with my help. He kissed his father on the forehead and then left into the house, with his wife, still waiting at the door with a cup of tea. The next morning Rakesh got up and brought his dad his morning tea, not in just any cup, but in the old man’s favorite brass tumbler. As Rakesh arrived to his father he did not look so well, so pale in the face, so much fear in him. Rakesh put the pillows behind his father’s back so he could sit up. ``Papa, how are you feeling today, you don’t look so swell`` he said with sadness in his voice. In silence, Varma took the cup of tea from his son and took a sip. He then removed the pillows from behind him so he was lying flat again, closed his eyes, and peacefully fell back to sleep. Rakesh sat there in silence knowing that it wasn’t long before his old man will pass on, from now it will only be a matter of days or even hours. Rakesh went about his day and went to work. Veena, Papa’s daughter-in law, fixed up some lunch for the old man, nothing special since Rakesh has order he had nothing fried, no butter, no oil. Veena came into the room with the stainless steel tray of food, some dry bread, boiled lentils, boiled vegetables, and some plane old boiled fish. His daughter-in law put the tray on his lap turned around, and slipped silently out of the room with a little smirk that only the old man saw, and hated. Not long after Veena…