Showing posts with label parallelism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parallelism. Show all posts

Entry #18

"I know. Please don't remember it. I was crazy."
"That's all right."
He was crying. His voice was funny. He lay there in his white shirt on the bed in the dark. His polo shirt. [page 198].

I like the sense of parallelism that these sentences are written in-- He/His/He/His. Cohn has a major break down at this point in the story after he beats up Romero. He finally realizes that Brett will never love him no matter what he does. He breaks down to Jake and says he is going away. I believe his pain would be too much to bear if he stayed around Brett any longer. It can't be easy to hear that the love of his love does not love him, and yet he does not even know that Jake is in the same boat. Jake, though, is good at hiding it and not even thinking about his loving emotions toward Brett. Come to think of it, he only thinks toward Brett in an angry matter and not in a very loving manner even though he will do anything for her.

These characters are all fickle and it's kind of annoying after a while. I want to yell at them, "Get a back bone!"

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Entry #9

"It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing." [page 42].

This quote reminded me of something I frequently think of. People are always afraid of the dark, but darkness is only absence of light. With that in mind, there is no darkness, only light and absence of light. When I get bored, my mind tends to wander to this thought. Hemingway embodies this thought of mine but changes it a little bit. It is always easy to be mad at someone during the day, but at night worries tend to drop away. When you are sleeping, it tends to be peaceful for the most part. Sleep is the time of the day that we do not have to worry about all of our troubles and afflictions we have had thrust upon us. So in this thinking, I don't really believe in darkness, because nothing is actually different in the dark besides the light being absent. Deep thinking right there. :]

There is also some parallelism on the next page [43].

"She was standing looking away, the thread in her folded hands. The man was urging two tourists to buy."

Basically every good writer uses parallelism though...so unfortunately it's not as exciting to write about.

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