Answer:
where can i select im not shure what your asking ?
Explanation:
Answer:
The answer would be "I know well enough that a step like that is improper and might be misconstrued"
Explanation:
society expects her to be proper but as said here she was acting improper by maybe standing on a stepstool of some type.
At the beginning of this excerpt, we see the narrator (Theodore Dreiser) reflecting on the nature of his brother. The excerpt then switches to the narrative storytelling of an event that clarifies and supports this reflection. Because this is a work of nonfiction and Dreiser is recounting real people and their experiences, he makes it known that it’s almost impossible to use words to capture the essence of what his brother was truly like. He proceeds to narrate an incident that helps the readers get a better understanding of his brother and his nature. Dreiser describes the incident as though he is telling a fictional story. He provides descriptive details about the atmosphere and the character (his brother) in the scene, just like a scene from a piece of fiction. He draws on his factual knowledge of his brother’s traits and uses this brief, real-life incident to help readers understand his brother and how he was generous, sympathetic, and a tad bit mischievous. He uses descriptive language to add depth to the incident and maintain readers’ attention.
"Celestial choir! enthron'd in realms of light, Columbia's scenes of glorious toils I write. While freedom's cause her anxious breast alarms, She flashes dreadful in refulgent arms. See mother earth her offspring's fate bemoan, And nations gaze at scenes before unknown! See the bright beams of heaven's revolving light Involved in sorrows and the veil of night!"
I am assuming that the above quotation is the excerpt of the poem that we need to read before answering the question above question.
The iambic pentameter in the poem creates an even RHYTHM and complements the poem as a SORROWFUL ELEGY.
I woke up in my body, I realized that a gummy pink substance has been plastered onto me. I asked myself what this might be used for and how it got here. I was lifted by a set of sticky fingers. I heard a girl scream “I found my pencil”. I was flipped upside down and rubbed against a piece of paper. The words began to disappear and the girl smiled. I realized that my duty from now on would be much more than writing down love stories and letters, now I could fix the mistakes of whoever got ahold of me.