The awnser is c!
the word is used wrong reguardless of definiton.
Answer:
"Fear is the psychological story taken from Puebla, Mexico. This story shows how a person loses his common sense and sanity in the state of nervousness. Armando Gonzalez was an honest, diligent, uneducated, skeptical and chicken-hearted person working at a shoe shop. He had to earn the living of nine members."
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From my readings and a reliable source.
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Scurried across the field.
This is a fragment.
A sentence needs to have a noun and a verb. The phrase, doesn't have a noun.
Answer: 1) What Goldsmith means, is that Death, is something all humans experience. Our mortality makes death inevitable and inescapable. Making it a somewhat, permanent condition.
2) "Like sex. death both fascinates youth and makes their elders reticent" I agree with this statement. Youth, are driven by emotions and feeling, making them more fascinated and intrigued by intercourse. They are knew to this aspect of love and life. Elders, may become less amused, and more silent about the topic. Having known it's personal and not something to be shared openly. They keep it to themselves.
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I was on my way to work when my boss called me, his name was George. I was only 30 seconds late and he was already calling me to ask where I was. Of course, I was in front of the workplace. But, even so George was angered to know that I was even 30 secs late. I tried to explain that there was traffic but George did not believe me. He shouted and scorned at me till his face became a red color.
When he was over his yelling and scorning, he ordered me to go back to work. So, I did and I thought of the many ways I could try and sew my boss for bad management. However, I couldn’t because he hadn’t committed any crimes seen to the naked eye. Still, in my heart I had wished that he was as miserable as I was. Yet, I had to bury these feelings way down inside.
One day I just got used to it. I got used to the torture of working for George. I felt like a trapped Persephone in the world of the dead. Even though I was not in love with my employer; I entirely despised him, I did begin to see him as my savior. He got me a job even though I had absolutely no job experience. And, he was in his own ways kind yet he was like a man of two faces one in the front, the other in the back.
