2005B FRQ #2
Post date: Jan 24, 2014 8:39:16 PM
(Suggested time— 40 minutes. This question counts as one-third of the total essay section score.)
Read the passage below and write an essay discussing how the characterization in the passage reflects the narrator’s attitude toward McTeague. In your essay, consider such elements as diction, tone, detail, and syntax.
Then one day at San Francisco had come the news
of his mother’s death; she had left him some money—
not much, but enough to set him up in business; so he
had cut loose from the charlatan and had opened his
5 “Dental Parlors” on Polk Street, an “accommodation
street” of small shops in the residence quarter of the
town. Here he had slowly collected a clientele of
butcher boys, shop girls, drug clerks, and car
conductors. He made but few acquaintances. Polk
10 Street called him the “Doctor” and spoke of his
enormous strength. For McTeague was a young giant,
carrying his huge shock of blond hair six feet three
inches from the ground; moving his immense limbs,
heavy with ropes of muscle, slowly, ponderously. His
15 hands were enormous, red, and covered with a fell of
stiff yellow hair; they were hard as wooden mallets,
strong as vises, the hands of the old-time car-boy.
Often he dispensed with forceps and extracted a
refractory tooth with his thumb and finger. His head
20 was square-cut, angular; the jaw salient, like that of
the carnivora.
McTeague’s mind was as his body, heavy, slow to
act, sluggish. Yet there was nothing vicious about the
man. Altogether he suggested the draught horse,
25 immensely strong, stupid, docile, obedient.
When he opened his “Dental Parlors,” he felt that
his life was a success, that he could hope for nothing
better. In spite of the name, there was but one room.
It was a corner room on the second floor over the
30 branch post-office, and faced the street. McTeague
made it do for a bedroom as well, sleeping on the big
bed-lounge against the wall opposite the window.
There was a washstand behind the screen in the corner
where he manufactured his moulds. In the round bay
35 window were his operating chair, his dental engine,
and the movable rack on which he laid out his instru-
ments. Three chairs, a bargain at the second-hand
store, ranged themselves against the wall with
military precision underneath a steel engraving of the
40 court of Lorenzo de’ Medici, which he had bought
because there were a great many figures in it for the
money. Over the bed-lounge hung a rifle manu-
facturer’s advertisement calendar which he never
used. The other ornaments were a small marble-
45 topped centre table covered with back numbers of
“The American System of Dentistry,” a stone pug dog
sitting before the little stove, and a thermometer. A
stand of shelves occupied one corner, filled with the
seven volumes of “Allen’s Practical Dentist.” On the
50 top shelf McTeague kept his concertina and a bag of
bird seed for the canary. The whole place exhaled a
mingled odor of bedding, creosote, and ether.
But for one thing, McTeague would have been
perfectly contented. Just outside his window was his
55 signboard—a modest affair—that read: “Doctor
McTeague. Dental Parlors. Gas Given”; but that was
all. It was his ambition, his dream, to have projecting
from that corner window a huge gilded tooth, a molar
with enormous prongs, something gorgeous and
60 attractive. He would have it some day, on that he was
resolved; but as yet such a thing was far beyond his
means.