Tove Jansson's concern of the downtrodden ,compassion with the poorest is shown and extended to her characters as if she wanted to speak to the whole world through those characters to bring about necessary changes.Jansson’s ability to stretch her concerns onto distinctly different characters, finding new shades of her familiar ground. Jansson’s writing, across nearly all of her prose, is attentively turned towards isolated work and companionship — the emotional intricacies of people who battle over and for these things, whether by themselves or with another. These struggles are quiet ones, with tempers turned inward and rarely lost, but in her keen perceptions of the characters she creates, all the tensions of relationships — of the pulls towards and away, of the need to be alone and the need to have someone, of mutual desires and desires that conflict — are put before the reader. Jansson is a sensitive writer; there is obvious compassion for the people of these stories. But in this sensitivity, there is fierceness. No one will be spared the harshness of the world or the cruelty others, or nature, though her prose quietly sides with those most wounded.
*stab* *stab* he don’t like them at all like they cool but not he doesn’t like Christmas because of all the bad memories.
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A- Stormy Weather
I need brainliest so I can rank up
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I woke up from a dream where I was zip-lining through the Amazon. I remembered my mum (who is from Texas) saying "Tiger Woods is your daddy." It was odd but kind of fun. I looked over to my left and I saw my little brother's Teddy Bear. I slid off my bed and looked out the window as I always do. I didn't recognize the scenery, though. "We're not in Kansas anymore," I muttered under my breath. Outside I saw the Eiffel Tower. We're in Paris.
Unfazed, I took a bath and changed clothes. I had plans to have breakfast at Tiffany's. To get to Tiffany's, I had to go jogging through Coconut Grove. Once I arrived, I gave Tiffany a hug and smelled the food cooking. The breakfast was weird, just like my dream. Tiffany's mum prepared Mahi Francaise with a side of garlic hummus. Again, weird. But pretty delicious. Then, I woke up. Oh, it was all just a dream.
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This is the best I could come up with. XD It's horrible but the words/phrases are...very weird.
Such as: again, also, and, besides, further, furthermore, moreover, then.
Hope this helped! :D
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-TanqR
