“[Scott] heard the clock on the living room mantel strike midnight, and he could no longer lie there suffering. He slipped from his bed, dressed, and so quietly that he might not even have existed--and wouldn't that have been the best, he thought miserably--left the house. Spring field crickets chirred in the darkness but stopped as he passed, and their sudden silence felt to him like censure. The moon poured silver over the town, and his black shadow kept company at his side. He walked without particular purpose, walked because he couldn't be still, walked mindless, walked dead.” ParallelismWonderful ImageryLanguage Used Beautifully Book:The River We Remember Source: The River We Remember
“...his monstrous dreams, peopled by ape-like creatures and by harlots with gleaming jewel eyes..” Wonderful ImageryCrushing Guilt Author:James Joyce