Which excerpt from nathaniel hawthorne’s "dr. heidegger's experiment" best reveals the allegorical nature of this short story? select all that apply
a. a strange chillness, whether of the body or spirit they could not tell, was creeping gradually over them all.

b. they gazed at one another, and fancied that each fleeting moment snatched away a charm, and left a deepening furrow where none had been before.

c. the water of youth possessed merely a virtue more transient than that of wine.

d. "yes, friends, ye are old again," said dr. heidegger, "and lo! the water of youth is all lavished on the ground.

e. well, i bemoan it not; for if the fountain gushed at my very doorstep, i would not stoop to bathe my lips in it; no, though its delirium were for years instead of moments. such is the lesson ye have taught me! "

f. but the doctor's four friends had taught no such lesson to themselves.

g. they resolved forthwith to make a pilgrimage to florida, and quaff at morning, noon, and night, from the fountain of youth.

Me i will give brainiest which excerpt from the passage most effectively contributes to the development of the theme that the bond between fathers and daughters is sacred and everlasting? '"may i not see the little one, sir, for a moment? ' it was his belief that mini was still the same." "i remembered the day when the cabuliwallah and my mini had first met, and i felt sad. when she had gone, rahmun heaved a deep sigh, and sat down on the floor." "this touch of his own little daughter had been always on his heart, as he had come year after year to calcutta to sell his wares in the streets." "he came close up to me holding out his offerings with the words: 'i brought these few things, sir, for the little one. will you give them to her? "'

Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."

How does ovid use two different definitions of art to create meaning in the phrase art hides his art