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Analyzing Style as it Relates to
Purpose
Directions
• Review your Style Notes and keep your Unit goals in mind.
• Now, please read over the slides 5-11 in this PowerPoint all of
which exemplify fantastic writing from a variety of genres.
Choose any one slide, print it out, and annotate for LDS right
on the paper following the model we used in class. Handwrite
the author’s or poet’s purpose and tone at the bottom of the
paper.
Twenty bodies were thrown out of our wagon.
Then the train resumed its journey, leaving
behind it a few hundred naked dead, deprived of
burial, in the deep snow of a field in Poland.
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The Sound and the Fury
I slowed still more, my shadow pacing me,
dragging its head through the weeds that hid
the fence.
William Faulkner
“High Tide in Tucson”
Art is the antidote that can call us
back from the edge of numbness,
restoring the ability to feel for
another.
Barbara Kingsolver
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
• Meanwhile, the United States, thirsting for
revenge, was prowling the country north and
west of the Black Hills, killing Indians wherever
they could be found.
• Dee Brown
Cannery Row
• Doc awakened very slowly and clumsily like a
fat man getting out of a swimming pool. His
mind broke the surface and fell back several
times.
– John Steinbeck
“President Woodrow Wilson Present an Ideal to
the War Congress”
While we do these things, these deeply
momentous things, let us be very clear, and
make very clear to all the world, what our
motives and our objects are.
Woodrow Wilson
Brave New World
He had been prepared to lie, to bluster, to
remain sullenly unresponsive, but, reassured
by the good-humored intelligence of the
Controller’s face, he decided to tell the truth,
straightforwardly.
Aldous Huxley
Possession: A Romance
• Her face was white and sharp and slightly gleaming
in the candlelight, like bone. No hint of pink. And the
hair. So fine, so pale, so much, crimped by its plaiting
into springy zigzag tresses, clouding neck and
shoulders, shining metallic in the candlelight,
catching a hint, there it was, of green again, from the
reflection of a large glazed cache-pot containing a
vigorous sword-leafed fern.
– A. S. Byatt
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Newts are the most common of salamanders. Their
skin is a lighted green, like water in a sunlit pond,
and rows of very right red dots line their backs.
They have gills as larvae; as they grow they turn a
luminescent red, lose their gills, and walk out of
the water to spend a few years padding around in
damp places on the forest floor. Their feet look like
fingered baby hands, and they walk in the same
leg patterns as all four-footed creatures - dogs,
mules, and, for that matter, lesser pandas.
Annie Dillard
Of Mice and Men
But George sat stiffly on the bank and looked at
his right hand that had thrown the gun away.
John Steinbeck
“I Hear an Army Changing Upon the Land”
I hear an army changing upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about
their knees:
Arrogant, in black armor, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the
charioteers.
James Joyce
“The Black Cat”
No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into
silence, then I was answered by a voice from within
the tomb! - by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like
the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into
one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly
anomalous and inhuman - a howl! - a wailing shriek,
half of horror and half of triumph, such as might
have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the
throats of the damned in their agony and of the
demons that exult in the damnation.
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
• Pots rattled in the kitchen where Momma was
frying corn cakes to go with vegetable soup for
supper; and the homey sounds and scents
cushioned me as I read of Jane Eyre in the cold
English mansion of a colder English
gentleman.
» Maya Angelou
The House on Mango Street
When I am too sad and too skinny to keep
keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so
many bricks, then it is I look at trees.
Sandra Cisneros
“Today”
This is earthquake
Weather!
Honor and Hunger
Walk lean
Together.
Langston Hughes
“Sailing to Byzantium”
An aged man is but a paltry thing/
A tattered coat upon a stick….
W. B. Yeats