They dismiss the kitchen as a crime scene, yet the women see more into it. The sheriff comments that there’s “nothing here but kitchen things” (par. 93) he is saying here that he believes that there is not anything worth looking for in the kitchen that will help find the motive. The kitchen tells Martha Hale and Mrs. Peters that something has happened here. They see the small details in the kitchen the spilled sugar, a broken chair, crooked stitches in a quit piece, a half wiped table, busted caned goods, and dishes undone.
According to the fire marshal, this mess caused the fire to grow very quickly that they some workers had no time to escape. Also, the doors were locked to prevent the workers from stealing and leaving early. In my opinion, the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory lacked of safety and cleaning environment. This was hundreds years ago, that's why it lacked of firefighting equipment because back in the day, things were different. Thus, all factories lacked of safety conditions.
Maze without a Minotaur By Dana Gioia If we could only push these walls apart, unfold the room the way a child might take apart a box and lay it flat upon the floor— so many corners cleared at last! Or else could rip away the roof and stare down at the dirty rooms, the hallways turning on themselves, and understand at last their plan— dark maze without a minotaur, no monsters but ourselves. Yet who could bear to see it all? The slow descending spirals of the dust against the spotted windowpane, the sunlight on the yellow lace, the hoarded wine turned dark and sour, the photographs, the letters—all the crowded closets of the heart. One wants to
I started to have Eurycleia make up his bed separate from mine, when he went into a terrible frenzy. “You dared to move my bed, woman!? No builder, unless by having the help of the gods, could have the skill to do that! I built our bed, I built our bedroom, all around that bed! The trunk of an old olive serves as the bedpost, my handiwork, and no one else’s could’ve done that!
The party’s conversations are very racist. Bad things about Atticus are said because he isn’t there to defend himself; like how he is defending a black person. Some bad things are said about the case too. The whole case brings up their scorn for Atticus, while they are in his house! Even though there is a lot of trash-talking going on at the tea party, it is very proper, because even Scout is dressed lady-like.
Patrick Sims 5-6-2011 English 101 Essay 2 DG Another day at Dollar General . I really could not stand this job. The customers came in so rude and disgusting, like they had no respect for themselves or anyone else. On top of that our manager Sean was a total fairy, always wearing tight skinning jeans like he had no nut sack and a belly button showing tight shirt. I always tried to make the day go by faster but Sean had his eyes on me at all times.
“With the straps pushed off, there was nothing between the top of the suit and the top of her head except just her, this clean bare plane of the top of her chest down from the shoulder bones like a dented sheet of metal tilted in the light” (540). This is just one example of how Sammy is so caught up on physical attraction. Also, he was distracted from his work because the girl’s beauty caught him off guard. He had been standing there with his hand on top of the box of “HiHo crackers trying to remember if he had rang them up or not. I rang it up again and the customer starts giving me hell” (540) proving that his mind was elsewhere.
It is a melancholy object to those who walk through the magazine aisle of their local grocery store to be constantly shown images of the ideal women and men, and then to be thrust into the real world where these toned and slender beings do not often walk. These grocery store men and women are sent into a world of oversized non models that are an eye sore to everyone that must gaze upon them. I think it is agreed by all parties that this prodigious number of ugly people is in the present deplorable state of the nation a very great additional grievance; and therefore, whoever could find a fit, cheap, and easy method of making these monstrosities, the now seemingly average sized men or women, useful and more appealing members of the commonwealth even when compared to the
Cockroaches swarmed through the building unchecked; they inhabited the central heating system and the warm, juddering fridge motors in every room. In the kitchens were piles of rubbish two feet high that rustled in the dark. The light bulbs in the toilets were always being stolen, making the fauna in there difficult to identify; but the occasional shouts of horror from people picking their way through the darkness were testimony to its existence. The human overpopulation was equally intense. There were at least three and often closer to six people to each room, in which the occupants slept, worked, had parties, ate, drank, sulked, wrote letters, cooked, smoked and hung out their washing.
When the kids stopped knocking on her door for candy she did not have, she started preparing the ritual. The leader heard a knock on her door and went to open it, only to find a poorly wrapped big box with no return address. She knew her new herbs would not come until next month, so she was curious. The box was heavy, and took a while to lug in. It had this awful smell like rotting flesh so the leader suddenly got worried.