Select the correct answer. What is most likely the speaker's intent in this excerpt from the speech "Solitude of Self" by Elizabeth Cady Stanton?
The isolation of every human soul, and the necessity of self-dependence, must give each individual the right to choose his own
surroundings.
The strongest reason for giving woman all the opportunities for higher education, for the full development of her faculties, forces of mind
and body; for giving her the most enlarged freedom of thought and action; a complete emancipation from all forms of bondage, of custom,
dependence, superstition; from all the crippling influences of fear--is the solitude and personal responsibility of her own individual life. The
strongest reason why we ask for woman . voice in the government under which she lives; in the religion she is asked to believe; equality in
social life, where she is the chief factor; a place in the trades and professions, where she may earn her bread, iS because of her birthright to
self-sovereignty; because, as an individual, she must rely on herself. No matter how much women prefer to lean, to be protected and
supported, nor how much men desire to have them to do so, they must make the voyage of life alone, and for safety in an emergency, they
must know something of the laws of navigation. To guide our own craft, we must be captain, pilot, engineer; with chart and compass to
stand at the wheel; o watch the winds and waves, and know when to take in the O sail, and to read the signs in the firmament over all. It
matters not whether the solitary voyager is man or woman; nature, having endowed them equally, leaves them to their own skill and
of judgment in the hour of danger, and, if not equal to the occasion, alike they perish.
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Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."