Instructions will be uploaded laRead ″The Courtship of Mr. Lyon Links to an exte

by Caaltu · June 20, 2024

Instructions will be uploaded laRead ″The Courtship of Mr. Lyon
Links to an external site.″ and collect at least two quotes for your essay from the story. Turn in both quotes as complete sentences including context which identifies the speaker and audience, as well as in-text citations which identify the source.
When to use in-text citation:
when you quote
when you paraphrase
when you refer to a plot point in a story (novel, short story, narrative article)
when you write anything you didn′t know before you read it
Where to add in-text citation:
at the end of the sentence which contains the quoted or otherwise cited material–even if the sentence goes on after the quoted material
after the quotation marks
before the period
How to cite in MLA format:
If you have both, use the author′s last name and page number.
If you are using websites, just use the author′s last name.
For the two sources by the same author in this unit, if you are using websites, use (Carter Courtship) and (Carter Tiger) to differentiate. If you are using the book, the page numbers will make the differentiation clear.
If you are using the book, there should be nothing between the last name and page number but a space (No comma, no p., no pp., no pg. Do not ″p″ all over your paper.)
You must also include context in the sentence. The context should show:
Who is speaking (The Beast said, . . .)
If possible, to whom (The Beast reminded Belle, . . .)
As needed, clarifying details (Notice how in the example below the context shows Beauty is worried about her father, identifying the ″he″ mentioned in the quoted material.)
For our purposes, there is always a comma at the end of context before the quote.
Example: Beauty thought to herself, ″The roads are bad. I hope he′ll be safe″ (Carter).
(context) (quote) (citation)
(Note for those using screen readers: the phrase ″Beauty thought to herself,″ is in red, as is its label ″context″. The quote ″The roads are bad. I hope he′ll be safe″ are in blue, as is their label ″quote″. The citation ″(Carter).″ is in purple, as is its label ″citation″.)
You Need To Know:
You cannot use the quote above. For one thing, it will not work well for your essay.
The color coding above only exists to show you the three parts of the quote sentence: context, quote, and citation. Please do not color code your quote sentences.
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ANGELA CARTER-THE COURTSHIP OF MR. LYONS
Outside her kitchen window, the hedgerow glistened as if the snow possessed a light of its own; when the sky darkened towards evening, an unearthly, reflected pallor remained behind upon the winter′s landscape, while still the soft flakes floated down. This lovely girl, whose skin possesses that same, inner light so you would have thought she, too, was made all of snow, pauses in her chores in the mean kitchen to look out at the country road. Nothing has passed that way all day; the road is white and unmarked as a spilled bolt of bridal satin.
Father said he would be home before nightfall.
The snow brought down all the telephone wires; he couldn′t have called, even with the best of news.
The roads are bad. I hope he′ll be safe.
But the old car stuck fast in a rut, wouldn′t budge an inch; the engine whirred, coughed and died and he was far from home. Ruined, once; then ruined again, as he had learnt from his lawyers that very morning; at the conclusion of the lengthy, slow attempt to restore his fortunes, he had turned out his pockets to find the cash for petrol to take him home. And not even enough money left over to buy his Beauty, his girl-child, his pet, the one white rose she said she wanted; the only gift she wanted, no matter how the case went, how rich he might once again be. She had asked for so little and he had not been able to give it to her. He cursed the useless car, the last straw that broke his spirit; then, nothing for it but to fasten his old sheepskin coat around him, abandon the heap of metal and set off down the snow-filled lane to look for help.
Behind wrought iron gates, a short, snowy drive performed a reticent flourish before a miniature, perfect, Palladian house that seemed to hide itself shyly behind snow-laden skirts of an antique cypress. It was almost night; that house, with its sweet, retiring melancholy grace, would have seemed deserted but for a light that flickered in an upstairs window, so vague it might have been the reflection of a star, if any stars could have penetrated the snow that whirled yet more thickly. Chilled through, he pressed the latch of the gate and saw, with a pang, how, on the withered ghost of a tangle of thorns, there clung, still, the faded rag of a white rose.
The gate clanged loudly shut behind him; too loudly. For an instant, that reverberating clang seemed final, emphatic, ominous as if the gate, now closed, barred all within it from the world outside the walled, wintry garden. And, from a distance, though from what distance he could not tell, he heard the most singular sound in the world: a great roaring, as of a beast of prey.
In too much need to allow himself to be intimidated, he squared up to the mahogany door. This door was equipped with a knocker in the shape of a lion′s head, with a ring through the nose; as he raised his hand towards it, it came to him this lion′s head was not, as he had thought at first, made of brass, but, instead, of solid gold. Before, however, he could announce his presence, the door swung silently inward on well-oiled hinges and he saw a white hall where the candles of a great chandelier cast their benign light upon so many, many flowers in great, free-standing jars of crystal that it seemed the whole of spring drew him into its warmth with a profound intake of perfumed breath. Yet there was no living person in the hall.
The door behind him closed as silently as it had opened, yet, this time, he felt no fear although he knew by the pervasive atmosphere of a suspension of reality that he had entered a place of privilege where all the laws of the world he knew need not necessarily apply, for the very rich are often very eccentric and the house was plainly that of an exceedingly wealthy man. As it was, when nobody came to help him with his coat, he took it off himself. At that, the crystals of the chandelier tinkled a little, as if emitting a pleased chuckle, and the door of a cloakroom opened of its own accord. There were, however, no clothes at all in this cloakroom, not even the statutory country-house garden mackintosh to greet his own squirearchal sheepskin, but, when he emerged again into the hall, he found a greeting waiting for him at last–there was, of all things, a liver and white King Charles spaniel crouched, with head intelligently cocked, on the Kelim runner. It gave him further, comforting proof of his unseen host′s wealth and eccentricity to see the dog wore, in place of a collar, a diamond necklace.
The dog sprang to its feet in welcome and busily shepherded him (how amusing!) to a snug little leather-panelled study on the first floor, where a low table was drawn up to a roaring log fire. On the table, a silver tray; round the neck of the whisky decanter, a silver tag with the legend: Drink me, while the cover of the silver dish was engraved with the exhortation: Eat me, in a flowing hand. This dish contained sandwiches of thick-cut roast beef, still bloody. He drank the one with soda and ate the other with some excellent mustard thoughtfully provided in a stoneware pot, and, when the spaniel saw to it he had served himself, she trotted off about her own business.
All that remained to make Beauty′s father entirely comfortable was to find, in a curtained recess, not only a telephone but the card of a garage that advertised a twenty-four-hour rescue service; a couple of calls later and he had confirmed, thank God, there was no serious trouble, only the car′s age and the cold weather … could he pick it up from the village in an hour? And directions to the village, but half a mile away, were supplied, in a new tone of deference, as soon as he described the house from where he was calling.
And he was disconcerted but, in his impecunious circumstances, relieved to hear the bill would go on his hospitable if absent host′s account; no question, assured the mechanic. It was the master′s custom.
Time for another whisky as he tried, unsuccessfully, to call Beauty and tell her he would be late; but the lines were still down, although, miraculously, the storm had cleared as the moon rose and now a glance between the velvet curtains revealed a landscape as of ivory with an inlay of silver. Then the spaniel appeared again, with his hat in her careful mouth, prettily wagging her tail, as if to tell him it was time to be gone, that this magical hospitality was over.