Works Of Chaucer Novels & Stories

As he studied it closely, his voice gradually shook with excitement. “Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote…” he murmured, his tone growing more astonished with each word. The onlookers stared blankly at one another. Some seasoned collectors recognized this as the famous Pilgrim's Journey of Windmere. Edmund gasped, filled with awe. “My goodness, this is the original manuscript of the Pilgrim's Journey of Windmere!” As the crowd saw the unassuming paper in Edmund’s hands, some struggled to believe it. “The style is definitely reminiscent of Geoffrey Chauceton, but isn’t the quality a bit rough?”

I suppose we will never hang out again, and I will never get to find out the answer. My Brit Lit class is awfully slow this morning. I usually enjoy references to Shakespeare. However, today's topic is Geoffrey Chaucer, the famous fourteenth-century writer. He observed people, watched them, and put them into his stories. It reminds me of Jeremey Davis and how he people watches from the perch of his big tree in Harris Park. "Lily, tell us what you would do if you were Geoffrey Chaucer?" Crap, I wasn't paying attention. I sure hope I can wing this.

“I-“ Richard rescued her. “Ah, yes. Pamela’s essay on Chaucer was one of the best I’ve read. She has a real talent for seeing the subtext.” Her father’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Subtext?” Richard smirked. “The Canterbury Tales aren’t just stories. They’re about desire, hypocrisy-what people hide beneath piety. Pamela kicked him under the table. Her father set down his coffee cup. “Fascinating. But tell me, Richard-“His voice was casual, but his gaze was sharp. “Are you a Christian?” THE ROOM WENT SILENT.