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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: But in Black Hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched,
frozen down to the bare stalk.
Through January and February I went to the river with
the Harlings on clear nights, and we skated up to the big
island and made bonfires on the frozen sand. But by March
the ice was rough and choppy, and the snow on the river
bluffs was grey and mournful-looking. I was tired of school,
tired of winter clothes, of the rutted streets, of the dirty drifts
and the piles of cinders that had lain in the yards so long.
There was only one break in the dreary monotony of that month:
when Blind d'Arnault, the Negro pianist, came to town.
My Antonia |
