Imagery
- `...the Brick House had always been a Sunday place to me.` (Laurence 161)
- `It`s like batting your head against a brick wall. He`d get his way in the end. He always does.`(Laurence 163)
- Description of the car on page 164.
- “In my grandfather’s room the pipe was a bright light crimson. From inside it’s dragon throat came a low but impressive rumble.” (Laurence 175)
- “The music seemed the only music that ever was or ever would be. I had no means of knowing that it was being set into the mosaic of myself, and that it would pass away quickly and yet remain always as mine.” (Laurence 180)
- `More or less,` my mother said calmly, as though the tigress beneath her exterior was nothing to be surprised about` (Laurence 187)
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