Read this passage from dostoyevsky's novella notes from the underground
but do you know, gentlemen, what was the chief point
about my spite? why, the whole point, the real sting of it lay
in the fact that continually, even in the moment of the
acutest spleen, i was inwardly conscious with shame that
was not only not a spiteful but not even an embittered
man, that i was simply scaring sparrows at random and
amusing myself by it.
in what way is the narrator most clearly a monster?
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a. he is straightforward about his spite.
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b. he gives advice, even when not asked for it
c. he is ashamed, even though he has no reason to be.
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d. he is intentionally cruel for no reason

What can you infer about gregor from this excerpt? a. he is ungrateful and refuses to eat all of the food that grete brings for him b. his appetite is good, which shows that his body is trying to return to human form c. he always eats trash, and grete is trying to get him to remember being human d. his eating habits are changing, and he is becoming physically less human

Isaw my future flash before me and it did not take me anytime to slow down. i need to replace the words "it did".

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed