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every 4th of july, almost all american cities sponsor a that includes a fireworks display to celebrate american independence.

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Read the excerpt from julius caesar, act 1, scene 1. marullus. wherefore rejoice? what conquest brings he home? what tributaries follow him to rome to grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? you blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless35 things! o, you hard hearts, you cruel men of rome, knew you not pompey? many a time and oft have you climbed up to walls and battlements, to towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, your infants in your arms, and there have sat40 the livelong day, with patient expectation, to see great pompey pass the streets of rome. which summary of the passage is the best? marullus asks a lot of questions, such as, “why celebrate? what has caesar done? who is following him to rome? don’t you remember pompey? ” then he says that everyone is cruel because they do not remember pompey. they forget how they praised him and would climb to the highest places, carrying their children, just to catch a glimpse of him. marullus regrets that the people are celebrating caesar and is insulted that they forgot how they used to praise pompey. marullus thinks that the people should celebrate caesar the way they used to celebrate pompey, and that they should be in awe of caesar’s greatness. marullus remembers how the people climbed walls, battlements, towers, windows, and even chimney tops to see the great pompey.

Which statement best describes the intended aesthetic impact of this excerpt?

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.