2. How are we affected by literary texts in various ways? How are we impacted by TTTC?

We are affected by literary texts in the emotion it puts into us, that being ethos, pathos, or logos. TTTC is made up of mostly pathos, as it displays the heartaches and gut-wrenching decisions that had to be made in his process of being drafted/in the war.

3. In what ways is meaning constructed, negotiated, expressed and interpreted in TTTC?

Meaning is constructed through his diction and dialogue, the way he expresses his thoughts come across easily or his thoughts can be interpreted in our own way regarding our own decisions with his rhetorical questions.

4. How does the structure of style of TTTC affect its meaning?

I think the way TTTC is structured is different from anything that I've read, as it is a series of connecting vignettes in an order that makes the reader think. Many of the larger vignettes are placed throughout the smaller stories, but overall aid the whole development of the book.

The structure or style of a literary text affects the meaning of the entire writing as the interpretation can be perceived differently in the order the author gives it to us in. Morrison's way in giving us information made us not recognize the differences in Denver until we saw her stream of consciousness.

Time and Space

The context is important to the story of Beloved as it lets the reader understand what terms the story takes place in and how it affects the read.

Nevertheless as exhausted as they were. In any case she substituted

A snarl or a tooth-suck for waving a poker around and 124 was quiet.

Listless and sleepy with hunger Denver saw the flesh between her

Mother’s forefinger and thumb fade. Saw Sethe’s eyes bright but dead, 5

Alert but vacant, paying attention to everything about Beloved--her

Lineless palms, her forehead, the smile under her jaw, crooked and

Much too long-- everything except her basket-fat stomach. She also

Saw the sleeves of her own carnival shirtwaist cover her fingers; hems 

beribboned, decked-out limp and starving but locked in a love that 10

Wore everybody out. Then Sethe spit up something she had not eaten

And it rocked Denver like a gunshot. The job she started out with,

Protecting Beloved from Sethe, changed to protecting her mother 

From Beloved. Now it was obvious that her mother could die and

Leave them both and what would Beloved do then? Whatever was 15

Happening, it only worked with three-- not two-- and since 

neither Beloved nor Sethe seemed to care what the next day  might bring

(Sethe happy when Beloved was; Beloved lapping devotion like cream),

Denver knew it was on her. She would have to leave the yard; step 

off the edge of the world, leave the two behind and go ask somebody 20

for help.

Who would it be? Who could she stand in front of who wouldn’t 

shame her on learning that her mother sat around like a rag doll,

broke down, finally, from trying to take care of a make up for. 24

2.How do we approach literary texts from different times and cultures to our own?
I approached this with open eyes, it is always good to look at the other side of the situation rather than focusing on just your side

3.To what extent do literary texts offer insight into another culture?
This offers insight into other cultures a bit because the same situation could have resulted in a country across the waters yet we are not close enough to recognize

It gives us an insight on how they think regarding decision making.

Waving his white hat, everybody recognized him because

Of the fame of his pictures. He was wearing a wheat-

Colored linen suit, high-laced cordovan shoes, and gold-

Rimmed glasses held by a clasp on the bridge of his nose 5 

and connected by a chain to a buttonhole in his vest. He

Wore the Medal of Valor on his lapel and carried a cane

With the national shield carved on the pommel. He was

The first to get out of the automobile, completely covered

with the burning dust of our vad roads, all he had to 10

Do was appear on the running board for everyone to real

Ize that Bayardo San Roman was going to marry whom

Ever he chose.

It was Angela Vicario who didn’t want to marry him.

“He seemed too much of a man for me,” she told me. 15

Besides, Bayardo San Roman hadn’t even tried to court

Her, but had bewitched the family with his charm. Angela

Vicario never forgot the horror of the night on which her

Parents and her older sisters with their husbands, gath

Ered together in the parlor, imposed on her the obligation 20

To marry a man whom she had barely seen. The twins

Stayed out of it. “It looked to us like woman problems,” 22

Dren. It takes place in the desert. Those who see mirages and walk in

The direction of an elusive oasis suffer from thirst for three whole days.

This is the pathetic chapter of the book, at the end of that chapter, a

Caravan bringing provisions appears; it had lost its way on trails erased 5

By sand storms. The explorers pierce their goatskin bottles and they

Drink. They drink and their thirst is quenched. This is the thirst expe-

Rienced in the sun, the drying wind. The desert. It is accompanied by

The image of a palm tree profiled in a filigree against russet sand. 

But the thirst of the marsh is more seating than that of the desert. 10

The marsh thirst lasts for weeks. The goatskin gourds never arrive 

Reasons begin to waver. It is crushed by thirst. Reason in able to 

Overcome most everything, but it succumbs to thirst. No mirages in 

The marsh, no hope of an oasis. Just mud. Slime. Mud and not a drop

Of water. 15

There is thirst of the morning and the thirst of the evening 

The thirst of the day and the thirst of the night.          .

Upon awakening in the morning. Lips move but no sound comes

out. Anguish fills your whole being, an anguish as gripping as that of 

dreams. Is this what it means to be dead? Lips try to speak but 20

 the mouth is paralized. A mouth cannot form words when it is dry, with .

 no saliva. And the gaze drifts off, it is an insane gaze. The others say,

“She’s mad. She’s gone mad during the night” They summon words

Capable of recalling reason. An explanation is owed to them, but lips 

Decline to move. The muscles of the mouth want to attempt articulation 25

And do not articulate. Such is the despair of the powerlessness 

that grips me. The full awareness of the state of being dead. 

As soon as I hear their clatter, I rush toward the tea canteens. They 

are a far cry from the goatskin gourds of the caravan. Liters and liters 

of tea but divided into small portions, one per person, and all are still 30

Drinking when I'm already finished. My mouth is not even damp 

And words still decline to be spoken. Cheeks are glued to teeth, the 

Tongue is hard, stiff, the jaws locked, and what persists is the feeling of 

being dead, of being dead and knowing it…

My willpower collapses. One obsession remains: to drink. 35