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Pl answer ! i nd ! the importance of being earnest presents characters who live for one thing and one thing only—to do whatever will bring them pleasure. what message does the play get across regarding the pursuit of pleasure? do you think the play paints a positive picture of this pursuit of pleasure or a negative picture? give specific examples from the play to explain your response. do you agree or disagree with this message regarding the pursuit of pleasure? why or why not? (25 points) respond in at least 2 paragraphs. you must answer all parts of the question and give examples from the play for support to earn full credit.

25 ! which three lines in this excerpt from phillis wheatley's poem "goliath of gath" contain examples of figurative language? the hosts on two opposing mountains stood, thick as the foliage of the waving wood; between them an extensive valley lay, o'er which the gleaming armour pour'd the day, when from the camp of the philistine foes, dreadful to view, a mighty warrior rose; in the dire deeds of bleeding battle skill'd,

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