"Oh, mother," Arachne would answer. Then she would go on weaving. She thought that her work was far more
important than sleep. In the morning, she always puffed
up with pride when she saw what she had made in the
dark.
The cloths she wove were very beautiful. In fact, they
were the best in all the land, and news of them traveled
fast. So, it was not long before folks showed up at
Arachne's door just to watch her work.

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

there you go thats what we are missing

no, i never do because that’s not the reason for what i speak to or of.

i cannot see any of the statement

. a function is a relation in which each input has only one output. in the relation , y is a function of x, because for each input x (1, 2, 3, or 0), there is only one output y. x is not a function of y, because the input y = 3 has multiple outputs: x = 1 and x = 2.