Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?” appeals to: Logos
Pathos
Etho

Mr. pontellier did not attend these soirée musicales. he considered them bourgeois, and found more diversion at the club. to madame ratignolle he said the music dispensed at her soirées was too "heavy," too far beyond his untrained comprehension. his excuse flattered her. but she disapproved of mr. pontellier's club, and she was frank enough to tell edna so. which statement best describes the point of view in the excerpt? the third-person point of view is voiced by an objective character in the story. the third-person point of view is voiced by a subjective character in the story. the third-person point of view is an omniscient observer. the third-person point of view is an observer with limited omniscience.

Explain what effect the repetition of the lines brennan on the moor, brennan on the moor, bold and undaunted stood young brennan on the has on the meaning of the poem. answer asap. you!

Which three parts of this passage from chapter 6 of emily brontë's wuthering heights show that hindley earnshaw did not care about the well-being of catherine and heathcliff after the death of mr. earnshaw? they both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages; the young master being entirely negligent how they behaved, and what they did, so they kept clear of him. he would not even have seen after their going to church on sundays, only joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves; and that reminded him to order heathcliff a flogging, and catherine a fast from dinner or supper. but it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. the curate might set as many chapters as he for catherine to get by heart, and joseph might thrash heathcliff till his arm ached; they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time i’ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and i not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing the small power i still retained over the unfriended creatures. one sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room, for making a noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when i went to call them to supper, i could discover them nowhere. we searched the house, above and below, and the yard and stables; they were invisible: and, at last, hindley in a passion told us to bolt the doors, and swore nobody should let them in that night. the household went to bed; and i, too, anxious to lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return.