Passages Mimic On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicideit was Mary this time and sleeping pills like Terese the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was and the gas oven and the beam in the basement from which it was possi ID: 418466
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Syntactical PassagesSlide2
Mimic
On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide—it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like
Terese
—the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope. Jeffrey
EugenidesSlide3
Mimic
Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favors, the officer-to-be, he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said goodbye to him, married her childhood
etc
, who was now a commissioned officer, and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d kept in touch, she and the blind man. Raymond CarverSlide4
Mimic
Science shows that when you struggle to solve a problem or make a new argument, you’ve actually forming new connections in your brain. So when you’re thinking hard, you’re getting smarter. Which means this year, challenge yourself to reach higher. And set your sights on college in the years ahead. Your country is counting on you. ObamaSlide5
Mimic
And then she began to dance, a slow sensuous movement; the smoke of a hundred cigars clinging to her like the thinnest of veils. She seemed like a fair bird-girl girdled in veils calling to me from the angry surface of some gray and threatening sea. I was transported. Ralph EllisonSlide6
Mimic
Sometimes I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or like fleets at sea, full-rigged, with wavy boughs, and rippling with light, so soft and green and shady that the Druids would have forsaken their oaks to worship in them; or to the cedar wood beyond
Fint’s
Pond, where the trees, covered with hoary blue berries, spring higher and higher, are fit to stand before Valhalla, and the creeping juniper covers the ground with wreaths full of fruit;… Henry David ThoreauSlide7
Mimic
Going home at night, Charles went over her words one by one, trying to recall them, to fill out their sense, that he might piece out the life she had lived before he knew her. But he never saw her in his thoughts other than he had seen her the first time, or as he had just left her.
Gustave
FlaubertSlide8
Mimic
Nor do they give you enough napkins, considering how messy lobster is to eat, especially when you’re squeezed onto benches alongside children of various ages and vastly different levels of fine-motor development—not to mention the people who’ve somehow smuggled in their own beer in enormous aisle-blocking coolers, or who all of a sudden produce their own plastic tablecloths and try to spread them over large portions of tables to try to reserve them (the tables) for their little groups. --David Foster Wallace. Slide9
Mimic
Meanwhile, the young man had slung on to his person a decidedly shabby upper garment, and, erecting himself before the blaze, looked down on e from the corner of his eyes, for all the world as if there were some mortal feud unavenged between us. I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not, his dress and speech were both rude, entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr. and Mrs.
Healthcliff
; his thick brown curls were rough and uncultivated, his whiskers encroached bearishly over his checks, and his hands were embrowned like those of a common
labourer
, still his bearing was free, almost haughty, and he showed none of a domestic’s assiduity in attending on the lady of the house. Emily BronteSlide10
Mimic
But
Ezinma’s
iyi-uwa
had looked real enough. It was a smooth pebble wrapped in a dirty rag. The man who dug it up was the same
Okagubue
who was famous in all the clan for his knowledge in these matters.
Ezinma
had not wanted to cooperate with him at first. But that was only to be expected. No
ogbanje
would yield would yield her secrets easily, and most of them never did because they died too young—before they could be asked questions. Chinua AchebeSlide11
Mimic
Like all men in Babylon, I have been proconsul; like all, a slave. I have also known omnipotence, opprobrium, imprisonment. Look: the index finder on my right hand is missing. Look: through the rip in my cape you can see a vermilion tattoo on my stomach. It is the second symbol, Beth. This letter, on nights when the moon is full, gives me power over men who mark is
Gimmel
, but it subordinates me to the men of Aleph, who on moonless nights owe obedience to those marked with
Gimmel
. Jorge Louis BorgesSlide12
Mimic
It was seven minutes after midnight. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of Mrs.
Shears’s
house. Its eyes were closed. It looked as if it were running on its side, the way dogs run when they think they are chasing a cat in a dream. But the dog was not running or asleep. The dog was dead. Mark HaddonSlide13
Mimic
I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day of January 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974…My birth certificate lists my name as Calliope Helen Stephanides. My most recent driver’s license records my name simply as Cal. Jeffrey EugenidesSlide14
Mimic
Our hero was not one of those Dominican cats everybody’s always talking about—he wasn’t no home-run hitter or fly
bachatero
, not a playboy with a million
hots
on his jock.”
Junot
DiazSlide15
Mimic
It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November, before the first of the persons with whom this history has business. The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered up Shooter’s Hill. Charles DickensSlide16
Mimic
Acting upon the loftiest of impulses, filled with love for those who suffer, urged toward fellowship with the rebellious, committed to sacrifice, why was it that there existed among Communists so much hate, suspicion, bitterness, and internecine strife? I stood in the midst of people I loved and I was afraid of them. Richard WrightSlide17
Mimic
She is plucking her bird of paradise of its dead branches, leaning around the plant every time she hears a car. The woman will never find the old house behind the hedge of towering hibiscus at the bend of the dirt road. Not a
gringa
dominicana
in a rented car with a road map asking for street names!
Dede
had taken the call over at the little museum this morning. Julia AlvarezSlide18
Mimic
In 1971 there was little to distinguish us two—one the son of a pulmonary specialist, the other the son of a notorious class enemy who had enjoyed the
priveledge
of touching Mao’s teeth—from the other hundred-odd “young intellectuals” who were banished to the mountain known as the
Pheonix
of the Sky. The name was a poetic way of suggesting its terrifying altitude; the poor sparrows and common birds of the plain could never sour to its peak, for that was the reserve of winged creatures allied to the sky: mighty, mythical and profoundly solitary. Dai
SijieSlide19
Mimic
Together they waged a perfunctory battle against the outrageous behavior of that place; against turned-over slop jars, smacks on the behind, and gusts of sour air. For they understood the source of the outrage as well as they knew the source of light. Toni MorrisonSlide20
Mimic
It began the usual way, in the bathroom of the
Lassimo
Hotel. Sasha was adjusting her yellow eye shadow in the mirror when she noticed a bag on the floor beside the sink that must have belonged to the woman whose peeing she could faintly hear through the vault-like door of a toilet stall. Jennifer Egan Slide21
Mimic
The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and
Nietzche
has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify? Milan
KunderaSlide22
Mimic
Mr. President, it is natural for man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth—and listen to the song of the siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Patrick HenrySlide23
Mimic
She would sigh and look up under her spun-glass eyebrows at Papa and then turn to where we were huddled on the floor in a heap and say softly, “I had always dreamed of flying.” Katherine DunnSlide24
Mimic
At last he managed to get rid of him, and rushed straight to the hotel. Emma was no longer there. She had just gone in a fit of anger. She detested him now. This failing to keep their rendezvous seemed to her an insult, and she tried to take up other reasons to separate herself from him. He was incapable of heroism, weak, banal, more spiritless than a woman, avaricious too, and cowardly. FlaubertSlide25
Mimic
To Mrs. Saville, England
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my fist task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking.
Mary ShelleySlide26
Mimic
The backfiring is still fairly heavy on the way down from the summit with the engine dragging in second gear but then the noise diminishes as we reach lower altitudes. The forests return. We moved among rocks and lakes and trees now, taking beautiful turns and curves of the road. Robert
PirsigSlide27
Mimic
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. PoeSlide28
Mimic
Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife,
Shuyu
. Together they had appeared at the courthouse in
Wujia
Town many times, but she had always changed her mind at the last moment when the judge asked if she would accept a divorce. Year after year, they went to
Wujia
Town and came back with the same marriage license issued to them by the country’s registry office twenty years before. Ha JinSlide29
Mimic
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Khaled
HosseiniSlide30
Mimic
He had taken a dreary road, darkened by all the gloomiest trees of forest, which barely stood aside to let the narrow path creep through, and closed immediately behind. It was all as lonely as could be and there is this peculiarity in such a solitude, that the traveler knows not who may be concealed by the innumerable trunks and the thick boughs overhead; so that with lonely footsteps he may yet be passing through an unseen multitude. HawthorneSlide31
Mimic
He watched her pour into the measure and then into the jug rich white milk, not hers. Old shrunken
paps
. She poured again a
measureful
and a tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe a messenger. She praised the goodness of the mil, pouring it out. Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her toadstool, her wrinkled finger quick at the squirting dugs. James Joyce. Slide32
Mimic
There is a lovely road that runs from
Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it. The road climbs seven miles into them, to Carisbrooke; and from there, if there is no mist, you look down on one of the fairest valleys of Africa. Alan PatonSlide33
Mimic
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany. John IrvingSlide34
Mimic
but to go the racetrack helps you realize yourself and the mob too. there’s a lot of murky downgrading of Hemingway now by critics who can’t write, and old
ratbeard
wrote some bad things from the middle to the end, but his head was becoming unscrewed, and even then he made others look like schoolboys raising their hands for permission to make a little literary
peepee
. Charles
Bukowski
Slide35
Mimic
It was Celia’s private luxury to indulge in this dislike. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement, for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. But on safe opportunities, she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon
Dorthea
, and calling her down from her rhapsodic mood by reminding her that people were staring, not listening. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait, and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. George EliotSlide36
Mimic
Such a
synosure
, at least in aspect, and something such too in nature, though with important variations made apparent as the story proceeds, was welkin-eyed Billy Budd—or Baby Budd, as more familiarly, under circumstances hereafter to be given, he at last came to be called—aged twenty-one, a
foretopman
of the British fleet toward the close of the last decade of the eighteenth century. Herman MelvilleSlide37
Mimic
In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period of American history, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy
wight
of the name of Ichabod Crane, who sojourned, or, as he expressed it, “tarried,” in Sleepy Hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity. He was a native of Connecticut, a State which supplies the Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest, and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodmen and country schoolmasters. Washington IrvingSlide38
Mimic
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.
Zora
Neale HurstonSlide39
Mimic
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, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. JD SalingerSlide40
Mimic
Two days after we’d both agreed that the At-Home Marriage Repair kit couldn’t possibly work for us, my wife and I went back to those 100 questions. Alexis had cried in her sleep the night before, and I’d had another didactic screaming episode in the deli section of the Winn-Dixie I hadn’t seen coming on—and didn’t remember happening by the time our groceries were packed inside the trunk of the car. George SingletonSlide41
Mimic
Preparation:
Take care to chop the onion fine. To keep from crying when you chop it (which is so annoying!), I suggest you place a little bit on your head. The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets your started and the tears begin to well up, the net thing you know you just can’t stop. I don’t know whether that’s ever happened to you, but I have to confess it’s happened to me, many times. Mama used to say it was because I was especially sensitive to onions, like my great-aunt,
Tita
. Laura EsquivelSlide42
Mimic
When the pirate Sir Francis Drake attacked
Riohacha
in the sixteenth century, Ursula
Iguaran’s
great-great-grandmother became so frightened with the ringing of alarm bells and the firing of cannons that she lost control of her nerves and sat down on a lighted stove. The burns changed her into a useless wife fo
r the rest of her days. She could only sit on one side, cushioned by pillows, and something strange must have happened to her way of waking, for she never walked again in public. Gabriel Garcia MarquezSlide43
Mimic
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. They were coming toward where the flag was and I went along the fence. Luster was hunting in the grass by the flower tree. They took the flag out, and they were hitting. Then they put the flag back and they went to the table, and he hit and the other hit. Then they went on, and I went along the fence. William FaulknerSlide44
Mimic
Maman
died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: “Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday. CamusSlide45