The+Compound+-+Chapter+8

  Chapter 8  Allusions and other References All Excerpts From: S. A. Bodeen. “The Compound.”    GPS “There’s no chance they could ever find it again without the __GPS__ coordinates. I made certain they didn’t have those.”

 anti anxiety meds  “Mainly the probability of a nuclear attack.” “But you told Mom?” <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;"> He nodded. “She had to be medicated.And she can’t be on antianxiety meds when she’s pregnant. Her first bout of anxiety down here and she’d be running for the door, condemning us all.

<span style="color: #e4be28; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 45px;">radiation sickness <span style="color: #e4be28; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">[|*] <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;">“ the grim reality of radiation sickness; vile beyond belief, endless puke an diarrhea until you die. Oppenheimer’s cholera.”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #e4be28; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 55px; text-align: center;">Vocabulary and Concepts <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: right;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: center;">[|landmarks] <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: center;">[|cholera]  <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: center;">[|pounded]  <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: right;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: center;">[|dumbstruck]  <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: right;">

<span style="background-color: #000000; color: #e4be28; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 55px; text-align: center;">Literary Devices <span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> “There’s a time lock, set to open fifteen years from the date we entered.” I already knew that much. Why was he so damned __//stingy with the details//__? ”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">The smugness //__creeped me out__//. Just my opinion, but people in shelters after nuclear wars //__have no business__// being smug.

<span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">“Dad removed his reading glasses. ..“Eli, there’s something you don’t know.” __You think?__ I remained silent.”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> “I got a wireless Internet signal.” ....Even though I knew he’d been keeping stuff from us, that //__revelation threw me__//.... My //__words were full of disbelief__//. With a __//subtle trace of accusation//__.”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">“...a while ago, I got a wireless Internet signal." My mouth gaped. Dad smiled, nodding. “I know, I know, it __//felt like a miracle//__. I didn’t want to say anything.”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">“I’m thinking a government somewhere, maybe ours, spread wireless Internet //__like a blanket__//, so survivors could be in contact with one another. Remember that place we went to in Colorado, on our skiing vacation?” I nodded. “Yeah. They had free wireless all over town.”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">“Dad, it’s been years.” I knew I was on the losing side of the //__debate__// due to the grim reality of radiation sickness; vile beyond belief, endless puke and diarrhea until you die. //__Oppenheimer’s cholera__//.”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 35px;">“I could see Dad’s having ties to the government, but the stuff about Mom __//was bull//__. I //__didn’t buy it__// at all. ”