AP Style Paper 1

Imagery 1: \"The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning. A succession of furious, choking yells from the street. Madame Monce, who kept the little hotel opposite mine, had come out on to the pavement to address a lodger on the third floor. Her bare feet were stuck into sabots and her grey hair was streaming down\"

Imagery 2: \"In the morning I walked down to the Rue du Marche' des Blancs Manteaux; with a shock, I found it a slummy back street as bad as my own. Boris's hotel was the dirtiest hotel in the street. From its dark doorway there came out a vile, sour orour, a mixture of slops ad syntheticsoup...\"

Imagery 3: \"All day I loafed in the streets, east as far as Wapping, west as far as Whitechapel. It was queer after Paris; everything was so much cleaner and quieter and drearier. One missed the scream of the trams, and the the noisy, festering life of the back streets, and the armed men clattering through the squares. The crowds were better dressed and the faces comelier and milder and more alike, without that fierce individuality and malice of the French.\"

Imagery 4: \"Flat feet, pot bellies, hollow chests, sagging muscles--every kind of physical rottenness was there.\"

Details 1: \"They were of every trade--cobblers, bricklayers, stonemasons, navvies, students, prostitutes, rag-pickers. Some of them were fantastically poor. In one of the attics there was a Bulgarian student who made fancy shoes for the American market.\"

Details 2: \"The Hotel X. was a vast, grandiose place with a classical facade, and at one side a little, dark doorway like a rat-hole, which was the service entrance.\"

Details 3: \"Still I can point to one or two things I have definitely learned by being hard up. I shall never again think that all tramps are drunken scoundrels, nor expect a beggar to be grateful when I give him a penny, nor be surprised if men out of work lack energy, nor subscribe to the Salvation Army, nor pawn my clothes, nor refuse a handbill, nor enjoy a meal at a smart restaurant. That is a beginning.\"

Diction 1: \"The rooms were small and inveterately dirty, for there was no maid, and Madame F., the patronne, had no time to do any sweeping.\"

Diction 2: \"Do you think you've bought the hotel, eh? Why can't you throw them out of the window like everyone else? Putain! Salope!\"

Diction 3: \"At about five the Irishman said, 'Could you do wid a cup o' tay? De spike don't open till six. Well, dere's a place here where dey gives you a free cup o' tay and a bun. Good tay it is. Dey makes you say a lot o' bloody prayers after; but hell! It all passes de time away. You come wid me.'\"