“Bakha felt a queer sadistic delight staring at the beggars moaning for alms but not receiving any. They seemed to him despicable” (Anand 118).
Anand, Mulk Raj. Untouchable. Penguin Classics, New York, 2014.
Early Twentieth-Century Fiction
English 358:358, Spring 2021
“Bakha felt a queer sadistic delight staring at the beggars moaning for alms but not receiving any. They seemed to him despicable” (Anand 118).
Anand, Mulk Raj. Untouchable. Penguin Classics, New York, 2014.
“It was the meanest moment of eternity” (Hurston 184).
Hurston, Zora Neale. Their Eyes Were Watching God. Harper Perennial, New York, 1937, pp. 184.
“Grins, cries / Amen, / Shouts hosanna” (Toomer 49).
Toomer, Jean. Cane. New York, Liverwright, 1923.
“Bit of a dandy, your visitor, what?” (Sayers 21).
Sayers, Dorothy L. Whose Body?. New York, Harper & Brothers, 1923.
“Indeed, his own life was a miracle; let him make no mistake about it; here he was, in the prime of life, walking to his house in Westminster to tell Clarissa that he loved her. Happiness is this, he thought” (Woolf 61).
Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. Benediction Classics, Oxford, 2017, pp. 61.
“Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing-room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!” (Woolf 66).
Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. Benediction Classics, Oxford, 2017, pp. 66.
“Their piety would be like their names, like their faces, like their clothes and it was idle for him to tell himself that their humble and contrite hearts, it might be, paid a far richer tribute of devotion than his had ever been, a gift tenfold more acceptable than his elaborate adoration.”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Oxford University Press, Oxford, 2000, page 140.
“He had forgotten what his book was about.”
“The Middle Years” metonymically represents Dencombe because he forgets the contents of his book and his purpose in life.
Henry James, “The Middle Years”, H. James Complete Stories 1892-1898, The Library of America, 1996, page 337.
“He was lost, he was lost—he was lost if he couldn’t be saved.”
Dencombe is lost in the sense that he is reflecting on his life, his regrets, and the grief of his wife and son.
Henry James, “The Middle Years”, H. James Complete Stories 1892-1898, The Library of America, 1996, page 345.