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Based on what you’ve learned about the authors’ styles, match each short story excerpt with its author from the list below.(2 points)
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“Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.”
“Well, sir, Edward never did get back no more that evenin’ to the Dixie Bar. No, pal, uh-hum! ‘Cause we nabbed him. When he come back down the street in his evenin’ clothes and all, with a swell black overcoat on that I wished I had, just a-tippin’ so as not to slip up and fall on the snow, I grabbed him.”
“By my calculations, the professor was about fifty-five times more powerful than a Nagasaki-type atomic bomb at the time he went into hiding. He was not bluffing when, on the eve of ‘Operation Brainstorm,’ he told General Honus Barker: ‘Sitting here at the dinner table, I’m pretty sure I can flatten anything on earth—from Joe Louis to the Great Wall of China.’”
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass a breast.
“We were all at the hospital every afternoon, and there were different ways of walking across the town through the dusk to the hospital. Two of the ways were alongside canals, but they were long. Always, though, you crossed a bridge across a canal to enter the hospital.”
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- Excerpt 1: Allen Ginsberg
- Excerpt 2: Raymond Carver
- Excerpt 3: Kurt Vonnegut
- Excerpt 4: Robert Frost
- Excerpt 5: Ernest Hemingway