Consider the excerpt and theme from Gilgamesh: A New English Version. Gilgamesh climbed to the mountaintop,
he poured out flour as an offering and said,
"Mountain, bring me a favorable dream."
Enkidu did the ritual for dreams,
praying for a sign. A gust of wind
passed. He built a shelter for the night,
placed Gilgamesh on the floor and spread
a magic circle of flour around him,
then sprawled like a net across the doorway.

Theme One: Great leaders seek supernatural help.

What other theme is addressed in the excerpt?

A. Dreams recount pleasant memories.
B. Shelter is essential for providing warmth.
C. It is important to get a good night's sleep before a big day.
D. Friendships are supportive relationships.

Read this excerpt from rudolfo anaya’s essay “take the tortillas out of your poetry.”tortillas and poetry. they go hand in hand. books nourish the spirit, bread nourishes our bodies. our distinct cultures nourish each one of us, and as we know more and more about the art and literature of the different cultures, we become freer and freer. . i don’t know anyone who doesn’t like to sample different ethnic foods, the breads of many many groups; just as many of us enjoy sampling books from different areas of the world. i travel to foreign countries, and i know more about myself as i learn more about my fellow human beings. censorship imposes itself in my path of knowledge, and that activity can be justified by no one.which of these changes would make this excerpt more argumentative? using words that affect the audience’s sense of trustusing less repetition of certain words and phrasesincluding words that address logic and reasonincluding words that are charged with emotion

What does this excerpt explain about this setting

Which part of this excerpt from john keats' poem "endymion" contains a simile? therefore, 'tis with full happiness that i will trace the story of endymion. the very music of the name has gone into my being, and each pleasant scene is growing fresh before me as the green of our own vallies: so i will begin now while i cannot hear the city's din; now while the early budders are just new, and run in mazes of the youngest hue about old forests; while the willow trails its delicate amber; and the dairy pails bring home increase of milk. and, as the year grows lush in juicy stalks, i'll smoothly steer my little boat, for many quiet hours, with streams that deepen freshly into bowers.