Tone & Mood
Tone & Mood
Tone & Mood
But I feel peaceful. Your success in the ring this morning was, to a small
degree, my success. Your future is assured. You will live, secure and safe,
Wilbur. Nothing can harm you now. These autumn days will shorten and
grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas
will come, and the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the
frozen world, for you mean a great deal to Zuckerman and he will not harm
you, ever. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the
pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake,
the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be
yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days…”
FORMAL AND CASUAL TONES
He rolled in his bed, twisting the sheets, grappling with a problem years
too big for him, awake in the night like a single sentinel on picket. And
sometime after midnight, he slept, too, and then only the wind was awake,
prying at the hotel and hooting in its gables under the bright gimlet gaze
of the stars.