Read the excerpt from the namesake. "that you want us to call him nikhil." "that is correct." mrs. lapidus nods. "the reason being? " "that is our wish." "i'm not sure i follow you, mr. ganguli. do you mean that nikhil is a middle name? or a nickname? many of the children go by nicknames here. on this form there is a space—" "no, no, it's not a middle name," ashoke says. he is beginning to lose patience. "he has no middle name. no nickname. the boy's good name, his school name, is nikhil." mrs. lapidus presses her lips together and smiles. "but clearly he doesn't respond." ", mrs. lapidus," ashoke says. "it is very common for a child to be confused at first. give it some time. i assure you he will grow accustomed." which best states the conflict revealed by this conversation? an internal emotional conflict between ashoke's cultural values related to education and the needs of his child an external conflict between mrs. lapidus and gogol over his wish to be called by a traditional indian name an external cultural conflict between the traditional schooling expectations of mrs. lapidus and ashoke an internal conflict between mrs. lapidus's expertise as an educator and her wish to respect ashoke's cultural traditions

Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore. and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and cut and peeled a hazel wand, and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing, and moth-like stars were flickering out, i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout. when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame, but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air. plz hurry