“While the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate of Miss Pinkerton’s academy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall, a large family coach, with two fat horses in blazing harness, driven by a fat coachman in a three-cornered hat and wig, at the rate of four miles an hour.”
First sentence of William Makepeace Thackeray’s Vanity Fair.
Yes. It is Drudgework Monday and yes, I do have homemaking tasks to accomplish. But I wanted to get this out there for SueK who wondered if I had ever tried diagramming one of De Quincey’s or Thackeray’s sentences. I thought this one was a good place to start!
There drove a coach.
That seems to be the guts of it, right?
Let’s go see if there’s anything resembling sentence diagramming software.
That’s encouraging. But I don’t want something that does it for us. Ehh.
How about this– we’ll do it the
crappy old fashioned way with a pencil (pen if you dare!) and a piece of paper. Take a picture. Email it to me at– and I’m getting really cryptic here– booksbygone at GEE EMM EXX with appropriate punctuation and ending– and I’ll post ’em.
Miss M’s in on it. We’ll see if Daughter C & The J-Man, and Kat & Tony will chime in.