Once he arrived at the jonathan sat on a boulder and watched his dog, hoolihan, outrun the spilling waves and then chase them back to sea in an endless cycle of fun. he closed his eyes, listening to the crashing waves, an oddly comforting sound he had loved ever since he was a child. soon another sound reached his ears, like an unexpected voice in a the faint but unmistakable bleating of sheep. he knew the sheep couldn’t be heard this far from the farm. for a moment, he wondered if he were daydreaming or falling asleep. when he opened his eyes, hoolihan was furiously barking behind him, causing jonathan to turn around abruptly. to his horror, he saw dozens of sheep trying to hold their ground as they closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

Which line in this excerpt from the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald contains a simile? about half way between west egg and new york the motor-road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. this is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud which screens their obscure operations from your sight.