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 * __The God of small things:__**

> The nights are clear, but suffuse with sloth and sullen expectation.(p1) introduction setting > She was their Ammu and their Baba and she had loved them Double. > The door of the furnace clanged shut. There were no tears. > The crematorium “In-charge” had gone down the road for a cup of tea and didn’t come back for twenty minutes. That’s how long Chacko and Rahel had to wait for the pink receipt that would entitle them to collect Ammu’s remains. Her ashes. The grit from her bones. The teeth from her smile. The whole of her crammed into a little clay pot. Receipt No. Q498673.( p 163)
 * May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled by the sun.
 * Not old. Not young. But a viable dia-able age. p 3Unconventional style, relates to the non chronological narrative structure which emphasizes on the idea that things do not relate by time but by meaning.
 * Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace Worse Things kept happening.(p 20)
 * She remembers, for instance what the orangedrink lemondrink man did to Estha.(p 29)
 * Margaret Kochamma, sophie Mol's English mother, wouldn't let chack, sophie Mol's biological father, put his arm around her to comfort her.( p5)--- Relationship breakdown and conflict.
 * Returned. (p.9)-- a major theme in the book.
 * It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.
 * And now, twenty-three years later, their father had re-Returned Estha.(p.9)---Estha is in some sorte handicaped as he stoped talking due to the Orange drink man. This is a bit like papachi.
 * She's living her life backwards, Rahel thought.(p 22)--- like the narrative: it also goes backwards
 * Fell in love with a handsome young irish monk, Father mulligan.(p22) bad start for Baby Kochamma bound to suffer.Shows that if you don't get married when you are young you are left alone.
 * Like steel bus rails.(p 31) repetition through out the book.
 * As ye sow, so shall ye reap.(p31--- you'll the result of what you do(FATALISTIC)
 * Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.(p 32)
 * Still, to say that it all began when Sophie Mol came o Ayemenem is only one way of looking at it(p33)-- many perspective we DON?T KNOW WHEN IT BEGINS.
 * A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.(p 52)
 * They would grow up grappling with ways of living with what happened. They would try to tell themselves that in terms of geological time it was an insignificant event. Just a blink of the Earth Woman's eye. That Worse Things had happened. That Worse Things kept happening. But they would find no comfort in the thought.(p 54)
 * his was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.(p 68)
 * When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.( p 107)
 * Some things come with their own punishment.(p 109) relates to "As ye sow, so shall ye reap"
 * Anything's possible in Human Nature ...Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy(p 112)
 * The steel door of the incinerator went up and the muted hum of the eternal fire became a red roaring. The heat lunged out at them like a famished beast. Then Rahel’s Ammu was fed to it. Her hair, her skin, her smile. Her voice. The way she used Kipling to love her children before putting them to bed: We be of one blood, thou and I! Her goodnight kiss. The way she held their faces steady with one hand (squashed-cheeked, fish-mouthed) while she parted and combed their hair with the other. The way she held knickers out, for Rahel to climb into. Left leg, right leg. All this was fed to the beast, and it was satisfied.
 * He left no footprints in sand, no ripples in water, no image in mirrors.( p 206)
 * Revolution is not a dinner party. Revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence in which one class overthrows another.(p 280)
 * Men's subliminal urge to destroy what he could neither subdue nor deify.(p 308)
 * His feet touched the muddy riverbed. As he rose from the dark river and walked up the stone steps she saw that the world they stood in was his. That he belonged to it. The water. The mud. The trees.The fish.The stars(p.334) --- seems like a new beginning/ primitive.
 * But that would be later. Lay Ter.(p 334) emphasis on the word could suggest the sexual action that will happen.
 * He has misunderstood her. The whole thing was a figment of his imagination. This was a trap.(p 334) impossible to have lower class with medium class in soceity.
 * Pulling her hips against his, to slet her know how much he wanted her.(p 335) sexual desire.
 * Tomorrow.(p 340) The ending of the book. We as reader know what will happen after this.


 * __1984:__**

__Love:__

p51 : you did not have friends nowadays, you had comrades.

p139 : What was more important was that sexual privation induced hysteria

p19 : It was as though their two minds had opened and thoughts were flowing from one into the other through their eyes " I am with you"

p264 : he had never loved him so deeply as at this moment

p280 :There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother.

p133 : It was a political act.

p113 : I love you

p300 : Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! Not me! Julia! I don't care what you do to her. Tear her face off, strip her to the bones. Not me! Julia! Not me!

__Characterization:__

p3 : Winston who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle ( anti hero)

p251 : In the face of pain there are no heroes

p179 : you are prepared to give you lives? yes you are prepared to commit murder? yes To commit acts od sabotage which may cause the death of hundreds of innocent people? yes

__Setting:__

p3 : The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats

p5 Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their window patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all direcection?

p6 : So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions.

p125 : The sweetness of the air and the greenness of the leaves.

p100 : and in the warm dim light the placed looked curiously inviting

p157 : The room was paradise

__Foreshadowing__ :

p 98: Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me.

p 251 You knew this Winston,' said O'Brien. 'Dont deceive yourself. You did know it-- you have always known it.

__Rebellion:__

DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER" //** p133 : It was a political act.
 * //p 20: "DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER

__Betrayal:__
 * // p89: But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. //**

p 305: I betrayed you she said baldly I betrayed you he said.

__Oppression:__

p 107 :War is peace, Freedom is slavery, Ignorance is strength

p 52 :But where did that knowledge exist? Only in his own consciousness, which in any case must soon be annihilated

//p 3 : Big Brother is watching you.//

p37: Who controls the past', ran the party slogan, 'controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.

__Propaganda__
 * p 13: To begin with he did not know with any certainty that this was 1984. **

** __Doublethink__ :
 * p 18: WAR IS PEACE; FREEDOM IS SLAVERY; IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

p 18 :War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength

p 7 :Victory gin

p 298 :The truth became untruth.  __**A hero of our time:**__

//__ Characterization: __//

p 133: I might recover, or I might just as easily die: one thing or the other, it's all in the way of nature.

// p 101: I make fun of everything, feelings especially, and this is beginning to alarm her. //

// p 34: //I've got an unfortunate character.

// p // xviii: // The turmoil of life has left me with a few ideas, but no feelings. //

// p 123 :I'll hazard my life, even my honor, twenty times, but I will not sell my freedom. //

// p 103:What is happiness but gratified pride? //

__ ** Tragic Hero: ** __

p 101: What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.

p 12: This is how the hero of our time must be. He will be characterized either by decisive inaction, or else by futile activity.

// p 82: My whole life has been a mere chain of sad and futile opposition to the dictates of either heart or reason. The presence of an enthusiast makes me as cold as a midwinter's day. // p 148:When I think of imminent and possible death, I think only of myself.

//__ Love: __// p 88: And then we had one of those conversations which make no sense on paper, which you can't repeat and can't even remember.

p 35: I’m still in love with her… I’d give my life for her. But she bores me.

p 77: I was born with a passion for contradiction. My whole life has been nothing but a series of dismal, unsuccessful attempts to go against heart or reason.

__Setting:__

// p 27: They put chains under the wheels to act as a brake to stop them running away, took the horses by the bridle and began the descent. //

//__ Fate: __// p 160: For a long time now I've lived by intellect, not feeling.

p 35: My soul is been corrupted by the society. My imagination knows no peace, my heart no satisfaction.

__** // p 64 :She was a strange creature //
 * __ Women:

// p 123: It is hard to convince women of anything--they must be brought to a point where they will convince themselves. //

// p 104: Oh women, women! Who really does understand them? Their smiles contradict their glances, their words promise and beguile, but their tone of voice repulses. They either figure out in a flash your innermost thought or they don't get the most obvious hint. //