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  • Uddannelse: HHX
  • Karakter: 12 tal
  • Ord: 4152

Opgavebeskrivelse
Reading Check
a. What are Billy’s first impressions when he peers through the window of the boardinghouse?
b. Why does Billy enter the boardinghouse, even though he likes staying in pubs?
c. Describe the landlady’s house. What in the house is not what it appears to be?
d. Billy keeps thinking he knows something about Mulholland and Temple. What is it that he knows but can’t recall?

Indholdsfortegnelse
Reading Check
The Landlady
- Making Meanings The Landlady
- First Thoughts
- Shaping Interpretations
- Connecting with the Text
- Extending the Text
- The Listeners

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Uddrag
And now a queer thing happened to him. He was in the act of stepping back and turning away from the window when all at once his eye was caught and held in the most peculiar manner by the small notice that was there.

BED AND BREAKFAST, it said. BED AND BREAKFAST, BED AND BREAKFAST, BED AND BREAKFAST. Each word was like a large black eye staring at him through the glass, holding him, compelling him, forcing him to stay where he was and not to walk away from that house, and the next thing he knew, he was actually moving across from the window to the front door of the house, climbing the steps that led up to it, and reaching for the bell.

He pressed the bell. Far away in a back room he heard it ringing, and then at once —it must have been at once because he hadn’t even had time to take his finger from the bell button—the door swung open and a woman was standing there.

Normally you ring the bell and you have at least a half-minute’s wait before the door opens. But this dame was like a jack-in-the-box. He pressed the bell—and out she popped! It made him jump.

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Now, the fact that his landlady appeared to be slightly off her rocker didn’t worry Billy in the least. After all, she not only was harmless—there was no question about that—but she was also quite obviously a kind and generous soul. He guessed that she had probably lost a son in the war, or something like that, and had never gotten over it.

So a few minutes later, after unpacking his suitcase and washing his hands, he trotted downstairs to the ground floor and entered the living room.

His landlady wasn’t there, but the fire was glowing in the hearth, and the little dachshund was still sleeping soundly in front of it. The room was wonderfully warm and cozy. I’m a lucky fellow, he thought, rubbing his hands. This is a bit of all right.