> I walked on down a back street that led to a crosscut to the hospital. Ettore was twenty-three.
(p.133)
> He had been brought up by an uncle in San Francisco and was visiting his father and mother in Torino when war was declared. He had a sister, who had been sent to America with him at the same time to live with the uncle, who would graduate from normal school this year.
> He was a legitimate hero who bored every one he met. Catherine could not stand him.
> "We have heroes too," she said. "But usually, darling, they're much quieter." "I don't mind him." "I wouldn't mind him if he wasn't so conceited and didn't bore me, and bore me, and bore me." "He bores me."
> "You're sweet to say so, darling. But you don't need to. You can picture him at the front and you know he's useful but he's so much the type of boy I don't care for." "I know." "You're awfully sweet to know, and I try and like him but he's a dreadful, dreadful boy really."
> "He said this afternoon he was going to be a captain." "I'm glad," said Catherine. "That should please him." "Wouldn't you like me to have some more exalted rank?" "No, darling. I only want you to have enough rank so that we're admitted to the better restaurants." "That's just the rank I have."
> "You have a splendid rank. I don't want you to have any more rank. It might go to your head. Oh, darling, I'm awfully glad you're not conceited. I'd have married you even if you were conceited but it's very restful to have a husband who's not conceited."
(p.134)
> We were talking softly out on the balcony. The moon was supposed to rise but there was a mist over the town and it did not come up and in a little while it started to drizzle and we came in. Outside the mist turned to rain and in a little while it was raining hard and we heard it drumming on the roof. I got up and stood at the door to see if it was raining in but it wasn't, so I left the door open.
> "Who else did you see?" Catherine asked. "Mr. and Mrs. Meyers." "They're a strange lot." "He's supposed to have been in the penitentiary at home. They let him out to die." "And he lived happily in Milan forever after."
> "I don't know how happily." "Happily enough after jail I should think." "She's bringing some things here." "She brings splendid things. Were you her dear boy?" "One of them." "You are all her dear boys," Catherine said. "She prefers the dear boys. Listen to it rain."
> "It's raining hard." "And you'll always love me, won't you?" "Yes." "And the rain won't make any difference?" "No."
> "That's good. Because I'm afraid of the rain." "Why?" I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling steadily. "I don't know, darling. I've always been afraid of the rain." "I like it."
(p.135)
> "I like to walk in it. But it's very hard on loving." "I'll love you always." "I'll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and--what else is there?" "I don't know. I guess I'm sleepy." "Go to sleep, darling, and I'll love you no matter how it is."
> "You're not really afraid of the rain are you?" "Not when I'm with you." "Why are you afraid of it?" "I don't know." "Tell me." "Don't make me."
> "Tell me." "No." "Tell me." "All right. I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it." "No." "And sometimes I see you dead in it." "That's more likely."
> "No it's not, darling. Because I can keep you safe. I know I can. But nobody can help themselves." "Please stop it. I don't want you to get Scotch and crazy to-night. We won't be together much longer." "No, but I am Scotch and crazy. But I'll stop it. It's all nonsense." "Yes it's all nonsense."
> "It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I'm not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't." She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.
The sewing rooms were dirty and very dusty, with lint and dust filling the air like fog. The rooms had no air conditioning and no windows.The dust settling on the heads of the women made their hair look gray by the end of the day.
The loud power-driven sewing machines working at full speed all at once made a thundering noise that deafened the ear. It was a frightful thing to listen to for 8 hours every weekday. I tried it once for several months; the experience made me admire all those women who endured it for years in order to send their children to
colleges and universities.
power-driven?
what accounted for the ' thundering noise' that filled the sewing rooms?
You mean this one: In Los Angeles in 1950 we found many minority women working in sewing factories making garments of every sort for 50 cents an hour, 8 hours a day.
See you soon my friend. Bye. I'll have a class at 12 to 2 after it I'll be back
OK
Goodbye
:)
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Anonymous
8:39 AM
@DamkerngT. Although minority has that meaning, it sounds to me like it's the race meaning in this particular phrase. People below the age of majority are referred to as minors, but they aren't usually described using the attributive noun minority
Anonymous
Although non-attributively in the right context it would make sense, I think
@Jeyanthan It's not a sentence. It's an incomplete noun phrase.
Anonymous
I think in this case I would prefer "a slap in the face for Indian thinking". Most commonly "a slap in the face" is followed by to, but it's usually followed by a person or a group of people, which "Indian thinking" is not. For an abstract concept, I think I favor for...
Anonymous
Of does occur, though.
Anonymous
Anyway, if you add the article a it becomes a complete noun phrase. If you want to express something with it, you should probably put it in a complete sentence (Like "It was a slap in the face for Indian thinking.")
Anonymous
@hellodear2 What are you saying in the "everything" clip?
@snailplane If you stick with me, I will give this everything.
@snailplane We will begin to work on that this week. (I just gave him the link for American phonology in Flash animation last Sunday.) You're invited to comment us any time. :)
A long tradition in American literature is one of finding solace in nature. Edward Abbey's description of the American West have inspired many travelers to seek out the wilderness.
solace in nature?
Please come back sooner.
This essay fulfills the two purposes common to much of his work: it pictures the beauty of Aravaipa Canyon, and it encourages us to preserve it.
A long tradition in American literature is one of finding solace in nature. Edward Abbey's description of the American West have inspired many travelers to seek out the wilderness.This essay fulfills the two purposes common to much of his work: it pictures the beauty of Aravaipa Canyon, and it encourages us to preserve it.
there is some place... no one goes there... and you then describe that place in beautiful words.... this inspires others...and they start visiting the place!
@MaulikV me too. but you can understand the words which don't have any meaning but say it when you are damn damn damn happy. @DamkerngT. @snailplane @MaulikV
If I made up nonce-words for being happy, they'd be like "Spifty-doo! Shaloo-palay! Oh, happy day! Blalim-tabay!" But I would probably not make the same choices as other people.
Southeast of Phoenix and northeast of Tucson in the Pinal Mountains is a short, deep gorge called Aravaipa Canyon. It is among the few places in Arizona with a permanent stream of water and in popular estimation one of the most beautiful.
@snailplane :'( you called it a stupid puzzle? :'(
Anonymous
11:44 AM
> Think of words ending in -gry. 'Angry' and 'hungry' are two of them. What is the third word in the English language? You use it every day, and if you were listening carefully, I've just told you what it is.
@snailplane I don't give thanks in return. I usually give thanks without any reason because it's the only thing in world which you can give and which is free.
Anonymous
11:49 AM
@MaulikV Also not true. But there are only two common ones.
The federal Bureau of Land Management, charged with administration of the canyon, recently decreed it an official ''primitive area,'' thus guaranteeing its fame.
@DamkerngT. The federal Bureau of Land Management, charged with administration of the canyon, recently decreed it an official ''primitive area,'' thus guaranteeing its fame.
recently decreed it an official ''primitive area,'' thus guaranteeing its fame?
Anonymous
11:59 AM
Break it down into pieces. The FBoLM ([which is] charged with administration of the canyon) recently decreed [that] it [is] an official "primitive area". This guaranteed its fame.