Every line, every word was—in the hackneyed metaphor which their dear writer, were she here, would forbid—a dagger to my heart. to know that marianne was in town was—in the same language—a thunderbolt.—thunderbolts and daggers! —what a reproof would she have given me! —her taste, her opinions—i believe they are better known to me than my own,—and i am sure they are dearer. in sense and sensibility, willoughby’s long confession to elinor produces in her all of the following reactions except a slightly improved opinion of willoughby’s heart a compassionate pity for sophia’s loveless marriage a wise assessment of the dangers of spoiling a young man with money a deep fear that relaying his message to marianne will cause her to fall ill again

8. "caged bird" right now, i feel like a bird caged without a key everyone comes to stare at me with so much joy and reverie they don't know how i feel inside through my smile, i cry they don't know what they're doing to me keeping me from flying that's why i say i know why the caged bird sings only joy comes from song she's so rare and beautiful to others why not just set her free? so she can fly, fly, fly spreading her wings and her song let her fly, fly fly for the whole world to see she's like caged bird fly, fly ooh just let her fly just let her fly just let her fly spread the wings spread the beauty what is the allusion found in the poem? question 8 options: a) alicia keys b) i know why the caged bird sings c) spreading her wings and her song d) fly, fly, fly