Describing things


"The boy was smiling and he had red hair..."

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"The boy was smiling reluctantly and his red hair hadn"t been cut for weeks... "

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On this page you"ll get to read two different descriptions and then you"ll have to write your own. How can you make something clear, whether it"s a description of a person, a place or a thing?


What am I supposed to practice?

 

You should feel comfortable informing other people about different things, and you should be able to describe things. You should also be able to express your own thoughts about something.

You can describe a person from your childhood, a place you"ve been to, or a painting, or a photo. But let"s have a look at how this has been done by other people.

Start reading (and look up difficult words):

1. The first excerpt is from ALICE"S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND by Lewis Carroll.

CHAPTER I
Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister
on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had
peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no
pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book,"
thought Alice "without pictures or conversation?"

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could,
for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether
the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble
of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White
Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice
think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to
itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!" (when she thought
it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have
wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural);
but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoast-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to
her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never
before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to
take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the
field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop
down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once
considering how in the world she was to get out again.

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way,
and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a
moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself
falling down a very deep well.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she
had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to
wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look
down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to
see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and
noticed that they were filled with cupboards and bookshelves;
here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She
took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was
labeled "orange marmelade", but to her great disappointment it
was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing
somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she
fell past it.

"Well!" thought Alice to herself, "after such a fall as this, I
shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll
all think me at home! Why, I wouldn"t say anything about it,
even if I fell off the top of the house!" (Which was very likely
true.)

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! "I
wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?" she said aloud.
"I must be getting somewhere near the center of the earth. Let
me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--" (for,
you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her
lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good
opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to
listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) "--yes,
that"s about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude
or Longitude I've got to?" (Alice had no idea what Latitude was,
or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to
say.)

2. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, author of Sherlock Holmes also wrote other stories. This is the beginning of a "medical story". It"s called "ROUND THE RED LAMP " and describes quite realistically the doctors work.

This is the beginning of the story when a grown man, a doctor, describes his first meeting with James Winter, the doctor of his childhood.

BEHIND THE TIMES.

My first interview with Dr. James Winter was
under dramatic circumstances. It occurred at two in
the morning in the bedroom of an old country house.
I kicked him twice on the white waistcoat and knocked
off his gold spectacles, while he with the aid of a
female accomplice stifled my angry cries in a flannel
petticoat and thrust me into a warm bath. I am told
that one of my parents, who happened to be present,
remarked in a whisper that there was nothing the
matter with my lungs. I cannot recall how Dr. Winter
looked at the time, for I had other things to think
of, but his description of my own appearance is far
from flattering. A fluffy head, a body like a
trussed goose, very bandy legs, and feet with the
soles turned inwards--those are the main items which
he can remember.

From this time onwards the epochs of my life were
the periodical assaults which Dr. Winter made upon
me. He vaccinated me; he cut me for an abscess; he
blistered me for mumps. It was a world of peace and
he the one dark cloud that threatened. But at last
there came a time of real illness--a time when I lay
for months together inside my wickerwork-basket bed,
and then it was that I learned that that hard face
could relax, that those country-made creaking boots
could steal very gently to a bedside, and that that
rough voice could thin into a whisper when it spoke
to a sick child.

And now the child is himself a medical man, and
yet Dr. Winter is the same as ever. I can see no
change since first I can remember him, save that
perhaps the brindled hair is a trifle whiter, and the
huge shoulders a little more bowed. He is a very
tall man, though he loses a couple of inches from his
stoop. That big back of his has curved itself over
sick beds until it has set in that shape. His face
is of a walnut brown, and tells of long winter drives
over bleak country roads, with the wind and the rain
in his teeth. It looks smooth at a little distance,
but as you approach him you see that it is shot with
innumerable fine wrinkles like a last year"s apple.
They are hardly to be seen when he is in repose; but
when he laughs his face breaks like a starred glass,
and you realise then that though he looks old, he
must be older than he looks.

Assignment:

Think about what you know about Alice. Her looks? Her feelings? Do you know what the rabbit-hole looks like? The rabbit?

Think about the second story: what do you know about Doctor Winter? How is this story told?

Now write your own description. Write a draft to begin with and rewrite when you"ve decided that this is one of the assignments you"ve chosen.

If you write about a well known place, person or painting, don"t tell us who or what it is. Let the rest of us guess instead!

Do you want more descriptions? Go to Gibson - a text archive - and have a look!


Assignment to be submitted,
Write a description of your own:

Choose between writing about a painting, a photo, a person or a place. Then submit it to your project discussion and read what other participants in your group have written.