Both Anne Frank and Vincent van Gogh are
considered heroes by many, but they did not
physically save anyone's life. Do you consider them
heroes? In the context of the poem, what is a hero?

Fred: (waves to sarah) hi, i just moved here. my name is fred. sarah: hi fred. where are you from? fred: florida. the weather here in michigan sure is cold. sarah: i know what you mean, i moved here from san diego two years ago. wait until january. fred: i can just imagine. hey do you mind if i sit with you for a little while? sarah: no, take a seat. i’d love the company during lunch. fred: it’s been hard to meet anyone since i started school last week. sarah: no worries. i know exactly how you feel. i moved at the end of the school year and didn’t get to know anyone. then i spent the summer alone. fred: aw, bummer. it sure is tough to start a new school. sarah: yeah, but when school started again, i met some cool people. fred: i am really shy about meeting new people. sarah: well, i can introduce my friends to you. (bell rings) fred: that would be great! guess lunch is over. it’s been great talking to you. sarah: you too. meet me here for lunch tomorrow and i’ll introduce my friends. fred: great. bye. sarah: later. the conversation between fred and sarah is an example of impersonal communication. select the best answer from the choices provided t f

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

In "tell me, o swan, your ancient tale," to what does the land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule refer? nature heaven the promised land an imaginary country