What is an MP3 file? An MP3 file is one of the most popular file formats used for compressing digital music files. The MP3 file
format shrinks the audio file so it will take up less space (memory). For example, when copying MP3 files to a
writable CD, you can fit up to 10 to 20 times more music than you can on a traditional CD. An MP3 file of a
song will also take up less space without sacrificing the sound quality. This is because the MP3 file format was
specifically designed for audio files.
According to the information in the section entitled "What is an MP3 file," why should music lovers store music on a Mini-
instead of a CD?
A)
MP3s will never be replaced by another format.
B)
A Mini-Jukebox will last longer than a traditional CD.
C)
A Mini-Jukebox can hold more music than a traditional CD.
D)
The sound quality of an MP3 is better than that of a traditional CD.

Read the stanza below from the poem “tattoo” by gregg shapiro and answer the question that follows. if i could trade places with him i would pad the rest of his days wrap him in gauze and velvet absorb the shocks and treat his wounds i would scrub the numbers from his flesh extinguish the fire and give him back his life what does shapiro use to create the conceit in the lines above? a) he carries one line of poetry onto the next. b) he paints vivid word pictures that trigger the imagination by appealing to the five senses. c) he directly expresses a metaphor using like, as, or than. d) he uses physical protection to represent emotional protection.

What character asks for god's mercy on the lady at the end of the poem? arthur lancelot the poem's speaker the reaper

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.