A Brief Uistory of Short Story
Chapter One： Plot and Structure
Aay Foster （Joseph Conrad）
The Snows Of Kilimanjaro （ Emest Miller Hemingway）
Chapter Two： Character
Araby （ James Joyce）
A Cood Man Is Hard To Find （ Flannery O''Connor）
Chapter Three： Point of View
First Confession （Frank O''Connor）
Death In The Woods （Sherwood Anderson）
Chapter Four： Setting and Atmosphere
A Sunrise On The Veld （Doris Lessing）
The Cask Of Amontillado （ Edgar Allen Poe）
Chapter Five： Theme
Rose-Coloured Teacups （ A. S. Byatt ）
A Rose For Emily （William Faulkner）
Chapter Six： Language and Style
Feulle D''album （ Katherine Mansfield）
Rip Van Winkle （ Washington Irving）
Chapter Seven： Symbolism and Allegory
Kew Cardens （Virginia Woolf）
Young Coodman Brown （ Nathaniel Hawthorne）
Chapter Eight： Irony and Paradox
The Rocking-Horse Winner （ D. H. Lawrence）
The Lottery （ Shirley Jackson）
Appendix Ⅰ Approaches to Literary Criticism
Appendix Ⅱ Glossary of Literary Terms
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"I walked away thoughtfully; I wondered whether his
difference， his strange-neas， were not penetrating with repulsion
that dull nature they had begun by irresisti-bly attracting. I
wendered. . . "
The Doctor came to the window and looked out at the frigid
splendor of the sea， immense in the haze， as if enclosing all the
earth with all the hearts lost among the passions of love and
fear.
"Physiologically， now，" he said， tuming away abruptly， "it was
possible.lt was possible. "
He remained silent. Then went on——-
" At all events， the next time I saw him he was ill - lung
trouble. He was tough， but I daresay he was not acclinur，tized as
well as I had supposed. It was a bad win- ter; and， of course，
these mountaineers do get fits of home sickness; and a state of
depression would make him vulnerable. He was lying half dressed on
a couch down- stairs.
"A table covered with a dark oilcloth took up all the middle of
the little room. There was a wicker cradle on the floor， a ketde
spouting steam on the hob， and some child''s linen lay drying on the
fender. The room was warm， but the door opens right into the
garden， as you noticed perhaps.
" He was very feverish， and kept on muttering to himself. She sat
on a chair and looked at him rixedly across the table with her
brown， hlurred eyes. '' Why don''t you have him upstairs?'' I asked.
With a start and a confused stammer she said， '' Oh! ah! I couldn''t
sit with him upstairs， Sir. ''
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