Tone and Style 10
Tone Analysis: from
A Separate Peace
, John Knowles
I started the long trudge across the fields and had gone some distance before I paid any
attention to the soft and muddy ground, which was dooming my city shoes. I didn’t stop. Near
the center of the fields, there were thin lakes of muddy water which I had to make my way
around, my unrecognizable shoes making obscene noises as I lifted them out of the mire. With
nothing to block it, the wind flung wet gusts at me; at any other time, I would have felt like a
fool slogging through mud and rain, only to look at a tree.
A little fog hung over the river so that as I neared it I felt myself becoming isolated from
everything except the river and the few trees beside it. The wind was blowing more steadily here,
and I was beginning to feel cold. I never wore a hat and had forgotten gloves. There were several
trees bleakly reaching into the fog. Any one of them might have been the one I was looking for.