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      <title>Part Two Assesment  by David Roman [Student OVHS]</title>
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         <title>Analyzing Satire (AJ Stead)</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>A solitary figure was coming towards him from the other<br>end of the long, brightly-lit corridor. It was the girl with<br>dark hair. Four days had gone past since the evening when<br>he had run into her outside the junk-shop. As she came<br>nearer he saw that her right arm was in a sling, not noticeable<br>at a distance because it was of the same colour as her<br>overalls. Probably she had crushed her hand while swinging<br>round one of the big kaleidoscopes on which the plots<br>of novels were ‘roughed in’. It was a common accident in the<br>Fiction Department<br><br>The Veil: the girl walking into the room in worse shape than when he saw her previously<br><br>Satire: Juvenalian- It is juvenalian because in the first two sentences he uses very loud descriptive words. "A solitary figure" is a foreboding way of describing a person walking towards you. He also says "Brightly-lit" which gives me a picture of someone who is uncomfortable in their environment and wants to leave. He also describes the sling in which her hurt arm is resting. The way he tells us about her arm shows he lacks compassion or sympathy. <br><br>Tools of Satire: He uses sarcasm when talking about how she hurt her arm, saying "Probably she had crushed her hand while swinging round one of the big kaleidoscopes on which the plots of novels were ‘roughed in’. It was a common accident in the Fiction Department"<br><br>Target: He mentions the fiction department, which in real life would not exist but instead would be our freedom of speech. This is showing that in this world they live in, there are rarely any freedoms that we are given so freely. <br><br><br>Whatever was written on the paper, it must have some<br>kind of political meaning. So far as he could see there were<br>two possibilities. One, much the more likely, was that the<br>girl was an agent of the Thought Police, just as he had feared.<br>He did not know why the Thought Police should choose to<br>deliver their messages in such a fashion, but perhaps they<br>had their reasons. The thing that was written on the paper<br>might be a threat, a summons, an order to commit suicide,<br>a trap of some description. But there was another, wilder<br>possibility that kept raising its head, though he tried vainly<br>to suppress it. This was, that the message did not come<br>from the Thought Police at all, but from some kind of underground<br>organization. Perhaps the Brotherhood existed<br>after all! Perhaps the girl was part of it! No doubt the idea<br>was absurd, but it had sprung into his mind in the very in-<br>stant of feeling the scrap of paper in his hand. It was not till<br>a couple of minutes later that the other, more probable explanation<br>had occurred to him. And even now, though his<br>intellect told him that the message probably meant death—<br>still, that was not what he believed, and the unreasonable<br>hope persisted, and his heart banged, and it was with difficulty<br>that he kept his voice from trembling as he murmured<br>his figures into the speakwrite.<br><br>The Veil: Freedom of speech and writing vs. the government<br><br>Satire: Horatian- In this paragraph Winston is in the middle of a deep internal struggle. He has just gotten a note of some sort and he has no idea of what the contents include. He is very nervous to see the inside of the paper, "his intellect told him that the message probably meant death." Even though he is telling himself this dark thought of death, he seems weirdly calm with the idea. He was having difficulty, " kept his voice from trembling as he murmured his figures into the speakwrite." But all around he never goes to the juvenalian side of satire. <br><br>Tools of Satire: He uses exaggeration when he says "his intellect told him that the message probably meant death." This gives the reader a feeling of empathy toward this characters position that he is in. Even though he may not actually be in too much danger, the exaggeration makes it more intense. <br><br>Target: is the idea of an all powerful government that is dealing with a rebellious group and they may be trying to recruit new members everyday. <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Analyzing Satire (Connor Reynolds)</title>
         <author>cjreynolds100</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> With ice at his heart Winston followed. It was no use unless he could get the girl alone. At this moment there was a tremendous crash. The little man was sprawling on all fours, his tray had gone flying, two streams of soup and coffee were flowing across the floor. He started to his feet with a malignant glance at Winston, whom he evidently suspected of having tripped him up. But it was all right. Five seconds later, with a thundering heart, Winston was sitting at the girl’s table He did not look at her. He unpacked his tray and promptly<br>began eating. It was all-important to speak at once,<br>before anyone else came, but now a terrible fear had taken<br>possession of him. A week had gone by since she had first<br>approached him. She would have changed her mind, she<br>must have changed her mind! It was impossible that this affair<br>should end successfully; such things did not happen in<br>real life. He might have flinched altogether from speaking if<br>at this moment he had not seen Ampleforth, the hairy-eared<br>poet, wandering limply round the room with a tray, looking<br>for a place to sit down. In his vague way Ampleforth<br>was attached to Winston, and would certainly sit down at<br>his table if he caught sight of him. There was perhaps a minute<br>in which to act. Both Winston and the girl were eating<br>steadily. The stuff they were eating was a thin stew, actually<br>a soup, of haricot beans. In a low murmur Winston began<br>speaking. Neither of them looked up; steadily they spooned<br>the watery stuff into their mouths, and between spoonfuls<br>exchanged the few necessary words in low expressionless<br>voices<br><br><strong>The Veil: </strong>This is about the man that was sprawling on all fours and how fearful Winston was of the man and how Winston did not look at her and tried to ignore the man and just started eating.<br><br><strong>Satire: </strong>I believe that this Satire is Juvenalian because of the way Orwell described the immense fear that Winston was feeling and how uncomfortable he was.<br><br><strong>The tool: </strong>Orwell uses imagery to his advantage in this passage in the lines "The little 142 1984 man was sprawling on all fours, his tray had gone flying, two streams of soup and coffee were flowing across the floor. He started to his feet with a malignant glance at Winston, whom he evidently suspected of having tripped him up." He makes the audience portray an image about the man on all fours and how fearful Winston was in that moment.<br><br><strong>Target: </strong>To give the audience an idea of the man on all fours and how Winston must have felt with him sprawling toward him. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Luis Gonzalez Analyzing staire</title>
         <author>lmgonzalez101</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Whatever was written on the paper, it must have some<br>kind of political meaning. So far as he could see there were<br>two possibilities. One, much the more likely, was that the<br>girl was an agent of the Thought Police, just as he had feared.<br>He did not know why the Thought Police should choose to<br>deliver their messages in such a fashion, but perhaps they<br>had their reasons. The thing that was written on the paper<br>might be a threat, a summons, an order to commit suicide,<br>a trap of some description. But there was another, wilder<br>possibility that kept raising its head, though he tried vainly<br>to suppress it. This was, that the message did not come<br>from the Thought Police at all, but from some kind of underground<br>organization. Perhaps the Brotherhood existed<br>after all! Perhaps the girl was part of it! No doubt the idea<br>was absurd, but it had sprung into his mind in the very in-<br>136 1984<br>stant of feeling the scrap of paper in his hand. It was not till<br>a couple of minutes later that the other, more probable explanation<br>had occurred to him. And even now, though his<br>intellect told him that the message probably meant death—<br>still, that was not what he believed, and the unreasonable<br>hope persisted, and his heart banged, and it was with difficulty<br>that he kept his voice from trembling as he murmured<br>his figures into the speakwrite.<br>The veil: It is something that winston was going to figure about this love thing and what does it mean about this.<br>Satire : Juvenalian That has describe that everything has shown to seeing looking at one different at way of seeing "happy" of seeing could have meaning of looking at one another but also "disappear" to judge of looking at what's going on in the passage for these two characters but could be slight distrust.<br>The tool: Its saying that everything could have allusion to for brief understand the love meaning for someone that could have seeing what's another could slightly be a bright a foreseeing for winston.<br>Target:The way it has to another of begin inside that big brother and not looking at one another.For each other <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-09 19:18:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Luis Gonzalez second 2 </title>
         <author>lmgonzalez101</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Obviously the kind of encounter that had happened this<br>morning could not be repeated. If she had worked in the Records<br>Department it might have been comparatively simple,<br>but he had only a very dim idea whereabouts in the building<br>the Fiction Department lay, and he had no pretext for going<br>there. If he had known where she lived, and at what time<br>she left work, he could have contrived to meet her somewhere<br>on her way home; but to try to follow her home was<br>not safe, because it would mean loitering about outside the<br>Ministry, which was bound to be noticed. As for sending<br>a letter through the mails, it was out of the question. By<br>a routine that was not even secret, all letters were opened<br>in transit. Actually, few people ever wrote letters. For the<br>messages that it was occasionally necessary to send, there<br>were printed postcards with long lists of phrases, and you<br>struck out the ones that were inapplicable. In any case he<br>did not know the girl’s name, let alone her address. Finally<br>he decided that the safest place was the canteen. If he<br>could get her at a table by herself, somewhere in the middle<br>of the room, not too near the telescreens, and with a sufficient<br>buzz of conversation all round—if these conditions<br>endured for, say, thirty seconds, it might be possible to exchange<br>a few words.<br>The veil:This has shown that working in the Fiction Department but looking that everything has been to very understanding to going a lower ununderstanding of why the work is very dangerous.<br>The satire:The "depression" of seeing that everything has different meaning of looking at one another but also why the world is very cruel but also "dishonest" to very looking at one another to seeing what might cause the person to work on the factories.<br>The tool:The exaggeration because the amount of time that has spent to think that everything could easily be able to showing that everything is not just simple thing but could easily work at one another.<br>Target:That everything could easily for knowing what might happen to anyone that try to hide anything.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Connor Reynolds 2nd </title>
         <author>cjreynolds100</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>THEM, it appeared, meant the Party, and above all the Inner Party, about whom she talked with an open jeering hatred which made Winston feel uneasy, although he knew that they were safe here if they could be safe anywhere. A thing that astonished him about her was the coarseness of her language. Party members were supposed not to swear, and Winston himself very seldom did swear, aloud, at any rate. Julia, however, seemed unable to mention the Party, and especially the Inner Party, without using the kind of words that you saw chalked up in dripping alley-ways. He did not dislike it. It was merely one symptom of her revolt against the Party and all its ways, and somehow it seemed natural and healthy, like the sneeze of a horse that smells bad hay. They had left the clearing and were wandering again through the chequered shade, with their arms round each other’s waists whenever it was wide enough to walk two abreast. He noticed how much softer her waist seemed to feel now that the sash was gone. They did not speak above a whisper. Outside the clearing, Julia said, it was better to go quietly. Presently they had reached the edge of the little wood. She stopped him.<br><br><strong>The Veil: </strong>This has shown that even though Winston and Julia were in a safe place to criticize the Inner Party, he was still uneasy about it. Julia was able to speak about her hatred about the Inner Party.<br><br><strong>Satire: </strong>I believe the satire is Juveanlian because of the way Orwell describes how uneasy that Winston felt when he was in the safe place with Julia. He has been so brainwashed that he thinks that the Inner Party is always listening and watching them.<br><br><strong>Tool: </strong>He uses imagery to help the audience picture Winston and Julia in the safe room they were in. While Winston and Julia are in the safe room, Winston is in one of the only safe rooms possible to speak freely, but has been so brainwashed to the point where he doesn't think it is safe to think freely anywhere.<br><br><strong>Target: </strong> The target is show how brainwashed Winston is, to the point that he doesn''t think it is possible for the Inner Party not hear their conversation about criticizing them. He still believes that if the Inner Party overhears their conversation about them, would get them both killed.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>David Roman - Analyzing Satire </title>
         <author>droman100</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>Presently they fell asleep for a little while. When Winston</em></div><div><em>woke up the hands of the clock had crept round to</em></div><div><em>nearly nine. He did not stir, because Julia was sleeping with</em></div><div><em>her head in the crook of his arm. Most of her make-up had</em></div><div><em>transferred itself to his own face or the bolster, but a light</em></div><div><em>stain of rouge still brought out the beauty of her cheekbone.</em></div><div><em>A yellow ray from the sinking sun fell across the foot of the</em></div><div><em>bed and lighted up the fireplace, where the water in the pan</em></div><div><em>was boiling fast. Down in the yard the woman had stopped</em></div><div><em>singing, but the faint shouts of children floated in from the</em></div><div><em>street. He wondered vaguely whether in the abolished past</em></div><div><em>it had been a normal experience to lie in bed like this, in</em></div><div><em>the cool of a summer evening, a man and a woman with no</em></div><div><em>clothes on, making love when they chose, talking of what</em></div><div><em>they chose, not feeling any compulsion to get up, simply lying</em></div><div><em>there and listening to peaceful sounds outside. Surely</em></div><div><em>there could never have been a time when that seemed ordinary?</em></div><div><em>Julia woke up, rubbed her eyes, and raised herself on</em></div><div><em>her elbow to look at the oilstove</em></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The Veil:</strong></div><div>The subject of this passage is WInston questioning whether it was normal for s couple to just lie in bed.  This passage shows Winston feeling emotions that people in the past would feel.  </div><div><br></div><div><strong>Type of Satire</strong>: Juvenalian<strong> </strong></div><div>The ominous tone throughout this passage demonstrates that what winston and Julia are doing is not right.  Orwell mentions how the clock “crept” round nearly to nine while they were lying in bed.  Orwell further displays a gloomy tone when he talks about the faint sounds of children that could be heard from the window.  This passage shows how the party has corrupted such basic values and common things seen in our world such as a man and women sharing a bed.  It shows hows the people of Oceania find it abnormal to show an basic form of love and compassion.  The Party controls every aspect of the lives of the people of Oceania.  </div><div><br></div><div><strong>Tools of Satire: </strong>Juxtaposition </div><div>Orwell Juxtaposes the world of 1984 and everyday habits of the world we see today by mentioning the concept of a couple sharing a bed.  In this passage, Winston wonders if people in the abolished past would lie in bed with their significant other. </div><div><br></div><div><strong>The Target: </strong></div><div>The target of this passage is the common households of today's world where a man and a women sleep in the same bed.  Orwell mentions some things that are very common in today's world but are not in the world of <em>1984 </em>such as making coffee in the morning for each other and lying in bed listening to peaceful sounds.  </div><div><em>The new tune which was to be the theme-song of Hate</em></div><div><em>Week (the Hate Song, it was called) had already been composed</em></div><div><em>and was being endlessly plugged on the telescreens.</em></div><div><em>It had a savage, barking rhythm which could not exactly be</em></div><div><em>called music, but resembled the beating of a drum. Roared</em></div><div><em>out by hundreds of voices to the tramp of marching feet, it</em></div><div><em>was terrifying. The proles had taken a fancy to it, and in the</em></div><div><em>midnight streets it competed with the still-popular ‘It was</em></div><div><em>only a hopeless fancy’. The Parsons children played it at all</em></div><div><em>hours of the night and day, unbearably, on a comb and a</em></div><div><em>piece of toilet paper. Winston’s evenings were fuller than</em></div><div><em>ever. Squads of volunteers, organized by Parsons, were preparing</em></div><div><em>the street for Hate Week, stitching banners, painting</em></div><div><em>posters, erecting flagstaffs on the roofs, and perilously slinging</em></div><div><em>wires across the street for the reception of streamers.</em></div><div><em>Parsons boasted that Victory Mansions alone would display</em></div><div><em>four hundred metres of bunting. He was in his native element</em></div><div><em>and as happy as a lark. The heat and the manual work</em></div><div><em>had even given him a pretext for reverting to shorts and</em></div><div><em>an open shirt in the evenings. He was everywhere at once,</em></div><div><em>pushing, pulling, sawing, hammering, improvising, jollying</em></div><div><em>everyone along with comradely exhortations and giving</em></div><div><br></div><div><strong>The Veil:</strong> </div><div>The theme song of “Hate Week.”  It is said in the passage that the “Hate Song” was seen everywhere, being played on all telescreens.  </div><div><br></div><div><strong>Type of Satire: Juvenanalian</strong></div><div>The <em>harsh</em> tone throughout this passage gives light to what Orwell wanted the reader to think of the Hate Song.  The song being described as “savage” and “terrifying” is the the theme song of Hate Week.  It demonstrates the<em> forceful </em>methods the party uses to take control of the people, in this case, by having a song that is roared by thousands of people.  This passage shows how the people of Oceania blindly follow the Party by how they decorate their entire streets and how Parsons is cheerful doing back-breaking work.  Parsons is described as being everywhere “pushing, pulling, sawing, and improvising” while his body is giving an “inexhaustible supply” of sweat and is doing so cheerfully. </div><div><br></div><div><strong>Tools of Satire: Irony </strong></div><div>It is mentioned in the passage how Parsons was doing back-breaking work and seemed “happy as a lark.”  Irony is used in this passage by how a worker is happy while doing unpleasant work.  This shows how the Party has so much control over the people that they will blindly follow them.  </div><div><br></div><div><strong>The Target: </strong></div><div>Orwell’s target in this passage is the people who lived in the Soviet Union during the time Stalin was in power.  Much like how Parsons is described working for the party in this passage, Stalin would lie and boast about how the people of the Soviet Union followed his orders.  In reality, the people were not okay with their living conditions of the Soviet Union.  </div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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