Unit 6: Selection Vocabulary 1

Your stone-faced water survival instructor will bark, “Alright, next up: 100-meter crawl stroke.”

Your grandfather is and will always be your hero, your inspiration.

I want you to think about your grandfather’s integrity and grit when you’re staring at the ceiling of your barracks room, but I also want you to think a little deeper.

Use the financial power you’ll be blessed with to create a company that can invest in the community, especially the African-American community.

I cannot go into the nature of your verses; for all critical intention is too far from me. With nothing can one approach a work of art so little as with critical words: they always come down to more or less happy misunderstandings.

This above all—ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple “I must,” then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it.

This above all—ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be affirmative, if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple “I must,” then build your life according to this necessity; your life even into its most indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a testimony to it.

Do not write love-poems; avoid at first those forms that are too facile and commonplace: they are the most difficult, for it takes a great, fully matured power to give something of your own where good and even excellent traditions come to mind in quantity.

But perhaps after this descent into yourself and into your inner solitude you will have to give up becoming a poet; (it is enough, as I have said, to feel that one could live without writing: then one must not attempt it at all).

Richieu's governess always offered she would help us.

Someone here is bound to recognize you!

She has a small farm on the outskirts of town.

My wife will be afraid to go!
Don't worry. I'll escort you!

I paid also for the food what she gave to us from her smuggling business.

When he crawled, he crawled backwards, as if he were in reverse and couldn’t change gears.

I pulled the go-cart through the saw-tooth fern, down into the green dimness where the palmetto fronds whispered by the stream.

I heaved him up again, and again he collapsed.

Sometimes we descended into the cool greenness of Old Woman Swamp and climbed the rope vines or boxed scientifically beneath the pine where he had learned to walk.