Imagery = taste, touch, hearing, sight, smell.
Quality of the sun:
-Heat
-Brightness
-Size
-Distance
-Colours
-Energy
You are the sun lighting my day.
You are the heat of the sun stopping me from freezing.
There was a sound like a gigantic bonfire burning all of Time, all the years and all the parchment calendars, all the hours piled high and set aflame.
Transferring the quality years to parchment
A touch of the hand and this burning would, on the instant, beautifully reverse itself. Eckels remembered the wording in the advertisements to the letter. Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders, the old years, the green years, might leap; roses sweeten the air, white hair turn Irish-black, wrinkles vanish; all, everything fly back to seed, flee death, rush down to their beginnings, suns rise in western skies and set in glorious easts, moons eat themselves opposite to the custom, all and everything cupping one in another like Chinese boxes, rabbits into hats, all and everything returning to the fresh death, the seed death, the green death, to the time before the beginning. A touch of a hand might do it, the merest touch of a hand.
Juxtaposition- 2 things that are completely different.
Transferring the quality of time
Cocktail dates - 1066-Norwegian invasion
- 1861-American civil war
- 1492-America
The stomp of your foot, on one mouse, could start an earthquake- metaphor
Quality of the sun:
-Heat
-Brightness
-Size
-Distance
-Colours
-Energy
You are the sun lighting my day.
You are the heat of the sun stopping me from freezing.
There was a sound like a gigantic bonfire burning all of Time, all the years and all the parchment calendars, all the hours piled high and set aflame.
Transferring the quality years to parchment
A touch of the hand and this burning would, on the instant, beautifully reverse itself. Eckels remembered the wording in the advertisements to the letter. Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders, the old years, the green years, might leap; roses sweeten the air, white hair turn Irish-black, wrinkles vanish; all, everything fly back to seed, flee death, rush down to their beginnings, suns rise in western skies and set in glorious easts, moons eat themselves opposite to the custom, all and everything cupping one in another like Chinese boxes, rabbits into hats, all and everything returning to the fresh death, the seed death, the green death, to the time before the beginning. A touch of a hand might do it, the merest touch of a hand.
Juxtaposition- 2 things that are completely different.
Transferring the quality of time
Cocktail dates - 1066-Norwegian invasion
- 1861-American civil war
- 1492-America
The stomp of your foot, on one mouse, could start an earthquake- metaphor