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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: of angels, singing; there were camels and leopards, held by the black
slaves of the three kings. Our tree became the talking tree of the
fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.
Grandmother said it reminded her of the Tree of Knowledge.
We put sheets of cotton wool under it for a snow-field, and Jake's
pocket-mirror for a frozen lake.
I can see them now, exactly as they looked, working about
the table in the lamplight: Jake with his heavy features,
so rudely moulded that his face seemed, somehow, unfinished;
Otto with his half-ear and the savage scar that made his
upper lip curl so ferociously under his twisted moustache.
My Antonia |
