(from "luck" by mark twain, 1891)
i was at a dinner in london given in honor of one of the most celebrated english military men of his time. i do not want to tell you his real name and titles. i will just call him!
arthur scoresby
i can not describe my excitement when i saw this great and famous man. there he sat. the man himself, in person, all covered with medals. i could not take my eyes off hir
the true mark of greatness. his fame had no effect on him.
the hundreds of eyes watching him, the worship of so many people did not seem to make any difference to him
next to me sat a clergyman, who was an old friend of mine. he was not always a clergyman. during the first half of his life, he was a teacher in the military school at woolwk
strange look in his eye as he leaned toward me and whispered, "privately-he is a complete fool." he meant, of course, the hero of our dinner
this came as a shock to me. i looked hard at my frientasi could not have been more surprised if he had said the same thing about napoleon, or socrates, or solomon
but i was sure of two things about the clergyman. he always spoke the truth. and his judgment of men was good. therefore, i wanted to find out more about our hero as soo
the organizational pattern in the first paragraph is
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ochronological
oorder of importance
compare/contrast