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Definition of Alliteration
Alliteration is a figure of speech in which the same sound repeats in a group of words, such as the “b” sound in: “Bob brought the box of bricks to... read full definition
Alliteration is a figure of speech in which the same sound repeats in a group of words, such as the “b” sound in: “Bob brought... read full definition
Alliteration is a figure of speech in which the same sound repeats in a group of words, such as the... read full definition
Key Examples in Scythe
Chapter 5
Explanation and Analysis—Conscience, Consciousness:
In the excerpt from Scythe Curie's gleaning journal at the beginning of Chapter 5, she describes the Thunderhead and its early development. She notes especially one major check on the Thunderhead's power: the Scythedom, and death itself, would be left to humans. She describes this using an important instance of alliteration:
There was only one thing the Thunderhead was not given authority over. The Scythedom. When it was decided that people needed to die in order to ease the tide of population growth, it was also decided that this must be the responsibility of humans. Bridge repair and urban planning could be handled by the Thunderhead, but taking a life was an act of conscience and consciousness. Since it could not be proven that the Thunderhead had either, the Scythedom was born.
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Chapter 27
Explanation and Analysis—Daggers in Her Eyes:
At the Harvest Conclave in Chapter 27, young apprentices swarm Rowan asking about Goddard, while adoring girls drape over Rowan's newly buff figure. Citra eventually finds him but regards him with a piercing look that the narrator describes using a simile as well as alliteration:
Unlock with LitCharts A+Then Citra pushed her way through, and Rowan felt as if he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Citra, hi!”
[...] “Looks like you’ve made a lot of friends,” Citra said.
“No, not really,” he said, then realized he’d just insulted them all.
“I mean, we’re all friends, right? We’re in the same boat.”
“Same boat,” repeated Citra with deadpan dullness but daggers in her eyes as sharp as the ones that used to hang in Faraday’s weapons den. “Good to see you too, Rowan.” Then she strode away.
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