How can our mistakes in the present serve as our teachers in the future? I'm grade 8 student please answer​

The war of the worlds by h. g. wells but, looking, i presently saw something stirring within the then something resembling a little gray snake, about the thickness of a walking stick, coiled up out of the writhing middle and wriggled in the air toward me – and then another the war of the worlds (radio broadcast) by orson welles good heavens, something's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake. now it's another one, and another. they look like tentacles to me. which sentence best describes the tone of the passage from the book compared to the passage from the radio broadcast? a. the book has a more matter-of-fact tone, b. the book has an angrier tone. c. the book has a scarier tone. d. the book has a more surprised tone.

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.

How does edgar allen poe build suspense in “the raven”