Read the excerpt below and answer the question. “hey, kid, how old are you? ” the man interrogating me was an inmate. i could not see his face, but his voice was weary and warm. “fifteen.” “no. you’re eighteen.” “but i’m not,” i said. “i’m fifteen.” “fool. listen to what i say.” * * * [dr. mengele] looked like the typical ss officer: a cruel, though not unintelligent, face, complete with monocle. he was holding a conductor’s baton and was surrounded by officers. the baton was moving constantly, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left. in no time, i stood before him. “your age? ” he asked, perhaps trying to sound paternal. “i’m eighteen.” my voice was trembling. how is this excerpt from elie wiesel’s night an example of an internal conflict? select all that apply. he corrects the inmate when the man gets eliezer's age wrong he is afraid of what dr. mengele is going to do to him he considers whether or not to trust the inmate who tells him he's not fifteen he must decide whether or not to tell dr. mengele the truth about his age

Yosemite has spectacular scenery and which has half-time bears. how do i write i. parallel structure?

Which statement best explains the motivation for the narrator's mother to introduce her daughter to everyone they meet? from amy tan's "rules of the game."

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed