Unit 1: Vocabulary from Readings 3

She still held him. But she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse.

Then she said, “Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”

He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans.

In another corner of the room behind a screen was a gas plate and an icebox.

We know that when Orpheus sang to the tunes he played on his lyre even the muddy stones on the side of the road sat up and listened.

Zeus asked fleet-footed Hermes to go to the mortal.

The terrible three-headed watchdog, Cerberus, hearing Orpheus’s sweet music, lay down and sighed, and, without the faintest bark, allowed the god and his mortal guest to go past.

Orpheus promised not to look. As the singer proceeded through the dark, dreary caves of the underworld, followed by Eurydice, he wanted to turn and see his wonderful wife.

Orpheus promised not to look. As the singer proceeded through the dark, dreary caves of the underworld, followed by Eurydice, he wanted to turn and see his wonderful wife.

Hermes led the grieving man home. Poor Orpheus’s heart for music was gone, and thereafter he lived and died alone.

An ugly sweater like that, all raggedy and old, but Mrs. Price believes her.

In my head I’m thinking how long till lunchtime, how long till I can take the red sweater and throw it over the schoolyard fence, or leave it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into a little ball and toss it in the alley.

My face all hot and spit coming out of my mouth because I can’t stop the little animal noises from coming out of me, until there aren’t any more tears left in my eyes, and it’s just my body shaking like when you have the hiccups, and my whole head hurts like when you drink milk too fast.