Frank McCourt, Whose Irish Childhood Illuminated His Prose, Is Dead at 78:” What is the meaning of “whose Irish childhood illuminated his prose” as it is used in the title? Question 45 options: a) McCourt became a despised novelist because he fictionalized his upbringing. b) The colorful descriptions of the Irish landscape are irrelevant to his writings. c) McCourt’s writing was at its most powerful when channelling his Irish roots. d) McCourt used his Irish heritage as a crutch to cover up lackluster writing skills.

Read this passage from “the fall of the house of usher.” which element of gothic literature is not obvious in this passage? as if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell, the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. it was the work of the rushing gust—but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady madeline of usher. there was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. for a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold—then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated. bleak or remote settings supernatural or otherworldly elements macabre or violent incidents strong language full of dangerous meaning

Read this line from the poem. without the hell, the heav'n of joy. how do the images of hell and heaven in this line affect the meaning of the poem? a. they are reminders that love is a strong emotion. b. they show how the speaker of the poem has suffered emotionally. c. they refer to the emotional depths and heights of romantic relationships. d. they imply that the speaker is deeply religious

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