You are writing a letter to your governor, whom you've never met, asking her to speak at your school's graduation.
Which style of language would be most appropriate for the task, purpose, and
audience?
O A. Informal and familiar
B. Informal and informative
C. Formal and respectful
D. Formal but conversational

Why did dante most likely choose to write his views on christianity in an indirect manner when he wrote the divine comedy a) dante knew that his family would be looking for hidden messages of his well-being writing and the style gave them personal insight b)donte thought about his own christian views and personal shortcomings as he wrote it and by writing in the style leaders could do the same as dr. thought about his own christian views and personal shortcomings as he wrote it and by writing in the style leaders could do the same as they read it c) dante wanted to point out the church leaders feelings in a very public way so the style of writing allowed him to give names and grievances d) dante felt that writing for entertainment was for riders if you hadn’t fully developed the writing style yet

Which situation might occur in a conflict of character versus nature? a. a society disapproves of a character’s behavior. b. a character suffers from a serious illness and eventually dies. c. two characters argue over a difference of opinion. d. a character is unable to decide on his opinion of another character.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream