Literary notes about Weeks (AI summary)
In literature, the term “weeks” often functions as both a literal measure of time and a subtle narrative device that marks transitions in a character's journey or the unfolding of events. Authors use “weeks” to denote the span of significant experiences—from the blissful interludes in exotic settings [1] to periods of personal loss, recovery, or even suspenseful waiting [2, 3]. Some works emphasize the weight of these intervals, as seen in mourning or periods of internal transformation [4, 5], while others highlight how entire plot lines or political sessions are structured around these measurable periods [6, 7]. Whether indicating the duration of a voyage, the lapse between decisive moments, or the quiet persistence of time that underlies dramatic change [8, 9], “weeks” serves as a flexible unit that deepens the temporal and emotional layers within a narrative.
- After spending happy weeks in Kashmir, I was forced to return to Bengal for the fall term of Serampore College.
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda - July 3.—I missed the fit for good and all, though I did not recover my full strength for some weeks after.
— from The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe - So the weeks passed on, trance-like and pregnant.
— from The Rainbow by D. H. Lawrence - In those days I, Daniel, mourned the days of three weeks.
— from The Bible, Douay-Rheims, Complete - When anything was not to her liking, she at once began to brood, and sank into a deep dejection that would last for a fortnight or three weeks.
— from Short Stories by Fyodor Dostoyevsky - “So Congress always lies helpless in quarantine ten weeks of a session.
— from The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today by Mark Twain and Charles Dudley Warner - "It is quite right, my dear, and I am most glad to see thee; for we need help at this season of the year, and have had none for several weeks.
— from Work: A Story of Experience by Louisa May Alcott - Four weeks passed away, and Jane saw nothing of him.
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen - But the weeks passed by, years passed; to M. Gillenormand’s great despair, the “blood-drinker” did not make his appearance.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo