The effect of natural voice is that it changes the pitch of the voice.
The following aspects of Wuthering Heights conform to the traits of a gothic novel:
the setting of the windswept moors, with a gloomy, dark atmosphere that pervades the manor Wuthering Heights
supernatural events, such as sightings of Catherine’s ghost by Lockwood and Heathcliff
violence depicted in Lockwood’s nightmare, in which the ghost-child’s hand is rubbed against the broken windowpane until it bleeds
a sense of mystery evoked by the gloomy, brooding landscape and Heathcliff’s strange behavior
The following elements do not fit into the gothic genre:
a realistic portrayal of the class differences in nineteenth-century England, as reflected in Hindley’s behavior toward Heathcliff
the rise of the moneyed middle class as a result of the Industrial Revolution, as portrayed by Heathcliff’s transformation to a wealthy gentleman
a somewhat happy ending, with the death of Heathcliff and the marriage of the younger Catherine and Hareton, who become the owners of Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange
Answer:Once you know who your intended audience is and what your purpose is for writing, you can make specific decisions about how to shape your message. No matter what, you want your audience to stick around long enough to read your whole piece. How do you manage this magic trick? Easy. You appeal to them. You get to know what sparks their interest, what makes them curious, and what makes them feel understood. The one and only Aristotle provided us with three ways to appeal to an audience, and they’re called logos, pathos, and ethos. You’ll learn more about each appeal in the discussion below, but the relationship between these three appeals is also often called the rhetorical triangle
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The clouds stretched across the sky and they looked so fake yet somehow they were real. That day, I wasn't feeling anything in particular perhaps, I was having mood swings. The darkness tends to cause some sort of sadness within myself and today there was no sun. No sun, just clouds that stretched all the way to China and back. They made me feel like a little person but I remembered that, <em>it's a small world</em>. Nobody was thinking of me at that moment yet I wasn't thinking about anyone either. I felt common, not rare, just common. It seemed that nothing I could do would ever make a change in this world we call home. A song was replaying in my head the lyrics waning in crescendo, "Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, i'm such a fool." What more could I need to feel so lost within my thoughts than being alone with them. I looked up at the roof which extended far, almost too far reminding me of why I chose to live in a mansion. Well, actually I'm not sure why I chose to live in a mansion by myself. As I thought to myself, I only conjured sad thoughts. I felt like crying but only then I would be feeling bad for myself. <em>Rich people aren't supposed to be sad? Not like this aren't they? </em>I wanted to believe that, be like them, everybody else but it was something that I couldn't be. Rich was just a word but It can't describe how I felt. It just described who I was in an aspect of wealth. All alone, I sat in my chair rocking back and forth looking through the isolated and strangely large circular window. Clouds among clouds among more clouds stretching a seemingly endless route. I wish I was up there so I could feel the weightlessness that I so longlessly dreamed about. The weightlessness that brought no sadness, stress, or struggles. Down here I was merely a weight on the world, being of no use to anyone or anything, maybe even a diamond in the rough but if my uniqueness showed then maybe I would actually have potential. Still, that sounded very unlikely. I couldn't honor my myself but the weightlessness of the clouds could. Above those clouds only then would I see the sun once again. How happy would I be? Eternally happy. Only the clouds could make me happy because they looked so fake yet they were real<em> just like myself. </em>
In this drama, a crucible would represent the constant building action leading to the climax of the pot. Similar to the contents of a crucible, the characters seem to be constantly enduring severe trials; in this case, the witching trials. The crucible would, in my opinion, symbolize the town itself and its residents the contents. The symbolism of this suggests a theme of the townspeople going through the witching trials and coming out with a "refined" lesson. The unnecessary accusations and trials will teach a hard lesson to the people who live within the town and influence their future.
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