tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319801916804589852024-02-20T15:09:26.091-08:00Read. Learn. Educate.aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-76680852043879935442011-03-21T14:26:00.000-07:002011-03-21T14:26:24.074-07:00The Shirt: Tones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NsIVGZdQ9DY/TYfA4YjC8oI/AAAAAAAACWc/cVo5J9e9U2g/s1600/melancholy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></a><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NsIVGZdQ9DY/TYfA4YjC8oI/AAAAAAAACWc/cVo5J9e9U2g/s1600/melancholy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="73" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NsIVGZdQ9DY/TYfA4YjC8oI/AAAAAAAACWc/cVo5J9e9U2g/s320/melancholy.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li> So the shirt remains, but the man is gone</li>
<li>... it was painful evidence of his picture without me</li>
<li>I am a freckle-faced, green-eyed redheaded atheist from one of the cheaper suburbs of Melbourne</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li> there were only WC's pictures on the table. This shows that WC only cares about himself</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>She knew she was being dumped, but she still reminiscing about their relationship</li>
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</div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-16959887555301304282011-03-21T14:13:00.000-07:002011-03-21T14:13:15.527-07:00The Shirt: Characters and Characteristics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">Physical Appearance</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><ul><li style="text-align: center;">1st year student at Melbourne University</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">Freckled-faced, green-eyed, red-headed</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">atheist</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">Characteristics</span></b></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: center;">easily fall in love</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">childish</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">obsessed with WC</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">stubborn</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">persistent</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li style="text-align: center;">Final year student at the university</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">Completed his basic medical degree at London University</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">Studied psychiatric at Melbourne University</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">originated from Sandakan</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">good-looking ans has a model-like built</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li style="text-align: center;">vain</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">liar</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">calm</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li style="text-align: center;">Beautiful and sophisticated Londoner</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">Platinum blonde</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">Stayed in Europe for modelling assignments</li>
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</div></div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-74178961865035314942011-03-07T17:00:00.000-08:002011-03-07T17:00:00.962-08:00The Shirt: Themes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BhQfQLenQwM/TXV65ArLkrI/AAAAAAAACWI/wMIa0YN7InI/s1600/themes1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BhQfQLenQwM/TXV65ArLkrI/AAAAAAAACWI/wMIa0YN7InI/s320/themes1.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9-LU-wO9plQ/TXV63zqbCQI/AAAAAAAACV8/08HATWJIOaI/s1600/age.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9-LU-wO9plQ/TXV63zqbCQI/AAAAAAAACV8/08HATWJIOaI/s320/age.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This could be seen when Wu Cheng (W.C) said to Emma,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'm too old for you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emma is a first-year student at her university</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meanwhile, WC is a 29-years-old post-graduate from Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was his final year at the university</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wu Cheng was acting as if he was in love with Emma but in an odd way like when he told Emma to get out of his room, playing with Emma's feelings when she refused to get out from the room</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WC gets married to a 26-years-old blonde, she was a part-time model and studied in London</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'WC' means 'Water Closet', the only name that used by Emma for Wu Cheng. Emma sent letters to WC but she received replies weeks later with a remark "Return to sender - W.C. has died". This was a mistake done by WC in faking his death to Emma</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WC said his family only want a Chinese, who is intelligent, wealthy, has a good reputation of family history and a Catholic. But then, he got married to an English woman</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-B7ImxxCmoIQ/TXV645esnUI/AAAAAAAACWE/EqWYQMvEcJU/s1600/lovemakes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-B7ImxxCmoIQ/TXV645esnUI/AAAAAAAACWE/EqWYQMvEcJU/s320/lovemakes.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>WC</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WC acted as a mentor for Emma as he was the final year student and Emma was a first year student</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He said that he loves Emma for the first and last time during his birthday party</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He kissed Emma before his departure for Malaysia</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Emma</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emma refused to leave WC's room even after she was repeatedly told to do so by WC</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emma told WC to accept her because she wanted to be with him. Words like, "WC, please don't go", and "I'm not yellow enough for you" shows how musch she wanted to be with WC.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Emma went to the airport to meet WC for the last time to show how meaningful WC is to her. She even sent letters to him, hoping that he would remember her</div><br />
</div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-31529631312316875082011-03-06T21:48:00.000-08:002011-03-06T21:48:29.023-08:00Hills Like White Elephants: Setting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Train Station</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a6gbXN3s_DQ/TXRncuvagmI/AAAAAAAACVw/aGeJ7jPhFqo/s1600/St.+Catharines+Train+Station.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a6gbXN3s_DQ/TXRncuvagmI/AAAAAAAACVw/aGeJ7jPhFqo/s320/St.+Catharines+Train+Station.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ebro River</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D5pRlsTCDyI/TXRm5or23GI/AAAAAAAACVs/dot4X4CB24Y/s1600/1744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D5pRlsTCDyI/TXRm5or23GI/AAAAAAAACVs/dot4X4CB24Y/s320/1744.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a society who are ignorant</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The American Man said that the operation was as if blowing air into the body but in reality, the operation would be painful. In other words, the American Man was being ignorant towards Jig</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a society who are indecisive</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jig were not sure to undergo the operation or not. From the dialog, we could identify the indecisive tone in her speech.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-9103648555179115592011-02-20T20:17:00.000-08:002011-02-20T20:17:50.565-08:00Hills Like White Elephant: Characters & Characteristics and Point of View<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3QBf-cyPKs/TWHkEVz5g_I/AAAAAAAACTo/ZJKYP6yjdF0/s1600/jig.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3QBf-cyPKs/TWHkEVz5g_I/AAAAAAAACTo/ZJKYP6yjdF0/s320/jig.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Young</span></b> - enjoyed drinking alcohol</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><b>Pregnant</b> </span>- it is obvious because the whole story is about pregnancy</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><b>Loving</b> </span>- cares for the American man</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>Indecisive</b> </span>- keeps changing her decision</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b>Peacemaker</b> </span>- She is not willing to talk about the problem that bothers both of them so much and keeps changing the topic. She is trying to avoid worse arguments</div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Third-person</span></b> point of view</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hemingway doesn't reveal the character's thoughts but only on what they do and say</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Minimum context being presented: only on the scenery (river of Ebro, white hills), the weather (hot) and the train schedules.</div></div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-13400254287176838882011-02-20T07:07:00.001-08:002011-02-20T07:07:54.495-08:00Hills Like White Elephant: Plot<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oL0SwZ1f0RM/TTG-s8Yo6-I/AAAAAAAACM4/THmvCqjb-_w/s1600/plot+black+beauty.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oL0SwZ1f0RM/TTG-s8Yo6-I/AAAAAAAACM4/THmvCqjb-_w/s400/plot+black+beauty.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwYmp1wpztU/TTG-tT38NQI/AAAAAAAACNI/pGZ6ioOrcHY/s1600/exposition.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lwYmp1wpztU/TTG-tT38NQI/AAAAAAAACNI/pGZ6ioOrcHY/s320/exposition.png" width="320" /></a></div><ul><li>A man and a woman were outside a bar having some drinks and waiting for the train</li>
<li>They decided to order beers and the woman who works at the bar brought the drinks to their table</li>
<li>The girl remarked that the distant hills look lke white elephants, but the man discounted her remark</li>
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<ul><li>Jig eventually assented to the operation, and gave the final justification: "I don't care about me". She attempted to drop the subject, but the man persisted as if still unsure of Jig's intentions and mental state</li>
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<li> The Spanish bartender brought two more beers and told them that the train would arrive in 5 minutes</li>
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</div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-54749893108397209482011-02-07T08:30:00.000-08:002011-02-07T08:30:04.118-08:00Black Beauty: Tones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TVAGxR0_QOI/AAAAAAAACTk/rotV4vxAnKM/s1600/tones.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TVAGxR0_QOI/AAAAAAAACTk/rotV4vxAnKM/s400/tones.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I should be glad to oblige the lady, sir, but I had a seven days' license once, and the work was too hard for me, and for my horses. Year in and Year out, not a day's rest, and never a Sunday with my wife and children, and never able to go to a place of worship."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">CHRISTMAS and the New Year are very merry times for some people; but for cabmen and cabmen's horses it is no holiday, though it may be a harvest."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Straps here, and straps there, a bit in my mouth, and blinkers over my eyes. Now, I am not complaining for I know it must be so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was doing his best to pull a heavy cart, while a strong, rough boy was cutting him under the belly with his whip, and chucking cruelly at his little mouth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Poor little fellow!" she said, "he suffers a deal of pain; he is four years old and can't walk anymore than a baby; but the doctor said if I could get him into the hospital, he might get well; pray, sir how far is it? Which way is it?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was a plowboy, Dick, who sometimes came into our field to pluck blackberries from the hedge. When he had eaten all he wanted he would have whta he called fun with the colts, throwing stones and sticks at them to make them gallop. We did not much mind him, for we could gallop off; but sometimes a stone would hit and hurt us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One day, he was at this game, and did not know that the master was in the next field; but he was there, watching what was going on; over the hedge he jumped in a snap, and catching Dick by the arm, he gave him such a box on the ear as made him roar with the pain and surprise. As soon as we saw the master we trotted up nearer to see what went on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Bad boy!" he said, "bad boy! to chase the colts. This is not the first time, nor the second, but it shall be last. There -- take your money and go home; I shall not want you on my farm again."</span></b> So we never saw Dick anymore. Old Daniel, the man looked after the horses, was just as gentle as our master, so we were well off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. "Now we shall see the hare," sid my mother; and just then a hare wild with fright rushed by and made for the woods. On came the dogs; they burst over the bank, leaped the stream, and came dashing across the field followed by the huntsmen. Six or eight men leaped their horses clean over, close upon the dogs. The hare tried to get through the fence; it was too thick, and she turned sharp round to make for the road, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but it was too late; the dogs were upon her with their wild cries; we heard one shriek, and that was the end of her.</span></b> One of the huntsmen rode up and whipped off the dogs, who would soon have torn her to pieces. He held her up by the leg torn and bleeding, and all the gentlemen seemed well pleased.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As for me, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was so astonished that I did not at first see what was going on</span></b> by the brook; but <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">when I did look there was a sad sight; two fine horses were down,</span></b> one was struggling in the stream, and the other was groaning on the grass. One of the riders was getting out of the water covered with mud, the other lay quite still.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. "Well, no," she said, "you must not say that; but though I am an old horse, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and have seen and heard a great deal,</span></b> I never yet could make out <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">why men are so fond of this sport;</span></b> they often <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">hurt themselves, </span></b>often <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">spoil good horses,</span></b> and<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> tear up the fields,</span></b> and all for a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">hare or a fox, or a stag, that they could get more easily some other way</span></b>; but we are only horses, and don't know."</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Black Beauty watched in astonishment as the dogs and men are pursuing a hare.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Now we shall see the hare," sid my mother; and just then a hare wild with fright rushed by and made for the woods. On came the dogs; they burst over the bank, leaped the stream, and came dashing across the field followed by the huntsmen. Six or eight men leaped their horses clean over, close upon the dogs. The hare tried to get through the fence; it was too thick, and she turned sharp round to make for the road, but it was too late; the dogs were upon her with their wild cries; we heard one shriek, and that was the end of her. One of the huntsmen rode up and whipped off the dogs, who would soon have torn her to pieces. He held her up by the leg torn and bleeding, and all the gentlemen seemed well pleased.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Black Beauty was astonished as he found that wearing a bridle and saddle is very uncomfortable</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had of course long been used to a halter and and a headstall, and to be led about in the field and lanes quietly, but now I was to have a bit and a bridle; my master gave mesome oats as usual, and, after a good deal of coaxing, he got the bit into my mouth, and the bridle fixed, but it was a nasty thing!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Black Beauty described the act of the dogs killing the hare</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The hare tried to get through the fence; it was too thick, and she turned sharp round to make for the road, but it was too late; the dogs were upon her with their wild cries; we heard one shriek, and that was the end of her. One of the huntsmen rode up and whipped off the dogs, who would soon have torn her to pieces. He held her up by the leg torn and bleeding, and all the gentlemen seemed well pleased.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Black Beauty described the death of 'Rob Roy', a horse who joins the hunt. 'Rob Roy' was injured, and he was shot to death by a man.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">..... Then someone ran ito our master's house and came back with a gun; presently there was a loud bang and a dreadful shriek, and then all was still; and the black horse moved no more</div><br />
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</div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-73196701390886439712011-02-07T06:37:00.000-08:002011-02-07T15:12:31.525-08:00Black Beauty: Point of View and Moral Values<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TVAAa05Hb0I/AAAAAAAACTA/mhWmf6neuv4/s1600/point+of+view.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TVAAa05Hb0I/AAAAAAAACTA/mhWmf6neuv4/s400/point+of+view.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The story was told by a highbred horse named Black Beauty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Black Beauty has always been obeying every master he ever had.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">James went into the stable which was on fire to save Black Beauty and Ginger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The strong friendship between Black Beauty and Ginger.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The friendship that Black Beauty had with John, James and Joe.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Black Beauty really respects and loves his mother, he always obeys what his mother had told him.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Between human and animals (Jerry has always respected Black Beauty and has never tried to rush him and whip him</div><br />
</div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-13368142105322047062011-01-24T06:53:00.000-08:002011-01-24T16:25:53.052-08:00Black Beauty: Settings<img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT2iiWxf3fI/AAAAAAAACOo/g76adT0R-6c/s400/settings.png" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565783425612242418" border="0" /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT2iikhCI2I/AAAAAAAACPA/OHgzc9AUqtI/s400/time.png" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565783429301281634" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mid 1800's</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT4VTNlErfI/AAAAAAAACPo/kyTLhFLPCqk/s400/grandpa-horse-carriage.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565909609283366386" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">horse as transportation</div><div style="text-align: center;">roads made of stones</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Daylight</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">pg 12</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Night</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reuben Smith incident</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >May</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pg 14</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >During Winter</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Page 48</div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT4VSLP-heI/AAAAAAAACPQ/GMST6ASAMwY/s400/2399_2007-0018.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 254px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565909591478142434" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A horse during winter</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT2iihcvwwI/AAAAAAAACO4/xDyTcP5mO_o/s400/society.png" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565783428477993730" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Kind towards animals</span></b></div></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT4VS_o9KTI/AAAAAAAACPg/rcR07I6Ge-Y/s400/GirlHuggingHorse.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565909605541554482" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The act of being kind towards animals</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Responsible</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Appreciative</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Lovin</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "><b>g</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Selfish</b></span></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT2iiTnSWfI/AAAAAAAACOw/qf8H_QZozJQ/s400/Place.png" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565783424764107250" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Farmer Grey's farm</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Neighbour's farm</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Stable</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT4X5gtOE3I/AAAAAAAACPw/yE0UEKkJ4Aw/s400/horses-in-stable-4-big.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565912466276094834" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Birtwick Park</span></b></div></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT4VSSGV5vI/AAAAAAAACPY/GplndT6PpUM/s400/4105388021_d38787dcc7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565909593316779762" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >A stable of Squire Gordon's friend</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Horse Fair</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >London</span></b></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TT4VSBxG6FI/AAAAAAAACPI/CPZpDfvhuzU/s400/london_bridge_1800.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565909588932749394" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; ">London Bridge</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-44225523362381982122011-01-17T04:59:00.000-08:002011-01-17T07:32:52.534-08:00Black Beauty: Theme<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTRCqTWPsqI/AAAAAAAACOI/uV_LJRRVJiY/s1600/themes.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTRCqTWPsqI/AAAAAAAACOI/uV_LJRRVJiY/s400/themes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563144734224921250" border="0" /></a><br />Theme in literature is defined as the idea or the gist of the story. There are main theme and sub-themes. Usually, the main theme is revealed during the climax of the story (refer to the first post)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTRCqjI-EHI/AAAAAAAACOQ/c7NdHYr3yeY/s1600/Main%2Btheme.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTRCqjI-EHI/AAAAAAAACOQ/c7NdHYr3yeY/s400/Main%2Btheme.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563144738464206962" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mistreatment of Animals</span><br /></span>Evidences:<br /></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>A man wretched a pony's head and whipped it with excuse that it did not want to follow his will - Chapter 11</li><li>A boy tried to force a pony to jump over a fence, mercilessly ignoring that it was incapable of doing so - Chapter 13</li><li>Many drivers think of horse as if it were a steam engine , expecting it to go far and fast with a large load - Chapter 29<br /></li><li>Seedy Sam misused his cab horses, disregarding their well-being<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTRCqrBC_zI/AAAAAAAACOY/i4Mc8xjiSKU/s1600/subthemes.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTRCqrBC_zI/AAAAAAAACOY/i4Mc8xjiSKU/s400/subthemes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563144740578459442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Loyalty of a Horse to Its Master</span><br /></span>Evidences:<br /></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Black Beauty left stable when James came for him during the fire. It is normally hard to get a horse to do so in such condition - Chapter 16 & 17<br /></li><li>Black Beauty galloped as fast as he can to get to the doctor for his sick mistress. He also brought the doctor back as quickly as possible to the house even though he was already tired - Chapter 18<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love Between Animals</span></span><br />Evidence:<br /></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>Black Beauty sympathized Ginger's shortcomings, being whipped, overworked and misused by her new driver - Chapter 40</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Love Towards Animals</span></span><br />Evidences:<br /></div><ul style="text-align: center;"><li>1st master spoke as kindly to the horse as he did to his little children. A ploughboy, Dick, who threw sticks and stones at the horses were scolded by the master - Chapter 1</li><li>Joe Green tried to stop a cater from unmercifully shouting and flogging two horses - Chapter 20</li><li>Jerry took as much pains to see if the collar and bridle fitted comfortably. Jerry also gave horses rest on Sunday - Chapter 33<br /></li></ul>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-44832865217100970152011-01-15T18:11:00.000-08:002011-01-16T02:08:06.516-08:00Black Beauty: Characters<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJWRn7O6-I/AAAAAAAACNo/1dxCvL71YPs/s1600/characters.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJWRn7O6-I/AAAAAAAACNo/1dxCvL71YPs/s400/characters.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603350531173346" border="0" /></a><br />Definition of characters: Characters are the role in the story. Without the characters, it is as if you went to a play without actors and actresses. Characters can be divided into<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">round and flat</span>, and also <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">dynamic and static</span> characters. The main character is known as <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">protagonist</span> </span>while the opposing character is known as <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">antagonist</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. In the black beauty context, I will divide the characters into three types; good human being, bad human being and animals.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJYJStZUjI/AAAAAAAACOA/cKGVwPLCcsA/s1600/good%2Bhuman%2Bbeing.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJYJStZUjI/AAAAAAAACOA/cKGVwPLCcsA/s400/good%2Bhuman%2Bbeing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562605406420292146" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr Douglas Squire Gordon</span></span><br />A very kind and loving master,<br />a very fine judge of horses.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">James Howard</span></span><br />stable boy,<br />he is gentle and clever when dealing with horses<br />had to Birtwick Park for another job<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">John Manly</span></span><br />Coachman,<br />considerate to the horses,<br />never uses brutality,<br />tend to Black Beauty when he is ill<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJYJJfYSmI/AAAAAAAACN4/SsFs6Sp9zqE/s1600/bad%2Bhuman%2Bbeing.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJYJJfYSmI/AAAAAAAACN4/SsFs6Sp9zqE/s400/bad%2Bhuman%2Bbeing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562605403945585250" border="0" /></a></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr Jakes</span></span><br />An owner who uses Black Beauty as a work horse,<br />forcing him to carry heavy loads<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr Nicholas Skinner</span></span><br />A ruthless cab horse owner who wears out horses<br />through hard work and mistreatment<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sawyer</span></span><br />He was cruel to his pony by using the whip<br />brutally that it hurts the pony<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Captain Langley</span></span><br />Treated his horses like his military men<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJYI4JzA4I/AAAAAAAACNw/vkAFAa5Z7Lg/s1600/animals.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTJYI4JzA4I/AAAAAAAACNw/vkAFAa5Z7Lg/s400/animals.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562605399291659138" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Darkie/Black Beauty/Black Auster/Jack</span><br />The narrator of the story, a black horse with a white diamond-shaped pattern on his head<br />After a bad accident with Reuben Smith, he was no longer considered as presentable, so he had to do harder work than before. He had several masters, some are cruel, some are kind and loving.<br />The horse was really royal to his master. Once, he saved his master from falling into a pond by using his instinct<br />He had a mother named Duchess and a brother, called Rob Roy<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Merrylegs</span><br />A short, white handsome pony that is polite to both humans and horses.<br />The young daughters at Birtwick Park used to ride him before he was sent to live with a vicar who promised never to sell him<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Ginger</span><br />Black Beauty's companion at Birtwick Park. She is named for her chestnut colour and her biting habit<br />Due to the mistreatment that she received in the past, she was aggressive towards human<br />She died because of cruelty of human<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Sir Oliver</span><br />An older horse who had his tails docked in order to satisfy human's sense of fashion<br />It caused him great annoyance and discomfort<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Hotspur</span><br />A five-year old horse bought as replacement for Captain<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-431980191680458985.post-3962987815402226562011-01-09T18:42:00.000-08:002011-01-15T17:59:20.457-08:00Black Beauty: Plot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TS5b6oOqvaI/AAAAAAAACMw/y_Q9yOtrRHg/s1600/Black-Beauty-The-Autobiograph.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TS5b6oOqvaI/AAAAAAAACMw/y_Q9yOtrRHg/s400/Black-Beauty-The-Autobiograph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561483652638621090" border="0" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Literature is a form of art used to express the author's messages and emotions. For example, most folk tales contain moral values that are conveyed to the readers by the events in the story. In the Malaysian context, Pak Pandir is a good example of literary text that could conveys the messages and values well. The story is entertaining and most of the children love it. Indirectly, the readers of all age would learn from the story itself.</div><div><br /></div><div>The literary text that I would like to highlight in this post is Black Beauty. The only piece written by Anna Sewell, Black Beauty is a story told from the views of a graceful black horse from the days when it was until it became old. Like any other literary text, Black Beauty contains the literary elements; plot, characters, settings, point of views, symbols, themes and tones. In this post, I would focus more on the plot of the story.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are five stages in the plot of Black Beauty;<br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-s8Yo6-I/AAAAAAAACM4/Iqd0V8bE45M/s1600/plot%2Bblack%2Bbeauty.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-s8Yo6-I/AAAAAAAACM4/Iqd0V8bE45M/s400/plot%2Bblack%2Bbeauty.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562436694112267234" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-tT38NQI/AAAAAAAACNI/VJ_kYiJ7LKg/s1600/exposition.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-tT38NQI/AAAAAAAACNI/VJ_kYiJ7LKg/s400/exposition.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562436700417570050" border="0" /></a>Exposition</span> is meant to expose the readers with the background of the story and the main character. The story started when the horse tells the story about his memory as a young colt at a pleasant meadow. From this context, the readers could infer the life of the horse when it was young. The horse also mentioned about it's breaking in process in order to get used with sounds and things that could distract the horse.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTHARmhDNqI/AAAAAAAACNg/O5gDc1GWhds/s1600/rising%2Baction.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTHARmhDNqI/AAAAAAAACNg/O5gDc1GWhds/s400/rising%2Baction.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562438423408752290" border="0" /></a><br />As for Rising Action, it is actually made of conflicts and events that is experienced by the protagonist which would direct the story towards the climax. The black horse was sent to a neighbour's pasture near a railroad and prepared to start work. Then, it is sold to Squire Gordon and live comfortably in Birtwick Hall for three years. This is the place where he met other horses like Merrylegs, Ginger and Sir Oliver. In one event, when Black Beauty and Ginger were on their way away from Birtwick, they were caught in a fire. Luckily they managed to escape with the help of James.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-tJ5vcRI/AAAAAAAACNA/UajJBR2Zz0s/s1600/climax.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-tJ5vcRI/AAAAAAAACNA/UajJBR2Zz0s/s400/climax.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562436697740767506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Climax</span> is the greatest point of the story. Through these tips, you can identify the climax easily:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">The turning point of the story</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Usually reveals a missing point in the story</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Protagonist experiences a change</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Reveals the theme</span><br />Black Beauty was sold to Earshall Park and called Black Auster. In an event, Black Beauty was hurt when he was driven by Reuben Smith who was drunk at that time. Smith died while Black Beauty suffered from his ruined knees.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-thMmjkI/AAAAAAAACNQ/hCycNwTfmQQ/s1600/falling%2Baction.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-thMmjkI/AAAAAAAACNQ/hCycNwTfmQQ/s400/falling%2Baction.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562436703993892418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Falling Action</span> occurs after climax where the readers can see the protagonist after the changes occurred and it leads to the Resolution of the story. In Black Beauty's context, he is separated from Ginger and sold to Jerry Barker at a horse fair. Black Beauty works as a horse cab and happened to see Ginger, who was badly treated as a cab horse. Ginger yearns for death as she was in much pain. After awhile, Black Beauty happens to see Ginger's body being carted away.<br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-uMFNJnI/AAAAAAAACNY/HMu7EXP7U18/s1600/Resolution.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcVODZm9dvA/TTG-uMFNJnI/AAAAAAAACNY/HMu7EXP7U18/s400/Resolution.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562436715505591922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Resolution</span> is the part where the problems are solved. In other words, it is the end of a story. In Black Beauty's story, the resolution occurred when Black Beauty was taken to an auction where he was sold to Farmer Thorough and his grandson. They believe that they could rehabilitate broken horses like Black Beauty in their country meadow. They succeeded in their work and sold Black Beauty to Ellen and Lavinia Blomefield. Joe Green is still working for the Blomefield. Joe Green was still working for the Blomefield family and recognized Black Beauty, who then settled into a long, happy life in his last home.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>aimisyafiqahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15534560685198295753noreply@blogger.com1