Songs of the summer of 1963 and today summary

Read this excerpt from holes. he had no sailing experience, but the ship’s captain signed him aboard. the captain could see that elya was a man of great strength. not everybody could carry a full-grown pig up the side of a mountain. it wasn’t until the ship had cleared the harbor and was heading out across the atlantic that he suddenly remembered his promise to carry madame zeroni up the mountain. he felt terrible. what information does this flashback provide about elya? a.elya did not intend to break his promise to madame zeroni. b.madame zeroni is very angry and disappointed in elya. c.elya is terribly afraid of madame zeroni’s curse. d.elya does not care what happened to madame zeroni.

Ineed badly ! i got to get this done and i can't get it done tomorrow! 1. expand the meaning of each sentence by adding adjectives. (dinner cooks.) (clown chuckled.) (car raced.) (dancer spun.) (panthers growled.) (leaves fall.) (bread baked.) (lake glistened.) (ship glides.) 2. using the sentences above, expand the meaning by adding adverbs. 3. using any five of the sentences from #2, expand the meaning by adding a compound word to each sentence. 4. using any three of the sentences from #3, expand the meaning by adding a prepositional phrase to each sentence. 5. using any one of the sentences from #4, expand the meaning by adding a synonym to this sentence.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream