Distillation

Displaying contempt towards those he characterizes as “intellectual”, in the excerpt, the narrator makes use of diction, a condescending point of view, and exaggerated personification to display his animosity towards the “gentlefolks” that he writes about. Through the use of words such as “nasty” “miserable” and “spoil”, the narrator patronizes scholarly people, in addition to calling their work useless. The author plan on writing this passage is to convey the message that people who do work intellectually are despicable, and that it is more honorable to work for money with labor. This passage displays the narrators ill-feelings towards “gentlefolks” and may shadow some conflicts that have happened in the past.

Tone Letter

Dear Action Bronson

This letter is regarding your most recent album Mr. Wonderful.  After releasing three songs which would appear on the album, those being  Terry, Actin’ Crazy, and Baby Blue, I was looking forward to the release after predicting that it would very high quality.

On the day it leaked, I hit the internet, intent on listening to the masterpiece that would be Mr. Wonderful. I found a reliable source for the album, and pressed play.

Brand New Car - Not great but It’s just the intro.

The Rising - They can’t all be great songs, off to a rocky start

Falconry - Pretty good, not great but It’s good

Thug Love story - Pretty bad but it doesn’t seem serious, I can’t base the whole album off one song

City Boy Blues - This is horrible, the worst song I’ve heard so far

Only in America - It just keeps getting worse, I’m done with this.

I couldn’t even get through the whole album, I didn’t even listen to half of the songs on the album. I expected this to be one of the best albums of the year, and was completely disappointed. The only songs that are worth listening to were released a month before the album was. I feel that you not only wasted your own time, but of all the people who took time out of their day to listen as well with recording this. If you had just released the singles and not released an album, I would not be angry. You got my hopes up as you did with many other fans, and let us down.

Sincerely

Nicholas Joyce

200 word sentence

                After months of waiting, first through the fall, the red, yellow and orange leaves covering the ground, through the winter with the powdery wet white flakes falling from the sky and engulfing the ground, piling up, amounting to many feet of it, it finally arrives; the spring time is the time when the snow starts to melt, the temperature gets warmer, but most importantly spring sports begin, one of these being lacrosse; the beginning of the season starts with snow still covering the fields, making it impossible to utilize the grass, but instead leaving all of the spring athletes to remain inside to practice; although using the gym is better than nothing, it is not even close to being as desirable to playing out of the turf or grass fields that come with the snow melting, but it does have benefits like the fact that conditioning will be substantially easier, and that we will not have to deal with the harsh wind, or the pouring rain that drenches everyone and leaves soaking wet clothing; as soon as the snow begins to melt, with the snow still covering the ground we can move outside to the hard pavement that makes up the parking lot, but it does not bring the same joy as the fields.

Synechdoche and Apostrophe

Synecdoche

The Crown sat atop his throne. The jewels glistening from the sun pouring in through the magnificent windows. His head held high as he observed the people who gathered below him. The sounds of his speech bellowed across the courtyard below him. He consumed the cheers echoing all around. When they began to die out, he rose, left his final thoughts, and walked calmly inside his Castle.

Apostrophe

Standing over the casket, John could not stop the tears from cascading down his face. “I told myself I wouldn’t cry” he thought. “Death, why do you always have to take what I love the most. First it was my mother, and now my father too.” The death of his mother had hit him hard, leaving him with a feeling of guilt, as well as self pity, but this was a thousand times worse. He had lost the only person he had left in the world. He lost the person who helped him through his mothers death, and now he had nobody left to turn to. He was alone.

I want to get one thing straight, I never planned on anything like this happening. I just wanted to go out and have some fun. I definitely didn't plan on hurting anyone. It all just happened.

We left the high school around 8:30. Jay pulled up front and we all piled in. He drove a matte black BMW m5. His parents were rich. Jays dad owned a chain of car dealerships all over the state. As a result of that, Jay got pretty much what ever he wanted, the m5 being an example. We all piled in, there were a total of five of us packed in the car. I took the front seat next to Jay.  In the back, Mike and Jon took the outside seats with Chris taking the middle. Mike and Jon were brothers. They were separated in age by a year but it was obvious they were related. They looked the same, acted the same, they even spoke the same way. We pulled out of the parking lot and onto main street. We drove around, making sharp turns down side streets, accelerating every time we reached a straightaway. The whole car was shaking from the bass, which was turned all the way up.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of light illuminate the back seat. Jon glanced down at his phone with interest. His expression changed to disappointment as soon as he had processed what the message said. He mumbled something towards Jay but the car was too loud to hear what he had to say.

“What” Jay shouted over the steady bumping of the bass.

“Something’s wrong, you need to drop us off at home” Jon responded.

The BMW whipped into a side street, and swung into a U-turn. The car pulled out and headed in the direction it had just come from. There was very little talk for the next five minutes, aside from the mumbling between Mike and Jon.We turned down another street, and Jay pulled the car to a stop in front of a white house. The brothers both rushed into the house without a word and we pulled away.

We drove down a couple streets until we arrived at a parking lot of a movie theatre. We pulled into an empty spot near one of the stores. We were in between an ancient Honda sedan, and a brand new Dodge Dart. It was white, with a shiny finish and had a blue stripe running down the length of the car.

We went inside the theater, and watched one of the new Fast and the Furious movies. We began to walk back to Jay’s car. Somebody was inside of the Dart when we arrived. We could see his silhouette through the tinted windows. We piled back into the car and started it up. The driver of the dart revved the engine, and a roaring rumble engulfed the parking lot. Jay did the same. The Dart pulled off to the exit of the parking lot and stayed there, waiting for our car.

“I think he wants to race” Jay shouted.

“Lets do it” I responded.

We pulled up next to him, and we followed him onto the road. He accelerated quickly and we followed in pursuit. We raced down the road, Jay pulling into the opposite lane in an attempt to pass, but the Dart matched our speed and we were forced to slow down and pull behind him when Chris noticed headlights coming our way in the distance.

“Let me drive” I yelled at Jay. The Dart pulled farther away as we maneuvered around the front of the car, and I switched into the driver seat. I floored the gas pedal, and the car shot forward. We as we came to a curve in the road, we were close behind the Dart, maybe half a car length behind. We came out of the curve, six inches from his bumper. We approached another curve and I saw him drifting towards the middle of the road. Then time seemed to slow down, as I saw our headlights reflecting off the orange reflectors. I tried to swerve out of the way but it was too late.

Crash! The car struck the woman, and airbags shot out in all directions. I would find out later that one of them had broken my nose.  I pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road,  and staggered out the door, followed by Jay. Chris remained in the car. I glanced around, the woman wasn't in sight.

“Over there” Jay pointed off in the distance, there was a lump in the grass to the right of the road, visible only by the orange reflective vest bouncing back the dim light of the shattered headlight. I looked around for the dart, but it was nowhere insight. Maybe it didn't see what happened, we were right around a blind corner. The rest of the night proceeded, was all a blur. The ambulance arriving with the police officers, my time lying in a hospital bed, being questioned by the police officers in the room with dim lights and all the mirrors, to now, sitting in the holding cell waiting to be told what would happen next. Sitting on the hard bench waiting.