Question

Match each mode of narration to the excerpt in which it is used.
A. First person
B. Second person
C.Third-person omniscient
D.Third-person limited

Answer 1

Passage 1

My baptismal name is Egaeus; that of my family i will not mention. Yet there are no towers in the land more time honored than my gloomy gray hereditary halls.

(from "Berenice" by Edgar Allan Poe)


Passage 2

The third gentleman now stepped forth. A mighty man at cutting and drying, he was; a government officer; in his way(and in most other people's too), a professed pugilist; always in training, always with a system to force down the general throat like a bolus, always to be heard of at the bar of his little Public-office, ready to figt all England. To continue in fistic phraseology, he had a genius for coming up to the scratch, wherever and whatever it was, and proving himself an ugly customer,. he would go in and damage any subject whatever with his right, follow up with his left, stop , exchange, counter, bore hisopponent(he always fought all England) to the ropes, and fall upon him neatly. He was certain to knock the wind out of common sense, and render that unlucky adversary deaf to the call of time. And he had it in charge from high authority to bring about the great public-office Millennium, when Commissioners should reign upon earth.

(from Hard Times by Charles wingspanens)


Passage 3 Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense", he thought, but that was something he wasunable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn;t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floudering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.
(from The metamorphosis by Franz Kafka)


Passage 4

With an involuntary start you seize hold on consciousness, and prove yourself but half awake by running a doubtful parallel between human life and the hour which has now elapsed. In both you emerge from mystery, pass through a vicissitude that you can but imperfectly control, and are borne onward to another mystery. Now comes the peal of the distant clock with fainter and fainter strokes as you plunge farther into the wilderness of sleep.

(from "The Haunted Mind" by Nathaniel Hawthorne)