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- 8:01 AM- "Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o' clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels."
- Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o' clock
- 10:00 AM- "The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles."
- 10:15 AM- "The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places... The five spots of paint-the man, the women, the children, the ball-remained. The rest was a thin charcoaled layer."
- The time of the hour is rung around the house and through the halls, yet nobody is moving throughout the house, not a single person. The clock still announces the hour and where everybody should be heading off to, it still operates even though it seems to be abandoned, it operates a though it's alive.
- 4:30 PM- "Four-thirty. Animals took shape: yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers leaping about in crystal substances. The nursery floor was woven to resemble a crisp, cereal meadow. This was the children's hour."
- The house still stands even though it is in a rumble of city, and it still operates despite the destruction of other houses around it. This house still stands, the rest of the city must have been destroyed by a bomb of some sort, but this house was not destroyed all the way. This house must have been hit by a smaller bomb that didn't have as much damage as the other bombs did on the rest of the city.
- 9:05 PM- "Nine-five. Since you express of no preference, I shall select a poem at random. Sarah Teasdale. As I recall, your favorite... Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And no one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done."
- Nine-five, which poem Mrs. McClellan?
- The people who had lived here before they died left their silhouette on the house. The man was mowing, a woman picking flowers, a boy throwing a ball to a girl. These were imprinted onto the house, leaving black silhouettes on the house from a bomb that killed them, or left them badly hurt. The bomb left the black marks upon the house of what the residents were doing last before they perished.
- 10:00 PM- "At ten o' clock the house began to die. 'Fire, fire, fire!' The house tried to save itself . The house shuddered, oak bone on bone, its bared skeleton cringing from the heat, its wire, its nerves revealed as if a surgeon had torn the skin off to let the red veins and capillaries quiver in the scalded air."
- The nursery comes to life full of animals that move and act on their own accord on the walls, even without the children their during their hour, the animals still come to life. The nursery is as if it is a whole other world. Everything seems natural and wild, the walls full of animals and the floor looks like a wild field of plants. Even though this is another part of the house's technology, it acts and seems as though it is truly an outside world of nature.
- Since the Mrs. McClellan cannot pick her own poem, the house picks her most favorite. The house seems to still take the preference of the people who used to live their in it's own mind and system to try and please them even though they are no longer there. The house reads a poem about a time will war will take humanity, and how nature will not be affected, but be unaware and uncaring of the loss of humanity to war between each other.
- The house it quickly burning due to a fallen tree through the window, but the house reacts to the fire as though it were actually feeling the effects of the fire. It describes the feeling of it burning away at its skin, the wood, like the feeling of surgery. The house overall feels the effect of the fire, and is dying as though the fire is slowly killing the house, and the process of it dying is described until the final effects take place and the house is no longer but a damaged rumble of what it used to be.
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