Exploration of Linguistic Strategies of Persuasion in Sak's the Lumber Room
A Modified Point of View of
Ernest Hemingway's "A VERY SHORT STORY"
One hot evening in Padua they carried me up onto the roof and I could look out over the top of the town. There were chimney swifts in the sky. After a while it got dark and the searchlights came out. The others went down and took the bottles with them. Luz and I could hear them below on the balcony. Luz sat on the bed. She was cool and fresh in the hot night.
Luz stayed on night duty for three months. They were glad to let her. When they operated on me she prepared me for the operating table; and we had a joke about friend or enema. I went under the anaesthetic holding tight on to myself so I would not blab about anything during the silly, talky time. After I got on crutches I used to take the temperatures so Luz would not have to get up from the bed. There were only a few patients, and they all knew about it. They all liked Luz. As I walked back along the halls I thought of Luz in my bed.
Before I went back to the front we went into the Duomo and prayed. It was dim and quiet, and there were other people praying. We wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of us had birth certificates. We felt as though we were married, but we wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so we could not lose it.
Luz wrote me many letters that I never got until after the armistice. Fifteen came in a bunch to the front and I sorted them by the dates and read them all straight through. They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved me and how it was impossible to get along without me and how terrible it was missing me at night.
After the armistice we agreed I should go home to get a job so we might be married. Luz would not come home until I had a good job and could come to New York to meet her. It was understood I would not drink, and I did not want to see my friends or anyone in the States. Only to get a job and be married. On the train from Padua to
Ernest Hemingway's "A VERY SHORT STORY"
One hot evening in Padua they carried me up onto the roof and I could look out over the top of the town. There were chimney swifts in the sky. After a while it got dark and the searchlights came out. The others went down and took the bottles with them. Luz and I could hear them below on the balcony. Luz sat on the bed. She was cool and fresh in the hot night.
Luz stayed on night duty for three months. They were glad to let her. When they operated on me she prepared me for the operating table; and we had a joke about friend or enema. I went under the anaesthetic holding tight on to myself so I would not blab about anything during the silly, talky time. After I got on crutches I used to take the temperatures so Luz would not have to get up from the bed. There were only a few patients, and they all knew about it. They all liked Luz. As I walked back along the halls I thought of Luz in my bed.
Before I went back to the front we went into the Duomo and prayed. It was dim and quiet, and there were other people praying. We wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of us had birth certificates. We felt as though we were married, but we wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so we could not lose it.
Luz wrote me many letters that I never got until after the armistice. Fifteen came in a bunch to the front and I sorted them by the dates and read them all straight through. They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved me and how it was impossible to get along without me and how terrible it was missing me at night.
After the armistice we agreed I should go home to get a job so we might be married. Luz would not come home until I had a good job and could come to New York to meet her. It was understood I would not drink, and I did not want to see my friends or anyone in the States. Only to get a job and be married. On the train from Padua to