Analysis of UNDER THE CROWD
Babits and Arany stood guard over his prestigious desk like two living, otherworldly princes. The two prophet-heralds on the tired, weathered mountain of culture, the serious-minded Babits, cherishing his humanism of humanity, as Rippl-Rónai understood and saw him, and the already autumn-eyed Arany, sitting on his favourite Margaret Island: Incongruously, bearded
Waiting and receiving the hasty decrees of his age, like the ever modest! - To my nervous musings - well, what more can I say? - suddenly the starry-eyed and proud-faced eminence of the literary history theatre enthusiast, pulls his bushman-brows together before me, pointing his finger in his face
"Well, that's a four you've said so far! Do you want to go on?" I said, "Go ahead and ask!" - And now the bell-ringing bell-end smiles and laughs, and continues to testify like the examining magistrate of his case. - But he is so
"How can I choose the most ideal among so many immortal, translucent lines? "Just tell me what comes to your mind!" - And suddenly I don't realize it myself, but I'm already telling a story: according to the law of the strophes, a thousand strange and strange things! And the old eminence is already
Under his invisible moustache smiles proudly, "They do your reading! Look at your index out there!" - And then you are quickly dismissed from the Pantheon of knowledge! - It so happened that I got the A mark that day, - and though the doubting humility was gnawing at me, as one who is guilty and has made a mistake - I was still in the grip of it! So, with the happy shame of knowing I had not deliberately failed myself that day, I could still know myself a success!
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Metre | 101111010101111010101001101010101010110010010110011001010011110101100010101110111100100100010 100010010011111010101110101111111000101011100101001001000101110101001110110011 110111111111111110101010110111010010110100100101111111 11110101011100100101111111110100111011110101001001010110101010110011001010 10101001110111101111011011110011010110111011100111010100100110111111100110011110011111010111011101000111111111001 |
Characters | 1,671 |
Words | 302 |
Sentences | 15 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 5 |
Letters per line (avg) | 260 |
Words per line (avg) | 58 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 260 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 58 |
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