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[ She didn't boot and flip and wake me up with pug nose and mischievous eyes a challenging quarter-inch from my sleeping face.] In this sentence, to where does the negative word "didn't" affect? Did it mean that she didn't boot and flip and didn't wake me up or did it mean that she didn't boot and flip but she woke me up?

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class build 370 In this sentence, to what does the negative word "didn't" affect?

It's impossible to tell, because it is a very poorly constructed sentence.

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That is not standard English. I don't know what it is to boot or flip in this context, and if she woke you up, your face would not be sleeping, so I am reluctant to answer. Where did you see this?

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It's an excerption from the book " Destiny and Power" writen by Jon Meacham, G.H.W Bush's biography. page 102:

In the late 1950s after the births of Neil Mallon Bush(1955) and Marvin Pierce Bush(1956), Bush in the midst of the buiest of lives, was in New York on business. One evening he went " out on town , " and only he was heading in for the night did he think that " You could well have gone to Greenwich tonight," to see Robin at her grave. The real sense of negligence... I like... tho think of Robin as though she were a part, a living part, of our vital and energentic and wonderful family of men and Bar." How long, he wondered, would this sense of Robin as a perpetual child last? " We hope we will feel this genuine closeness{to Robin] whenwe are 83 and 82." he wrote his mother. " Wouldn't it be exciting at that age to have a beautiful 3 and a half year old daughter...She doesn't grow up. Now she's Neil's age. Soon She'll be Marvin's- and beyond that she'll be all alone, but with us, a vital living pleasurable part of our day-to-day life." He continued:


There is about our house a need. The running, pulsating restlessness of the four boys as they struggled to learn and grow; the world embraces them... All this wonder needs a counterpart. We need some starched crisp frocks to go with all our torn-kneed blue jeans and helmets. We need some soft blond hair to off-set those crew cuts. We need a doll house to stand firm against our forts and radkets and thousand baseblall cards. We need a dut-out star to play alone while the others battle to see who's' faimily champ'. We even need someone...who could sing the descant to" Alouette", while outside they scramble to catch the elusive ball aimed ever roofward, but usually thudding aranist the screens. We need alittle one who can kiss without leaving egg of jam or gum. We need girl. We had one once-she'd fight and cry and play and make her way just like the rest. But there was about her a certain softness. She was patient-her hugs were just a little less wiggly. Like them, she'd climb in to sleep with me, but someone she'd fit. She didn't boot and flip and wake me up with pug nose and mischievous eyes a challenging quatter-inch from my sleeping face. No-she'd stand beside our bed till I felt her there. Silently and comfortable, she'd put those precious, fragnant locks against my chest and fall a sleep. Her peace made me feel strong, and so very important. " My Daddy" had a caress, a certain ownership which touched a slightly different spot than the "Hi Dad" I love so much. But she is still with us. We nee her and yet we have her. We can't touch her, and yet we can feel her. We hope she'll stay in our house for a long , long time.

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