When it comes to classic writing, sometimes we find ourselves staring at a page full of words that are hardly used in everyday communication. But, when we really start looking at the words, they form together to create such a beautiful and intricate scene, the words slowly form off the page and paint the picture from the author's mind.
In Frankentein, the author Mary Shelley, uses a descriptive vocabulary within the first few paragraphs (and throughout, obviously, lol) to convey imagery and mood. We are immediately immersed in London as a letter is being written to a Margaret Saville. Her brother writes to her about his journey thus far in venturing north saying, "...as I walk the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has traveled from the regions toward which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes." I don't know if it is because it is actually getting colder in Montreal...we are expecting snow next week, but I imagine myself in his position. I can feel the cold breeze and even breath it in.
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