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Third person limited omniscient, with a high degree of intimacy with Walter's inner thoughts.
A word Conjured by prejudice white Americans.. Once used to describe American whites ONLY. But since PREJUDICSM is shunned& not acceptable in today's society it now refers to any race born in America..but still holds the image of AMERICAN WHITES by the mediaUm, no. Not even close. An "All American" refers to someone who is talented in their field, most commonly sports though the term has come to include entertainment and other things as well. It's presdigious to be considered "all-American", as a list of the most talented non-pro people are chosen to make up teams.
Try: http://222.92.21.147/sudaceo/old/04/09/ceo_04091016.htmIf that doesn't work, try googling: James thurber "University days"Try the second link from the top on page 10. Of course, if Google shifts, adds, or changes the order of its hits, that pathway probably won't work anymore.I'll try posting it below (from the aforementioned site).====== James Thurber I passed all the other courses that I took at my University, but I could never pass botany. This was because all botany students had to spend several hours a week in a laboratory looking through a microscope at plant cells, and I could never see through a microscope. I never once saw a cell through a microscope. This used to enrage my instructor. He would wander around the laboratory pleased with the progress all the students were making in drawing the involved and, so I am told, interesting structure of flower sells, until he came to me. I would be just standing there. "I can't see anything," I would say. He would begin patiently enough, explaining how anybody can see through a microscope, but he would always end up in a fury; claiming that I could too see through a microscope but just pretended I couldn't. "It takes away from the beauty of flowers anyway," I used to tell him. "We are not concerned with beauty in this course," he would say, "We are concerned solely with what I may call the mechanics of flars." "Well," I would say, "I can't see anything." "Try it just once again," he'd say, and I would put my eye to the microscope and see nothing at all, except now and again a nebulous milky substance----a phenomenon of maladjustment. You were supposed to see vivid, restless clockwork of sharply defined plant cells. "I see what looks like a lot of milk." I would tell him. This, he claimed, was the result of my not having adjusted the microscope properly, so he would readjust it for me, or rather, for himself. And I would look again and see milk. I finally took a deferred pass, as they called it, and waited a year and tried again. (You had to pass one of the biological sciences or you couldn't graduate.) The professor had come back from vacation brown as a berry, bright-eyed, and eager to explain cell-structure again to his classes. "Well," he said to me, cheerily, when we met in the first laboratory hour the semester, "We're going to see cells this time, aren't we?" "Yes, sir." I said. Students to the right of me and left of me and in front of me were seeing cells; what's more, they were drawing pictures of them in their notebooks. Of course, I didn't see anything. "We'll try it," the professor said to me, grimly, "with every adjustment of the microscope known to man. As god is my witness, I'll arrange this glass so that you see cells through it or I'll give up teaching. In twenty-two years of botany, I----" he cut off abruptly for he was beginning to quiver all over, like Lionel Barrymore, and he genuinely wished to hold onto his temper; his scenes with me had taken a great deal out of him. So we tried it with every adjustment of the microscope known to man. With only one of them did I see anything but blackness or the familiar lacteal opacity, and that time I saw, to my pleasure and amusement, a variegated constellation of flecks, specks and dots. These I hastily drew. The instructor, noting my activity, came from an adjoining desk, a smile on his lips, eyebrows high in hope. He looked at my cell drawing. "What's that?" he demanded, with a hint of squeal in his voice. "That's what I saw." I said. "You didn't. You didn't. You didn't!" he screamed, losing control of his temper instantly, and he bent over and squinted into the microscope. His head snapped up. "That's your eye!" he shouted. "You've fixed the lens so that it reflects! You've drawn your own eye!"
Thurber and Emerson refers to James Thurber and Ralph Waldo Emerson, two American essayists. Thurber was born in Ohio, and Emerson was born in Massachusetts.
Thurber Prize for American Humor was created in 1997.
I saw another answer for this same question... The answer was: Yes. I don't know if it is right or wrong.
Kent Thurber's birth name is J. Kent Thurber.
Rawson Marshall Thurber's birth name is Marshall Rawson Thurber.
Delos Thurber was born in 1916.
Delos Thurber died in 1987.
Jeannette Thurber was born in 1850.
Jeannette Thurber died in 1946.
Thurber House was created in 1873.
Alexandre Thurber was born in 1871.
Alexandre Thurber died in 1958.