Literary notes about Completed (AI summary)
The term “completed” is used in literature to denote the achievement or finalization of an action, process, or state, and its employment spans both literal and metaphorical realms. In historical texts such as [1] and [2], the word marks the end point in the construction or existence of structures and events, signifying a clear temporal milestone. In narrative works, as seen in [3], [4], and [5], “completed” often functions as a marker of finished tasks or personal endeavors, highlighting the transition from a state of labor to one of accomplishment. Additionally, the word carries a figurative weight in literary settings—as in [6] and [7]—where completion may underscore the resolution of an internal or external conflict, or even the culmination of transformation. Overall, “completed” provides authors with a versatile tool for indicating conclusion, closure, and the realization of various endeavors throughout diverse literary genres.
- [26] The Alhambra was begun in the thirteenth century and completed in the fourteenth.
— from The Moors in Spain by Stanley Lane-Poole - It was the first completed of the extant buildings of the group of the Acropolis and dates from 466 B.C. FIG.
— from The Declaration of Independence of the United States of America by Thomas Jefferson - I could not help smiling at the document when I had completed it.
— from A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle - ‘She glanced at the monk as she spoke, and, opening a cabinet, brought forth the five frames of work, completed long before.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens - When he had completed it he stood beside me again, saying:— “At least you shall be safe here from him !”
— from Dracula by Bram Stoker - Darkness was coming on, which completed my confusion, and every time the dog ran up to me and hit me with his tail, like a coward I shut my eyes.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of Short Stories by Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov - This very morning the illusion completed its disappearance, and, as it were, all of a sudden, Troy hated himself.
— from Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy
