Apr 10, 2005 10:53
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paragraph from Stephen King
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Here is a paragraph from Stephen King's Novel"Dark Tower"@" Drawing of three" : He felt for jawbone in his back pocket, careful to lead with the palm of his right hand, not wanting the stubs of his fingers to encounter it if it was still there, changing that hand's ceaseless sobbing to screams.
I wonder what the paragraph means? I'll appreciate it if someone explain it for me.
Thanks.
Macky
I wonder what the paragraph means? I'll appreciate it if someone explain it for me.
Thanks.
Macky
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3 +6 | literal | Kirill Semenov |
4 +1 | see answer | Deborah do Carmo |
4 +1 | see explanation | Mihaela Brooks |
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Yes, it was a jawbone, literally. In the first book Roland found it at the basement of an old building. The jawbone was a prophetic remains of a demon, so it looked important and the Gunslinger took the jawbone with him just for a case.
There was a hole in the wall now, a hole as big as a coin. He could hear, through the curtain of his own terror, Jake’s pattering feet as the boy ran. Then the spill of sand stopped. The groaning ceased, but there was a sound of steady, labored breathing.
“Who are you?” The gunslinger asked.
No answer.
And in the High Speech, his voice filling with the old thunder of command, Roland demanded: “Who are you, Demon? Speak, if you would speak. My time is short; my hands lose patience.”
“Go slow,” a dragging, clotted voice said from within the wall. And the gunslinger felt the dreamlike terror deepen and grow almost solid. It was the voice of Alice, the woman he had stayed with in the town of Tull. But she was dead; he had seen her go down himself, a bullet hole between her eyes. Fathoms seemed to swim by his eyes, descending. “Go slow past the Drawers, gunslinger. While you travel with the boy, the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.”
“What do you mean? Speak on!”
But the breathing was gone.
The gunslinger stood for a moment, frozen, and then one of the huge spiders dropped on his arm and scrambled frantically up to his shoulder. With an involuntary grunt he brushed it away and got his feet moving. He did not want
To do it, but custom was strict, inviolable. The dead from the dead, as the old proverb has it; only a corpse may speak. He went to the hole and punched at it. The sandstone crumbled easily at the edges, and with a bare stiffening of muscles, he thrust his hand through the wall.
And touched something solid, with raised and fretted knobs. He drew it out. He held a jawbone, rotted at the far hinge. The teeth leaned this way and that.
“All right,” he said softly. He thrust it rudely into his back pocket and went back up the ladder, carrying the last cans awkwardly. He left the trapdoor open. The sun would get in and kill the spiders.
http://www.fictionbook.ru/author/king_stephen/dark_tower_1_g...
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Note added at 45 mins (2005-04-10 11:38:33 GMT)
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\"felt for a jawbone...\" -- means that Roland put his hand into his back pocket and seized the jawbone to take it out. Imagine you have a pocket or a bag with many things put in, than you put your hand into it and seek for one of things among many. The only sense you may rely upon is your touching feeling.
There was a hole in the wall now, a hole as big as a coin. He could hear, through the curtain of his own terror, Jake’s pattering feet as the boy ran. Then the spill of sand stopped. The groaning ceased, but there was a sound of steady, labored breathing.
“Who are you?” The gunslinger asked.
No answer.
And in the High Speech, his voice filling with the old thunder of command, Roland demanded: “Who are you, Demon? Speak, if you would speak. My time is short; my hands lose patience.”
“Go slow,” a dragging, clotted voice said from within the wall. And the gunslinger felt the dreamlike terror deepen and grow almost solid. It was the voice of Alice, the woman he had stayed with in the town of Tull. But she was dead; he had seen her go down himself, a bullet hole between her eyes. Fathoms seemed to swim by his eyes, descending. “Go slow past the Drawers, gunslinger. While you travel with the boy, the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.”
“What do you mean? Speak on!”
But the breathing was gone.
The gunslinger stood for a moment, frozen, and then one of the huge spiders dropped on his arm and scrambled frantically up to his shoulder. With an involuntary grunt he brushed it away and got his feet moving. He did not want
To do it, but custom was strict, inviolable. The dead from the dead, as the old proverb has it; only a corpse may speak. He went to the hole and punched at it. The sandstone crumbled easily at the edges, and with a bare stiffening of muscles, he thrust his hand through the wall.
And touched something solid, with raised and fretted knobs. He drew it out. He held a jawbone, rotted at the far hinge. The teeth leaned this way and that.
“All right,” he said softly. He thrust it rudely into his back pocket and went back up the ladder, carrying the last cans awkwardly. He left the trapdoor open. The sun would get in and kill the spiders.
http://www.fictionbook.ru/author/king_stephen/dark_tower_1_g...
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Note added at 45 mins (2005-04-10 11:38:33 GMT)
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\"felt for a jawbone...\" -- means that Roland put his hand into his back pocket and seized the jawbone to take it out. Imagine you have a pocket or a bag with many things put in, than you put your hand into it and seek for one of things among many. The only sense you may rely upon is your touching feeling.
Peer comment(s):
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Robert Donahue (X)
: Excellent explanation Kirill!
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thank yu, Robert :) King is among my favourites, and sometimes I feel I remember `The Dark Tower' backward and forward :)
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Deborah do Carmo
: and full points for the passion shown about the job at hand. Macky should take heed!//until the lawyers step in, that is and I fear that is a real possibility here in due course.
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:) Still I'm afraid publisher usually take an upper hand in such matters.:(( + I just wonder why it took it so long at China. In Russian, the 6th volume of the `Dark Tower' is already translatd and published. :)
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NancyLynn
: excellent advice, Kirill, as always :-)
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you're way too kind :) thank you :)
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Alfa Trans (X)
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Nik-On/Off
: well done
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ÓçíàÞ áðàòà Êîëþ ;-)
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Elena Petelos
: :-))
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4 KudoZ points awarded for this answer.
Comment: "Thank you."
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see answer
Not having read the book, it's impossible to say with certainty and more context is needed.
Let's assume though and knowing Stephen King, "jawbone" is some type of evil phenonema (you'll have to see from the novel what type of monsterous character this is) It obviously has the power to bite/sever.
Character in the novel knows that if he were to insert his fingers (or what is left thereof) directly into the "mouth/jaws" of this thing, they would be completely bitten off/chewed/mangled. That would be painful - therefore the imagery of screams. Seems he has already had one encounter, and his fingers are already stubs - that is already panful, therefore "ceaseless sobbing" (can't stop crying in pain)
Charater thus takes a safer option as described using his palm to lead the way - would put his wrists at risk, I would think but maybe the "jaws" don't extend that wide!.....:-))
Enjoy your Sunday reading
Keep well
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Note added at 16 mins (2005-04-10 11:10:21 GMT)
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As Ian rightly says, you really need to be more specific about what you don\'t understand but it\'s a sunny Sunday morning and I\'m in a good mood.....;-) - hope this helps!
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Note added at 46 mins (2005-04-10 11:40:09 GMT)
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FELT = That is literal - he inserted his hand (palm first) to feel if the monster (jawbone) was still there - simple past tense of the verb: to feel
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Note added at 47 mins (2005-04-10 11:40:32 GMT)
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SENSE OF TOUCH
Let's assume though and knowing Stephen King, "jawbone" is some type of evil phenonema (you'll have to see from the novel what type of monsterous character this is) It obviously has the power to bite/sever.
Character in the novel knows that if he were to insert his fingers (or what is left thereof) directly into the "mouth/jaws" of this thing, they would be completely bitten off/chewed/mangled. That would be painful - therefore the imagery of screams. Seems he has already had one encounter, and his fingers are already stubs - that is already panful, therefore "ceaseless sobbing" (can't stop crying in pain)
Charater thus takes a safer option as described using his palm to lead the way - would put his wrists at risk, I would think but maybe the "jaws" don't extend that wide!.....:-))
Enjoy your Sunday reading
Keep well
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Note added at 16 mins (2005-04-10 11:10:21 GMT)
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As Ian rightly says, you really need to be more specific about what you don\'t understand but it\'s a sunny Sunday morning and I\'m in a good mood.....;-) - hope this helps!
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Note added at 46 mins (2005-04-10 11:40:09 GMT)
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FELT = That is literal - he inserted his hand (palm first) to feel if the monster (jawbone) was still there - simple past tense of the verb: to feel
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Note added at 47 mins (2005-04-10 11:40:32 GMT)
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SENSE OF TOUCH
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Vicky Papaprodromou
: Hi Deborah. Indeed, it's nice to be in a good mood in a sunny Sunday morning... Greetings from Greece!//Yes, summer seems to be on the way at last. This has been a very long winter...
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Hi Vicky - and likewise from Algarve, Portugal - looks like the warmer weather is finally here for us in the South at least ...;-)
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see explanation
Jawbone placed in the back pocket..
Fingers severed by a monster..still sobbing...
He placed his palm on the back pocket to check if the jawbone was inside..he did not insert the hand into the pocket..he applied pressure with his palm on the outside of his pocket..he touched his pocket...
Fingers severed by a monster..still sobbing...
He placed his palm on the back pocket to check if the jawbone was inside..he did not insert the hand into the pocket..he applied pressure with his palm on the outside of his pocket..he touched his pocket...
Peer comment(s):
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Deborah do Carmo
: more likely on the back pocket, agreed - but after the exchange of notes above, I'll definitely be declining from assisting any further//not the books, the wholesale massacre of them and the profession in general - sickening!
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Thanks Deborah....Hubby does not agree to boycott..S.King's books...he is addicted to kudoz
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