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. L= D= S= Purpose:

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