Unit 1: Vocabulary from Readings 3

This she does with earnest enjoyment. Sometimes she forces the candy so eagerly on little children that they cry out in fear of her stony jaw and gleaming teeth.

I see the carpenter’s maul wielded in her fist.

For the next several days of our visit Adele continues to elude us, while Norris is always late to get somewhere.

I glance at Celestine, wondering, but her look has narrowed to a flashlight focus of premonitions.

Then she turns on her back to gloat up into the dark.

He would become part of the hierarchy of martyrs they prayed to for favors that only one who had died for a cause could understand.

He would become part of the hierarchy of martyrs they prayed to for favors that only one who had died for a cause could understand.

Once school started I looked for him in all my classes, but P.S. 13 was a huge, overpopulated place and it took me days and many discreet questions to discover that Eugene was in honors classes for all his subjects, classes that were not open to me because English was not my first language, though I was a straight A student.

I had been to the island once as a little girl, to grandmother’s funeral, and all I remembered was wailing women in black, my mother becoming hysterical and being given a pill that made her sleep two days, and me feeling lost in a crowd of strangers all claiming to be my aunts, uncles, and cousins.

I had started reading Gone With the Wind. I was enthralled by it, with the daring and passion of the beautiful girl living in a mansion, and with her devoted parents and the slaves who did everything for them.

There was an eerie feeling on the streets.

Though I wanted to feel the right thing about President Kennedy’s death, I could not fight the feeling of elation that stirred in my chest.

My first impulse was to comfort her, she seemed so distraught, but I had to meet Eugene in fifteen minutes.

Small, neat, single residences like this one could be found right next to huge, dilapidated apartment buildings like El Building.

My mother was in someone else’s kitchen, seeking the solace she needed.

No amount of anniversaries and commemorations can erase the visceral impact of that November weekend in 1963.

If this wasn’t when television achieved legitimacy, it was at least when TV news became unavoidably dominant.

We learned that weekend that, in the media age, history amounts to iconic film moments.

The shift from the primacy of print to the tyranny of TV—television as the first source of news—was cinched.

The shift from the primacy of print to the tyranny of TV—television as the first source of news—was cinched.