Essay On The Other Time By Peter Appleton

1. What piece of paper did the author’s mother carry for twenty years, and why did she carry it?

Josephine Tey’s The Daughter of Time is a historical novel that looks at the belief that

"He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she has written him they were arranged by date in bundles tied with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened."

“Just so you know” she sobs. “My family isn’t so perfect either. Yes. My parents have remained married. Sure, on the outside we look good. But a couple of years ago I found out that my mother had an affair. My mother cheated and…” She shoves a finger at her chest. “I am a product of that affair.”

“Um, yeah. I can show you my I.D. if you want,” you offered, finding his behavior a little odd.

“That was 6 years ago Dawson. Why would I want to spend my life with an inconsiderate person like you now?”

“Look alive kid!” “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” Dad was right. I did want this. Big house. Big School. New, nice car. Yeah but something just didn’t feel right.

“From what you’ve told me, you did the same thing with your dad,” said Robbie, “and you were only twelve when your mom died in that house fire. You were practically a wife until he moved into that nursin home last year. Heck, ya keep his house as a shrine. Never wanna change a thing in this

“I want you to look at her and tell her you no longer want to be a part of our lives because she’s not worth living for.”

I buried my face in my hands and through muffled words spoke in despair, “Well, we might as well get divorced now.”

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

In “A Scrap or Time and Other Stories”, Fink 's writings challenge this idea of restraints of moral behavior on critical situations, for example those who were either compelled or forced to go to Germany to do “charitable” labor for the Reich. The question really was, can they be judged by standards that overcome in these ceasefire societies? Fink tells individual stories in a modest way, in the sense that she seems to avoid using ordinary words. Instead, she uses images, symbols, and metaphors, especially those originating from nature to highlight these facts that allude to the overall picture of the short stories. This can be seen in the opening story, “A Scrap of Time, "The Garden That Floated Away," and "A Spring Morning." This very sense of symbolism and metaphors as well as the minute details throughout the stories as a whole aid in providing a coherent pieces that allows the reader to distinguish the fact that many of the stories are not only interrelated but written by the same author. In the stories, many of the people mentioned are influenced by two types of memory the flat one which records the predictable everyday events, and the jagged one which influences deeply into the unconscious layers of the mind. In “A Scrap of Time” this very essence of a flat memory that described the predictable was quite evident within the first couple of paragraphs, “I had left my house after eating a perfectly normal breakfast, at a table that was set in a normal way.” (pg. 4)

“I find it difficult to understand how, why a privileged woman would resort to such inhumane acts of which you have been found guilty.

It had been exactly two minutes since they had entered the flat, and he already knew there was something wrong. His chair was at a different angle, his violin on the other side of the room, his papers stacked up into neat piles, and that wasn’t the only thing. His books had been in alphabetical order by publisher, yet he now found them alphabetized by author. How was he supposed to find his books now? His drawer of perfectly arranged by color socks? Ms. Hudson had moved them. All of them.

I waked up and I looked to my left to see my parents were watching the sunrise on