Chapter 27—A
One of the worst feelings I can imagine is to be something or someplace and not be able to accept the fact. So it was with me—I was a con in jail, but nothing in the world could make me accept it. Not the gray clothes, not the green bars, not the bugle’s measure of time, not the blue uniformed hacks, not the insipid food, not the new lines in my face—nothing.
I couldn’t get used to it, no matter how hard I tried. It kept pounding on me. It came to me every morning and every evening and sat heavily, like death on living tissue. I hated the evenings because a whole night in prison lay before me, and I hated the mornings because I felt like Dracula returning to his coffin.
Where was Piri?
How did he feel?
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
Identify a simile in this passage.
Chapter 27—B
One of the worst feelings I can imagine is to be something or someplace and not be able to accept the fact. I was a con in jail, but nothing could make me accept it. Not the gray clothes, not the green bars, not the blue uniformed hacks, not the food—nothing.
I couldn’t get used to it, no matter how hard I tried. It came to me every morning and every evening and sat heavily, like death. I hated the evenings because a whole night in prison lay before me, and I hated the mornings because I felt like Dracula returning to his coffin.
Where was Piri?
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
Identify a simile in this passage.
Chapter 27—C
One of the worst feelings is to be someplace and not accept the fact. I was a con in jail, but nothing could make me accept it. Not the gray clothes, not the green bars, not the blue uniformed hacks, not the food—nothing.
I couldn’t get used to it. It came to me every morning and every evening and sat heavily, like death. I hated the evenings because a whole night in prison lay before me, and I hated the mornings because I felt like Dracula returning to his coffin
Where was Piri?
What kind of conflict is in this passage?
Identify a simile in this passage.
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