2) Choose 3 out of the following 4 (passages, images, or text pairings).
Always begin at the descriptive level: what's the passage/artifact doing, how does it work (formally); what's it saying; what big ideas is it grappling with? Move
horizontally by putting it in conversation with the period; how does it fit into this period, how does it connect with at least one other work? (For pairings, make sure to first focus on relating the two texts together.)
a)
But the great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it was like an open door that nobody could shut.
MAN. Quien sabe? You got to learn that, kid, if you're figuring on
coming with me. It's the answer to everything -below the Rio Grande.
WOMAN. What does it mean?
MAN. It means -who knows?
WOMAN. Keen sabe?
MAN. Yep -don't forget it -now.
WOMAN. I'll never forget it!
MAN. Quien sabe?
WOMAN. And I'll never get to use it. I'll never get -below the Rio Grande -I'll never get out of here.
b)
My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are
something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of
my line was my grandfather’s brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the
wholesale hardware business that my father carries on to-day. I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him — with special reference to the rather hard-boiled
painting that hangs in father’s office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father,
and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid
so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm centre of the world, the Middle West now seemed like
the ragged edge of the universe — so I decided to go East and learn the bond business.
c) It is our faith and the faith of many, that we are living in the first days of a renascent period, a time which means for America the coming of that national self-consciousness which is the beginning of greatness. In all such epochs the arts cease to be
private matters; they become not only the expression of the national life but a means to its enhancement. [
Seven Arts Editorial]
d)
| He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time, | |
| And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said. | |
| Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said. | 150 |
| Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look. | |
| HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME | |
| If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said, | |
| Others can pick and choose if you can’t. | |
| But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling. | 155 |
| You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. | |
| (And her only thirty-one.) | |
| I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face, | |
| It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. | |
| (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.) | 160 |
| The chemist said it would be alright, but I’ve never been the same. |
d, failed. The screen's dead white
Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light
Stabbing the eyes; and as I stumbled out
The curtain rose. A fat girl with a pout
And legs like hams, began to sing "His Mother".
Gusts of bad air rose in a choking smother;
Smoke, the wet steam of clothes, the stench of plush,
Powder, cheap perfume, mingled in a rush.
I stepped into the lobby — and stood still
Struck dumb by sudden beauty, body and will.
Cleanness and rapture — excellence made plain —
The storming, thrashing arrows of the rain!
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great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the
lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it was like an open
door that nobody could shut. The land and all its dreariness could never
close in on you. You had only to look at the lake, and you knew you
would soon be free.
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great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the
lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it was like an open
door that nobody could shut. The land and all its dreariness could never
close in on you. You had only to look at the lake, and you knew you
would soon be free.
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great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the
lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it was like an open
door that nobody could shut. The land and all its dreariness could never
close in on you. You had only to look at the lake, and you knew you
would soon be free.
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