Narrative as Communication

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The Structure and Formation of Narrative Meaning
33
Literariness in Communication
71
A Manmade Universe? or The Question of Fictionality
97
Polyreference and Comparatio
105
Genres of Fictionality
114
Three Brief Examples
120
Final Remarks
130
Whos Who and Who Does What in the Tale Told
134
Knowing Telling and Showing It or Not
164
Points of View and Information
177
Enunciation and Information in a Fairy Tale
183
on Narrative Syntax
206
A Dissident Approach to Logic
239
Narrative within Genres and Media
252
What Tales Tell Us to Do and Think and How Narrative
297
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˹éÒ 76 - The poetic function projects the principle of equivalence from the axis of selection into the axis of combination.
˹éÒ ii - Volume 60. Kristin Ross The Emergence of Social Space: Rimbaud and the Paris Commune Volume 59.
˹éÒ 126 - By this contrivance, the machinery of my •work is of a species by itself; two contrary motions are introduced into it, and reconciled, which were thought to be at variance with each other. In a word, my work is digressive, and it is progressive too — and at the same time.
˹éÒ 127 - Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine;— they are the life, the soul of reading;— take them out of this book for instance,— you might as well take the book along with them...
˹éÒ 119 - ... that would soon be hers. And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang! Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of gravity and the laws of motion as well.
˹éÒ 68 - It had occurred to her early that in her position— that of a young person spending, in framed and wired confinement, the life of a guinea-pig or a magpie— she should know a great many persons without their recognising the acquaintance. That made it an emotion the more lively— though singularly rare and always, even then, with opportunity still very much smothered— to see any one come in whom she knew outside, as she called it, any one who could add anything to the meanness of her function.
˹éÒ 152 - I was born in 1927, the only child of middle-class parents, both English, and themselves born in the grotesquely elongated shadow, which they never rose sufficiently above history to leave, of that monstrous dwarf Queen Victoria. I was sent to a public school, I wasted two years doing my national service, I went to Oxford; and there I began to discover I was not the person I wanted to be.
˹éÒ 248 - L — d ! said my mother, what is all this story about ? — A Cock and a Bull, said Yorick — And one of the best of its kind, I ever heard.
˹éÒ 146 - MOOSE by Richard Brautigan. The author was tall and blond and had a long yellow mustache that gave him an anachronistic appearance. He looked as if he would be more at home in another era. This was the third or fourth book he had brought to the library. Every time he brought in a new book he looked a little older, a little more tired. He looked quite young when he brought in his first book. I can't remember the title of it, but it seems to me the book had something to do with America. "What's this...

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