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316 result(s) for "Buses Fiction."
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The bus for us
Eagerly awaiting the bus on her first day of school, Tess learns the names of different vehicles from her older friend, Gus.
A Common Misconception
[...]no one is able to say exactly where A's village is in relation to H. Last week, A had a job interview with an employer, let us call him B, in the town of H. A took the bus to H and arrived there ten minutes later, had the interview with B, and returned home, also by bus, also in ten minutes. [...]of his death, in 1924 at the age of 40, Kafka was being treated for laryngeal tuberculosis in the Kierling Sanatorium, outside Vienna, but from 1908 until his retirement in 1922, he had been employed in Prague by the Workers' Accident Insurance Institute, first investigating industrial accidents and assessing claims by workers who had been injured on the job, and eventually as a senior clerk in charge of the division studying the prevention of workplace accidents. What he calls into question, rather, is the convention that the laws of nature are at all times to be observed in fiction ... Since the 1920s, the usual conventions of storytelling have been called into question so often, by authors of diverse cultural backgrounds, that we might ask whose conventions Kafka was flouting? [...]have Western literature and Western society in general come from those early conventions that we no longer consider their suspension to be shocking or even particularly innovative.
Axle Annie
The schools in Burskyville never close for snow because Axle Annie is always able to make it up the steepest hill in town, until Shifty Rhodes and Hale Snow set out to stop her.
Wheels on the bus
As the rickety old bus collects an odd assortment of passengers in a quaint little town, the reader may join in with the sounds of the bus and the motions of the driver and passengers.
\something so varied and wandering\: \restless\ subjectivity in Virginia Woolf's fiction
In the new urban environments forged by and through imperialism, mass migrations, women's and workers' struggles, and war, social peace requires a new consolidation and administration of identities-people need to know their place. [...]the \"new\" women of late Victorian, Edwardian, and Georgian London could circulate unescorted, discover new areas of the city and themselves, and experience incongruous adjacencies-within the limits of propriety and security. How they came to find themselves walking down a street with...a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat...They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city.. ..They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car...masters of life. Put another way, why are possibilities of transformation post-World War I no less limited than they were pre-war; why are radical ambitions experienced as being ultimately illusory by both characters and readers alike, who know that rebellious youths and \"pioneers\" usually find themselves \"borne on\" (MD 103) retracing predictable paths of identity formation?