Although the Bottom is geographically higher than Medallion, socially and economically the black community is considered lower than their white counterparts, as were all blacks in the early twentieth century, when the novel begins. Ironically, when the novel ends, the black community will have moved down into the valley, and the white people will have bought property and moved up onto the hilltop. Morrison creates situations in which characters behave differently from what we might expect. For example, inat Nel's wedding celebration, the old people dance with the young people, and the church women drink the spiked punch.
Original Text Modern Text How fared it with him then? Were there not the brilliant particles of a halo in the air about his head? So etherealized by spirit as he was, and so apotheosized by worshipping admirers, did his footsteps in the procession really tread upon the dust of earth?
So what did he make of it? Being so filled with spirit, and held up so high by his worshippers, did his footsteps really fall upon the dust of the earth? As the ranks of military men and civil fathers moved onward, all eyes were turned towards the point where the minister was seen to approach among them.
The shout died into a murmur, as one portion of the crowd after another obtained a glimpse of him. How feeble and pale he looked amid all his triumph! The energy—or say, rather, the inspiration which had held him up, until he should have delivered the sacred message that brought its own strength along with it from Heaven—was withdrawn, now that it had so faithfully performed its office.
The glow, which they had just before beheld burning on his cheek, was extinguished, like a flame that sinks down hopelessly among the late-decaying embers. It seemed hardly the face of a man alive, with such a deathlike hue; it was hardly a man with life in him, that tottered on his path so nervelessly, yet tottered, and did not fall!
As the military men and civic leaders moved past, all eyes turned toward the point where the minister could be seen drawing near. The shouts quieted to a murmur as one part of the crowd and then another caught a glimpse of him.
How weak and pale he looked even in his triumph! The fire that had glowed on his cheek was extinguished like a flame that sinks down into the dying embers.
His face hardly seemed to belong to a living man—its color was so deathly. It was hardly a man with life in him who wobbled along his path—wobbled, but did not fall! One of his clerical brethren,—it was the venerable John Wilson,—observing the state in which Mr.
Dimmesdale was left by the retiring wave of intellect and sensibility, stepped forward hastily to offer his support.
There stood Hester, holding little Pearl by the hand! And there was the scarlet letter on her breast! The minister here made a pause; although the music still played the stately and rejoicing march to which the procession moved. It summoned him onward,—onward to the festival! One of his fellow ministers—the great John Wilson—saw the condition in which the retreating wave of inspiration had left Mr.
Dimmesdale and stepped quickly forward to offer his support. The minister refused his arm, though he trembled as he did so. He kept walking forward, if it could be described as walking. The minister paused here, although the band still played its stately and joyful march and the procession moved forward.
The music summoned him onward to the festival, but he paused here. Bellingham, for the last few moments, had kept an anxious eye upon him. He now left his own place in the procession, and advanced to give assistance; judging from Mr. The crowd, meanwhile, looked on with awe and wonder.
Bellingham had kept an anxious eye upon him for the last few moments. Now he left his own place in the procession to give assistance.
It would not have seemed too great a miracle for one so holy to ascend right before their eyes, growing dimmer and yet brighter as he finally faded into the light of Heaven! He turned towards the scaffold, and stretched forth his arms.
He turned toward the platform and extended his arms. Come, my little Pearl! The child, with the bird-like motion which was one of her characteristics, flew to him, and clasped her arms about his knees.
Hester Prynne—slowly, as if impelled by inevitable fate, and against her strongest will—likewise drew near, but paused before she reached him. At this instant old Roger Chillingworth thrust himself through the crowd,—or, perhaps, so dark, disturbed, and evil was his look, he rose up out of some nether region,—to snatch back his victim from what he sought to do!
Be that as it might, the old man rushed forward and caught the minister by the arm. He gave them a ghastly look, but there was something both tender and strangely triumphant to it. The child, with her birdlike motion, flew to him and clasped her arms around his knees.
Hester Prynne—slowly, as if moved against her will by an inevitable fate—also drew near, but paused before she reached him.Apr 22, · Mother's Day Poem. Activity. Mother's Day Poem (21 ratings) Can find, among their burning terms of love, For artistic writers and lovers of poetry, here's a literary analysis page featuring a famous poem by Walt Whitman.
Middle school. Worksheet. I Took My Power in My Hand 3/5(21). The glow, which they had just before beheld burning on his cheek, was extinguished, like a flame that sinks down hopelessly among the late-decaying embers. It seemed hardly the face of a man alive, with such a deathlike hue; it was hardly a man with life in him, that tottered on his path so nervelessly, yet tottered, and did not fall!
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