In The poem “Root Cellar”, Theodore Roethke describes the environment inside a dark, wet, and unkempt root cellar in which you would not expect life to be able to thrive. He describes this environment using a variety of descriptive words throughout the poem which would indicate a particular distaste for the cellar in all its filth, but it is not until the final lines in the poem that the reader learns that the speaker is, in fact, amazed by the existence of life in this place. Roethke uses imagery, alliteration, and personification to portray his attitude that although he indicates throughout, a thorough dislike for the cellar, life in the cellar, amazingly, is surviving and thriving despite deplorable conditions that would suggest the opposite result. Roethke uses imagery to show his attitude that life in the cellar, is defying the odds by describing the cellar and its inhabitants in the first eight lines of the poem as something repulsive indicating that the cellar is “Dank as a ditch” (1) with a “Congress of stinks” (6) and plant life that is “Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates” (4) thus creating a scene in which everything is at its most undesirable state through the use of negative verbs such as dank, stinks, lolling, obscenely, and mildewed, all of which bring to mind the worst possible environment one could be in, and makes it seem to the reader that Roethke does not have a very high opinion of the cellar. The speaker also uses alliteration to show his attitude toward the cellar as being that of loathing but amazement by using the hard sound of the “D” to show the filth of the cellar.
Back in medieval Europe, there was a lack of medical knowledge therefore the preventions of catching the bubonic plague were very weird and some were very useless. Some preventions were to keep isolated in houses were everybody was healthy and was not sick. Some ran away leaving their families and houses escaping to the countryside. An extreme prevention was the flagellants which went round to towns beating themselves until they bled; this was done because to show remorse and regrets for the sins they did and that their pain would help God to stop the plague. “…they were men who did public penance and scourged themselves with whips of hard knotted leather with little iron spikes.
They use no beasts of husbandry; and their only instruments are hoes, axes, shovels and beaks, or pointed iron to dig with. Sometimes we are visited by locusts which come in large clouds, so as to darken the air, and destroy our harvest. This however happens rarely, but when [Page 23] it does, a famine is produced by it. I remember an instance or two wherein this happened. This common is often the theatre of war; and therefore when our people go out to till their land, they not only go in a body, but generally take their arms with them for fear of a surprise; and when they apprehend an invasion they guard the avenues to their dwellings, by driving sticks into the ground, which are so sharp at one end as to pierce the foot, and are generally dipt in poison.
There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word. "Black deserves to go to Azkaban, Severus thought, but Potter must die. Severus walked into the common room and plopped down onto a green couch. "Oh cheer up, Sev," said a voice behind him. Mary, one of his only true friends at Hogwarts,
The Grapes of Wrath takes place during the dust bowl, an era in the 30’s when life in the Midwest was altered due to the monstrous impact of the frequent dust storms. The Jode family, like all of their neighbors, are forced to stay inside where the dust would be less harsh. When the storm finally passed, they go outside and notice that there is a coating of dust everywhere, even on the dying corn that is bending to the side because there is no moisture in the soil for its roots to grab onto. This was just one of the many storms of the dust bowl era, not particularly the worst one. Some storms would leave entire towns covered in feet of dusty soil.
I feel very homesick and I wish I had not decided to join the war so early As I am writing to you, I am sitting inside this trench that was dug for our protection. Most of the trenches are around two meters deep and we covered them up with sand bags to hide us from our enemies. The conditions down here are atrocious. The temperature is bitter cold, and the heavy rains would at times flood the trenches and turn the soil into thick, slimy mud. The trenches would fill with water up to our waists.
To protect against the cold he had been wearing no fewer than eight layers of clothes. The faithful crowded into the church to pray for his soul but, as the body grew cold, the lice living in the multiple layers of clothes began crawling out. The chronicler records the scene: "The vermin boiled over like water in a simmering cauldron, and the onlookers burst into alternate weeping and laughter." The manuals of etiquette had prescribed no proper behaviour for such a problem. By the 16th century, however, there were rules laid down for the gentry on how to deal with lice at the table.
He would leave as suddenly as he had arrived and his next visit was just an expectation. ‘He lived in the hills outside Maldon, between two granite boulders sealed with corrugated iron, branches and bits of timber... Not far from this rude shelter he built a small shed in which he kept awful concoctions that he had cooked, sometimes in his own urine.’ The use of blunt words harshly describes the extent of Vacek’s illness and emphasizes why he is so far from regular societal behaviour. Arim Greder, in his picture book, The Island also incorporates isolation. Greder, with limited text and dominating images, expresses the ides that an individual who feels isolated or is physically outcasted will directly experience a sense of
There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time””. by how Jem describes him you can tell that Boo Radley isn’t exactly what you would call normal… you can also tell that by the way Jem describes his house: “the house was low, was once white with a deep front porch and green shutters, but had long ago darkened to the color of the slate-grey around it. Rain rotten shingles drooped over the eaves of the varanda, oak trees kept the sun away.” This very long quote (which appears on page 9) is a typical haunted house picture and it is also the house of Boo Radley. This quote doesn’t say anything about Boo’s personality but you can understand that he isn’t normal. “Inside the house lives a malevolent phantom, people said he existed, but Jem and I had never seen him.
Pointer Finger Sitting in a chair next Jill, my only cousin older than me we listen to the auctioneer ramble on. It was late and for some strange reason the door was propped open. The cold breeze blew through the door as if old man winter were trying to cool his soup. The smell of cigarette smoke danced with the smell of popcorn and hotdogs so closely than it was deliciously disgusting. The chairs we sat in were frigid and unwavering.