PHRASAL VERBS IN VIRGINIA WOOLF’S FICTION: THE WAVES: Page 5
Publicat el 20 de juny de 2014 per ealonso
THE WAVES : page 5
There are three phrasals verbs on page 5:
TO PULL UP, SMACK DOWN, and GO DOWN
To pull up :
Meaning : draw something up
USE: basic, upward
To smack down:
Meaning: hit something hard and noisily
USE: basic, downward
To go down:
Meaning: descend
USE: basic, downward
“The beast stamps; the elephant with its foot chained; the great brute on the beach stamps,” said Louis.
“Look at the house,” said Jinny, “with all its windows white with blinds.”
“Cold water begins to run from the scullery tap, “said Rhoda, “over the mackerel in the bowl.”
“The walls are cracked with gold cracks,” said Bernard, “and there are blue,
finger-shaped shadows or leaves beneath the windows,”
“Now Mrs Constable PULLS UP her thick black stockings” said Susan.
“When the smoke rises, sleep curls off the roof like a mist,” said Louis.
“The birds sang in chorus first,”said Rhoda. “Now the scullery door is unbarred- Off they fly. Off they fly like a fling of seed. But one sings by the bedroom window alone.”
“Bubbles form on the floor of the saucepan,” said Jinny. Then they rise, quicker and quicker, in a silver chain to the top.”
“Now Biddy scrapes the fish-scales with a jagged knife on to a wooden board,” said Neville.
“The dining-room window is dark blue now,” said Bernard, “and the air ripples above the chimmeys.”
” A swallow is perched on the lightning-conductor,” said Susan. “And Biddy has SMACKED DOWN the bucket on the kitchen flags.”
“That is the first stroke of the church bell, ” said Louis. “Then the others follow: one, two; one, two; one, two.”
“Look at the tablecloth, flying white along the table,” said Rhoda.”Now there are rounds of white china, and silver streaks besdide each plate.”
“Suddenly a bee booms in my ear,” said Neville. “It is here; it is past.”
“I burn, I shiver,” said Jinny, “out of this sun, into this shadow.”
“Now they have all gone,” said Louis. “I am alone. They have gone into the house for breakfast, and I am left standing by the wall among the flowers. It is very early, before lessons. Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green. The petals are harlequins. Stalks rise from the black hollows beneath. The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots GO DOWN to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. I am a boy in grey flannels with a belt fastened by a brass snake up here. Down there my eyes are the lidless eyes of a stone figure in a desert by the Nile. I see a woman passing with red pitchers to the river; I see camels
“Look at the house,” said Jinny, “with all its windows white with blinds.”
“Cold water begins to run from the scullery tap, “said Rhoda, “over the mackerel in the bowl.”
“The walls are cracked with gold cracks,” said Bernard, “and there are blue,
finger-shaped shadows or leaves beneath the windows,”
“Now Mrs Constable PULLS UP her thick black stockings” said Susan.
“When the smoke rises, sleep curls off the roof like a mist,” said Louis.
“The birds sang in chorus first,”said Rhoda. “Now the scullery door is unbarred- Off they fly. Off they fly like a fling of seed. But one sings by the bedroom window alone.”
“Bubbles form on the floor of the saucepan,” said Jinny. Then they rise, quicker and quicker, in a silver chain to the top.”
“Now Biddy scrapes the fish-scales with a jagged knife on to a wooden board,” said Neville.
“The dining-room window is dark blue now,” said Bernard, “and the air ripples above the chimmeys.”
” A swallow is perched on the lightning-conductor,” said Susan. “And Biddy has SMACKED DOWN the bucket on the kitchen flags.”
“That is the first stroke of the church bell, ” said Louis. “Then the others follow: one, two; one, two; one, two.”
“Look at the tablecloth, flying white along the table,” said Rhoda.”Now there are rounds of white china, and silver streaks besdide each plate.”
“Suddenly a bee booms in my ear,” said Neville. “It is here; it is past.”
“I burn, I shiver,” said Jinny, “out of this sun, into this shadow.”
“Now they have all gone,” said Louis. “I am alone. They have gone into the house for breakfast, and I am left standing by the wall among the flowers. It is very early, before lessons. Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green. The petals are harlequins. Stalks rise from the black hollows beneath. The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots GO DOWN to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. I am a boy in grey flannels with a belt fastened by a brass snake up here. Down there my eyes are the lidless eyes of a stone figure in a desert by the Nile. I see a woman passing with red pitchers to the river; I see camels
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