Point of View - Mini Lesson
Point of View - Mini Lesson
My pen falters, then falls from my knuckly grip, leaving a worm’s trail of ink across Fedwren’s paper. I have
spoiled another leaf of the fine stuff, in what I suspect is a futile endeavor. I wonder if I can write this history, or
if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all
spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each
carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.
C Third-person Objective
D Third-person Limited
E Third-person Omniscient
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You know the darkness beyond despair, just as intimately as you know the soaring heights. Because in this
and all universes, there is balance. You can’t have the one without facing the other. And sometimes you think
you can take it because the joy is worth the despair, and sometimes you know you can’t take it and how did
you ever think you could?
C Third-person Objective
D Third-person Limited
E Third-person Omniscient
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It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the
brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his
head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to
bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his
eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging
fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the
old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch
and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.
Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame.
– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
C Third-person Objective
D Third-person Limited
E Third-person Omniscient
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Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley’s attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting
that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had
at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty: he had looked at her without admiration at the ball; and
when they next met, he looked at her only to criticise.
C Third-person Objective
D Third-person Limited
E Third-person Omniscient
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The American and the girl with him sat at a table in the shade, outside the building. It was very hot and the
express from Barcelona would come in forty minutes. It stopped at this junction for two minutes and went on
to Madrid.
“What should we drink?” the girl asked. She had taken off her hat and put it on the table.
“It’s pretty hot,” the man said.
C Third-person Objective
D Third-person Limited
E Third-person Omniscient