First, read the text without any interruption, to get a feel for it and its richness. This is the first seven pages of chapter 1 in the Penguin edition. Then below we will identify aspects with each statement (jump directly there if you wish).
The hamlet stood on a gentle rise in the flat, wheat-growing north-east corner of Oxfordshire. We will call it Lark Rise because of the great number of skylarks which made the surrounding fields their springboard and nested on the bare earth between the rows of green corn.All around, from every quarter, the stiff, clayey soil of the arable fields crept up, bare, brown and windswept for eight months out of the twelve. Spring brought a flush of green wheat and there were violets under the hedges and pussy-willows out beside the brook at the bottom of the 'Hundred Acres', but only for a few weeks in later summer had the landscape real beauty. Then the ripened cornfields rippled up to the doorsteps of the cottages and the hamlet became an island in a sea of dark gold.
To a child it seemed that it must always have been so; but the ploughing and sowing and reaping were recent innovations. Old men could remember when the Rise, covered with juniper bushes, stood in the midst of a furzy heath - common land which had come under the plough after the passing of the Enclosure Acts. Some of the ancients still occupied cottages on land which had been ceded to their fathers as 'squatters' rights', and probably all the small plots upon which the houses stood had originally been so ceded. In the eighteen-eighties the hamlet consisted of about thirty cottages and an inn, not built in rows, but dotted down anywhere within a more or less circular group. A deeply rutted cart track surrounded the whole, and separate houses or groups of houses were connected by a network of pathways. Going from one part of the hamlet to another was called "going round the Rise", and the plural of 'house' was not 'houses' but 'housen'. The only shop was a small general one kept in the back kitchen of the inn. The church and school were in the mother village, a mile and half away.
A road flattened the circle at one point. It had been cut when the heath was enclosed, for convenience in fieldwork and to connect the main Oxford road with the mother village and a series of other villages beyond. From the hamlet it led on the one hand to church and school, and on the other to the main road, or the turnpike, as it was still called, and so to the market town where the Saturday shopping was done. It brought little traffic past the hamlet. An occasional farm wagon, piled with sacks or square-cut bundles of hay; a farmer on horseback or in his gig; the baker's little old white-tiled van; a string of blanketed hunters with grooms, exercising in the early morning, and a carriage with gentry out paying calls in the afternoon were about the sum of it. No motors, no buses, and only one of the old penny-farthing high bicycles at rare intervals. People still rushed to their cottage doors to see one of the latter come past.
A few of the houses had thatched roofs, whitewashed outer walls and diamond-panes windows, but the majority were just stone or brick boxes with blue-slated roofs. The older houses were relics of pre-enclosure days, and were still occupied by descendants of the original squatters, themselves at that time elderly people. One old couple owned a donkey and cart, which they used to carry their vegetables, eggs, and honey to the market town and sometimes hired out at sixpence a day to their neighbours. One house was occupied by a retired farm bailiff, who was reported to have "well feathered his own nest" during his years of stewardship. Another aged man owned and worked upon about an acre of land. These, the innkeeper, and one other man, a stonemason who walked the three miles to and from his work in the town every day, were the only ones not employed as agricultural labourers.
Some of the cottages had two bedrooms, others only one, in which case it had to be divided by a screen or curtain to accommodate parents and children. Often the big boys of a family slept downstairs, or were put out to sleep in the second bedroom of an elderly couple whose own children were out in the world. Except at holiday times, there were no big girls to provide for, as they were all out in service. Still, it was often a tight fit, for children swarmed, eight, ten, or even more in some families, and although they were seldom all at home together, the eldest often being married before the youngest was born, beds and shakedowns were often so closely packed that the inmates had to climb over one bed to get into another.
But Lark Rise must not be thought of as a slum set down in the country. The inhabitants lived an open-air life; the cottages were kept clean by much scrubbing with soap and water, and doors and windows stood wide open when the weather permitted. When the wind cut across the flat land to the east, or came roaring down from the north, doors and windows had to be closed; but then, as the hamlet people said, they got more than enough fresh air through the keyhole.
There were two epidemics of measles during the decade, and two men had accidents in the harvest field and were taken to hospital; but for years together, the doctor was only seen there when one of the ancients was dying of old age, or some difficult first confinement baffled the skill of the old woman who, as she said, saw the beginning and end of everybody. There was no cripple or mental defective in the hamlet, and, except for a few months when a poor woman was dying of cancer, no invalid. Though food was rough and teeth were neglected, indigestion was unknown, while nervous troubles, there as elsewhere, had yet to be invented. The very word 'nerve' was used in a different sense to the modern one. "My word! An' aven't she got a nerve!" they would say of any one who expected more than was reasonable.
In nearly all the cottages there was but one room downstairs, and many of these were poor and bare, with only a table and a few chairs and stools for furniture and a superannuated potato-sack thrown down by way of hearthrug. Other rooms were bright and cosy, with dressers of crockery, cushioned chairs, pictures on the walls and brightly coloured hand-made rag rugs on the floor. In these there would be pots of geraniums, fuchsias, and old-fashioned sweet-smelling musk on the window-sills. In the older cottages there were grandfathers' clocks, gate-legged tables, and rows of pewter, relics of a time when life was easier for country folk.
The interiors varied, according to the number of mouths to be fed and the thrift and skill of the housewife, or the lack of those qualities; but the income in all was precisely the same, for ten shillings a week was the standard wage of the farm labourer at that time in that district.
Looking at the hamlet from a distance, one house would have been seen, a little apart, and turning its back on its neighbours, as though about to run away into the fields. It was a small grey stone cottage with a thatched roof, a green-painted door and a plum tree trained up the wall to the eaves. This was called the 'end house' and was the home of the stonemason and his family. At the beginning of the decade there were two children: Laura, aged three, and Edmund, a year and a half younger. In some respects these children, while small, were more fortunate than their neighbours. Their father earned a little more money than the labourers. Their mother had been a children's nurse and they were well looked after. They were taught good manners and taken for walks, milk was bought for them, and they were bathed regularly on Saturday nights and, after 'Gentle Jesus' was said, were tucked up in bed with a peppermint or clove ball to suck. They had tidier clothes, too, for their mother had taste and skill with her needle and better-off relations sent them parcels of outgrown clothes. The other children used to tease the little girl about the lace on her drawers and led her such a life that she once took them off and hid them in a haystack.
Their mother at that time used to say that she dreaded the day when they would have to go to school; children got so wild and rude and tore their clothes to shreds going the mile and a half backwards and forwards. But when the time came for them to go she was glad, for, after a break of five years, more babies had begun to arrive, and, by the end of the 'eighties, there were six children at the end house.
As they grew, the two elder children would ask questions of anybody and everybody willing or unwilling to answer them. Who planted the buttercups? Why did God let the wheat get blighted? Who lived in this house before we did, and what were their children's names? What's the sea like? Is it bigger than the Cottisloe Pond? Why can't we go to Heaven in the donkey-cart? Is it farther than Banbury? And so on, taking their bearings in that small corner of the world they had somehow got into.
This asking of questions teased their mother and made them unpopular with the neighbours. "Little children should be seen and not heard", they were told at home. Out of doors it would more often be "Ask no questions and you'll be told no lies." One old woman once handed the little girl a leaf from a pot-plant on her window sill. "What's it called?" was the inevitable question. "'Tis called mind your own business," was the reply, "an' I think I'd better give a slip of it to your mother to plant in a pot for you." But no such reproofs could cure them of the habit, although they soon learned who and who not to question.
In this way they learned the little that was known of the past of the hamlet and of places beyond. They had no need to ask the names of the birds, flowers, and trees they say every day, for they had already learned these unconsciously, and neither could remember a time when they did not know an oak from an ash, wheat from barley, or a Jenny wren from a blue-tit. Of what was going on around them, not much was hidden, for the gossips talked freely before children, evidently considering them not meant to hear as well as not to be heard, and, as every house was open to them and their own home was open to most people, there was not much that escaped their sharp ears.
The first charge on the labourer's ten shillings was house rent. Most of the cottages belonged to small tradesmen in the market town and the weekly rents ranged from one shilling to half a crown. Some labourers in other villages worked on farms or estates where they had their cottages rent free; but the hamlet people did not envy them, for "Stands to reason," they said, "they've allus got to do just what they be told, or out they goes, neck and crop, bag and baggage." A shilling, or even two shillings a week, they felt, was not too much to pay for the freedom to live and vote as they liked and to go to church or chapel or neither as they preferred.
Every house had a good vegetable garden and there were allotments for all; but only three of the thirty cottages had their own water supply. The less fortunate tenants obtained their water from a well on a vacant plot on the outskirts of the hamlet, from which the cottage had disappeared. There was no public well or pump. They just had to get their water where and how they could; the landlords did not undertake to supply water.
Against the wall of every well-kept cottage stood a tarred or green painted water butt to catch and store the rain water from the roof. This saved many journeys to the well with buckets, as it could be used for cleaning and washing clothes and for watering small, precious things in the garden. It was also valued for toilet purposes and women would hoard the last drops for themselves and their children to wash in. Rain water was supposed to be good for the complexion, and, though they had no money to spend upon beautifying themselves, they were not too far gone in poverty to neglect such means as they had to that end.
For drinking water, and for cleaning water, too, when the water butts failed, the women went to the well in all weathers, drawing up the buckets with a windlass and carting them home suspended from their shoulders by a yoke. Those were weary journeys 'round the Rise' for water, and many were the rests and endless was the gossip, as they stood at corners in their big white aprons and crossover shawls.
A few of the younger, more recently married women who had been in good service and had not yet given up the attempt to hold themselves a little aloof would get their husbands to fill the big red store crock with water at night. But this was said by others to be "a sin and a shame", for, after his hard day's work, a man wanted his rest not to do "'ooman's work". Later on in the decade it became the fashion for the men to fetch water at night, and then, of course, it was quite right that they should do so and a woman who "dragged her guts out" fetching more than an occasional load from the well was looked upon as a traitor to her sex.
In dry summers, when the hamlet wells failed, water had to be fetched from a pump at some farm buildings half a mile distant. Those who had wells in their gardens would not give away a spot, as they feared if they did theirs, too, would run dry, so they fastened down the lids with padlocks and disregarded all hints.
The only sanitary arrangement known in the hamlet was housed either in a little beehive-shaped building at the bottom of the garden or in a corner of the wood and toolshed known as 'the hovel'. It was not even an earth closet, but merely a deep pit with a seat set over it, the half-yearly emptying of which caused every door and window in the vicinity to be sealed. Unfortunately, there was no means of sealing the chimneys!
The 'privies' were as good an index as any to the characters of their owners. Some were horrible holes; others were fairly decent, while some, and these not a few, were kept well cleared, with the seat scrubbed to snow-whiteness and the brick floor raddled. One old women even went so far as to nail up a text as a finishing touch, "Thou God seest me" - most embarrassing to a Victorian child who had been taught that no one must even see her approach the door.
In other such places health and sanitary maxims were scarwled with lead pencil or yellow chalk on the whitewashed walls. Most of them embodied sound sense and some were expressed in sound verse, but few were so worded as to be printable. One short and pithy maxim may pass: "Eat well, work well, sleep well, and - well once a day."
I find this fascinating reading. Why do I? Maybe partly because I like rural living. But an account of rural living filled with agricultural detail, while interesting, would not be so rewarding to read. I think it is more that that: it is that a wide diversity of aspects of rural living is portrayed here, and they all weave together into a very believable and captivating picture of everyday life. It brings out the intrinsic interest that everyday life could be.
I thought I'd undertake an aspectual analysis of what she has written. Sentence by sentence, I indicate what seems to me the most important aspect(s) that make the statement meaningful as part of the overall picture. I ask myself "What is the author trying to convey here; what is the most important aspect of that?" Notice how diverse the aspects are, changing from sentence to sentence, which lends a dynamism to the picture being built up. Notice how often a theme like wells and water, for instance, exhibits many aspectual functions within human life.
| The hamlet stood on a gentle rise in the flat, wheat-growing north-east corner of Oxfordshire. | {sp} |
| We will call it Lark Rise because of the great number of skylarks which made the surrounding fields their springboard and nested on the bare earth between the rows of green corn. | {bio} |
| All around, from every quarter, the stiff, clayey soil of the arable fields crept up, bare, brown and windswept for eight months out of the twelve. | {phys} |
| Spring brought a flush of green wheat and there were violets under the hedges and pussy-willows out beside the brook at the bottom of the 'Hundred Acres', | {bio} |
| but only for a few weeks in later summer had the landscape real beauty. | {aes} |
| Then the ripened cornfields rippled up to the doorsteps of the cottages and the hamlet became an island in a sea of dark gold. | {aes-beauty} |
| To a child it seemed that it must always have been so; but the ploughing and sowing and reaping were recent innovations. | {fv} |
| Old men could remember when the Rise, covered with juniper bushes, stood in the midst of a furzy heath - common land which had come under the plough after the passing of the Enclosure Acts. | {jur} |
| Some of the ancients still occupied cottages on land which had been ceded to their fathers as 'squatters' rights', and probably all the small plots upon which the houses stood had originally been so ceded. | {jur} |
| In the eighteen-eighties the hamlet consisted of about thirty cottages and an inn, not built in rows, but dotted down anywhere within a more or less circular group. | {sp} |
| A deeply rutted cart track surrounded the whole, and separate houses or groups of houses were connected by a network of pathways. | {kin} |
| Going from one part of the hamlet to another was called "going round the Rise", | {kin, lg} |
| and the plural of 'house' was not 'houses' but 'housen'. | {lg} |
| The only shop was a small general one kept in the back kitchen of the inn. | {eco} |
| The church and school were in the mother village, a mile and half away. | {soc} |
| A road flattened the circle at one point. | {sp} |
| It had been cut when the heath was enclosed, for convenience in fieldwork | {fv} |
| and to connect the main Oxford road with the mother village and a series of other villages beyond. | {kin} |
| From the hamlet it led on the one hand to church and school, and on the other to the main road, or the turnpike, as it was still called, | {kin, lg} |
| and so to the market town where the Saturday shopping was done. | {eco} |
| It brought little traffic past the hamlet. | {kin} |
| An occasional farm wagon, piled with sacks or square-cut bundles of hay; a farmer on horseback or in his gig; the baker's little old white-tiled van; a string of blanketed hunters with grooms, exercising in the early morning, and a carriage with gentry out paying calls in the afternoon were about the sum of it. | {kin, soc} |
| No motors, no buses, and only one of the old penny-farthing high bicycles at rare intervals. | {fv-tgy} |
| People still rushed to their cottage doors to see one of the latter come past. | {aes-interest} |
| A few of the houses had thatched roofs, whitewashed outer walls and diamond-panes windows, but the majority were just stone or brick boxes with blue-slated roofs. | {fv-construction} |
| The older houses were relics of pre-enclosure days, and were still occupied by descendants of the original squatters, themselves at that time elderly people. | {fv-hst} |
| One old couple owned a donkey and cart, which they used to carry their vegetables, eggs, and honey to the market town and sometimes hired out at sixpence a day to their neighbours. | {jur, eco} |
| One house was occupied by a retired farm bailiff, who was reported to have "well feathered his own nest" during his years of stewardship. | {jur, eco, eth-selfinterest} |
| Another aged man owned and worked upon about an acre of land. | {jur, eco} |
| These, the innkeeper, and one other man, a stonemason who walked the three miles to and from his work in the town every day, were the only ones not employed as agricultural labourers. | {eco-work} |
| Some of the cottages had two bedrooms, others only one, | {fv} |
| in which case it had to be divided by a screen or curtain to accommodate parents and children. | {soc} |
| Often the big boys of a family slept downstairs, or were put out to sleep in the second bedroom of an elderly couple whose own children were out in the world. | {soc} |
| Except at holiday times, there were no big girls to provide for, as they were all out in service. | {soc} |
| Still, it was often a tight fit, for children swarmed, eight, ten, or even more in some families, and although they were seldom all at home together, the eldest often being married before the youngest was born, beds and shakedowns were often so closely packed that the inmates had to climb over one bed to get into another. | {eco-space, soc} |
| But Lark Rise must not be thought of as a slum set down in the country. | {ps} |
| The inhabitants lived an open-air life; the cottages were kept clean by much scrubbing with soap and water, and doors and windows stood wide open when the weather permitted. | {bio} |
| When the wind cut across the flat land to the east, or came roaring down from the north, doors and windows had to be closed; | {psy-feelingcold} |
| but then, as the hamlet people said, they got more than enough fresh air through the keyhole. | {bio, aes-humour} |
| There were two epidemics of measles during the decade, and two men had accidents in the harvest field and were taken to hospital; but for years together, the doctor was only seen there when one of the ancients was dying of old age, or some difficult first confinement baffled the skill of the old woman who, as she said, saw the beginning and end of everybody. | {bio} |
| There was no cripple or mental defective in the hamlet, and, except for a few months when a poor woman was dying of cancer, no invalid. | {bio (psy)} |
| Though food was rough and teeth were neglected, indigestion was unknown, | {bio} |
| while nervous troubles, there as elsewhere, had yet to be invented. | {psy, aaes-humour} |
| The very word 'nerve' was used in a different sense to the modern one. | {lg} |
| "My word! An' aven't she got a nerve!" they would say of any one who expected more than was reasonable. | {lg, jur} |
| In nearly all the cottages there was but one room downstairs, and many of these were poor and bare, with only a table and a few chairs and stools for furniture and a superannuated potato-sack thrown down by way of hearthrug. | {fv-utensils} |
| Other rooms were bright and cosy, with dressers of crockery, cushioned chairs, pictures on the walls and brightly coloured hand-made rag rugs on the floor. | {aes} |
| In these there would be pots of geraniums, fuchsias, and old-fashioned sweet-smelling musk on the window-sills. | {aes} |
| In the older cottages there were grandfathers' clocks, gate-legged tables, and rows of pewter, | {aes, fv-ut} |
| relics of a time when life was easier for country folk. | {fv-hst} |
| The interiors varied, according to the number of mouths to be fed and the thrift and skill of the housewife, or the lack of those qualities; but the income in all was precisely the same, for ten shillings a week was the standard wage of the farm labourer at that time in that district. | {eco} |
| Looking at the hamlet from a distance, one house would have been seen, a little apart, and turning its back on its neighbours, as though about to run away into the fields. | {aanl-identifn} |
| It was a small grey stone cottage with a thatched roof, a green-painted door and a plum tree trained up the wall to the eaves. | {fv} |
| This was called the 'end house' | {lg} |
| and was the home of the stonemason and his family. | {soc} |
| At the beginning of the decade there were two children: Laura, aged three, and Edmund, a year and a half younger. | {fv-hst} |
| In some respects these children, while small, were more fortunate than their neighbours. | {soc} |
| Their father earned a little more money than the labourers. | {soc} |
| Their mother had been a children's nurse and they were well looked after. | {eth} |
| They were taught good manners and taken for walks, milk was bought for them, and they were bathed regularly on Saturday nights and, after 'Gentle Jesus' was said, were tucked up in bed with a peppermint or clove ball to suck. | {eth-love, plus others} |
| They had tidier clothes, too, for their mother had taste and skill with her needle and better-off relations sent them parcels of outgrown clothes. | {aes, soc} |
| The other children used to tease the little girl about the lace on her drawers and led her such a life that she once took them off and hid them in a haystack. | {eth-teasing} |
| Their mother at that time used to say that she dreaded the day when they would have to go to school; | {soc} |
| children got so wild and rude | {soc} |
| and tore their clothes to shreds going the mile and a half backwards and forwards. | {eco} |
| But when the time came for them to go she was glad, for, after a break of five years, more babies had begun to arrive, and, by the end of the 'eighties, there were six children at the end house. | {psy, eco} |
| As they grew, the two elder children would ask questions of anybody and everybody willing or unwilling to answer them. | {lg} |
| Who planted the buttercups? | {bio} |
| Why did God let the wheat get blighted? | {bio} |
| Who lived in this house before we did, and what were their children's names? | {soc} |
| What's the sea like? | {anl} |
| Is it bigger than the Cottisloe Pond? | {sp} |
| Why can't we go to Heaven in the donkey-cart? | {ps} |
| Is it farther than Banbury? | {kin} |
| And so on, taking their bearings in that small corner of the world they had somehow got into. | {soc?} |
| This asking of questions teased their mother and made them unpopular with the neighbours. | {soc} |
| "Little children should be seen and not heard", they were told at home. Out of doors it would more often be "Ask no questions and you'll be told no lies." | {soc} |
| One old woman once handed the little girl a leaf from a pot-plant on her window sill. "What's it called?" was the inevitable question. "'Tis called mind your own business," was the reply, "an' I think I'd better give a slip of it to your mother to plant in a pot for you." | {soc, lg, aes-humour} |
| But no such reproofs could cure them of the habit, although they soon learned who and who not to question. | {soc} |
| In this way they learned the little that was known of the past of the hamlet and of places beyond. | {lg-ed} |
| They had no need to ask the names of the birds, flowers, and trees they say every day, for they had already learned these unconsciously, and neither could remember a time when they did not know an oak from an ash, wheat from barley, or a Jenny wren from a blue-tit. | {lg, anl} |
| Of what was going on around them, not much was hidden, for the gossips talked freely before children, evidently considering them not meant to hear as well as not to be heard, | {lg} |
| and, as every house was open to them and their own home was open to most people, there was not much that escaped their sharp ears. | {lg, soc} |
| The first charge on the labourer's ten shillings was house rent. | {eco} |
| Most of the cottages belonged to small tradesmen in the market town and the weekly rents ranged from one shilling to half a crown. | {jur} |
| Some labourers in other villages worked on farms or estates where they had their cottages rent free; but the hamlet people did not envy them, for "Stands to reason," they said, "they've allus got to do just what they be told, or out they goes, neck and crop, bag and baggage." | {jur, ps} |
| A shilling, or even two shillings a week, they felt, was not too much to pay for the freedom to live and vote as they liked and to go to church or chapel or neither as they preferred. | {ps} |
| Every house had a good vegetable garden and there were allotments for all; but only three of the thirty cottages had their own water supply. | {bio} |
| The less fortunate tenants obtained their water from a well on a vacant plot on the outskirts of the hamlet, from which the cottage had disappeared. | {soc, bio} |
| There was no public well or pump. | {soc/jur} |
| They just had to get their water where and how they could; | {fv} |
| the landlords did not undertake to supply water. | {jur} |
| Against the wall of every well-kept cottage stood a tarred or green painted water butt to catch and store the rain water from the roof. | {phys} |
| This saved many journeys to the well with buckets, as it could be used for cleaning and washing clothes and for watering small, precious things in the garden. | {eco} |
| It was also valued for toilet purposes and women would hoard the last drops for themselves and their children to wash in. | {eco} |
| Rain water was supposed to be good for the complexion, and, though they had no money to spend upon beautifying themselves, they were not too far gone in poverty to neglect such means as they had to that end. | {aes} |
| For drinking water, and for cleaning water, too, when the water butts failed, the women went to the well in all weathers, drawing up the buckets with a windlass and carting them home suspended from their shoulders by a yoke. | {fv} |
| Those were weary journeys 'round the Rise' for water, and many were the rests | {psy} |
| and endless was the gossip, as they stood at corners in their big white aprons and crossover shawls. | {soc} |
| A few of the younger, more recently married women who had been in good service and had not yet given up the attempt to hold themselves a little aloof would get their husbands to fill the big red store crock with water at night. | {soc-aloof/role} |
| But this was said by others to be "a sin and a shame", for, after his hard day's work, a man wanted his rest not to do "'ooman's work". | {soc, jur, ps} |
| Later on in the decade it became the fashion for the men to fetch water at night, | {soc} |
| and then, of course, it was quite right that they should do so and a woman who "dragged her guts out" fetching more than an occasional load from the well was looked upon as a traitor to her sex. | {ps, a-aes} |
| In dry summers, when the hamlet wells failed, water had to be fetched from a pump at some farm buildings half a mile distant. | {phys, psy} |
| Those who had wells in their gardens would not give away a spot, as they feared if they did theirs, too, would run dry, so they fastened down the lids with padlocks and disregarded all hints. | {eth-selfishness} |
| The only sanitary arrangement known in the hamlet was housed either in a little beehive-shaped building at the bottom of the garden or in a corner of the wood and toolshed known as 'the hovel'. | {bio} |
| It was not even an earth closet, but merely a deep pit with a seat set over it, the half-yearly emptying of which caused every door and window in the vicinity to be sealed. | {psy} |
| Unfortunately, there was no means of sealing the chimneys! | {a-aes} |
| The 'privies' were as good an index as any to the characters of their owners. | {soc} |
| Some were horrible holes; others were fairly decent, while some, and these not a few, were kept well cleared, with the seat scrubbed to snow-whiteness and the brick floor raddled. | {aes} |
| One old women even went so far as to nail up a text as a finishing touch, "Thou God seest me" - most embarrassing to a Victorian child who had been taught that no one must even see her approach the door. | {aes-humour} |
| In other such places health and sanitary maxims were scarwled with lead pencil or yellow chalk on the whitewashed walls. | {lg} |
| Most of them embodied sound sense and some were expressed in sound verse, but few were so worded as to be printable. | {lg, aes-style} |
| One short and pithy maxim may pass: "Eat well, work well, sleep well, and - well once a day." | {aes-humour} |
Here are the counts of occurrences above.
| Aspect | Occurrence | |
|---|---|---|
| Quantitative | 0 | |
| Spatial | 4 | oooo |
| Kinematic | 7 | ooooooo |
| Physical | 3 | ooo |
| Biotic | 12 | oooooooooooo |
| Psychic | 6 | oooooo |
| Analytic | 3 | ooo |
| Formative | 13 | ooooooooooooo |
| Lingual | 14 | oooooooooooooo |
| Social | 26 | oooooooooooooooooooooooooo |
| Economic | 13 | ooooooooooooo |
| Aesthetic | 16 | oooooooooooooooo |
| Juridical | 10 | oooooooooo |
| Ethical | 5 | ooooo |
| Pistic | 6 | oooooo |
Everyday life exhibits all aspects. A lot of writing focuses on a limited range of aspects, ignoring others. But 'Lark Rise' exhibits every aspect (except the quantitative). This suggests that Lark Rise is a reasonably good, rich expression of everyday experience. This is indeed what our intuition feels. Aspectual analysis is a way of revealing this intuition systematically.
That every aspect is represented, and is scattered throughout could explain why the text retains our interest. This is a remarkable achievement because, as href= "http://www.abxn.org/weil.html">Simone Weil pointed out, in fiction or other imaginative writing, evil comes across as interesting and good as boring, while in real life it is the other way round. This is imaginative writing, but it is interesting despite containing little evil. Maybe the secret of achieving celebration of good in imaginative writing is to ensure that (nearly) all the aspects are present and liberally scattered around?
Some aspects occur much more frequently than others. This could just be because we looked at a relatively short extract. But it could also indicate either the balance of life in the hamlet, or the writer's own biases. However, it might be what would be expected in such writing: since it is about a community, one might expect the social aspect to be mentioned most, with the ones near it being also mentioned a lot.
Written on the Amiga and Protext.
Compiled by (c) 2006 Andrew Basden. But you may use this material subject to conditions.
Created: 3 November 2008. Last updated: 18 December 2008 Clouser cmt and better on Weil. 30 December 2008 slight rearrangment of argument around excerpt.