![]() ![]() ![]() ‘I explained for air, and to see, and just to walk. The moon was high and dear among the stars and the houses were gray and silent. ‘Not married,’ said the police voice behind the fiery beam. Personification: An object or abstract idea given human qualities or. ![]() ‘Just walking,’ he said simply, but his face felt cold. Of course, the correct answer is personification, since the poem speaks of Time as a winged thief, who is stealing away the authors youth. The gray or multi-colored lights touching their faces, but never really touching them ‘Your name?’ said the police car in a metallic whisper The police, of course, but what a rare, incredible thing in a city of three million, there was only one police car left, wasn’t that correct? In the story, There Will Come Soft Rains, the use of personification is to build up the story due to the lack of characters in the story. The first tool that is found readily in Bradbury’s stories is personification. In ten years of walking by night or day, for thousands of miles he had never met another person walking, not one in all that time. The message to be aware of the consequences technology can bring to this world. If he closed his eyes and stood very still, frozen, he could imagine himself upon the center of a plain, a wintry, windless In the pedestrian, Ray Bradbury uses personification, metaphors and tone to give us a glimpse into the peculiar future we may be heading towards through the eyes of Mr. The street was silent and long and empty, ‘What’s up tonight on Channel 4, Channel 7, Channel 9? ‘Hello, in there,’ he whispered to every house on every side as he moved. Mr Leonard Mead would pause, cock his head, listen, look, and march on, his feet making no noise He was alone in this world of 2053 A.D., or as good as alone, and with a final decision made, a path selected, he would stride off, sending patterns of frosty air before him like the smoke of a cigar. To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o’clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what Mr Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do. part of the intelligentsia if not the common pedestrian parlance because hortatory weights cannot be. ![]()
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