A Trip To Tat

Fireshadow - Analytical Essay: “Throughout the novel, characters encounter challenges and setbacks, but the novel’s message is optimistic.”

When Tim Collin’s begins his rhetorical analysis, he immediately describes the tragic circumstance of Fayti- Williams’s speech. Collins makes the reader feel like they’re standing in the crowd during her speech. He explains that she speaks to a group and wants to know what happened to her son. Collins points out the appeal of the bus that was involved in the bombing. Tim describes in Fayti-Williams words, “Have fed such an acute hunger for explanations, have slacked such a thirst for expression of sheer of horror.”

The subject of this text are the brush fires that the author views in October. The occasion of this is the particular time that she came out to see these brush fires. The audience is the readers of LInda Thomas’s works. They are also people from the wowwomen site.

The fog was like tracing paper over her eyes. From what she could see above, the blue sky was turning navy. Lily was standing at a bus stop wishing she was wearing gloves and a hat. She pulled her coat ever tighter around herself. Her lips were numb, her jaw fighting to chatter. The bus was late and she was meant to be meeting her friend Daisy on it. Daisy, when approached with the idea of travelling via public transport to the unpronounceable French café she desperately wanted to go to, seemed disgusted at the very notion. Lily reminded her that not everyone could rely on their Daddy buying them a new car as soon as they turned seventeen and that it certainly wasn't her fault if it was made unavailable due to an MOT. Daisy blushed prettily.

The fire department received preliminary call just before 8.30 p.m. On arrival at the scene, fire fighters saw heavy smoke at the mid-height of the plaza and flame expanding from one window thereby exposing the adjacent floors (US Fire Administration, 1991). A dark, thick column of smoke was evident and extended up the building faรงade towards the roof. The smoke started to vent from several additional points along the northern side of the fire starting point. The fire resulted in engagement of twelve alarms that brought fifteen ladder organizations, fifty-one engine companies and hundreds of fire suppression personnel (US Fire Administration, 1991). In the

The case of Mary Morstan is presented to start on a ‘September evening’. This particular choice of month brings the reader into the cold,foggy and often miserable atmosphere of September. The atmosphere is highlighted by the sentence ‘the day had been a dreary one,and a dense drizzly fog lay low upon the great city.’

The patrons inside the Broadway Lounge, being the farthest away from the lobby, were only alerted to the fire when guests from the main club area ran in looking for an exit. The fire, having started approximately five minutes ago, was now in full force. The smoke, flames, and heat quickly caused all in the lounge to panic and the only available exit, an inward opening door that led to Broadway Street, was blocked shut within moments. (Thomas)

Fires were common in the city of London, even expected with the City’s large timber construction and narrow overcrowded streets; however, the Great Fire of London was nothing like the City had ever seen before. In the early hours of September 2nd, 1666, it is presumed a fire started in a bakery on Pudding Lane. The area around Pudding Lane was a densely-built district at the north end of the London Bridge. With only narrow streets dividing multiple wooden buildings, the fire could quickly spread. It is recorded that after an hour, the Lord Mayor, Sir Thomas

scene to you, the sun has now disappeared and darkness has taken the sky, but the city is light with bright orange light. The heat from blaze of a fire from the riots are spreading wildly. Sirens and lights are flashing, as Baltimore firefighters battle a three-alarm fire at Gay and Chester Streets in East Baltimore. The water from the fire trucks leak onto the ground branching off like rivers on the road. The fire I see it as an inner burning or the silent cry of the oppressed, the water in the streets the tears from the faces of the oppressed, as they watch their city burn and their loved ones cry for a savior that may never come.

“‘You’ll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you’ll be played in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we’ll have a lot more of them. And they’ll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs.’ So then I understood. It was war that made her so angry.

The woman and man caught in their passionate embrace are set above the wartime images. It seems that symbolically the man and woman are above the war, that their love transcends the tragedy and the tumult that surrounds them, if only because they are fighting their own romantic war. Below them is a burning city. The couple on the carriage fleeing the city looks to be the same couple that is staring into each other’s eyes. This further suggests that they were apart of the events in the war, but were still caught in the throws of their own love life. The girl that rushes from her

she said. ' Nobody wanted you at Manderley. We were all right until you came. Why did you not stay where you were out in France?'" (du Maurier Ch. 18).

The first reason I assume is that she was so eager to settle down in America to start her new life with her children there. Her real

The day started like that of any other these last couple of weeks. Mysterious incidents kept popping up in the news, of small groups going mad and becoming savage. Life was like that in Lampeter. Very little going on in town, whilst the whole world around us lives with a constant stream of danger. Some people were getting worried, afraid it was some sort of virus going around, but that happens all the time. One small case of a disease and the world’s in an epidemic. Happened with bird flu, E-coli, and we had just got over the joys of swine flu. Now this. Some people were becoming wary, uneasy around other people, fears of catching this mystery virus afflicting the nation and forcing its way into people’s minds. The unfortunate thing was,

We arrived outside Tyler’s house. He still lived in the beautiful, Victorian style house that he had bought with Troye shortly before my mysterious conception – I wondered if it had Wi-Fi. Parked outside was my drug bus, ready to go back into business. Too bad it will never see another unshaven addict again (or at least I hoped not). It was sky blue and had been stained by years of rust and neglect. It reminded me of myself. Despite that, it looked as if someone had fixed it up nicely.