There is an old saying that “sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me.” Is it true? What is the hurt that comes from words? From silence?
From “just being ignored”? (Paragraph)

Stone, two or three feet thick, the door of wood and iron, a foot thick, and the iron grating which strained the light, i could not being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if i were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up. i wondered that it should have concluded at length that this was the best use it could put me to, and had never thought to avail itself of my services in some way. i saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through before they could get to be as free as i was. i did not for a moment feel confined, and the walls seemed a great waste of stone and mortar. i felt as if i alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax. — “civil disobedience,” henry david thoreau based on this passage, how did thoreau feel about his confinement?

Critics and writers both praise and criticize the adventures of huckleberry finn. in at least one hundred words summarize the pros and cons of the novel, as some of them see it?

How many stanzas does this poem have, shall i compare thee to a summer day?