Answer:
possibly
Explanation:
yeah it seems that way
Answer:
I think that the last one is the central message
if not, then its the second one
Explanation:
I haven't read the rest of the story but with the process of elimination you can see the central message
Answer:
B
Explanation:
a. We built
b. a giant snowman
c. yesterday afternoon
d. in the backyard
Answer:
C and D
Explanation:
pls leave a Thank You
What I need if this isn't going to work (from Percy Jackson PLEASE)
-Hyperbole
-Situational Irony
BTW it has to be funny
its a hyperbole, i checked
Answer: It reminds readers of the loneliness and absolute desolation of the characters.
In Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley presents characters that are lonely. In particular, the creature which Victor created feels alone and misunderstood everywhere it goes. This major theme of lack of human connection is highlighted by the setting that Shelley chooses. The sterile, unwelcoming cold of the North Pole and the Alps serve to highlight the emptiness that the creature feels.
Answer: Warn readers about the abandonment, loneliness, misfortunes and cruelty of the characters. It also makes reference that the past events can affect us in any location.
Explanation: These landscapes show the influence of nature on the desires and actions of the characters. In the middle of the cruel and desolate winter desert, the monster claims its creator for its poor existence, its abandonment and its solitude.
I think…
I notice…
I predict…
I infer…
I wonder…
I understand…
I connect…
Reckless Poem
By Mary Oliver
Today again I am hardly myself.
It happens over and over.
It is heaven-sent.
It flows through me
like the blue wave.
Green leaves – you may believe this or not –
have once or twice
emerged from the tips of my fingers
somewhere
deep in the woods,
in the reckless seizure of spring.
Though, of course, I also know that other song,
the sweet passion of one-ness.
Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the
tumbled pine needles she toiled.
And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.
And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength
is she not wonderful and wise?
And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything
until I came to myself.
And still, even in these northern woods, on these hills of sand,
I have flown from the other window of myself
to become white heron, blue whale,
red fox, hedgehog.
Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!
Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched
among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.