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Read the excerpt below and answer the question. hedda: it gives me a sense of freedom to know that a deed of deliberate courage is still possible in this world,—a deed of spontaneous beauty. (hedda gabler; act 4; p. 139) hedda’s words here could be considered ironic metaphorical foreshadowings arcastic.

The wizard of oz provides an example of a universal idea that connects with most readers. dorothy is lost in oz. during her journey, she comes to understand that there is no place like home. the author, l. frank baum, includes colorful descriptions to readers picture the strange place where dorothy has landed. this to convey the feeling of being lost. most readers can relate to this feeling through a variety of personal experiences. this universal truth allows readers to connect to the character, and in turn to feel less lonely and isolated themselves. which literary terms should be included in this body paragraph? check all that apply. characterization imagery irony theme setting

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