"Chapter One"
Dublin Core
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Subject
Description
This artifact is Samantha Kraeer's annotations in a copy of "Edgar Huntly" by Charles Brockden Brown.
The submitter provided the following about the artifact’s history:
Annotations made by Samantha Kraeer in a copy of "Edgar Huntly" by Charles Brockden Brown. Annotations made approximately September 2017.
The submitter provided the following about the artifact’s history:
Annotations made by Samantha Kraeer in a copy of "Edgar Huntly" by Charles Brockden Brown. Annotations made approximately September 2017.
Creator
Samantha Kraeer
Source
Samantha Kraeer
Publisher
Unpublished
Date
Rights
Samantha Kraeer
Language
English
Coverage
2000-2024
Notebook, Marginalia and Annotation Item Type Metadata
Genre
annotation
Material
unlined paper, pencil, printer ink, glue
Circulation
None
Linguistic Text
<underlined> unreliable narrator <underlined>
repeats somewhat and at length to dese[ ]be
repeats somewhat and at length to dese[ ]be
Visual Text
There is a line drawn from the annotation "unreliable narrator" to the line "I sit down". There are stars drawn in the margin by the lines "I sit down", "Yet am I sure", "to relate can be recalled", "incompatible with order", and "in proportion".
The following quotes from the book are underlined in pencil:
"I sit down, my friend, to comply with thy request."
"At length"
"I somewhat"
"imperfect close"
"In proportion as I gain power over words, shall I lose dominion over sentiment; in proportion as my tale is deliberate and slow, the"
The following quotes from the book are underlined in pencil:
"I sit down, my friend, to comply with thy request."
"At length"
"I somewhat"
"imperfect close"
"In proportion as I gain power over words, shall I lose dominion over sentiment; in proportion as my tale is deliberate and slow, the"
Given Text
Linguistic Text:
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l and candid
C.B.B.
Chapter One
I sit down, my friend, to comply with thy request. At length does the impetuosity of my fears, the transports of my wonder permit me to recollect my promise and perform it.
At length am I somewhat delivered from suspense and from tremors. At the length the drama is brought to an imperfect close, and the series that events, that absorbed my faculties, that hurried away my attention, has terminated in repose.
Till now, to hold a steadfast pen was impossible; to disengage my senses from the scene that was passing or approaching; to forbear to grasp at futurity; to suffer so much thought to wander from the purpose which engrossed my fears and hopes, could not be.
Yet am I sure that even now my perturbations are sufficiently stilled for an employment like this? That the incidents I am going to relate can be recalled and arranged without indistinctness and confusion? That emotions will not be re-awakened by my narrative, incompatible with order and coherence? Yet when I shall be better qualified for this task I know not. Time may take away these headlong energies, and give me back my ancient sobriety: but this change will only be effected by weakening my remembrance of these events. In proportion as I gain power over words, shall I lose dominion over sentiment; in proportion as my tale is deliberate and slow, the
e, and these
ful colours.
l and candid
C.B.B.
Chapter One
I sit down, my friend, to comply with thy request. At length does the impetuosity of my fears, the transports of my wonder permit me to recollect my promise and perform it.
At length am I somewhat delivered from suspense and from tremors. At the length the drama is brought to an imperfect close, and the series that events, that absorbed my faculties, that hurried away my attention, has terminated in repose.
Till now, to hold a steadfast pen was impossible; to disengage my senses from the scene that was passing or approaching; to forbear to grasp at futurity; to suffer so much thought to wander from the purpose which engrossed my fears and hopes, could not be.
Yet am I sure that even now my perturbations are sufficiently stilled for an employment like this? That the incidents I am going to relate can be recalled and arranged without indistinctness and confusion? That emotions will not be re-awakened by my narrative, incompatible with order and coherence? Yet when I shall be better qualified for this task I know not. Time may take away these headlong energies, and give me back my ancient sobriety: but this change will only be effected by weakening my remembrance of these events. In proportion as I gain power over words, shall I lose dominion over sentiment; in proportion as my tale is deliberate and slow, the
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Genres Included in the Artifact
annotation, note
Uploaded
Samantha Kraeer
04/05/18
04/05/18
Citation
Samantha Kraeer, “"Chapter One",” Museum of Everyday Writing, accessed April 27, 2024, https://museumofeverydaywriting.omeka.net/items/show/725.