Literary notes about At (AI summary)
The preposition “at” is remarkably versatile in literature, serving to anchor both physical positions and abstract moments. It locates characters in space—as in Emerson’s image of a man positioned “at the gates of the forest” [1] or Balzac’s depiction of someone seated “at the foot of the bed” [2]—and in time, marking precise moments like the arrival “at eight o'clock” [3] or the cessation of an event “at last” [4]. "At" also conveys focal points for action or attention, whether it be aiming “at this animal” [5] or observing someone “at the pictures” [6]. This multiplicity, seen in settings ranging from bustling stations [7, 8] to mythical battlegrounds [9] and lofty narrative climaxes [10], illustrates how “at” efficiently connects characters and events to both concrete locales and moments of significance.
- At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish.
— from Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson by Ralph Waldo Emerson - He sat at the foot of the bed, and gazed at the face before him, so horribly changed that it was shocking to see.
— from Father Goriot by Honoré de Balzac - “At eight o'clock the aunt arrived.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant - At last, after a good deal of difficulty, the man was persuaded to open the door.
— from Protagoras by Plato - "Only," the captain went on, "I urge you to aim carefully at this animal, in your own personal interest."
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas: An Underwater Tour of the World by Jules Verne - “At the pictures the crooks always have a restoorant in the Underworld.
— from The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie - Serezha came to meet me at the station.
— from Plays by Anton Chekhov, Second Series by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - I found out you were at this hotel, and came to see you."
— from The Bet, and other stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - On first thoughts Jimmie, with his heart throbbing at battle heat, started to go desperately to the rescue of his friend, but he halted.
— from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane - At length ripe vengeance o'er their heads impends, But Jove himself the faithless race defends.
— from The Iliad by Homer