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      <title>Autobiography analysis by Alice Mumby</title>
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      <pubDate>2017-02-07 02:58:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Comparison of two quotes from each text:<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-02-07 04:22:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>MILO DRUMGOOLE </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>He’s culpable, my father said, pointing an accusatory finger at the tram driver, who took umbrage at being pointed at and let off a stream of invective in Cantonese that even I could not translate.&nbsp; +&nbsp;<br>He raised the cane high above his shoulder, and as he brought it down, it made a loud swishing sound, and then there was a crack like a pistol shot as it struck Thwaites’s bottom.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-02-07 04:22:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Oliver Newton</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Boy:<br>"By the time the fourth stroke was delivered, my entire backside seemed to be going up in flames."</div><div><br>"Thwaites didn’t answer me. I glanced at him. He had gone rather pale"<br><br>"As we made our way out to the playground, my whole stomach began to feel as though it was slowly filling up with swirling water. I am only eight years old, I told myself. No little boy of eight has ever murdered anyone. It’s not possible"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-02-07 04:23:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lewis Clark</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Boy<br></strong>“He raised the cane high above his shoulder, and as he brought it down, it made a loud swishing sound, and then there was a crack like a pistol shot as it struck Thwaites’s bottom.”<br>,<br>“The flush of triumph over the dead mouse was carried forward to the next morning as we all met again to walk to school.”</div><div>,<br>“One day, when we lifted it up, we found a dead mouse lying among our treasures. It was an exciting discovery. Thwaites took it out by its tail and waved it in front of our faces. ‘What shall we do with it?’ he cried”</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-02-07 04:24:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lewis Clark</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>Gweilo<br></strong>“Feeling I should do something, I stepped forwards and yelled at him, ‘Wei! Lei! Heui la! Diu nei lo mo!’ (literally, Hey, you! Get lost! Go &amp;$^@ your mother!.) At the time, I was ignorant of the exact meaning of the phrase but knew it was pretty expensive.”<br>,<br>“The passengers in the tram, like schoolboys in a play-ground seeing a fight in the offing, started to egg the tram driver on. He commenced bouncing about on his heels like a boxer warming up.”</div><div>,<br>“Sparks flew from the tram wheel. A North point bound tram slid into the back of the Ford at an impact speed of about three miles an hour. I was mildly jolted in the back seat.”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-02-07 04:24:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Oliver Newton</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Gweilo:<br>“Feeling I should do something, I stepped forwards and yelled at him, ‘Wei! Lei! Heui la! Diu nei lo mo!’ (literally, Hey, you! Get lost! Go F*** your mother!.) At the time, I was ignorant of the exact meaning of the phrase but knew it was pretty expensive.”<br><br>“‘He’s culpable,’ my father said pointing an accusatory finger at the tram driver, who took umbrage at being pointed at and let off a stream of invective in Cantonese that even I could not translate.”<br><br>"The evening, I sat on the balcony with all of Hong Kong spread out at my feet and tried to imagine it with-out streets and buildings and ferry boats."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-02-07 04:25:57 UTC</pubDate>
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