Why do you think the beginning and end of the story describe kevin putting his hand in his father’s coat pocket? how does this motif connect to and develop the theme and mood within the story

Exit in which of the following passages from the text is the author's motif of displacement and separation most evident? a. "in these ways it was a typical wartime departure, full of proud smiles and half-concealed worry." b. "it upheld the army's decision to limit the movements of a racially select group of citizens." c. "once the first year's turmoil cooled down, the authorities started letting us outside…" d. "if anything made that country habitable it was the mountains themselves…"

You learned in this lesson that the mythical trojan war was instrumental in forming greek culture. it has been said that there were no real "greeks" before this, just relatively unconnected kingdoms in the land that would later be called greece. how did the story of the war "make" greek culture? select all that apply. it provided something for all greeks to talk about. it gave greeks a common history. it represented a moment when the different kingdoms came together for a common cause, unifying the different kingdoms into one greece. it showed how agamemnon conquered the lesser kingdoms and unified them under his rule.

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