Read this passage about seals and sea lions and then answer the question that follows: From a distance, they both look like seals, but once you get up close you can actually see the difference. Seals and sea lions are both fish-loving mammals. Moreover, handy flippers propel them both through the water. But while seals have a tiny opening on the side of their heads, sea lions have actual earflaps. Furthermore, sea lions use their back flippers like feet to scoot along the beach. On the other hand, seals must wriggle and roll to get ahead. On the whole, when you visit a zoo or theme park, it's the honking, barking, funny sea lion you're likely to find playing to the crowds for fishy treats, earflaps and all.

In the passage about seals and sea lions, which transition is used to show a contrast?

In living to tell the tale, what does the following passage mainly reveal about the narrator (paragraph 2)? “there was not a single door, crack in the wall, a human trace that did not find a supernatural resonance in me.” : a) the narrator associates memories to specific objects that he sees. b) the narrator realizes the buildings around him should be demolished. c) the narrator feels as though he wants to connect to the people of the town. d) the narrator is unsure why he feels frightened while walking with his mother.

Correct the sentence below: the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late he was right on time. a: correct as it is b: the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late, he was right on time. c: the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late; and he was right on time. d: the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late: he was right on time.

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.