It was inevitable that she should accept any inconsistency and cruelty from her deity as all good worshippers do from theirs. All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
-Their Eyes Were Watching God
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
-Their Eyes Were Watching God
I really like Their Eyes Were Watching God because it is an excellent example of poetic prose. The author uses parallel structure and figurative language to create a rhythmic feeling feeling within the prose setting.
The last clear definite function of man—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man. To build a wall, to build a house, a dam, and in the wall and house and dam to put something of Manself, and to Manself take back something of the wall, the house the dam; to take hard muscles from the lifting, to take the clear lines and form from conceiving. For man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
-The Grapes of Wrath
I really love this example of prose because it is such an excellent example of parallel structure. Through the use of parallel structure the author creates a progressive movement of mankind, connecting what he is with what he must do to remain as man.
It was a close place. I took . . . up [the letter I'd written to Miss Watson], and held it in my hand. I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself: “All right then, I'll go to hell”—and tore it up. It was awful thoughts and awful words, but they was said. And I let them stay said; and never thought no more about reforming.
-The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
This is an excellent example of the use of dialect within a work of literature. I fell like in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn the language becomes another character, representing the culture of the south, and it's role in the story. I also like the innocent point of view that has a great effect on the reader.
And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just said it to make them stop and didn't really mean it. But that isn't true. At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there's no other way of saving yourself and you're quite ready to save yourself that way. You want it to happen to the other person. You don't give a damn what they suffer. All you care about is yourself.
-1984
I think this is a great example of the style reflecting the message of the novel. The direct style, that seeks only to explain what happened and as little as emotion as possible reflects the cold world that comes from a tyrannical government.
He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.
-The Great Gatsby
I like how this text uses description to capture the reader. As the narrator is captivated by the character's smile, the reader is similarly entranced.
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