Which inference can be best made from this text in the passage from The Book Thief? “I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.”

A) Death tries to ignore the difficult task he must quickly complete.

B) Death believes people who live through tragedy are worse off than people he takes with him.

C) Death sees the colors surrounding people before he sees what they look like.

D) Death understands he must wait until people are ready to leave before he can take them.

Iwill give you 90 points read this entry from a blog about service dogs. lexie, an eight-month-old black labrador retriever, is sleeping quietly at my feet. i can’t but think that her soft, velvety ears and alert brown eyes would make her the perfect “doggie model” for pet magazines and pet store ads. however, lexie will soon have a much more important job to do. in a few months, she will become the loyal companion and service dog for a young man who has been blind since birth. she will him board public transportation, such as buses, subways, and trains, and she will him safely cross busy intersections. lexie will even the young man avoid obstacles, such as high curbs and low overhangs. like all dogs in our organization, lexie has undergone months of specialized training to a visually impaired person lead an active and independent life. what is the primary purpose of this blog? to inform readers about seeing-eye dogsto entertain readers with stories about lexieto persuade readers to support service dogsto convince readers to adopt seeing-eye dogs

This excerpt is from “the poet” by alfred, lord tennyson. the poem describes a poet's consciousness and perception. which three lines suggest the richness of a poet's thoughts? thus truth was multiplied on truth, [the world like one great garden show'd,] and thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, rare sunrise flow'd. [and freedom rear'd in that august sunrise] her beautiful bold brow, when rites and forms before his burning eyes melted like snow. [there was no blood upon her maiden robes] sunn'd by those orient skies; but round about the circles of the globes of her keen eyes and in her raiment's hem was traced in flame wisdom, a name to shake [all evil dreams of power--a sacred name.] and when she spake, [her words did gather thunder as they ran,] and as the lightning to the thunder which follows it, riving the spirit of man, making earth wonder, so was their meaning to her words. no sword of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [ but one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word] she shook the world.

Why didn't van gogh knock on breton's door? it seemed imposing and a bit scary. it looked alarmingly middle-class. he couldn't find the door. he saw a book that he liked instead.