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Beitrag von jul4ik89

03.02.2009 17:18:25

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Wir müssen in dieser Geschichte von Seite 38-41 (One language many voices) foreshadowings finden. Habe ein foreshadowing gefunden: "Under the breathless sun of midday it had the white pallor of death". Gibt es noch mehr? Finde keine mehr. Kann mir jemand helfen, weitere foreshadowings zu finden?

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Beitrag von xFranzyx

03.02.2009 17:26:45

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hehe...wäre ich in Dtl. und hätte mein altes Schulzeug da könnte ich dir helfen...aber so nicht - tut mir leid!

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Beitrag von jul4ik89

03.02.2009 18:00:10

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Gibt es vielleicht eine Internetseite, wo man dies finden kann?

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Beitrag von NoOBy.2.cRy

03.02.2009 19:05:31

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Dachte das mal ein Thread kommt,
der einen tiefsinnigen Titel hat...

und dennoch über was intim-alltägliches handelt..
ZU VIEL erwartet...
sowas wie:
"jaa, steh grad 'n bissi allein da, weil freund/~in stresst und 'ne Krise entstand... hilflos.. etc." ._.'

Also die Buchseiten kann ich leider nicht aus den Rippen schneiden, deshalb würd ich vorschlagen das du sie malst/zeichnest, scannen geht auch und sie zugänglich machst ?

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Beitrag von Sumpfgras

03.02.2009 19:31:15

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wie ich dieses Buch gehasst hab.
Aber zu der Kurzgeschichte hab ich absolut nichts dazu, geschweige denn, dass ich weiß was foreshadowings sind O.o

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Beitrag von jul4ik89

04.02.2009 18:35:51

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Das Ist der Text:

SHE was sitting on the veranda -waiting for her husband to come in for luncheon. The Malay boy had drawn the blinds when the morning lost its freshness, but she had partly raised one of them so that she could look at the river. Under the breathless sun of midday it had the -white pallor of death.(-> Das ist ein foreshadowing). A native was paddling along in a dug--out so small that it hardly showed above the surface of the water. The colours of the day -were ashy and wan. They -were but the various tones of the heat. (It was like an Eastern melody, in the minor key. which exacerbates the nerves by its -ambiguous monotony; and the ear awaits impatiently a resolution, but waits in vain.) The cicadas sang their grating song -with a frenzied energy; it was as continual and monotonous as the rustling of a brook over the stones; but on a sudden it was drowned by the loud singing of a bird, mellifluous and rich; and for an instant, -with a catch at her heart, she thought of the English blackbird.


Then she heard her husband’s step on the gravel path behind the bungalow, the path that led to the court-house in which he had been working, and she rose from her chair to greet him. He ran up the short flight of steps, for the bungalow was built on piles, and at the door the boy was waiting to take his topee. He came into the room-which served them as a dining-room and parlour, and his eyes lit up with pleasure as he saw her.


’Hulloa, Doris. Hungry?’ Ravenous.’


’It’ll only take me a minute to have a bath and then I’m ready.’


’Be quick,’ she smiled.


He disappeared into his dressing-room and she heard him -whistling cheerily -while, with the carelessness with -which she was always remonstrating, he. tore off his clothes and flung them on the floor. He ’was twenty-nine, but he -was still a school-boy; he would never grow up. That -was -why she had fallen in love with him, perhaps, for no amount of affection could persuade her that he -was good-looking. He was a little round man, with a red face like the fall moon, and blue eyes. He was rather pimply. She had examined him carefully and had been forced to confess to him that he had not a single feature which she could praise. She had told him often that he wasn’t her type at all.


’I never said I -was a beauty,’ he laughed. ’I can’t think -what it is I see in you.’


But of course she knew perfectly well. He -was a gay,jolly little man, -who took nothing very solemnly, and he -was constantly laughing. He made her laugh too. He found life an amusing rather than a serious business, and he had a charming smile. When she -was -with him she felt happy and good tempered. And the deep affection -which she saw in those merry blue eyes of his touched her. It -was very satisfactory to be loved like that. Once, sitting on his knees, during their honeymoon she had taken his face in her hands and said to him:


’You’re an ugly, little fat man, Guy, but you’ve got charm. I can’t help loving you.’


A wave of emotion swept over her and her eyes filled with tears. She saw his face contorted for a moment -with the extremity of his feeling and his voice -was a little shaky when he answered.


’It’s a terrible thing for me to have married a woman -who’s mentally deficient,’ he said.


She chuckled. It -was the characteristic answer -which she would have liked him to make.


It was hard to realize that nine months ago she had never even heard of him. She had met him at a small place by the seaside -where she -was spending a month’s holiday with her mother. Doris was a secretary to a member of parliament, Guy was home on leave. ’They -were staying at the same hotel and he quickly told her all about himself. He -was born in Sembulu, -where his father had served for thirty years under the second Sultan, and on leaving school he had entered the same service. He -was devoted to the country.


’After all England’s a foreign land to me,’ he told her. ’My home’s Sembulu.’


And now it was her home too. He asked her to marry him at the end of the month’s holiday. She had known he was going to, and had decided to refuse him. She was her widowed mother’s only child and she could not go so far away from her, but when the moment came she did not quite know what happened to her, she was carried off her feet by an unexpected emotion, and she accepted him- They had been settled now for four months in the little outstation of which he was in charge. She was very happy-


She told him once that she had quite made up her mind to refuse him.


’Are you sorry you didn’t?’ he asked, with a merry smile in his twinkling blue eyes.


’I should have been a perfect fool if I had. What a bit of luck that fate or chance or whatever it was stepped in and took the matter entirely out of my hands.


Now she heard Guy clatter down the steps to the bath-house. He was a noisy fellow and even with bare feet he could not be quiet. But he uttered an exclamation. He said two or three words in the local dialect and she could not understand. Then she heard someone speaking to him, not aloud, but in a sibilant whisper. Really it was too bad of people to waylay him when he was going to have his bath. He spoke again and though his voice -was low she could hear that he was vexed. The other voice was raised now; it was a. woman’s. Doris supposed. it was someone who had -a complaint to make. It was like a Malay woman to come in that surreptitious way. But she was evidently getting very little from Guy, for she heard him say: Get out. That at all events she understood, and then she heard him bolt the door. There was a sound of the water he was throwing over himself (the bathing arrangements still amused her; the bath-houses were under the bedrooms, on the ground; you had a large tub of water and you sluiced yourself with a little tin pail) and in a couple of minutes he was back. again in the dining-room. His hair was still wet. They sat down to luncheon.

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Beitrag von jul4ik89

04.02.2009 22:11:55

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Kann mir denn keiner weiterhelfen?

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Beitrag von Freakysilke

04.02.2009 22:18:25

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foreshadowings hab ich auch noch nie gehört... aber das ist sowas wie "rot wie rosen" oder?^^

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Beitrag von carinaclp

04.02.2009 22:23:44

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foreshadow ist vorausahnen

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Beitrag von jul4ik89

04.02.2009 23:38:56

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Ja genau, foreshadows sind Vorhersagen/Vorahnung

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