Literary Characters Summed Up in Quotes from The Office
|“Tramp—tramp—tramp; that’s the dead; tramp—tramp—tramp; they’re coming after me; but I won’t go. Oh, they’re here! don’t touch me—don’t! hands off—they’re cold; let go. Oh, let a poor devil alone!”||“Stomp, stomp, stomp. That’s the dead. Stomp, stomp, stomp. They’re coming after me, but I won’t go. Augh, they’re here! Don’t touch me! Take your cold hands off me! Just let this poor devil alone!”|
|Then he went down on all fours and crawled off, begging them to let him alone, and he rolled himself up in his blanket and wallowed in under the old pine table, still a-begging; and then he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.||Then he got down on all fours and crawled off, begging his hallucinations to leave him alone. He rolled himself up in his blanket and curled up under the old pine table, begging to be left alone. Then I could hear him crying through the blanket.|
|By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he see me and went for me. He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldn’t come for him no more. I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed SUCH a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up. Once when I turned short and dodged under his arm he made a grab and got me by the jacket between my shoulders, and I thought I was gone; but I slid out of the jacket quick as lightning, and saved myself. Pretty soon he was all tired out, and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his knife under him, and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.||Eventually he rolled out from under the table and jumped up on his feet, looking crazy again. He saw me and came after me. He called me the Angel of Death and chased me around the cabin with a pocket knife. He was saying he was going to kill me so that I couldn’t come after him. I begged him to stop and kept saying that it was me, Huck. He just laughed—it was a high pitched screech—and swore and continued chasing me. I stopped suddenly and tried to run under his arm, but he grabbed my jacket between the shoulders. I thought I was dead, but I slid out of the jacket fast as lightning, which saved me. Pretty soon he was exhausted again, and he dropped down to the ground with his back against the door. He said he’d rest just a minute and then kill me. He sat on his knife, said he’d sleep to build up his strength. Then he would show me who was boss.|
|So he dozed off pretty soon. By and by I got the old split-bottom chair and clumb up as easy as I could, not to make any noise, and got down the gun. I slipped the ramrod down it to make sure it was loaded, then I laid it across the turnip barrel, pointing towards pap, and set down behind it to wait for him to stir. And how slow and still the time did drag along.||
He soon dozed off. After a bit, I pulled the split-bottom chair over,
climbed on it carefully, so as not to make any noise, and got the gun. I
metal rod used to load muskets and older rifles.ramrod down the barrel to make sure it was loaded. Then I laid it across a barrel of turnips so that it was pointed at pap. I sat down behind it and waited for him to wake up. Time dragged on slowly.