| Quote #7
The small birds were taking their farewell banquets. In the fullness of their revelry, they fluttered, chirping and frolicking, from bush to bush, and tree to tree, capricious from the very profusion and variety around them. (1.36)
What's the difference between Ichabod and these birds? No, this isn't a cheesy joke—we're really asking!
| Quote #8
The hour was as dismal as himself. Far below him, the Tappan Zee spread its dusky and indistinct waste of waters, with here and there the tall mast of a sloop, riding quietly at anchor under the land. (1.58)
This, dear Shmoopers, is what tweed-jacket sporting Shmoop calls a pathetic fallacy. No, not that kind of pathetic—sympathetic. The scenery is sad because Ichabod got dumped, when just a little while ago, the exact same scenery was beautiful.