Pl ! fast too plz i got a horrible score i need to fix it pl! will give branliest and a lotta points : ( 1. which of the following is not a contrast presented in chapters 4 and 5 of the call of the wild? different kinds of owners, the deaths of dogs, different kinds of primitive 2. which theme is complicated by the journey with the drivers delivering mail? the value of work civilization vs. the wild rules and laws 3. which character from the book could best be described as the antithesis of hal? perrault francois mercedes

100 points. answer one of these: 1) describe the paradoxical nature of algernon being “serious” about bunburying. explain the term “bunburying” and its role in the story. analyze the significance of bunburying when it comes to symbolism, conflict, and setting. 2)the subtitle of the play is “a trivial comedy for serious people.” discuss the reversal of the serious and the trivial in the play. give examples of what some characters consider to be insignificant and what they consider to be important. what social commentary is made as a result of these inversions?

Which line of dialogue best describes mrs. x’s sense of superiority over miss y at the begging of the play? a. “if you wanted to shoot me it wouldn’t be so surprising, because i stood in your way.” b. “home is the best of all, the theatre next and children—well, you wouldn’t undertake that.” c. i embroidered them myself—i can’t bear tulips, but he wants tulips on everything.” d. it’s sinful to sit here and make fun of ones husband this way when he is kind and a good little man.”

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.