"there is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside down. i get positively angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness."

which of the following is an antonym for impertinence in the excerpt from the story?
a. having no connection with the given matter
b. respect
c. not showing the proper manners
d. insolence; disrespect

"there is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside down. i get positively angry with the impertinence of it and the everlastingness."

which of the following is an antonym for impertinence in the excerpt from the story?
a. having no connection with the given matter
b. respect
c. not showing the proper manners
d. insolence; disrespect

What is wrong with the sentence. the car is packed, we're already to go, and the weather is looking beautiful.

Question from select the correct answer. what argument is susan b. anthony making in the passage? a. male citizens created the laws to secure the rights of men, so legal reform is required to secure women’s rights. b. women are often punished for committing criminal acts that are pardoned when committed by men. c. women are judged under laws supposedly written only for males, so they are entitled to the same rights as males. d. the court judge modified the original documents to arrest and try anthony unfairly. has anyone else got this?

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.