Tenth Grade World Literature
Study Guide for the Final
Directions: Analyze each quote for literary devices
“ That evening, the labor units came back from the work yards. Roll call. We began to look
for familiar faces, to seek information, to question the veteran prisoners about which labor
unit was the best, which block one should try to get into. The prisoners all agreed, saying,
‘Buna’s a very good camp. You can stand it. The important thing is not to get transferred to
the building unit . . . .’
As if the choice were in our own hands.” p. 45
“Ten minutes later, we were in front of the warehouse. A German employee, civilian, the
meister, came to meet us. He paid us about as much attention as a dealer might who was
just receiving a delivery of old rags.” p. 47
“Their parents, like mine, had lacked the courage to wind up their affairs and emigrate while
there was still time. We decided that, if we were granted our lives until the liberation, we
would not stay in Europe a day longer. We would take the first boat for Haifa.” p. 48
“ I now took little interest in anything except my daily plate of soup and my crust of stale
bread. Bread, soup – these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even:
a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.” p 50
“ At the warehouse, no one knew I could speak German. That would have aroused
suspicions. Saying those few words to you were risky: but I knew you wouldn’t give me
away . . . . “ p. 51
“ I had watched the whole scene without moving. I kept quiet. In fact I was thinking of how
to get farther away so that I would not be hit myself. What is more, any anger I felt at that
moment was directed, not against the Kapo, but against my father. I was angry with him, for
not knowing how to avoid Idek’s outbreak. That is what concentration camp life had made
out of me.” p. 52
“ But alas, Franek knew where to touch me; he knew my weak point. My father had never
done military service, and he never succeeded in marching in step. Here, every time we
moved from one place to another in a body, we marched in strict rhythm. This was Franek’s
chance to torment my father and to thrash him savagely every day. Left, right: punch! Left,
right: clout!” p. 53
“ Speaking in a low voice, he said ‘You wait and see kid . . . . You’ll soon find out what
leaving your work’s going to cost you. . . . You’re going to pay for this pretty soon . . . . And
now, go back to your place.” p. 54
“Within a few minutes, the camp looked like an abandoned ship. Not a living soul on the
paths. Near the kitchen, two cauldrons of steaming hot soup had been left, half full. Two
cauldrons of soup, right in the middle of the path, with no one guarding them! A feast for
kings, abandoned, supreme temptation! Hundreds of eyes looked at them, sparkling with
desire. Two lambs, with a hundred wolves lying in wait for them. Two lambs without a
shepherd – a gift. But who would dare?” p. 56
“ ‘ They’re bombing Buna!’ someone shouted. I thought of my father. But I was glad all the
same. To see the whole works go up in fire – what revenge! We had heard so much talk
about the defeats of German troops on various fronts, but we did not know how much to
believe. This, today, was real!” p. 57
“After a long moment of waiting, the executioner put the rope round his neck. He was on the
point of motioning to his assistants to draw the chair away from the prisoner’s feet, when
the latter cried, in a calm, strong voice: ‘Long live liberty! A curse upon Germany! A curse .
. . ! A cur—‘ The executioner had completed their task.” p. 60
“ The SS seemed more preoccupied, more disturbed than usual. To hang a young boy in front
of thousands of spectators was no light matter. The head of the camp read the verdict. All
eyes were on the child. He was lividly pale, almost calm, biting his lips. The gallows threw
its shadow over him. . . . The three victims mounted together onto the chairs. The three
necks were placed at the same moment within the nooses. ‘Long live liberty!’ cried the two
adults. But the child was silent. ‘Where is God? Where is He?’ someone behind me asked.”
“For more than half an hour he stayed there, struggling between life and death, dying in slow
agony under our eyes. And we had to look him full in the face. He was still alive when I
passed in front of him. His tongue was still red, his eyes were not yet glazed. Behind me, I
heard the same man asking: ‘Where is God now?’ And I heard a voice within me answer him:
‘Where is He? Here He is-He is hanging here on this gallows . . . ‘ That night the soup tasted
of corpses.” p. 62
Thematic Analysis: Analyze the following poem for imagery, connotations, allusions, and theme:
“Aftermath” by Evelyn Roman – Holocaust Survivor
Fifty years after the fact
Painful memories intact
Must survivors remain
At their altar of pain
And will it subside
On life’s other side
Or go on persisting
Into the realm of light?
Analyze the following poem. Consider the following: theme, symbolism, personification, metaphor, simile, imagery, allusion, and alliteration. Use TP-FASTT if you need some additional direction
Hitler’s First Photograph
And who's this little fellow in his itty-bitty robe?
That's tiny baby Adolf, the Hitler's little boy!
Will he grow up to be an LL.D.?
Or a tenor in Vienna's Opera House?
Whose teensy hand is this, whose little ear and eye and nose?
Whose tummy full of milk, we just don't know:
printer's, doctor's, merchant's, priest's?
Where will those tootsy-wootsies finally wander?
To garden, to school, to an office, to a bride,
maybe to the Burgermeister's daughter?
Precious little angel, mommy's sunshine, honeybun,
while he was being born a year ago,
there was no dearth of signs on the earth and in the sky:
spring sun, geraniums in windows,
the organ-grinder's music in the yard,
a lucky fortune wrapped in rosy paper,
then just before the labor his mother's fateful dream:
a dove seen in dream means joyful news,
if it is caught, a long-awaited guest will come.
Knock knock, who's there, it's Adolf's heartchen knocking.
A little pacifier, diaper, rattle, bib,
our bouncing boy, thank God and knock on wood, is well,
looks just like his folks, like a kitten in a basket,
like the tots in every other family album.
Shush, let's not start crying, sugar,
the camera will click from under that black hood.
The Klinger Atelier, Grabenstrasse, Braunau,
and Braunau is small but worthy town,
honest businesses, obliging neighbors,
smell of yeast dough, of gray soap.
No one hears howling dogs, or fate's footsteps.
A history teacher loosens his collar
and yawns over homework.
TERMS TO KNOW:
MLA format (including font, spacing, heading, and works cited page)
Elements of plot
Internal /External Conflict
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