Unit 'Understanding Prose' AN: 1.0 Objectives
Unit 'Understanding Prose' AN: 1.0 Objectives
INTRODUCTION
Structure
1.0       Objectives
1.1       Introduction
1.2       Prose and Poetry
          1.2.1 Difference between Prose and Poetry
          1.2.2 Denotation and Connotation
1.3       Varieties of Prose
          1.3.1 Descriptive Prose
          1.3.2 Narrative Prose
          1.3.3 Expository Prose
1.4       Forms of Prose
          1.4.1 Short Story
          1.4.2 Novel
          1.4.3 Essay, Letter, Travelogue
          1.4.4 Biography, Autobiography, Diary and Speeches
1.5       Figures of Speech
1.6       Let Us Sum Up
1.7       Answers to Exercises
1.0 OBJECTIVES
1.1 INTRODUCTION
As you know, the present course is divided into two        .The fitst-deals with ,
varieties of prose while the second concentrates on different prose forms.           -
This unit aims to provide a general introduction to the varieties and forms of
prose. We shall discuss descriptive prose at some length in tde next three units '
in this block. A detailed study of each variety 'and form of prose will be           '
provided in subsequent blocks. In short, the first unit of this block gives a
general introduction to the whole course. Units 2-4 deal specifically with
descriptive prose.                                                     *
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In this unit, we shall first examine the difference between prose and poetry.
Descriptive Prose   This will be followed by a discussion of three varieties of prose. We shall then
                    give you a brief introduction to the forms of prose that you will read in greater
                    detail later in the course.
                    You may like to skim through the unit first and then tackle each section in         "
                    detail. We would advise you to read each section carefully before attempting
                    the exercises. These are fairly simple and you should complete them before
                    looking at the answers given at the end.
PROSE
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                                                          LETTER & TRAVELOGUE
                                                                             BIOGRAPHY1
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                    EXPOSITORY                                           AUTOBIOGRAPHY
                    The word"prose' is taken from the Latin 'prose' which means 'direct' or
                    'straight'. Broadly speaking, prose is direct or straightforward writing. In            '
                    poetry, which is generally written in verse, a lot of things may be left to the
                    imagination of the reader.
A French poet and critic, Paul Valeiy, compared prose to walking and poetry
to dancing. We walk in order to go from one place to another. We do it for a
particular purpose. When we walk for exercise, we do it for the improvement
of our health. In other words, walking is utilitarian, that is, it is something that   I
we do with a purpose in view. We are talking about ordinary prose and not
literary prose. Ordinary prose is like walking. We use words to give
information, to get something done, to make someone do what we want
himher to do, and so on. In ordinary prose, what is important is the message.
But this is not the primary consideration in literary prose. What is important
also is how language is used, how ideas and emotions are communicated and
how the style suits the content.
In dancing, every gesture is important for the position that it occupies in that
particular dance. No one posture is more important or less important than
another. Each gesture contributes to the total effect of the dance. In the same
way, in a good poem or a piece of literary prose, every word is important for
the position it occupies in it, and contributes to its total effect. Again, in a
good dance, when the dance is on, you cannot distinguish the dancer from the
dance. In any great poem or passage of literary prose, it will be difficult to
separate the effect of the medium from the effect of the message. We do
paraphrase a poem, but the paraphrase of a poem is not the poem. A prose
piece can be paraphrased, summarised but not a poem. The meaning of the
poem is the meaning that you experience every time you read the poem and
you cannot say of any poem that you've exhausted it. .The 'literariness' of a
particular poem or prose piece lies partly in this quality. A literary piece
usually has layers of meaning, for the writer works through suggestion,
allusion, imagery and other such devices. The use of literary devices alone
does not make a piece "literary". What is important,is the way in whibh they .
contribute to the unity and thereby the final effect of the piece. Every time you
Descriptive Prose   go to it, you get a new meaning, a new aesthetic delight. This is mainly
                    because of the connotation of the words in poetry.
                    Now that you have seen the general difference between poetry and prose, let
                    us turn to the varieties of prose. Let us examine the nature and characteristics
                    of descriptive, narrative and expository prose briefly. These varieties will be
                    discussed in detail in subsequent units. Here we only aim to give you a
                    general introduction.
                    Descrip'tive writing describes things as they are or as they appear to be. It can
                    be the description of a person or a landscape or an event. In descriptive
    writing, we are able to see things as they are or were seen or heard or             'Understanding Prose':
    imagined by the describer. A good description translates the writer's               An Introduction
    observation into vivid details and creates an atmosphere of its own. Through
    hisher description, the author tries to recreate what she has seen or imagined.
    A fine description is a painting in words. Here is a description of Mr. Squeers
    in Charles Dickens' Nicholas Nickleby (1838-39):
Glossary
    prepossessing:        inspiring
    puckered up:          full of folds and wrinkles
    sinister:             wicked, evil
    protruding:           jutting out, projecting
    scholastic:           formall academic
    This is a graphic description of the appearance of Mr. Squeers. The details are
    so sharp that we can easily visualize the person. We are told about his height,
    his eye, his face, hair, forehead and dress. A successful description, it enables
    us to picture the person vividly. It is also a very enjoyable passage. Did you
    notice the irony in 'He had but one eye, and the popular prejudice runs in
    favour of two'? The irony and subtle humour continue throughout the
    passage so that the reader cannot help smiling to her1 himself. The eye is
    further likened to 'the fan-light of a street door'- a very interesting and
    unusual analogy. You. must also have noticed how carefully Dickens chooses
    his words so that we can 'see' the hair that was 'very flat and shiny', 'hear'
    his 'harsh voice' and so on. These then are some of the devices that you will
    find used effectively in literary prose.
                    As we have seen, successful description makes you visualize the scene or. the
                    person. Generally, description is not an independent form of writing, that is, a
                    whole book will not consist of descriptions alone. It is often used as an aid to
                    narrative or expository writing. Its main purpose is to describe a sense
                    impression or a mo.od. We will discuss this in greater detail in the next three
                    units of this block.
                    What happens? Why does it happen? When does it happen? How does it
                    happen? Where does it happen and to whom does it happen? All these
                    questions are answered satisfactorily in a narrative. What makes a narrative
                    interesting is not just what is said but the way it is said. Look at this passage
                    from Charles Dickens' novel Oliver Twist (1837). Here we shall read about
                    the trial of the Artful Dodger when he is produced in court on charges of pick-
                    pocketing.
                           It was indeed Mr Dawkins, who, shuffling into the office with
                           the big coat sleeves tucked up as usual, his left hand in his
                           pocket, and his hat in his right hand, preceded the jailer, with a
                           rolling gait altogether indescribable, and, taking his place in
                           the dock, requested in an audible voice to know what he was
                           placed in that El ere disgraceful sitivation for.
         'Hold your tongue, will you?' said the jailer.                   'Understanding Prose':
         'I'm an Englishman, ain't I?' rejoined the Dodger; 'where are    An Introduction
        my privileges?'
         'You'll get your privileges soon enough,' retorted the jailer,
1        'and pepper with O em.'
1        'We'll see wot the Secretary of State for the Home Affairs has
        got to say to the beaks, if I don't', replied Mr Dawkins. 'Now
        then! Wot is this here business? I shall thank the madg'strates
        to dispose of this here little affair, and not to keep me while
        they read the paper for I've got an appointment with a
        genelman in the city, and as I'm a man of my word and very
        punctual in business matters, he'll go away if I ain't there to
        my time, and then pr'aps there won't be an action, for damage
        against as kept me away. Oh, no, certainly not!'
        At this point the Dodger, with a show of being very particular
        with a view to proceedings to be had thereafter, desired the
        jailer to communicate 'the names of them two files as was on
        the bench', which so tickled the spectators, that they laughed
        almost as heartily as Master Bates could have done if he had
        heard the request.
         'Silence there!' cried the jailer.
         'What is this?' inquired one of the magistrates.
         'A pick-pocketing case, your worship.'
         'Has the boy ever been here before?'
         'He ought to have been, a many times,' replied the jailer. 'He
        has been pretty well everywhere else. 1 know him well, your
        worship.'
         'Oh! You know me, do you?' cried the Artful, making a note
        of the statement. 'Wery good. That's a case of deformation of
        character anyway.'
        Here there was another laugh, and another cry of silence.
         'Now then, where are the witnesses?' said the clerk.
         'Ah! That's right,' added the Dodger. 'Where are they? 1
         should like to see Oem.' This wish was immediately gratified,
        for a policeman stepped forward who had seen the prisoner
    .    attempt the pocket of an unknown gentleman in a crowd, and
        indeed take a handkerchief therefrom, which, being a very old
        one, he deliberately put back again, after trying it on his own
        countenance. For this reason, he took the Dodger into custody
        as soon as he could get near him, and the said Dodger being
         searched, had upon his person a silver snuff-box, with the
         owner's name engraved upon the lid. This gentleman had been
         discovered on reference to the Court Guide, and being then
         and there present, swore that the snuff-box was his, and that
        he had missed it on the previous day, the moment he had
         disengaged himself from the crowd before referred to. He had
         also remarked a young gentleman in the throng particularly
         active in making his way about, and that young gentleman was
        the prisoner before him.
         'Have you anything to ask this witness, boy?' said the
         magistrate.
          'I wouldn't abase myself by descending to hold no
         con ,?~rsationwith him,' replied the Dodger.
          'Have you anything to say at all?'
Descriptive Prose          'Do you hear his worship ask if you have anything to say?'
                           inquired the jailer, nudging the silent Dodger with his elbow.
                           'Ibeg your pardon,' said the Dodger, looking up with an air of
                           abstraction. 'Did you redress yourself to me, my man?'
                           'I never see such an out-and-out young wagabond, your
                           worship,' observed the officer with a grin. 'Do you mean to
                           say anything, you young shaver?'
                             'No,' replied the Dodger, 'not here, for this ain't the shop for
                           justice; besides which, my attorney is a-breakfasting this
                           morning with the Wice-President of the House of Commons;
                           but I shall have something to say elsewhere, and so will he,
                           and so will a very numerous and Uspectable circle of
                           acquaintance as'll make them beaks wish they'd never been
                           born, or that they'd got their footmen to hang Uem up to their
                           own hat-pegs afore they let Oem come out this morning to try
                           it on upon me. I'll -'
                            'There! He's fully committed!' interposed the clerk. 'Take him
                           away.'
                            'Come on,' said the jailer.
                            'Oh, ah! 1'11 come on,' replied the Dodger, brushing his hat
                           with the palm of his hand. 'Ah! (to the Bench), it's no use your
                           looking frightened; I won't show you no mercy, not a ha'porth
                           of it. You'll pay for this, my fine fellers. I wouldn't be you for
                           something! I wouldn't go free, now, if you was to fall down on
                           your knees and ask me. Here, carry me off to prison! Take me
                           away!'
                    This is a hilarious passage that tells us about the Artful Dodger's defiant
                    conduct at his trial ('I'm an Englishman: ain't I? ...where are my
                    priweleges?'). We respond at one level to the hilarious situation but at another
                    we also wonder: what should the poor do against such oppressive judicial
                    systems? ('This aint the shop of justice'). We also get a clear picture of the
                    Artful Dodger: his 'coat-sleeves tucked up', his 'hand in his pocket' and his
                    'rollingr gait' are described vividly at the outset. What then follows is a
                    dialogue full of ironical, witty and quick rejoinders by this habitual offender.
                    This is alternated with third person narration: "At this point the Dodger, with
                    a show of being very particular with a view to proceedings to be had
                    thereafter, desired the jailer to communicate 'the names of them two files as
                    was on the bench'; which so tickled the spectators, that they laughed almost as
                    heartily as Master Bates could have done if he had heard the request". In
                    short, what we wish to point out is that narrative writing makes use of
                    narration as well as description. In order to dramatize the situation, dialogues
                    and conversations are introduced so that the writer is able to recreate the
                    situation and communicate the experience.
                    1.3.3 Expository Prose
                    ~x~osito&    writing deals in definition, explanation or interpretation. It
                    includes writing on science, law, philosophy, technology, political science,
                    history and literary criticism. Exposition is a form of logical presentation. Its
                    primary object is to explain and clarify. It presents details concretely and
                    exactly. Expository writing is writing that explains. But we are not interested
                    in writing that merely explains. We are interested in expository writing that
                    can be read as literahre. The following is a piece of expository prose:
               In the leg there are two bones, the tibia andfibula. The tibia or           'Understanding Prow':
               shin-bone is long and strong and bears the weight of the body,              An Introduction
               The fibula or splint bone is an equally long but much slenderer
               bone, and is attached to the tibia as a pin is to a brooch.
                                 (Leonard Hill, Manual of Human Physiology)
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        This piece clearly defines the two bones, the tibia and the fibula. But can this
        be read as literature? Now let us look at another piece of expository prose.
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i              Now mark another big difference between the natural slavery
               of man to Nature and the unnatural slavery of man to man.
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I              Nature is kind to her slaves. If she forces you to eat and drink,
I              she makes eating and drinking so pleasant that when we can
11             afford it we eat and drink too much. We must sleep or go mad:
               but then sleep is so pleasant that we have great difficulty in
               getting up in the morning. And firesides and families seem so
               pleasant to the young that they get married and join building
               societies to realize their dreams. Thus, instead of resenting our
               natural wants as slavery, we take the greatest pleasure in their
               satisfaction. We write sentimental songs in praise of them. A
I              tramp can earn his supper by singing Home, Sweet Home.
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               The slavery of man to man is the very opposite of this. It is
               hateful to the body and to the spirit. Our poets do not praise it;
               they proclaim that no man is good enough to be another man's
               master. The latest of the great Jewish prophets, a gentleman
               named M m , spent his life in proving that there is no
               extremity of selfish cruelty at which the slavefy of man to man
               will stop if it be not stopped 'by law. You can see for yourself
              ,that it produces a state of continual civil war- called the class
               war-between the slaves and their masters, organized as Trade
               Unions on one side and Employers' Federations on the other.
               (G.B.Shaw, 'Freedom'--one of% series of BBC Radio Tdks-
               18 June, 1935 in Modern Prose, Michael Thorpe, pp 147-48)
        There is a clear difference between the .two passages. Shaw puts across his
    I   argument logically and convincingly. He first talks about the natural slavery
        of man to Nature by giving a series of examples. He 'then contrasts this with
        the unnatural slavery of man to man. By use of contrast, this argument is
        fuaher strengthened. The result is that difficult concepts like freedom and
        slavery are readily ,understood. What is, however, remarkable is that his use of
        simple language, tongue-in-cheek manner and conversational style
        immediately strikes a sympathetic and receptive Chord in the reader. These
        two .passages must have given you some idea about the difference between
        literary and non-literary expository writing. The diffkrent varieties of
        expository wqting will be discussed in greater detail in Block 3.
               Read the following passages and name the dominant variety of prosp
               that you find in each, descriptive, expasitory and narrative:
               (a)     Sambo of the bandy legs slanimed the carriage-door on his
                      young weeping mistress. He sprang up behind €he carriage.
                       'Stop!' cried Miss Jemima, rushing to the gate w i a a parcel.
                       'It's some sandwiches, my dear', said she to Amelia.
Descriptive Prose                 'You may be hungry, you know; and Becky, Becky Sharp,
                                  here's a book for you that my sister - that is, I - Johnson's
                                  Dictionary, you know; you must not !cave us without that.
                                  Good-bye. Drive on, coachman God bless you.'
                                  And the kind creature retreated into the garden, overcome with
                                  emotions. But, lo! and just as the coach drove off, Miss Sharp
                                  put her pale face out of the window, and actually flung the
                                  book back into the garden.
                                                         W.M. Thackeray, Vanity Fair (1847-48)
                           (b)    Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown
                                  into relief by poor dress. Her hand and wrist were so finely
                                  formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than
                                  those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters;
                                  and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to
                                  gain the more dignity from her plain garments, which by the
                                  side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine
                                  quotation from the Bible, -- or from one of our elder poets, -- in
                                  a paragraph of today's newspaper.
                                                            George Eliot, Middlemarch ( 1 87 1-72)
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                    The division of prose into three kinds - descriptive, narrative and expository,
                    is a rough one. You may find good description in narrative writing. When you
                    explain, you may also describe and narrate to make your explanation
effective. The three divisions are not rigid. A good writer may use a little           'Understanding Prose':
description here, a little narration there, and a bit of exposition in another         An Introduction
place. A knowledge of the three varieties is useful in that you can appreciate
how the writer makes use of one or more of them effectively. You would
realize that they are very often used in combination and they rarely exist
alone.
Having discussed the different kinds of writing, let us discuss briefly the
different literary forms in prose. Some of the prose forms are the novel, short
story, essay, letter, travelogue, biography and autobiography, diary and
speeches. Let us look at each of these f o h s briefly now. They will be
discussed in detail in subsequent blocks.
There arc,'twd kinds of essays. One is informal or personal and the other
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forrqal. You can saylanything you like in an informal essay so long as it i s
Descriptive Prose   interesting and pleasing to the reader. It is written in a light style. Its purpose
                    is to delight and entertain the reader. The style of the essay is generally
                    familiar and conversational. The subjects can often be light such as in
                    'Apology for Idlers', 'On Tremendous Trifles', 'On Bores' and so on.
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                    Letter
Travelogue
                    A biography is the story of the life of an individual. Our concern here is with
                    biography as a piece of literature. A good biography usually tries to project an
                    objective picture of the life of a particular person. It avoids the temptation
                    either to praise too much or to be too severe and critical. In this kind of
                    writing, the writer selects the salient features of a particular life and gives
                    them a shape. It tries to make the reader share the hopes, the fears, the
                    interests and aspirations of that person.
                    The autobiographies of Gandhiji and Nehru are good exam~lesof this form of
                    writing. In Block 7, you will read excerpts from famous biographies and
                    autobiographies.
Diary                                                                                       'Understanding Prose':
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A diary belongs to the autobiographical genre of writing. It is a literary form
in which the writer maintains a regularly kept record of his or her own life and
thoughts. As a genre it has been practiced for over five hundred years. The
diary is also a valuable historical document of an individual life and gives us
written evidence of the historical, social and political circumstances of a
particular period.
Speeches
Let us now discuss some of the more commonly used figures of speech. This
will help you identify them when you are analysing a particular passage. Is it
enough to identify figures of speech? No. We must also be able to say why the
writer has used them and to what effect.
Figures of Speech
Let us consider this scenario. Deeply in love, a young man tells his friend:
'My girlfriend is very beautiful'. Without going into the question of whether
tk~ young lady in question was indeed beautiful or not, let us consider the
sentence. It is clearly a straightforward statement. On the other hand, Robert
Bums (1759-96), a Scottish poet, says the same thing but in more poetic
Descriptive Prose        words: 'My love is like a red red rose'. This is what we would call figurative
                         use of language. In other words, the poet is making use of a figure of speech, a
                         simile in this case, which we shall discuss a little later. First, let us be clear
                         a b u t what figurative language is. By comparing the above sentences, you
                         must have got an idea about what a figure of speech is. The first statement
                         gives us the literal meaning whereas in the second, words are used in a way
                         that is different from their literal meaning.
                         We shall now briefly discuss some of the more common figures of speech:
                         simile, metaphor; image; symbol; personification; metonymy; synecdoche;
                         apostrophe; hyperbole; understatement; irony.
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                         Simile
                         Image
                         An image is a visual picture evoked by the use of either a word or phrase.
                         Writers use imagery to make descriptive writing more effective; Does an
                         image only refer to the visual? No, an image can also refer to the sense of
                         taste, smell, touch and hearing. An image is usually written in the form of a
                         simile or metaphor. For example:
                                  There is a garden in her face,
                                  Where roses and white lilies grow.
                         What a beautiful and vivid word-picture is evoked by these      .
                                                                                           lines! Do you
                         think this is a simile or metaphor? It is a metaphor, isn't it?    .
Symbol                                                                            'Understanding Prose':
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An image is a description that enhances the significance of a literary work. A
symbol is something that stands for something else. A dove is a symbol of
peace. It is a concrete expression of an abstract concept such as peace. A
literary symbol is not simply descriptive like an image. It usually has a range
of meanings. In Bleak House, a novel by Charles Dickens, we have 'Fog
everywhere. Fog up the river, fog down the river. ....' Fog here is the symbol
of confusion, obscurity and the endless delays caused by outdated legal
practices.
Personification
Metonymy
Let us look at this sentence; 'I enjoy listening to Ravi Shankar'. What does
this mean? Ravi Shankar is the name of a great musician &d when we say 'I
enjoy listening to Ravi Shankar', we mean that we enjoy listening to his
music. Here the person's name is substituted for that of his music. In short,
metonymy means 'change of name'.
Syneedoche
You may have heard the expressing 'Doctor on wheels'. What does this
mean? Wheels here stand for transport and the doctor in question certainly
has this facility. Syneedoche then is a figure of speech in which we use a
word referring only to a part of something instead of the whole ('wheels'
instead of a vehicle).
Apostrophe
This is an address to a person or thing that is absent and not listening. As
Charles Lamb says; 'Waters of Sir Hugh Middleton - what a spark you were
like to have extinguished for ever!'
Hyperbole
A deliberate exaggeration for the sake of effect. For example, we often say 'I
nearly died of laughing'. We often use hyperbolic expressions .without
realizing it. Here is another example from Thoreau: 'The blue bird carries the
sky on his back'.
Understatement or Litotes
This is the opposite of hyperbole. Instead of exaggeration, the author
expresses himherself with restraint. The British are known for their habit of
Descriptive Prow   understatement. If someone is looking extremely ill, the Englishman may just
                   say 'You do look a bit under the weather!' Or for a person who died of a
                   bullet shot 'He stopped a bullet last night, poor chap'.
Irony
                   This is one of the most important figures of speech in English. Irony is saying
                   one thing while meaning another. In short irony occurs when a word or phrase
                   has one surface meaning and another different meaning beneath this surface.
                   The reader must Be able to understand the hidden meaning. Charles Dickens
                   describes.Mr. Squeers in his novel Nicholas Nickleby: 'He had but one eye,
                   and the popular prejudice runs in favour of two. The eye he had was
                   unquestionably' useful, but decidedly not ornamental.. ..' Irony usually gives
                   pleasure or relief and must not be confused with sarcasm which deliberately
                   inflicts pain.
                   i>      If you haven't been able to answer this, you should read sub-section
                           1.2.1 once again and then it will be easy to attempt the question.
                           Prose is direct or straightforward writing. Here the writer
                           communicates his/ her thoughts or feelings as clearly and precisely as
                           possible. On the other hand, poetry which is generally written in verse
                           leaves a lot of things unsaid and to the imagination of the reader. Prose
                           is like walking - that is, it is functional and provides information.
                           Poetry on the other hand, is like dancing, and aims to delight. A prose
                           piece can be paraphrased or summarized but not a poem. We can and
                           do paraphrase a poem, but the paraphrase of a poem is not the poem.         .
                           In prose, what is important is the message but in a poem what is
       important is the experience conveyed rather than any meaning or             'Understanding Prase':
       information.                                                                An Introduction
(ii)   Words, as we know, have a denotative as well as a connotative
       meaning. Denotation is the literal meaning of a word whereas the
       connotation is the meaning it has gained by association:For example a
       snake as we know is a reptile - but it is also very dangerous. So, if we
       call a human beinb a snake we mean that that person is dangerous.
       Similarly the word rose denotes a flower but because it is such a
       beautiful flower, if we call anyone a rose, we are referring to that
       person's beauty.
i)     a)      narrative prose
       b)      descriptive prose
       c)      expository prose
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Check Your Progress I11
2.G    Objectives
2.1    Introduction
2.2    Passage from H.G. Wells' The War of the Worlds
       2.2.1 Text
       2.2.2 Glossary
       2.2.3 Discussion
2.3    Passage from Isak Dinesen's Out of Africa
       2.3.1 Text
       2.3.2 Glossary
       2.3 3 Discussion
2.4    Let Us Sum Up
2.5    Answers to Exercises
If you read this unit carefully and complete the given exercises, you will be
able to:
2.1 INTRODUCTION
But, all the same, this distinction can be useful up to a point. Essentially,
describing people and places and objects and narrating what happened to them
are two related and complementary activities; indeed very often writers do
both in the course of the same sentence. However, description and narration.
need to be examined separately for the sake of training ourselves in looking at
and recognising the different functions of language. Various kinds of methods
    and techniques are employed by writers for describing and narrating. The real        Descriptive Prose-1
    distinction between the two is one of focus; and focus can keep shifting from
    one to the other, according to the writer's purpose and design. If the writer's
    purpose is to introduce us to an important character in a story, the author can
    attempt this introduction in any one of these ways or by using a extract in
    combination of several techniques. Take, for example, the case of the Martian
    in our very first extract in this unit. H.G. Wells does not directly present the
    Martian to us. He does this through another character in the novel, who
    narrates the story as well as describes what the Martian looks like.
    Descriptive writing, as you will see, may be either purely fictional asjn H.G.
    Wells' The War of the Worlds or it may present factual details as in the
    passage from Isak Dinesen's Out of Africa. You will notice that the
    presentation techniques -will differ in both cases. In your first passage, the
    Martian is not like any human being that anyone has seen before. The author,
    therefore, goes about this difficult task using many subtle tricks of the writer's
    craft. Describing and narrating might very well be considered two sides.of the
    same coin. Both descriptive and narrative elements are found throughout this
    passage. In describing the Martian in The War of the Worlds, Wells has to
    make his description convincing, giving it the illusion of reality. The Martian
    who exists only in the writer's imagination must be presented to the reader in
    such a way as to make him/ her believe that the Martian is real. Let's see how
    the writer accomplishes this task.
    H.G. Wells' The War of the Worlds is a book of science fiction published in
    1898 long before man had landed on the moon. The passage describes what
    happened after the Martians arrived inside a cylinder which landed on the
    earth with such great force that it made a large crater in the ground. The
    person who describes it returns to the site after a brief interval. In the mean
    time, a big crowd had collected around the crater. This extract has a few
    narrative elements but the main focus is on the writer's description of the
    Martian. Let us now take up this passage for discussion. The first thing to do
    is to read it carefully two or three times if necessary. Words and phrases that
    are unfamiliar or difficult should be looked up in a good dictionary. In the
    case of this passage, some of the words and phrases that are likely to be
    unfamiliar have been given in the glossary at the end of the passage.
    There are several myths or stories about the Gorgon sisters <andwe can find a
    number of references and allusions to them in literature. They had live
    writhing snakes on their heads instead of hair and anyone who saw their faces
    directly, was instantly turned to stone. If you look up a classical dictionary,
    you will get to know all about the Gorgon sisters.
    After you have made sense of all the strange and not so familiar words whose
    meanings you are not sure of, you should look up the references and allusions
    in the passage. In this case the references to the Gorgons is of crucial
'   importance to the understanding of the passage, because it is intended to
    suggest something equally terrifying and deadly.
Descriptive Prose       2.2.1 Text
                        The end of the cylinder was being screwed out from within. Nearly two feet of
                    ,   shining screw projected. Somebody blundered against me, and I narrowly
                        missed being pitched on to the top of the screw. I turned, and as I did so the
                        screw must have come out, and the lid of the cylinder fell upon the gravel with
                        a ringing concussion. I stuck my elbow into the person behind me, and turned
                        my head towards the thing again. For a moment that circular cavity seemed
                        perfectly black. I had the sunset in my eyes.
                        Those who have never seen a living Martian can scarcely imagine the strange
                        horror of their appearance. The peculiar V-shaped mouth with its pointed
                        upper lip, the absence of brow ridges, the absence of a chin beneath the
                        wedge-like lower lip, the incessant quivering of this mouth, the Gorgon
                        groups of tentacles, the tumultuous breathing of the lungs in a strange
                        atmosphere, the evident heaviness and ljainfulness of mdvement, due to the
                        greater gravitational energy of the earth - above all, the extraordinary
                        intensity of the immense eyes - culminated in an effect akin to nausea. There
                        was something fungoid in the oily brown skin, something in the clumsy
                        deliberation of their tedious movements unspeakably terrible. Even at this first
                        encounter, this first glimpse, I was overcome with disgust and dread.
                        Suddenly the monster vanished. It had toppled over the brim of the cylinder
                        and fallen into the pit, with a thud like the fall of a great mass of leather. I:
heard it give a peculiar thick cry, and forthwith another of these creatures         Descriptive Prose-1
appeared darkly in the deep shadow of the aperture.
At that my rigour of terror passed away. I turned and, running madly, made
for the first group of trees, perhaps a hundred yards away; but I ran slantingly
and stumbling, for I could not avert my face from these things.
2.2.2 Glossary
2.2.3 Discussion
When we read the passage carefully we notice that the author employs several
devices (or artifices, if you like) to avoid a direct description because the
subject is so unfamiliar that the reader's credibility has to be built up step by
step. So Wells does not describe the Martian directly, the way perhaps an
ordinary man or woman or an event could have been described. The person
b3o describes the Martian in the book keeps reminding us that he is part of
the crowd, and comes back again and again to the reactions of the others with
him. His own reactions, of course, are also recorded. If we pay particular
Descriptive Prase   attention to the words, phrases and sentences in the passage we can see that
                    the man takes his own time in coming to the actual description of the Martian.
                    This delayed description heightens suspense and arouses our expectations.
                    At the end,of the first paragraph, he reveals his inability to see things clearly:
                    "For a moment that circular cavity seemed perfectly black. I had the sunset in
                    my eyes." In the second                       he gradually arouses the reader's
                    curiosity, without really, satisfying it. "I think everyone expected to see a man
                    emerge ..... I know I did ....." In the third paragraph, he describes his own
                    reactions and those of the crowd. "A sudden chill came over me. There was a
                    loud shriek from a woman behind.. .. I saw astonishment giving place to
                    horror on the faces of the people about me.. .. and saw the people on the other
                    side of the pit running off.. .. and ungovernable terror gripped me. I stood
                    petrified and staring." It is only after all this that he attempts to say what the
                    Martian looks like. In the fourth paragraph, the point of view shifts again. It is
                    now assumed that all those present have become familiar with the sight of the
                    Martian and their reactions are now commented upon.
                    Note the clever repeated use of the definite article. "The peculiar V-shaped
                    mouth. ....the absence of a chin, the incessant quivering of the mouth.. ..." In
                    fact all these have not been described before, only mentioned; but the reader is
                    made to believe that these features are already familiar to the people who have
                    by now become acquainted with the sight of the strange creature. @Itis
                    necessary for a discerning reader to get behind the mass of words and
                    sentences and paragraphs with which the literary artist constructs his elaborate
                    verbal edifice, the product of his imagination. '
                    i)'    Which words in the passage indicate the attitude of the describer
                           towards the Martian? Do you think the Martian had human feelings?
                    ii)    Do you think the describer was terrified? Is there any evidence in the
                           passage to justify it?
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iii)   What tells us that the Martlans were not very comfortable on the earth?
       List the words and phrases that convey this impression.
iv)    Did anyone among the spectators feel sympathetic towards the .:
       Martians? Why were they reacting as they did?
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The passage is an excellent model for study and analysis from this point of
view: it depends on objective facts (in the sense thatawe can see them and
recognise them in reality). Although other writers might write very different
descriptions about the same things, they cannot often distort reality beyond
the bounds of credibility. Degrees of objectivity are of course bound to differ
from writer to writer, depending on his1 her perceptions and purpose. Writing
about African birds, the author makes deliberate choices, relating both to
inclusion and exclusion, since exhaustiveness is neither possible nor
necessary. In presenting them, the writer also decides conscicsusly the order in
which they are to be introduced, their distinguishing individual characteristics, .
and the nature of the emotions or attitudes that the writer wishes to project.
Let us see what happens in this passage.
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The passage is to be read t ~ oro three times slowly and deliberately. Difficult
words and phrases should be underlined. The next thing is to bring out the
Descriptive Prose   significance of the words and phrases in the context in which they occur in
                    this passage with the help of a good dictionary/encyclopedia. You will find
                    the glossary useful.
                    2.3.1   Text
                    Just at the beginning of the long rains, in the last week of March, or the first
                    week of April, I have heard the nightingale in the woods of Africa. Not the fulll
                    song: a few notes only -- the opening bars of the concerto, a rehearsal,,
                    suddenly stopped and again begun. It was as if, in the solitude of the dripping
                    woods, someone was, in a tree, tuning a small 'cello. It was, however, the:
                    same melody, and the same abundance and sweetness, as were soon to fill the
                    forests of Europe, from Sicily to Elsinore.
                    We had the black and white storks in Africa, the birds that build their nests
                    upon the thatched village roofs of Northern Europe. They look less imposing
                    in Africa than they do there, for here they had such tall and ponderous birds
                    as the Marabout and the Secretary Bird to be compared to. The storks have
                    got other habits in Africa than in Europe, where they live as in married
                    couples and are symbols of domestic happiness. Here they are seen together in
                    big flights, as in clubs. They are called locust-birds in Africa, and folloai
                    along when the locusts come upon the land, living on them. They fly over the
                    plains, too, where there is a grass-fire on, circling just in front of the
                    advancing line of small leaping flames, high up in the scintillating rainbow-
                    coloured air, and the grey smoke, on watch for the mice and snakes that run
                    from the fire. The storks have a gay time in Africa. But their real life is nolt
                    here, and when the winds of spring bring back thoughts of mating and nesting;,
                    their hearts are turned towards the North, they remember old times and places
                    and fly off, two and two, and are shortly after wading in the cold bogs of their
                    birth-places.
                    Out on the plains, in the beginning of the rains, where the vast stretches of
                    burnt grass begin to show fresh green sprouting, there are many hundred
                    plovers. The plains always have a maritime air, the open horizon recalls the
                    sea and the long sea-sands, the wandering wind is the same, the charred grass
                    has a saline smell, and when the grass is long it runs in waves all over the
                    land. When the white carnation flowers on the plains you remember the
                    chopping white-specked waves all round you as you are tacking up the Suncl.
                    Out on the plains the plovers likewise take on the appearance of Sea-birds, and
                    behave like Sea-birds on a beach, legging it, on the close grass, as fast as they
                    can for a short time, and then rising before your horse with high shrill shrieks,
                    so that the light sky is all alive with wings and birds' voices.
                    The Crested Cranes, which come on to the newly rolled and planted maize-
                    land, to steal the maize out of the ground, make up for the robbery by being
                    birds of good omen, announcing the rain; and also by dancing to us. When th~e
                    tall birds are together in large numbers, it is a fine sight to see them sprea~d
                    their wings and dahce. There is much style in the dance, and a littlle
                    affectation, for why, when they can fly, do they jump up and down as if the:y
                    were held on to the earth by magnetism? The whole ballet has a sacred loolk,
                    like some ritual dance; perhaps the cranes are making an attempt to joiin
                    Heaven and Earth like the winged angels walking up and down Jacob's            -
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                    Ladder. With their delicate pale grey colouring, the little black velvet skull-
                    cap and the fan-shaped crown, the cranes have all the air of light, spirited
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frescoes. When, after the dance, they lift and go away, to keep up the scared                           Descriptive Prose-1
tone df the show they give out, by the wings or the voice, b clear ringing note,
as if a group of church bells had taken wing and were sailing off. You can
hear them a long way away, even after the birds themselves have become
invisible in the sky: a chime from the clouds.
Hornbiil
The Greater Hornbill was another visitor to the farm, and came there to eat the
fruits of the Cape-Chestnut tree. They are very strange birds. It is an adventure
or an experience to meet them, not altogether pleasant, for they look
exceedingly knowing. One morning before sunrise I was woken up by a loud
jabbering outside the house, and when I walked out an the terrace I saw
forty-one Hornbills sitting in the trees on the lawn. There they looked less like
birds than like some fantastic articles of finery set on the trees here and there
by a child. Black they all were, with the sweet, noble black of Africa, deep
darkness absorbed through an age, like old soot, that makes you feel that for
elegance, vigour and vivacity, no colour rivals black. All the Hornbills were
talking together in the merriest mood, but with choice deportment, like a
party of inheritors after a funeral. The morning air was as clear as crystal, the
sombre party was bathing in freshness and purity, and, behind the trees and
the birds, the sun came up, a dull red ball. You wonder what sort of a day you
are to get af~ersuch an early morning.
The Flamingoes are the most delicately coloured of all the African birds, pink
and red like a flying twig of an Oleander bush. They have incredibly long legs
and bizarre and recherche curves of their necks and bodies, as if from some
exquisite traditional prudery they were making all attitudes and inovements
in life as difficult as possible.
I once travelled from Port Said to Marseilles in a French boat that had on
board a consignment of a hundred and fifty Flamingoes, which were going to
Ihe Jardin d' Acclimatation in Marseilles. They were kept in large dirty cases
with canvas sides, ten it1 each, standing up close to one another. The keeper,
who was taking the birds over, told me that he was counting on losing twenty
per cent of them on a trip. They were not made for that sort of life, in rough
weather they lost their balance, their legs broke, and the other birds in the cage
trampled on them. At night when the wind was high in the Mediterranean and
the ship came down in the waves with a thump, at each wave I heard, in the
dart   the   Elaminonpc chript   RXIP~\Im n r n i n m T   PSI~I   the   teener t ~ t i n mn i i t nnp
Descriptive Prose   or two dead birds, and throwing them overboard. The noble wader of the Nile,
                    the sister of the lotus, which floats over the landscape like a stray cloud of
                    sunset, had become a slack cluster of pink and red feathers with a pair of long,
                    thin sticks attached to it. The dead birds floated on the water for a short time,
                    knocking up and down in the wake of the ship before they sank.
                              Flamingoes : The noble wader of the Nile, the sister of the lotus   .....
                    2.3,2   Glossary
                                        a piece of music for one or more solo instruments anti
                                        orchestra
                                        (full form-violincello) a large violin-type musical
                                        instrument
                    imposing:           large in size, powerful looking
                    ponderous:          large and heavy; hence slow and awkward; dull anti
                                        solemn
                    Marabout:           a large African stork
                    Secretary Bird:     a large African bird, its crest resembles quill pens stuclc
                                        over the ear, hence its name
                    fliglhts:           group of birds flying together
                    scintillating:      sending out quick flashes of light or sparks, sparkling,
                                        hence brilliant
                    bog:                soft wet marshy area
                    maritime:           living or existing near the sea and therefore related to
                                        the sea
                    tacking:            changing the course of a sailing ship or boat
                    affectation:        not natural behaviour, but what appears put on
                    Jacob's Ladder:     (Biblical allusion): a ladder, seen by Jacob (son of
                                        Isaac) in a dream connecting earth and heaven.
                    frescoes:           painting on walls
                    jabbering:          quick unclear speech or noise; here,
                                        unpleasantly noisy
                    deportment:         manner of standing or walking
                    recherche (French): too rare or strange
                    prudery: .          over-sensitiveness, tendency to be easily
                                        shocked; excessive modesty
                    wake:               here a path or track of foam left by the moving
                                        ship
        2.3.3   Discussion                                                                      Descriptive Prose-1
        Next comes the plover, a land bird living near the sea in Europe and a sea-bird
        on the wide plains of Africa, a paradoxical existence. With their presence, 'the
        light sky is all alive with wings and birds' voices'.
1       The crested cranes described in the next paragraph are 'birds of good omen'
        announcing rain. They are like winged angels walking up and down Jacob's
        Ladder, attempting to join heaven and earth.
        Note the sudden change in the author's attitude to the 'Greater Hornbill'; the
        diction signals a more critical and less endearing tone. If you contrast the
        words and metaphors used for them with those found in the previous
        paragraph this change will appear dramatic: 'strange', 'jabbering',
        'exceedingly knowing', 'a party of inheritors after a funeral', indicate the
        author's attitude to them.
        The last two paragraphs are devoted to the flamingoes. The passage ends on a
        sad note, lamenting human cruelty and indifference to these delicate birds and
        to nature in general. You will, no doubt agree that although only six birds out
        of hundreds of varieties are described here, there is a certain artful rounding-
        off of this topic; what is presented is beautiful and memorable, each bird has
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        its irldividuality, every paragraph a self-contained theme and tone, the well-
        chosen figures of speech helping to bring out their unique features.
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        Some words have strong overtones or connotations in addition to what is often
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        described as their simplest meaning found in a small dictionary. While words
        like 'table', 'chair', 'read', 'sit', 'stand', etc. have only their lexical meanings,
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        or what is usually called denotation, words like 'ponderous', 'shrieks',
        'affectation', 'jabbering', 'trample', 'sombre' have suggestions that tend to be
        unfavourable. Similarly words, like 'delicate', 'spirited', 'fantastic', 'noble'
        have favourable connotations.
        Some words may also take on special meanings from the context, particularly
        when irony is intended, and so one has to watch out for such words. As
        students of literature we have to be constantly alert and ready for surprises.
        We have also to learn to use a good dictionary.
        Now read the passage carefully once more (in fact as many times as you think
        necessary) and do the following exercises:
Descriptive Prosc   1)     What is the point of view of the author? Are the birds described from
                           the point of view of an African or an outsider? Give your reasons.
                    iii)   What kind sf bird is the plover? Where is it normally found in Europe?
                           Why does the autlldr think that plovers feel at home on the African
                           plains? Bring out the points cf comparison between the sea and the
                           African plains.
                    iv)    "The wader of the Nile, the sister of the Lotus", what do these phrases
                           refer to? Do the phrases refer to the same object or to different
                           objects? Justify your view. If they refer to the same object, the two
                           phrases are said to be in apposition to each other.
           last paragraph, if you are not sure, and find out what happened to the
           shopman. The Martian is compared to a bear; the reference to the
           Gorgon (see 1.1.4) is also significant. There is nothing even remotely
           human about the Martians.
    iii)   Look at the paragraph beginning 'Those who have never seen a living
           Martian .....' Carefully note expressions like 'the tumultuous
           breathing', 'evidence heaviness and painfulness of movement',
           'clumsy deliberation of their tedious movements', which indicate that
           they were out of their element.
Descriptive Prose   iv)    The answer is clearly No. Go back and read the passage again, if you
                           are in doubt. You will see that the reactions of the crowd are described
                           and these were not at all sympathetic. No one is inclined to go and
                           help the Martians. Instead they are terrified by their very sight.
                    i)     The very first paragraph makes this clear. The point of view is that of a
                           European. There are several more clues in the passage. The birds are,
                           in the eyes of the author, visitors in Africa, more or less like herself,
                           except that visits are seasonal migrations.
                    ii)    Sicily is practically the southernmost 'point of Europe and Elsinore is
                           one of the northernmost. In fact the whole of Europe is thus indicated.
                    iii)   The plover is a migratory bird found on European beaches.The
                           comparison between the sea and the plains of Africa is suggested; the
                           open horizon; the wandering wind; the salty smell of the burnt grass;
                           the wavy movement of the long grass; the white carnation flowers.
                           Also go back to 2.2.2.
                    iv)    They refer to the flamingoes. To the same object: the flamingoes; both
                           the birds and the lotus are found in the Nile.
                    v)     There are two groups of words with strong favourable and
                           unfavourah!~ connotations contrasted. The author's disapproval is
                           E Z ~ Cvery clear. XG:Zthe two sentences in the final paragraph.
                    vi)    The passage describes the kicd of life that they live in Africa, what
                           they do, what they eat, etc. Re-read the passage if necessary and pick
                           out the comparisons relati~lgto the song of the nightingale; the sea and
                           the African plains; Jacob's ladder, the sound of church bells: inheritors
                           after a funeral; etc.
    UNIT 3         DESCRIPTIVE PROSE-2
    Structure
    3.0    Objectives
    3.1    Introduction
    3.2    Passage from Sean 0' Casey's Inishfallen, Fare Thee Well
           3.2.1 Text
I          3.2.2 Glossary
           3.2.3 Discussion
    3.3    Passage from D.H. Lawrence's Mornings in Mexico
           3.3.1 Text
           3.3.2 Glossary
           3.3.3 Discussion
    3.4    Let Us Sum Up
    3.5    Answers to Exercises
3.0 OBJECTIVES
    In the previous unit, you read two prose passage which are examples of
    descriptive writing. In this unit, you will further examine the nature of
    descriptive writing by reading two more passages. In these passages you will
    study the different devices used by the writers so that at the end of this unit
    you will be able to :
3.1 INTRODUCTION
    Let us look at the following brief passage by Sean O'Casey, taken from his
    book Inishfallen, Fare Thee Well (1949). Here he is describing a street full of
    decaying houses, an area in Dublin which had once known respectability,
    Descriptive Prose       happiness and prosperity, but had been reduced to squalor, abject poverty and
                            utter misery. Now read the passage carefully a few times. Wherever
                            necessary, use your dictionary, to find out the exact meanings of the words
                            and phrases in the context in which they are used by the writer. The glossary
                            at the end of the passage will be useful.
3.2.1 Text
                            There were the houses, too - a long, lurching row of discontented incurables,
                            smirched with the age-long marks of ague, fevers, cancer, and consumption,
                            the soured tears of little children, and the sighs of disappointed newly-married
                            girls. The doors were scarred with time's spit and anger's hasty knocking; the
                            pillars by their sides were shaky, their stuccoed bloom long since peeled
                            away, and they looked like crutches keeping the trembling doors standing on
                            their palsied feet. The gummy-eyed windows blinked dimly out, lacquered
                            by a year's tired dust from the troubled street below. Dirt and disease were
                            the big sacraments here - outward and visible signs of an inward and spiritual
                            disgrace. The people bought the cheapest things in food they could find in
                            order to live, to work, to worship: the cheapest spuds, the cheapest tea, the
                            cheapest meat, the cheapest fat; and waited for unsold bread to grow stale that
                            they might buy that cheaper, too. Here they gathered up the fragments so that
                            nothing would be lost. The streets were long haggard corridors of rottenness
                            and ruia. What wonderful mind or memory could link this shrinking
                            wretchedness with the flaunting gorgeousness of silk and satin; with bloom
                            of rose and scent of lavender? A thousand years must have passed since the
                            last lavender lady was carried out feet first from the last surviving one of
                            them. Even the sun shudders now when she touches a roof, for she feels some
                            evil has chilled the glow of her garment. The flower that here once bloomed is
                            dead forever. No wallflower here has crept into a favoured cranny; sight and
                            sign of the primrose were far away; no room here for a dance of daffodils; no
                            swallow twittering under a shady'eave; and it was sad to see an add sparrow
                            seeking n yellow grain from the mocking dust; not even a spiky-headed thistle,
                            purple mitred, could find a corner here for a sturdy life. No Wordsworth here
                            wandered about as lonely as a cloud.
I 3.2.2 Glossary
i>     Why does the author refer to 'the dance of daffodils', 'lonely as a
       cloud' and Wordsworth? Explain the literary allusion, and its
       significance in this context.
Descriptive Prose
                    ii)    Pick out words and phrases from the passage that can be equally
                           applicable to human beings as well as the house described. What does
                           the author accomplish by choosing these expressions?
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                    iii)   To what extent do you thing the rhetorical device of personification is
                           justified and effective in this passage?
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                    iv)    Which of these expressions in the passage do you thing are powerfully
                           charged with emotion? Give reasons for your choice.
                    With his eye for detail, Lawrence describes the flowers and trees, the
                    landscape, the hills, the different tribes of Indians, their dress and styles of
                    walking, the all-enveloping dust, and the merchandise.
3.3.1 Text                                                                           Descriptive Prose,
This is the last Saturday before Christmas. The next year will be momentous,
one feels. This year is nearly gone. Dawn was windy, shaking the leaves, and
the rising sun shone under a gap of yellow cloud. But at once it touched the
yellow flowers that rise above the patio wall, and the swaying, growing
magenta of the bougainvillea, and the fierce red outbursts of the poinsettia.
The poinsettia is very splendid, the flowers very big, and of a sure stainless
red. They call them Noche Buenas, flowers of Christmas Eve. These tufts
throw out their scarlet sharply, like red birds ruffling in the wind of dawn as if
going to bathe, all their feathers alert. This for Christmas, instead of holly-
berries. Christmas seems to need a red herald.
The yucca is tall, higher than the house. It is, too, in flower, hanging an arm's
length of soft creamy bells, like a yard-long grape-cluster of foam. And the
waxy bells break on their stems in the wind, fall noiselessly from the long
creamy bunch, that hardly sways.
The coffee-berries are turning red. The hibiscus flowers, rose coloured, sway
at the tips of the thin branches, in rosettes of soft red. In the second patio,
there is a tall tree of the flimsy acacia sort. Above itself it puts up whitish
fingers of flowers, naked in the blue sky. And in the wind these fingers of
flowers in the blue sky, sway, sway with the reeling, roundward motion of
tree-tips in a wind.
A restless morning, with clouds lower down, moving also with a larger
roundward motion. Everything moving. Best to go out in motion too, the
slow roundward motion like the hawks.
Everything seems slowly to circle and hover towards a central point, the
clouds, the mountains round the valley, the dust that rises, the big, beautiful,
white-barred hawks, gabilnnes, and even the snow-white flakes of flowers
upon the dim palo blmco tree. Even the organ cactus, rising in stock-
straight clumps, and the candelabrum cactus, seems to be slowly wheeling
and pivoting upon a centre, close upon it.
Strange that we should think in straight lines, when there are none, and talk of
straight courses, when every course, sooner or later, is seen to be making the
sweep round, swooping upon the centre. When space is curved, and the
cosmos is sphere within sphere, and the way from any one point to any other
point is round the bend of the inevitable, that turns as the tips of the broad
wings of the hawk turn upwards, leaning upon the air like invisible half of the
ellipse. If I have a way to go, it will be round the swoop of a bend impinging
centripetal towards the centre. The straight course is hacked out in rounds,
against the will of the world.
 Yet the dust advances like a ghost along the road, down the valley plain. The
 dry turn of the valley-bed gleams like soft skin, sunlit and pinkish ochre
'spreading wide between the mountains that seem to emit their own darkness, a
 dark-blue vapor translucent, sombering them from the humped crests
 downwards. The many-pleated, noiseless mountains of Mexico.
Descriptive Prose
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They are dressed in snow-white cotton, and they lift their knees in the Indian
trot, following the ass where the woman sits perched between the huge
baskets, her child tight in the rebozo, at the brown breast. And girls in long,
full, soiled cotton skirts running, trotting,'ebbing along after the twinkle-
movement of the ass. Down they come in families, in clusters, in solitary
ones, threading with ebbing, running, barefoot movement noiseless towards
the town, that blows the bubbles of its church-domes above the stagnant green
of trees, away under the opposite fawn-skin hills.
But down the valley middle comes the big road, almost straight. You will
know it by the tall walking of the dust, that hastens also towards the town,
overtaking, overpassing everybody. Overpassing all the dark little figures and
the white specks that thread tinily, in a sort of underworld, to the town.
 From the valley villagers and from the mountains the peasants and the Indians
 are coming in with supplies, the road is like a pilgrimage, with the dust in
 greatest haste, dashing for town. Dark-eared asses and running men, running
 women, running girls, running lads, twinkling donkeys ambling on fine little
 feet, under twin great baskets with tomatoes and gourds, twin great nets of
'bubble-shaped jars, twin bundles of neat-cut faggots of wood, neat as bunches
 of cigarettes, and twin net-sacks of charcoal. Donkeys, mules, on they cbme,
 great pannier baskets making a rhythm under the perched woman, great
 bundles bouncing against the sides of the slim-footed animals. A baby donkey
 trotting naked after its piled-up dam, a white, sandal-footed man following
 with the silent Indian haste, and a girl running again on light feet.
Onwards, on a strange current of haste, and slowly rowing among the foot-
travel, the ox-wagons rolling solid wheels below the high net of the body.
Slow oxen, with heads pressed down nosing to the earth, swaying, swaying
their great horns as a snake sways itself, the shovel-shaped collar of solid
wood pressing down on their necks like a scoop. On, on between the burnt-up
turn and the solid, monumental green of the organ cactus. Past the rocks and
the floating palo blanco flowers, past the tousled dust of the mesquite bushes.
While the dust once more, in a greater haste than anyone, comes tall and rapid
down the road, overpowering and obscuring all the little people, as in a
cataclysm.
They are mostly small people, of the Zapotech race: small men with lifted
chests and quick, lifted knees, advancing with heavy energy in the midst of
dust. And quiet, small round-headed women running barefoot, tightening
their blue rebozos round their shoulders, so often with a baby in the fold. The
white cotton clothes of the men so white that their faces are invisible places of
darkness under their big hats. Clothed darkness, faces of night, quickly,
silently, with inexhaustible energy advancing to the town.
Descriptive Prose
                    And many of the Serranos, the Indians from the hills, wearing their little
                    conical black felt hats, seem capped with night, above the straight white
                    shoulders. Some have come far, walking all yesterday in their little black hats
                    and black-sheathed sandals. Tomorrow they will walk back. And their eyes
                    will be just the same, black and bright and wild, in the dark faces. They have
                    no goal, any more than the hawks in the air, and no course to run, any inore
                    than the clouds.
                    The market is a huge roofed-in place. Most extraordinary is the noise that
                    comes out, as you pass along the adjacent street. It is a huge noise, yet you
                    may never notice it. It sounds as if all the ghosts in the world were talking to
                    one another, in ghost-voices, within the darkness of the market structure. It is
                    a noise something like rain, or banana leaves in a wind. The market, full of
                    Indians, dark-faced, silent-footed, hush-spoken, but pressing in countless
                    numbers. The queer hissing murmurs of the Zapotech idiomn, among the
                    sound of Spanish, the quiet aside-voices of the Mixtecas.
3.3.2 Glossary
    The first thing that strikes us about this passage is,the active nature of the
    verbs found in it. Everything seems to be doing something, and not just
    passively 'being'. The year is 'nearly gone', the dawn 'windy shaking the
    leaves,' the 'rising sun.. . touched the yellow flowers that rose above the patio
    wall'. The 'tufts throw out their scarlet sharply', the 'waxy bells break on
    their stems in the wind, fall noiselessly', the hibiscus flowers 'sway', the tall
    tree 'puts up whitish fingers of flowers'. Everything seems to be in motion,
    caught in the act of doing something, not merely existing. The same active
    feeling of participation is imparted to the clouds, the mountains, the dust, the
    hawks, even the cactus, the vegetation 'slowly wheeling and pivoting upon a
    centre, close upon it'. The mountains 'seem to emit their own darkness'.
    Throughout the passage the dust is an active participant: 'it advances like a
    ghost', 'down the valley middle comes the road ..... you will kndw it by the
    tall walking of the dust, that hastens also towards the town, overtaking,
    passing everybody'. Further in paragraph 11, 'the road is like a pilgrimage,
    with the dust in greatest haste dashing for town'. In paragraph 13, 'the dust
    once more in a greater haste than anyone, comes tall and rapid down the road,
    overpowering and obscuring all the little people, as in a cataclysm.'
    While the passage opens on a rather quiet and tranquil note, the suggestion of
    considerable activity is gradually built up through the smaller paragraphs.
    Then the idea of convergence of movement which is centripetal and circular
    rather than in the form of straight lines, or perpendicular, is developed.
    Following this, we have the description of the Mexicans hurrying to the
    market place from the hills and plains of the surrounding country, involving
    trekking for one or even two days. The picturesque effects are achieved
    through the use of striking metaphors: 'while dots of men are threading down
    the trail over the bare humps to the plain', 'twinkle-movement of asses',
    'white specks of men, sea-gulls on plough-land, come ebbing like sparks'. ..
    There are also pairs and triplets of words and phrases, repetition of sentence
    structure with variation, minute concrete details building up the picture of
Descriptive Prose   great crowds of people getting together, ostensibly to buy and sell but in
                    reality to meet one another, to co-mingle, to satisfy their urge for human
                    companionship.
                    There are various schemes of repetition that are frequently and effectively
                    employed, particularly in descriptive writing to convey strong emotional
                    overtones. Sometimes it may just be repetition of the same word, for example,
                    'the chelapest spuds, the cheapest tea, the cheapest meat, the cheapest fat';
                    'sway, sway'; sometimes words with similar meanings or sounds are repeated
                    like 'running, trotting, ebbing along'; or 'running men, running' women,
                    running girls, running lads' (repetition with variation, emphasizing running).
                    Schemes of repetition can also include balance and parallelism or antithesis as
                    in 'shrinking wretchedness with the flaunting gorgeousness of silk and satin',
                    'the blaom of rose and scent of lavender'. With these balanced phrases go
                    alliteration (use of two or more words, near to each other, beginning with the
                    same letter 'alone, alone all, all alone') and assonance (words having similar
                    vowel sounds), and consonance (words having similar consonant sounds),
                    reinforcing sense with sound. There are numerous and intricate patterns of
                    repetition frames. Some of these we shall identify and analyse as we go along.
                    i)     What is the first thing that struck you when you read the passage?
ii)    Give some examples of similes and metaphors from the passage you                        Descriptive Prose3
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                    ii)        If the answer is not clear to you, you should go back to 3.2.1 and the
                               re-read the whole passage, particularly the earlier part. This point has
                               been discussed in 3.2.3, Try and summarise it in your own words.
                    iii)       See sections 3.2.1 and 3.2.3. The understanding of this point is central
                               to the whole discussion.
                    iv)        The point is that everything in this street is doomed: not only the old
                               and the dying, but a190 the younB people and the children. Even birds
                               and plants are not exempted., This is what moves readers most
                               powerfully. The expressions are carefully selected to reinforce this
                               impression. Got back to 3.2.iif nFcessary.
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UNIT 4         DESCRIPTIVE PROSE-3
Structure
4.0    Objectives
4.1    Introduction
4.2    Passage from Mulk Raj Anand's The Village
       4.2.1 Text
       4.2.2 Glossary
       4.2.3 Discussion
4.3    Passage from Bleak House by Charles Dickens.
       4.3.1 Text
       4.3.2 Glossary
       4.3.3 Discussion
4.4    Let Us Sum Up    '
4.0 OBJECTIVES
In this unit, you will examillz two more passages of descriptive writing in
some detail. After reading this unit carefully and completing the exercise, you
will be able to :
4.1 INTRODUCTION
In this unit, you will read two passages of descriptive writing. The first
passage is a description taken from Mulk Raj Anand's The Village,
The second passage is from the novel Bleak House by Charles Dickens. There
are marked contrasts in the two passages. Both the passages are dramatic in         1
nature. But while the first vividly describes a dramatic episode, the second        I
dramatically builds up the atmosphere of the period.
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4.2    PASSAGE FROM MULK RAJ ANAND'S                                      THE
       VILLAGE
This passage is an extract from Mulk Raj Anand's novel The Village. This is a
striking description of an unusual and bizarre event which takes place in a
village. Snake bites are frequent occurrences in villages but local customs vary
in their treatment. Often magic and exorcism are part of the treatment of
snake-bites, in addition to various kinds of medication. But it is generally
believed that the poison that has entered the body needs to be treated by other
means besides medication, and the process is aided by faith cures and spiritual
powers of a hallucinatory and dramatic kind. Some others perform these rites
secretly with meditation and prayer in strict solitude.
4.2.1 Text
'There is the palanquin, there is our boy,' the peasants chorused. A tense
silence prevailed during which the father of the lad, who had been brought,
rushed to see if there was still life in the boy's body.
Harnarn Singh was going to run out to fetch Chandi, but he had hardly risen
before she rushed in, fuming and frothing, her eyes glinting like burning coals,
her nostrils dilating wide like a breathless mare.
'They torture me and torment me, these eaters of their masters, Mahantji,' she
said. 'Look, they have bruised my legs and arms. Why are they after my life?
Why can't they tease their mothers, their sisters! May they die!'
'There is no talk!' There is no talk!' consoled the Mahant. 'They are rogues!
You should keep quiet and not take any notice of what they say. Now where
is Hafiz, the drummer? You wait and rest till he comes.'
Chandi sat wearily for the moment, and closed her eyes as if she were going to
sleep.
'He is in the hall, I think,' said Harnarn Singh, and he shouted, 'Ohe!, Hafizia,
come in, ohe!, come in.'
Hafiz, the bearded old hereditary musician, came, bearing his drum. He still
led concert-parties to peasants' homes on the occasion of marriages and births,
and, as a menial, he had waited to be called to Mahant's sacred presence. He
raised his hand to his head, saying, 'Salaam, Mahantji, father-mother.'
Lalu had heard that Chandi, the witch woman, was supposed to be possessed
by the spirit of the king of snakes. She could cure anyone who had been
bitten, with the help and blessing of the Mahant.
He had now finished grinding the liquid, and was draining the mixture into
cups for the company to drink. But just then Hafiz struck up the drum and
Chandi, who had sat still and intent, brooding heavily, began to shiver like
someone possessed of a fever.
Descriptive Prose   That was how she began to go into her trance, and though he had often seen
                    her do it in his childhood, he left the pestle and mortar and watched,
                    fascinated.
                    But Chandi was almost going mad as, with a majestic sweep of her loose
                    black hair, streaked with white, a smile on her lips that lit the haggard,
                    sunken-cheeked ugliness of her face into an ecstasy, she began to revolve her
                    head while she blew forth sharp whiffs of breath, like a cobra when it dances.
                    Round and round the head went, round and round, till, while Lalu felt tickled
                    to laugh, the blood of Chandi's face seemed to merge into an illusory circle of
                    fire. And while she moved her head thus furiously she began to crawl on all
                    fours, still revolving her head, still blowing and puffing short gasps of breath,
                    spitting the profuse froth that was gathering on the corners of her mouth, and
                    describing circles round the palanquin.
                    From shivering she passed to shaking, from shalung to wriggling and crawling
                    in circles. Then she began to jump and caper, with short steps more like a
                    monkey than a snake, and her head revolved with the violence of a whirlwind
                    as she blew her breath in spurts of anger, and cast her spittle about the air as if
                    she were spreading her venom against the world with a malevolent wrath. Her
                    face struck the earth sometimes, and she seemed to lose control of her head
                    complktely, so that it struck against the edge of the palanquin and bled. But
                    on and on she went, in a ceaseless, dangerous movement, the curves of a
                    snake dance that was as fascinating in its mixture of human and reptile
                    gestures as it was frighteningly terrible to behold. And time and space seemed
                    to swirl in this mad dance to which the continuous thunder of the drum added
                    a mighty abandon. Life seemed to lose its meaning and its reality on the
                    shimmering waves of the steady stares that waited, half full of doubt, half full
                    of hope, for the miracle to be performed.
                    The tension grew to a strange and uncanny height as Chandi, wrapt in the
                    ecstasy of her movement, tired and violent, lifted by the swirling tides of her
                    furious activity, became completely involved in her own warmth and seemed
                    to forget the purpose for which she had summoned the spirit of the king of
                    snakes. She drifted almost to the edge of the kitchen, which, to her as an
                    outcast from society, was forbidden territory.
                    But then she changed her direction suddenly as if, even in her trance, she
                    remembered her birth. And she danced to the foot of a banyan tree which
                    stood overshadowing the courtyard in a comer, and blew into the holes at its
                    roots to propitiate the snake gods who were supposed to live there. Then,
                    absorbed in the shaking splendour of her dance, she whirled across to the
                    palanquin where the bitten body of the peasant boy lay. And she began to
                    blow at the various parts of it, drifting away after a brief spell as if to intensify
                    her movement. And the father of the boy whispered: 'Wah Guru, Hey, Wah
     Guru!' as if each movement of suspense, while his son still lay dormant, was       Descriptive Prose-3
 I   like the load of centuries on his tight-stretched heart.
     At this stage, the Mahant got up and, going towards Chandi, made as if to
     breathe a divine secret into the snake spirit's ear And B e musician shouted
     short little cries of encouragement as he hastened the tempo of his thumps on
     the drum.
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     Chandi followed the Mahant, spitting and snarling as a snake to its charmer,
     and moved towards the body. She circled round, while the holy man explored
     the pale olive skin of the boy for the spot where it had been bitten. But he
     couldn't find it.
      The father of the boy, unable to bear the suspense any longer, rose eagerly and
     'came forward and laid his fingers on his son's left ankle.
     Upon this the Mahant led the snake spirit up to the ankle of the boy and
     breathed again into Chandi's ears.
     The possessed woman sat, her head revolving, sweeping the dust with her
     hair, with a playful movement which rapidly assumed the utmost ferocity.
     Then, falling upon the boy's ankle, she blew upon the wound again and again
     spitting and spattering, and rubbed the sweep of her hair on it.
     The Mahant bent down when she had repeated this for several seconds, and
     breathed something else into her ear.
     Then he motioned to the palanquin bearers to take the body and lay it on the
     terrace and signed to the musician to stop beating the drum.
     Chandi's head revolved frantically for a while, as it had done when she had
     blown at the ankle. Then, as if the fuel to the fire of her movement was
     exhausted now that the music had stopped, she slackened. Her shaking
     became a wriggle, and then her wriggle relaxed into a quivering and the
     quivering into a shiver, till at the end she sat still, brooding and intent, her
     lean, ugly face dropping from the flushed warmth to a surly, lined hardness,
     'Give her some chapattis, ohe Sitalgar,' the Mahant ordered, 'and some lentil,'
     and he went back to his seat.
     The boy's body on the terrace turned and heaved and his eyes opened with a
     start. His father fell upon him with cries and pressed his limbs, turning the
     while to the Mahant and uttering short cries of gratitude, 'You are blessed!
     Blessed is the Wah Guru! Blessed are you, oh you of the line of the saints of
     Nandpur'
     The audience, which had missed many heartbeats, whispered, 'Wah Guru!
     Wah Guru!'
     The bells in the temple were tinkling for evening worship and everyone felt a
     sense of relief after the orgy of the miracle.
4.2.2 Glossary
4.2.3 Discussion
                    The scene is described through the eyes of Lalu, a young boy, the hero of the
                    novel. He was engaged in making a drink, into which he was grinding some
                    hemp for the Mahant and others present, when the boy who was bitten was
                    brought in a palanquin by his father with the help of other villagers. But each
                    time the miracle was performed by the old woman, Chandi, under the
                    direction of the Mahant, there was great suspense and fear that it might not
                    after all work. The old woman, who has been tormented by the urchins in the
                    neighbourhood, was in a foul mood, but fortunately was immediately available
                    along with the drummer. So without any delay the ceremony of propitiating
                    the king of snakes was started. Before long she went into a trance and danced
                    the snake dance, imitating the movements of a cobra, infuriated and ready to
                    strike. She went through the various stages of its angry arousal and the
                    vicious fatal strike of its poisonous fangs. After the propitiation of the king
                    cobra, she symbolically enacted the process of taking back the poison from the
                    spot in the left ankle of the boy where he was bitten, thus repeating the entire
                    cycle, happily bringing back the boy from the jaws of death and restoring him
                    to his desperate father, to the relief of the entire crowd which was holding its
                    collective breath in agonised suspense. Chandi, the witch-beggar woman, once
                    again became a pathetic old woman to be rewarded by a few chapattis and
                    some lentils. But in her trance she had performed a life-restoring miracle.
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    i)      Describe the stages through which Mulk Raj Anand transforms the old
            beggar woman.into an instrument of divine providence.
    Let us now take up the next passage, which is from Bleak House (1852-53), a
    novel by Charles Dickens. This passage from the opening chapter of the novel
1   sets its whole tone and mood and strikes the keynote of its theme. Fog is a
    symbol of the confusion and obscurity ,created by the endless complexities and
    the twisted and winding nature of legal proceedings. Litigation, especially, for
    equity, for fair play, for redressal of the law's own confusions and
    ambiguities, has a way of dragging on interminably, not only for a lifetime but
    often for generations together. In the meantime untold miseries are inflicted
    on innocent and unsuspecting children, adults and old people who had become
    destitute solely because of "law's delays".
4.3.1 Text
    London. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in
    Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the
    streets, as if the waters had but neyly retired from the face of the earth, and it
    would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so,
    waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down
    from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big
    as full-grown snow-flakes - gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the
Descriptive Prose   death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better;
                    splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another's
                    umbrellas, in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at
                    street corners, where tens of thousand of other foot passengers have been
                    slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new
                    deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to
                    the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.
                    Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where. it flows among green aits and
                    meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of
                    shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the
                    Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of
                    collier-brigs, fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great
                    ships; fog dropping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the
                    eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides
                    of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful
                    skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of
                    his shivering little Oprentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges
                    peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all around them, as
                    if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.
                    Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun
                    may, from the spongy E~lds,be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy.
                    Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time - as the gas seems to
                    know, for it has a haggard and unwilling hok.
                    The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy
                    streets ar,e muddiest, near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate
                    ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation; Temple Bar.
                    And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln's Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog,
                    sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.
                    Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too
                    deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High
                    Court of Chancery, most pestilent and hoary sinners, holds, this day, in the
                    sight of heaven and earth.
4.3.3 Discussion
The .opening passage sets the scene. It begins with a one word sentence:
"London" The second sentence is longer, but we note at once that it has no
finite verb, the third is shorter, but again verbless. In sentence after sentence
we have the same elliptical syntax (ellipsis is a rhetorical device, involving
the omission of words and phrases, often easily supplied contextually)
building up an atmosphere of gloom, ill-temper, irritation and repetitive and
unproductive activity. Dogs, horses as well as people splashed in mud are
struggling for a foot-hold in the all-pervading fog, wallowing in the slippery
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Descriptive Prose   street, as though the earth was just recovering after the biblical floods. In such
                    a strange world, where everything seems to have turned black, in mourning for
                    the death of the sun (again a figure of speech), meeting a Megalosaurus
                    would have caused no surprise.
                    In the second paragraph the word fog occurs for the first time and is repeated
                    over and over again; the verbless sentences (the main verb elided) describe the
                    fog expanding in all directions, all over London, outside London, in Essex and
                    Kent, on the land, the river and the sky. It penetrates into the Closed cabins of
                    ships of every size and variety, into the 'eyes and the throats of ancient
                    Greenwich pensioners', inta the pipe the angry ship's captain was smoking.
                    People on bridges thought 'they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the
                    misty clouds'. The fog becomes a symbol of complete insulation from the
                    world of real people, suggesting the true nature of the Court of Chancery,
                    living in its own warld, isolated from humanity, hanging 'in the misty clouds'.
                    And this is the setting for the 'Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of
                    Chancery'.
                    The street lamps were lit earlier than usual, but they failed to dispel the gloom.
                    The thickest of fogs and the deepest mud and mire could not match the
                    confusion and ineffectualness of the Caurt. Note particularly the use of
                    superlatives. Then follows the contrast between the comfort, warmth and
                    luxury in which the Court functions routinely day after day with its
                    meaninglessness and utter indifference to human suffering. Justice is delayed
                    from generation to generation and abjcct misery and helplessness are inflicted
                    on the orphans, the old, the weak and the derelict. The syntax (the
                    arrangement of words, phrases and clauses), the sentence structure and the
                    tense used emphasize the unvarying routine and pointlessly interminable
                    procedures, 'the groping knee-deep in technicalities', 'the slippery
                    precedents', the wigged and gowned lawyers fighting their mock battles
                    'making a pretence of equity with serious faces, as players might'. The
                    repetitions with variations of certain structures serve to emphasize the futility
                    and the ridiculous nature of their petty wranglings, carried on from generation
                    to generation. Over this sterile activity' presides each succeeding Lord
                    Chancellor, concentrating, like the lawyers' 'on the lantern in the roof, where
                    he can see nothing but fog'. Reality in the form of day-light never penetrates
                    into the courtroom through the stained glass windows.
                    The repeated structures 'on such an afternoon, if ever, the Lord High
                    Chancellor ought to be sitting here - as here he is' and 'well may the court be
                    dim.. ..' both emotionally and logically build up to the climax 'where the Lard
                    High Chancellor looks into the lantern that has no light in it, and like the
                    people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog',
                    feeling suspended and drifting like a balloon, are all 'stuck in a fog-bank'. It
                    is not difficult to see how at this point all the descriptive strands are tied up,
                    reinforcing the central theme of the futility of whatever goes on inside the
                    Chancery. Instead of dispensing justice, .the Chancery delays it, causing
                    untold misery to generations of people.
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                    Now read the passage carefully as many times as you consider necessary and
                    then try to understand the exact.meanings and suggestions of the words and
                    phrases you find difficult in the contexts in which they are used in the passage.
                    The glossary at the end of the passage is meant to help you.
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iv)    How many times is the word afternoon repeated in the final paragraph?
       What purpose, do you think, is served by this repetition?
In this unit we have analysed two fictional passages of prose. The first is a
dramatic description of an episode while the second conveys both the genuine
feel of the period described. We have:
    examined some of the distinctive stylistic features in the passage such as
    ev.ocative diction, imagery and syntax, miming of action and repetition.
    seen how style plays a decisive role in presenting content.
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Descriptive Prose          Stage 3: When she starts dancing, a gradual change takes place in the
                           ceremony. The transformation is complete.
                    i)     You may read the passage again, keeping in mind the fact that writers
                           use natural background and seasons in order to trace some
                           correspondence between outer events and inner states of mind.
                    ii)    a)     False
                           b)     False
                           C)     False
                           d)     True
                    iii)   a)     nearby
                           b)     in the midst of
                           c)     power that stems from great wealth