€ MEC English 1AM (Prescriptive) / 2. Narrative
Who are the Sirens?
Passage from The Odyssey
Dear friends
more than one man, or two, should know those things
Circe foresaw for us and shared with me,
so let me tell her forecast, then we die
with our eyes open if we are going to die
or know what death we battle of we can Sirens
weaving a haunting song over the sea
we are to shun, she said, and their green shore all sweet with
clover, yet she urged that I
alone should listen to their song Therefore
you are to tio me up, tight as a splint,
erect along the mast, lashed to the mast,
and if I shout and beg to be unbied,
take more turns of the rope to muffle me
A. minor characters
B. Plat characters
C. protagonists
D. antagonist

Mr. pontellier did not attend these soirée musicales. he considered them bourgeois, and found more diversion at the club. to madame ratignolle he said the music dispensed at her soirées was too "heavy," too far beyond his untrained comprehension. his excuse flattered her. but she disapproved of mr. pontellier's club, and she was frank enough to tell edna so. which statement best describes the point of view in the excerpt? the third-person point of view is voiced by an objective character in the story. the third-person point of view is voiced by a subjective character in the story. the third-person point of view is an omniscient observer. the third-person point of view is an observer with limited omniscience.

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Which excerpts from the war of the worldseffectively use setting to provide a contrast to the horror of the plot? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldshe remained standing at the edge of the pit that the thing had made for itself, staring at its strange appearance, astonished chiefly at its unusual shape and colour, and dimly perceiving even then some evidence of design in its arrival. the early morning was wonderfully still, and the sun, just clearing the pine trees towards weybridge, was already warm.they shouted consolation and promises, and went off back to the town again to get . one can imagine them, covered with sand, excited and disordered, running up the little street in the bright sunlight just as the shop folks were taking down their shutters and people were opening their bedroom windows.it was glaringly hot, not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind, and the only shadow was that of the few scattered pine trees. the burning heather had been extinguished, but the level ground towards ottershaw was blackened as far as one could see, and still giving off vertical streamers of smoke.an enormous hole had been made by the impact of the projectile, and the sand and gravel had been flung violently in every direction over the heath, forming heaps visible a mile and a half away. the heather was on fire eastward, and a thin blue smoke rose against the dawn.