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]]> http://3poundsofrealestate.com/2007/09/29/flip-how-to-find-fix-and-sell-houses-for-profit/comment-page-1/#comment-10570 Great Book Store Tue, 14 Jun 2011 19:22:34 +0000 http://3poundsofrealestate.com/2007/09/29/flip-how-to-find-fix-and-sell-houses-for-profit/#comment-10570 The light of the October morning was falling in dusty shafts through the uncurtained windows, and the hum of traffic rose from the street. London then was winding itself up again; the factory was astir; the machines were beginning. Where is she: setting is that room of her own. London—fairly early in the morning. It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window and see what London was dong on the morning of the twenty-sixth of October 1928. What is her situation as the author? She has been reading a lot Could imply that she has been reading all night. And what was London doing? Nobody, it seemed, was reading Antony and Cleopatra. London was wholly indifferent, it appeared, to Shakespeare's plays. Nobody cared a straw, -- and I do not blame them -- for the future of fiction, the death of poetry, or the development by the average woman of a prose style completely expressive of her mind. [1]seems a little frustrated at her lack of audience. Does seem to understand that what she has been thinking about is rather specialized. We know from these sentences that she is thinking about the future, especially the future of women’s writing. We assume she has been up all night reading Antony and Cleopatra—a play about a very strong woman who comes to grief for love a man. If opinions on any of these subjects had been chalked on the pavement, nobody would have stooped to read them. The nonchalance of the hurrying feet would have rubbed them out in half an hour. Here came an errand-boy; here a woman with a dog on a lead. The fascination of the London Street is that no two people are ever alike; each seems bound on some private affair of his own.There were the businesslike, with their little bags; there were the drifters rattling sticks upon area railings; there were affable characters to whom the streets serve for clubroom, hailing men in carts and giving information without being asked for it. Also there were funerals to which men, thus suddenly reminded of the passing of their own bodies, lifted their hats. And then a very distinguished gentleman came slowly down a doorstep and paused to avoid collision with a bustling lady who had, by some means or another, acquired a splendid fur coat and a bunch of Parma violets. They all seemed separate, self-absorbed, on business of their own. What is the point/purpose of this paragraph? Paragraph stresses isolation; how we are all separate from each other. Something interesting going on with patterns— The light of the October morning was falling in dusty shafts through the uncurtained windows, and the hum of traffic rose from the street. London then was winding itself up again; the factory was astir; the machines were beginning. Where is she: setting is that room of her own. London—fairly early in the morning. It was tempting, after all this reading, to look out of the window and see what London was dong on the morning of the twenty-sixth of October 1928. What is her situation as the author? She has been reading a lot Could imply that she has been reading all night. And what was London doing? Nobody, it seemed, was reading Antony and Cleopatra. London was wholly indifferent, it appeared, to Shakespeare’s plays. Nobody cared a straw, — and I do not blame them — for the future of fiction, the death of poetry, or the development by the average woman of a prose style completely expressive of her mind. [1]seems a little frustrated at her lack of audience. Does seem to understand that what she has been thinking about is rather specialized. We know from these sentences that she is thinking about the future, especially the future of women’s writing. We assume she has been up all night reading Antony and Cleopatra—a play about a very strong woman who comes to grief for love a man. If opinions on any of these subjects had been chalked on the pavement, nobody would have stooped to read them. The nonchalance of the hurrying feet would have rubbed them out in half an hour. Here came an errand-boy; here a woman with a dog on a lead. The fascination of the London Street is that no two people are ever alike; each seems bound on some private affair of his own.There were the businesslike, with their little bags; there were the drifters rattling sticks upon area railings; there were affable characters to whom the streets serve for clubroom, hailing men in carts and giving information without being asked for it. Also there were funerals to which men, thus suddenly reminded of the passing of their own bodies, lifted their hats. And then a very distinguished gentleman came slowly down a doorstep and paused to avoid collision with a bustling lady who had, by some means or another, acquired a splendid fur coat and a bunch of Parma violets. They all seemed separate, self-absorbed, on business of their own. What is the point/purpose of this paragraph? Paragraph stresses isolation; how we are all separate from each other. Something interesting going on with patterns—

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