Quote:
"Then too she noticed how baggy Joe was getting all over. Like bags hanging from an ironing board. A little sack hung from the corners of his eyes and rested on his cheekbones; a loose-filled bag of feathers hung from his ears and rested on his neck beneath his chin. A sack of flabby something hung from his loins and rested on his thighs when he sat down. But even these things were running down like candle grease as time moved on."
Pg. 81
Comment:
(E) This paragraph stuck out to me because all of the imagery and similes. It's very detailed in telling how Joe Starks is growing old. The imagery and simile that I really like, that's really detailed, is "...A little sack hung from the corners of his eyes and rested on his cheekbones..." it sounds a little exaggerated but still very detailed. The simile I like is "...even these things were running down like candle grease..." It's actually kind of funny also.
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