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      <title>3rd Hour Siddhartha Literary Devices by Emily</title>
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      <description>Each student will add 3 literary devices total from the whole book. Post your literary device under the chapter you found it in, and include the quote, page number, and name the device. Please make sure you include your name in your post, and please choose new devices so that we don&#39;t have repeats. This page is meant to be a reference for when we write our analysis papers later on in the unit. </description>
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         <title>Name, Page #, &quot;Quote,&quot; List the Literary Device</title>
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         <title>Olivia Carlson, page 5, &quot;Wandering along the rosy paths of the fig garden, sitting in contemplation in the blueish shade of the grove...&quot; Imagery</title>
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         <title>Jessica Stewart, pg. 5, &quot;twinkling stars at night, from the sun&#39;s melting rays&quot; Personification</title>
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         <title>Michael Priddy, Page 14, &quot;Everything lied, stank of lies.&quot; Metaphor</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Jack, 9, "He became as pale as a dried banana skin." Simile.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Evie McDonald, Page 7, &quot;pure as honey collected by the bees&quot;. Simile</title>
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         <title>Addi Tober, page 21, &quot;he had performed wonders, he had conquered the devil, he had spoken with the gods,&quot; Asyndeton.</title>
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         <title>Johnny, pg. 9 &quot;...his soul as the arrow directed at Brahman.&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Isabel Hernandez, Page 4, "... then Govinda wanted to follow him as his friend, his companion, his servant, his lance bearer, his shadow." Repetition </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Nyle, 9, &quot;Siddhartha looked at him like one who had just awakened.&quot; simile.</title>
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         <title>Ryan Whitaker, Page 4, &quot;Siddhartha walked through the streets of the town, with his lofty brow, his king-like eyes and his slim figure.&quot; Imagery</title>
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         <title>Anderson, 4, &quot;a good stupid sheep amongst a large herd.&quot; Metaphor</title>
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         <title>Braelynn Cena, Page 3, &quot;Already he knew how to pronounce Om silently&quot; Allusion </title>
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         <title>Caleb Wolffis. Page 5, &quot; To feel the seeds of discontent.&quot; imagery</title>
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         <title>Oscar Anderson, Page 13, &quot;The flesh disappeared from his legs and cheeks.&quot; Imagery</title>
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         <title>Kyle Wright Page 21</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The world was sick"Personification.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Maizie, Page 9, &quot;They were thin white men... with dusty and bleeding sholders.&quot; Imagery </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Eli Morrison pg 5 "Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him." Personification.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Johnny, pg. 9, &quot;...with dusty and bleeding shoulders.&quot; Imagery</title>
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         <title>Noah Liu, 6, &quot;Was it really Prajapati who had created the world? Was it not Atman,&quot; repetition.</title>
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         <title>Johnny, pg. 3 &quot;&quot;Already he knew how to pronounce Om silently&quot; Allusion</title>
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         <title>Gwen Ortquist, Page 13</title>
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         <title>Robert</title>
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         <title>Caden, 6</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“This word of words” repetition</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Caden, 4</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“There was pride in his mother’s breast” personification</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Caden, 15</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Like a hunter at a chasm” simile</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Maizie, Page 41, &quot; He shivered inwardly like a small animal..&quot;, Simile </title>
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         <title>Olivia Carlson, page 87, &quot;...like a sponge that absorbs water until it is full.&quot; Simile </title>
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         <title>Gwen Ortquist, Page 27</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Every finger of his hand spoke of peace, spoke of completeness, sought nothing, imitated nothing, reflected a continuous quiet, an unfading light, an invulnerable peace." Personification </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Gwen Ortquist, Page 45</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He saw the sun rise over forest and mountains and set over the distant palm shore." Imagery </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Gwen Ortquist, Page 78</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Like a thin veil, like a thin mist, a weariness settled on Siddhartha." Simile </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Evie McDonald, page 76 &quot;Slowly, like moisture entering the dying tree trunk, slowly filling and rotting it&quot;. Simile</title>
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         <title>Jessica Stewart, page 51, &quot;a bright red mouth like a freshly cut fig&quot; Simile</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Om silently... his brow radiating the glow of pure spirit." Personification</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He, who was still a boy... that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every single part of the body has its secret which can give pleasure to one who can understand." Repetition </div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>"He felt something die in his heart; he saw no more happiness, no goal." Exaggeration&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Jessica Stewart, page 117, &quot;... looked away, locked his heart...&quot; Personification</title>
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         <title>Noah Liu, page 101, &quot;The river looked at him with a thousand eyes...&quot; Personification</title>
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         <title>Noah Liu, page 132, &quot;The river laughed.&quot; Personification</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Isabel Hernandez, page 82 "... and at the same moment he was horrified and his heart ached as if he had thrown away with this bird all that was good and of value in himself" similie</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Nyle Eggert, Page 46</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The days and nights were short, every hour passes quickly like a sail on the sea." Simile</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Kyle Wright page 117,&quot;he sat with a pale face on the hill of the dead&quot;...Personification</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The young bird is accustomed to a different life, to a different nest" Metaphor</div>]]></description>
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