interested in science. In The Signalman much of the story takes place outside, this outside atmosphere is embellished with plenty of detail giving it a hesitant environment. In the Red Room the action is all inside the castle, so the detail is described in the corridor through to the room itself. The Signalman has a cold damp effect due to the settings. This compliments the storyline perfectly. The "jagged stone" walls became "oozier and wetter" as the visitor descends to
rest inside each other, opening to reveal a sibling until you reach the smallest—the baby of the family, if you will. This library, this kingdom of a million texts, is no different than a matryoshka. For when you stand outside, it is no more than a building. Its exterior may be beautiful, with sloping archways and marble pillars, but such characteristics are trivial. It is what you find inside that [gives] the library its value. Open up the first matryoshka and step inside. You are in a long corridor
room. My body started to tremble as I walked down the corridor. That feeling of disorientation as I had just woke up. Meeting guests in the hallway I told them to head out of the building. Alec was in the corridor he said to me that he has called the fire brigade and it was zone 1 that the alarm was going off. Knowing that the family I checked in earlier were in room 9. I went down the corridor to knock on their door. I got halfway down the corridor. I could smell burning. Stopping dead in my tracks
represent a long and turbulent history in its design. Libeskind therefore had an unconventional plan. The museum itself is a metaphor for the Jews history in the city. “it is a statement of an impossible rebirth, a redefinition of continuity through rupture, an eloquent gesture of defiance even as it commemorates loss” (Jacobson, H, 2007.) The museum is respectful to the adjacent Baroque courthouse, which forms the enterance, in its height, and is not deigned to outshine it. Inside the main museum
Then Mrs Lake asked a different question “Whose book is this?” Again, no one answered. Megan knew her book was safe in her desk. Still she felt anxious. When Amphia Lake peered inside the book, she would know it was not hers. Bending over, the teacher picked the book up, from the floor, opened the front cover, and inside was the owner’s name... “Megan Rose Fayreweather, detention” the teacher croaked. That evening Hannah emailed Megan. From: Hannah Alexander To: Megan Fayreweather Subject: School
entire block on 82nd Street in Manhattan. Entering inside, I sensed myself going back into an era, into a past where people traded ideas and learned from each other. It is a past, where I still find their works of yesteryears vividly within my grasp, to be remembered and shared as if their reflections of works were cast for the modern devoted learner. Walking into the Hall of the Buddhas, there was a sense of peace and guidance lingering inside me. The seated Bodhisattva, of the Northern Wei dynasty
suited to individuals or towns. The building is an enormous construction 140 meters long, 24 meters wide and 56 meters high, and provided an internal operation of more than 26 separate services. Each floor contains 58 duplex apartments accessible from a wide corridor every three domestic plants, "streets in the air." Some apartments occupy the floor of the corridor and the lower the other corridor and higher. Inside the building, the 337 apartments are crossed each other in the vast network of reinforced
Gale must be near, I can hear his heart pounding. I am running desperately through the emptiness of what seems to be a corridor, it’s all white, just like most of the Capitol security buildings. I take a right, and then a left, but something makes me come to a complete stop; ten feet in front of me, an automatic and bright sliding door stands. I just hope that I am not being recorded by the security cameras, because if I am, my life has already been condemned to die within a few minutes. No one knows
in Gerontion After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, Guides us by vanities. These lines from T.S. Eliot's "Gerontion" (1429, 34-37) appear in the final version of the poem, published in 1920. The speaker of this dramatic monologue is an old man sitting inside a “decayed house.” The reference to knowledge invokes the original sin of Adam and Eve, signifying that the man (or
the shadows and moved lightly across the tiles. Then it paused, listening, a static outline against the night, before sliding again into the darkness and vanishing, a ghost mist a grey dream. A deep oppressive silence filled the corridor at one end of which squatted a riveted steel door, the single portal for the protected sanctum. Seated, two heavy set bearded guards deeply tanned, their hair grease -smeared, were armed with 9mm Walther CP99 and shoulder slung