Exercise 1. Say to what group the following euphemisms belong (political, social, moral, medical, etc.).
Visual harassment (staring).
Verbal abuse (criticism).
Tree-density reduction (chopping down every tree in sight).
Isolated reflection interval (timeout).
Mandatory discontinued attendance (suspension).
Duty-not-paid importing (smuggling).
Cosmetically saturated (wearing too much make-up).
Fragrance abuse (wearing too much perfume).
Robust peacekeeping (killing troublesome locals).
Cultural genocide (correcting a pupil's non-standard English).
Targeting process error (looks like we killed a lot of civilians).
Intercommunal coexistence (getting along).
Tactical pricing (panicky price cuts).
Persistency specialist (bill collector).
She takes a deep interest in her husband's activities (She has her husband under her thumb).
To depart; to go to a better place; to meet one's maker; to pass away: to check out; to call it a day; to hand in the dinner plate (to die).
рге-used (second-hand).
Loaded, juiced; well-oiled (drunk)
To be anticipating, to be expecting; (o be in the family way (pregnant).
Public convenience; WC; washroom; loo: (lavatory).
Senior: mature (old, aged).
With special needs (disabled).
Hair-disadvantaged (bold).
Larger than average; person of size (fat).
Motivationallуdeficient (lazy).
Cosmetically different (ugly).
Altitudinally challenged (short).
Significant other; best half (spouse).
Exercise 2. Point out cases of simile, hyperbole and periphrasis in the following examples.
What's wrong with romantic literature? My wife reads the stuff in bucketfuls. Never did her any harm.
He stared at the girl the way a tortured bull stares at a matador the momentbefore the Estocada.
His face remained as immobile as stone.
Naturally, I jumped out of the tub and ran out into the living room in mybirthday suit.
The big smile he switched off like a light bulb as though there'd been amega powercut.
Judd stood in front of the elevator, a wave of darkness lapping at himlike a physical force.
Their attempt has been one thousand per cent successful.
Her sister had a tongue a yard long (= 0.91 m).
After such long exposure to the direct sun, the leaves of the house plantslooked like pieces of overcooked bacon.
I said - through a mouthful of under-done steak. Under-done? The other end could still have been chewing grass.
... his mouth was opening and shutting, as if he were an indignant fish.
He sat gnome-like by the fireplace in a brown room of chairs in stampedSpanish leather.
She was wearing a mini so short you could see her tonsils.
That Poppy is as smart as they come, as sneaky as a snake, and as wily as a she-fox.
Her loose hair swung forward and enclosed her face like a pair of golden doors.
He could sell ice to an Eskimo.
Her face was bright as snow in the moonlight.
He had a face that looked as though it had worn out four bodies.
He was a very small man, not more than five foot three and would hardly weigh as much as a butcher's thumb.
When he couldn't find anything new to tell, he rummaged like an endearing dog until he dug up some old joke-bone that he could lay at her feet to see what she thought of it.
Summarizing Exercise. Define stylistic devices in the following sentences.
I don't say you look terribly marvellous, my dear ...
Then he stepped forward with a large polite smile on his face, displaying at least a hundred teeth. "Not Mr. Turgis? Surely it can't be Mr. Turgis?"
The moon slid blind a black patch of cloud and the valley was flooded indarkness.
I don't pretend to be one of these born City men, the real old sharks -that's not my style at all, Smith ....
I had a terrible feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys andexquisite sorrows.
He moved and the bed immediately gave a groan. (Everything in the room creaked and groaned and constantly complained.)
When he had said ... "Good luck!" ... and had received the ghost of a smile.
If you delight in movement and change, the appeal of a large railway station is irresistible; you are still in the dark cocoon of the city, but one end is splintering already and you see the blue beyond.
The chap Golspie was obviously one of these here-to-day-and-gone-tomorrow fellows.
When Turgis returned again to the earth's surface, he plunged at once into the noise and litter of High Street.
He turned upon the activities of the office a dull and knowing eye, an eyelike a wet morning in February just as damp and gray and hopeless, and atonce these activities seemed to dwindle, to shrink from it.
"You can be detective without being a bobby first," replied Stanley scornfully.
On this particular morning in autumn, Mrs. Cross was rather later than usual. That did not matter very much because it was not one of the floor-washing mornings, but just one of the ordinary dust-round-and-sweep-up-a-bit mornings.
"Well, 1 don't know, if it comes to that, Mr, Clever," she retorted good-humouredly.
Then there appeared in front of the piano a smallish plump man with an enormous bald head and a yellow fat face, who stood there, smiling vaguely at them, while they applauded, like another fat alien Humpty-Dumpty.
This treacherous Saturday, however, was still capable of giving him another shock, from an unexpected quarter.
The Tower Bridge cleared itself of midgets and toy vehicles and raised its two arms.
She still had a great quantity of untidy brown hair, a bright blue eye, rosycheeks and a ripe moist lip.
"I can't bear those private secretary jobs. Yours is one of them, isn't it?" "Yes,"with another sigh. "And pretty ghastly."
Then, if you were not going out, you had to choose between your little box of a bedroom, the lounge ... or the silent and inhuman drawing-room.
You couldn't be soused on two glasses of this stuff, and you'll be as sober as a judge by the time you get back to Angel Pavement.
And Mrs. Smeeth, as deft as a juggler, swept herself and half a dozen plates and a few dishes out of the room.
The first few evenings he had spent like that he had enjoyed; there was to him something enchantingly mysterious and romantic in the winter-evening gloom of this Maida Vale.
Turgis stared at the door, drew a long breath, and then wandered down thestairs and through the hall below like a man drifting drunkenly out of some Arabian Night.
He sat there in a dream ecstasy of devotion, in which remembered kisses glittered like stars,
There were several brigades of Santa Clauses, tons and tons of imitation holly, and enough cotton-wool piled in the windows and dabbed on the glass to keep the hospitals supplied for the next ten years.
Behind the counter was a plump young woman with bright ginger hair, and if Cleopatra herself in full regalia had been standing there, Mr. Smeeth could not have stared at her in greater astonishment.
Influenza raged. Theatres were full of coughs.
I rolled my window down and heard ten billion bugs saying it was a nice warm day.
She is now feeling like marrying a young guy by the name of Johnny Relf who also has plenty of dough or will have when his parents kindly passaway.
Fatso is so hungry that his stomach is wondering if his throat is on a vacation.
On the corner a girl selling the Catholic Worker gave a cigarette to Socialism What It Means.
It was an ugly-attractive face which has adjusted itself to a habitual expression of mild irony.
A notice at the entrance to a local park reads: "No Loose Dogs". Recently someone added underneath: "Dogs with Good Manners Permitted".
Harriet toasted her face and the bread.
He used to be a little dear, now he's a little expensive.
A man usually feels better after a few winks, especially if she winks back.
Success is relative. The more success, the more relatives.
Geneva, mother of the Red Cross, hostess of humanitarian congresses for the civilising of warfare.
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