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[school-discuss] using quotations for analysis - a practical example for the classroom



every analysis employs some method.  here is ours :

note : I have left capitalization for the reader to do, if they think it's
worth the time.

the meaning of a literary phrase can be determined by reduction of chapters to
paragraphs, paragraphs to sentences and indexing.  This is done as peeling an
onion is done.  each whole phrase is related to some central idea in a chapter
or a paragraph.  it's nature as a theme must be justified with evidence, which
must consist of quotations.

here is an example, in which some of the steps are left to your imaginations.
i'd be interested in seeing how you draw conclusions to make your own procedures.

first part.

the first paragraph :

I am a sick man. ...  I am a spiteful man.  I am an unattractive man.  I
believe my liver is diseased.  However, I know nothing at all about my
disease, and do not know for certain what ails me.  I don't consult a doctor
for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors.
Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine,
anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am
superstitious).  No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite.  That you
probably will not understand.  Well, I understand it, though.  Of course, I
can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my
spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "pay out" the doctors by not
consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only
injuring myself and no one else.  But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is
from spite.  My liver is bad, well--let it get worse!

which can be summarized as :

I am sick, unattractive, my liver.  i do not know what ails me.  i don't consult
a doctor and never have.  you will not understand. i understand it. i am only
injuring myself and no one else.  let it get worse!

which can be summarized as :

i am sick. i do not know what ails me. i don't consult a doctor and never have.
let it get worse!

which can be summarized as :

i am sick.  let it get worse!

the end result should be a dramatic reading, which a student can deliver as a
performance, both orally and in writing.  groups should organize as if they were
making radio plays.

as you can see, the order of the words is never changed.  words are removed
and sequencing is retained, revealing the inner meaning of the words.  i
believe this qualifies as analysis.  it needs teaching :-)

one more for good luck :

I have been going on like that for a long time--twenty years.  Now I am
forty.  I used to be in the government service, but am no longer.  I was a
spiteful official.  I was rude and took pleasure in being so.  I did not take
bribes, you see, so I was bound to find a recompense in that, at least.  (A
poor jest, but I will not scratch it out.  I wrote it thinking it would sound
very witty; but now that I have seen myself that I only wanted to show off
in a despicable way, I will not scratch it out on purpose!)

which can be summarized as :

i have been going on like that for twenty years. i am fourty.
i was a spiteful official. i was rude.  i did not take bribes.

which MIGHT be summarized as :

i did not take bribes.

or

i was a spiteful official.

or even

i am fourty.

or i was rude.

in fact, anything might "branch" here.  that's how you can recognize an opinion.
if you have to make a choice, you have to look inside and check your values.
good people have widely different views.  this is pretty much a condition of
life.  we learn from education, and experience, each far less functional when
the other does not accompany it on the journey of life.

these decisions are important.  they can not be undone.  you may correct
something that is "broken", that is, something that has had unexpected
consequences in the real world, or has outlived it's usefulness to society -
some things are like that, you know.  but the corrections bring new suprises
at every turn.  that is the lesson of history.

so let's try an assignment.  using the technique which i have demonstrated for
you here, reduce each sentence to a single word (or two, at least some few) and
add as little as possible in new words to get something you think sounds well
(or good) when spoken aloud.

feel free to perform it.

so here's the rest of part 1 - have fun :-)

When petitioners used to come for information to the table at which I
sat, I used to grind my teeth at them, and felt intense enjoyment when I
succeeded in making anybody unhappy.  I almost did succeed.  For the
most part they were all timid people--of course, they were petitioners.
But of the uppish ones there was one officer in particular I could not
endure.  He simply would not be humble, and clanked his sword in a
disgusting way.  I carried on a feud with him for eighteen months over
that sword.  At last I got the better of him.  He left off clanking it.
That happened in my youth, though. But do you know, gentlemen, what was
the chief point about my spite?  Why, the whole point, the real sting of
it lay in the fact that continually, even in the moment of the acutest
spleen, I was inwardly conscious with shame that I was not only not a
spiteful but not even an embittered man, that I was simply scaring
sparrows at random and amusing myself by it.  I might foam at the mouth,
but bring me a doll to play with, give me a cup of tea with sugar in it,
and maybe I should be appeased.  I might even be genuinely touched, though
probably I should grind my teeth at myself afterwards and lie awake at night
with shame for months after.  That was my way.

I was lying when I said just now that I was a spiteful official.  I was
lying from spite.  I was simply amusing myself with the petitioners and with
the officer, and in reality I never could become spiteful.  I was conscious
every moment in myself of many, very many elements absolutely opposite to
that.  I felt them positively swarming in me, these opposite elements.
I knew that they had been swarming in me all my life and craving
some outlet from me, but I would not let them, would not let them,
purposely would not let them come out.  They tormented me till I was
ashamed: they drove me to convulsions and--sickened me, at last, how
they sickened me!  Now, are not you fancying, gentlemen, that I am
expressing remorse for something now, that I am asking your forgiveness
for something?  I am sure you are fancying that ...  However, I assure you
I do not care if you are. ...

It was not only that I could not become spiteful, I did not know how to
become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest
man, neither a hero nor an insect.  Now, I am living out my life in my
corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an
intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool
who becomes anything.  Yes, a man in the nineteenth century must and
morally ought to be pre-eminently a characterless creature; a man of
character, an active man is pre-eminently a limited creature.  That is my
conviction of forty years.  I am forty years old now, and you know forty
years is a whole lifetime; you know it is extreme old age.  To live longer
than forty years is bad manners, is vulgar, immoral.  Who does live
beyond forty?  Answer that, sincerely and honestly I will tell you who do:
fools and worthless fellows.  I tell all old men that to their face, all these
venerable old men, all these silver-haired and reverend seniors!  I tell the
whole world that to its face!  I have a right to say so, for I shall go on
living to sixty myself.  To seventy!  To eighty!  ...  Stay, let me
take breath ...

You imagine no doubt, gentlemen, that I want to amuse you.  You are
mistaken in that, too.  I am by no means such a mirthful person as you
imagine, or as you may imagine; however, irritated by all this babble (and
I feel that you are irritated) you think fit to ask me who I am--then my
answer is, I am a collegiate assessor.  I was in the service that I might have
something to eat (and solely for that reason), and when last year a distant
relation left me six thousand roubles in his will I immediately retired
from the service and settled down in my corner.  I used to live in this
corner before, but now I have settled down in it.  My room is a wretched,
horrid one in the outskirts of the town.  My servant is an old country-
woman, ill-natured from stupidity, and, moreover, there is always a nasty
smell about her.  I am told that the Petersburg climate is bad for me, and
that with my small means it is very expensive to live in Petersburg.  I
know all that better than all these sage and experienced counsellors and
monitors. ...  But I am remaining in Petersburg; I am not going away
from Petersburg!  I am not going away because ... ech!  Why, it is
absolutely no matter whether I am going away or not going away.

But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?

Answer: Of himself.

Well, so I will talk about myself.



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