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      <title>1st 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>Emily S, pg. #7 &quot; Pure as honey collected by the bees&quot; - simile </title>
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         <title>Anna Hyde, pg. 13: &quot;The flesh dissappeared from his legs and cheeks. Strange dreams were reflected in his enlarged eyes. The nils greq long on his thin fingers and a dry bristly beard appered on his chin.&quot; (IMAGERY)</title>
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         <title>Brooklyn Beeler; page 1; &quot; In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boats, in the shade of a sallow wood and the fig tree&quot; (Imagery) </title>
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         <title>Lucy(page 5) &quot;Wandering along the rosy paths of the fig garden, sitting in contemplation in the bluish shade of the grove..&quot; -imagery </title>
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         <title>Jordan S, Pg. 3: &quot;In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boat, in the shade of the sallow wood and fig tree, Siddhartha...&quot; (IMAGERY)</title>
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         <title>Will May pg, 7 </title>
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         <title>Will Raha, Pg. 13: &quot;earth-colored unstitched cloak&quot; (Imagery)</title>
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         <title>Kaylin S., pg. 15: &quot;And Siddhartha&#39;s soul returned, died, turned into dust, experienced the troubled course of the life cycle.&quot; (personification)</title>
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         <title>Luke Glasgow pg  8</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Om is the bow, the arrow is the soul" Metaphor</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Andrew, page 8: &quot;Om is the bow, the arrow is the soul Brahman is the arrow&#39;s goal at which one aims unflinchingly.&quot;- metaphor</title>
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         <title>Emily S, pg. 17 &quot; What is meditation?What is abandonment of the body? What is fasting? What is the holding of breath?&quot;- repetition </title>
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         <title>Ava Fouchea, page 21: &quot;The world was sick&quot;- hyperbole</title>
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         <title>Will Raha, Pg. 15: &quot;He was animal...&quot;(Metaphor)</title>
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         <title>Alyssa, page 21:&quot; The world was sick...&quot; (personification) </title>
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         <title>Karston Kval, pg. 14: &quot;Silently Siddhartha stood in the fierce sun&#39;s rays, filled with pain and thirst, and stood until he no longer felt pain and thirst.&quot; (Alliteration)</title>
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         <title>Ally A, pg. #5 &quot;Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun&#39;s melting rays.&quot; (Imagery)</title>
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         <title>Emily S, pg. 9 &quot; As quick as lightning he read Govinda&#39;s soul, read the anxiety, the resignition.&quot; - simile </title>
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         <title>Ben Vruggink, pg 3 &quot;His Brow radiating glow of pure spirit&quot; (Imagery)</title>
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         <title>Drennen Pendergrass, page 3 &quot;In the shade of the house&quot;(IMAGERY)</title>
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         <title>clayton, pg. 7 &quot;your soul is the whole world&quot; (metaphor)</title>
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         <title>Casey H, pg. 15</title>
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         <title>Ella Andree; pg. 21: &quot;The rumors reached the Samanas in the forest and Siddhartha and Govinda, a little at a time, every little item heavy with hope, heavy with doubt.&quot; (Personification)</title>
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         <title>Will Raha, Pg. 8: &quot;the arrow is the soul&quot; (Metaphor)</title>
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         <title>Ava Fouchea, page 7: &quot;Your soul is the whole world&quot;-metaphor</title>
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         <title>Spencer S, pg. 20, </title>
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         <title>Jordan, pg.40: &quot;I am no longer what I was, I am no longer an ascetic, no longer a priest, no longer a Brahmin&quot;.(REPETITION)</title>
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         <title>Spencer S, pg.40 &quot;But as these thoughts passed through Siddhartha&#39;s mind, he suddenly stood still, as if a snake lay in his path.&quot; (Simile)</title>
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         <title>Spencer S, Pg. 38 &quot; Truly, nothing in the world has occupied my thoughts as much as the self, this riddle, that I live, that I am one and separated and different from everybody else, that I am Siddartha;...&quot; (simile)</title>
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         <title>Ava Fouchea, page 33: &quot;you who are thirsty for knowledge&quot;- idiom</title>
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         <title>Brooklyn Beeler, page 46: &quot;The days and nights were short, every hour passes quickly like a sail on the sea.&quot; (Simile)</title>
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         <title>Alyssa, page #41: &quot;...when he stood alone like a star in the heavens...&quot; (simile) </title>
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         <title>Brooklyn Beeler, page 73: &quot;...into his eyes that had grown tired.&quot; (personification)</title>
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         <title>Alyssa, page #72: &quot; Her body was as supple as a jaguar and a hunter&#39;s bow...&quot; (simile)</title>
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         <title>Jordan, pg. 76: &quot;inertia creep into Siddhartha&#39;s soul...&quot;(personification)</title>
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         <title>Emily S, pg 51: &quot;  a bright red mouth like a freshly cut fig.&quot; ( simile) </title>
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         <title>Emily S, pg.72 &quot; Most people, Kamala, are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground.&quot; ( simile) </title>
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         <title>Kaylin Solack, pg. 76 &quot;just as the potter&#39;s wheel... so did the wheel of the ascetic, the wheel of thinking, the wheel of discrimination still revolve for a long time in Siddhartha&#39;s soul...&quot; metaphor   </title>
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         <title>Ben Vruggink pg 72 &quot;Most people, Kamala, are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground.&quot;  (simile)</title>
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         <title>Karston Kval, pg. 45: &quot;Birds sang, bees hummed, the wind blew gently across the rice fields.&quot; (Imagery)</title>
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         <title>Anna Hyde, pg. 37 : &quot;he realized that something had left him, like the old skin that a snake sheds.&quot; (SIMILE)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Let the pain gnaw at him, underwent all the follies of love. The flame did not extinguish itself." (metaphor)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Will may Pg101 &quot;The river looked at him with a thousand eyes.&quot; (Personification)</title>
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         <title>Ally A, Page 60: &quot; ...he goes through the affairs of the world like the stone through the water,&quot; (Simile)</title>
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         <title>Anna Hyde, pg. 76: &quot;...and inertia creep into Siddhartha&#39;s soul.&quot; (PERSONIFICATION)</title>
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         <title>Will May, Page 81&quot;He was full of a nausea which overpowered him like a distesteful wine,or music that was too sweet or superficial...&quot;(simile)</title>
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         <title>Ella Andree, pg. 150: &quot;He saw the face of a newly born child, red and full of wrinkles, ready to cry&quot; (imagery)</title>
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         <title>Casey Henderson, pg. 93</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"You have observed well, my friend; you see everything with your sharp eyes." (idiom)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Ella Andree, pg.135: &quot;All the waves and water hastened, suffering, towards goals, many goals, to the waterfall, to the sea, to the current, to the ocean and all the goals were reached and each one was succeeded by another.&quot; (personification)</title>
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         <title>Andrew Elder, pg 101: &quot;he looked lovingly into the flowing water, into the transparent green, into the crystal lines of it wonderful design&quot;. -(Imagery)</title>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-17 15:56:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He smiled peacefully and gently perhaps very graciously, perhaps very mockingly exactly as the illustrious one had smiled".  (Imagery)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Ben Vruggink pg 146 &quot;He noticed the river&#39;s voice spoke to him&quot; (personification)</title>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-17 23:40:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ally A, Pg 89: &quot;...his slumbering soul suddenly awakened...&quot; (personification) </title>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-18 02:22:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-18 02:33:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ally A, pg. 122: &quot; He felt indeed that this love, this blind love...&quot; (personification)</title>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-18 02:43:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ally A, pg. 123 &quot; This father was a good man, a kind gentle man, perhaps a pious man, perhaps a holy man.&quot; (Repetition)</title>
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         <pubDate>2022-01-18 02:46:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I am a sinner and you are a sinner, but someday the sinner will be brahma again" (repetitive)</div>]]></description>
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