September 18, 2006
It would have been difficult by a far brighter light, to recognize in Doctor Manette, intellectual of face and upright of bearing, the shoemaker, of the garret in Paris. Yet, no one could have looked at him twice, without looking again: even though the opportunity of observation had not extended to the mournful cadence of his low grave voice, and to the abstraction that overclouded him fitfully, without any apparent reason. While one external cause, and that a reference to his long lingering agory, would always -as on the trial- evoke this condition from the depths of his sould, it was also in its nature to arise of itself, and draw a gloom over him, and incomprehensible to those unacquainted with his story as if they had seen the shadow of the actual Bastille thrown upon him by the summer sun, when the substance was three hundred miles away.
Dickens, Charles. A Tale of Two Cities. 78-79.
We read my paragraph in white block 3 on a red day. My group picked my paragraph about descriptive writing because it was just the coolest out of the bunch. I mean Charles Dickons is just a great writer because all of his works are so descriptive. It especially helped out in this assignment because that’s what we were looking for, descriptive writing. I mean this paragraph alone could feed the population of China for 30 and a half days with all the VET (vividally,emotively, and tangibly) mushed into it! It’s crazy and it’s so good! Read on!
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