Answer:
1.- No and yes, they should be forgiven by society in order to move on.
2.- The spouse are to "blame" and it's not justified and no one can say that its was pushed to cheat.
Explanation:
1.- People who commit a serious crime can't change but they could learn to control their impulses but they will always be there, I mean, not in all cases because someone who commited a serious crime in self-defense, they don't even have to learn to control because they don't have the intention/impulse to do it again; as for the forgiveness of society, this is fair to happen only if they already compulgated their sentence.
2.- When I say <em>blame</em>, it is not in all the extension of the word because when a person decides to cheat it's because the relationship he/she is in, it's over [love is gone, routine, unhappiness, etc...] and the two people inside that relationship let it happen, therefore I say the two are to blame although it's not a fault as such. And no one can be justified or pushed to cheat, everyone has the power on their own actions, so if someone cheats it's because they took that decision and the consequences of it.
3.- In a literary form it's in did nobler to die with integrity but that, in reality can hardly ever become true because in the world that we live in and in order to survive in this society, at some point we will have to compromised our principles and affect other people and learn to live with it.
4.- Because the worst enemy of people is fear, it was B.C. and A.F. and it will continue to be till the end of times because even though we have records of the consequences of irrationality, we don't care when we face the unknow, it's a simple survival instinct.
Answer:
I was unable to help, so I gave her some money.
or
I gave her some money, as I was unable to help.
Explanation:
Answer:
Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village; which held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of His Majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade through a long lazy summer's day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman's money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands from some passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events some months after they had taken place.
The opinions of this junto were completely controlled by Nicholas Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sundial. It is true he was rarely heard to speak, but smoked his pipe incessantly. His adherents, however (for every great man has his adherents), perfectly understood him, and knew how to gather his opinions. When anything that was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his pipe vehemently, and to send forth short, frequent and angry puffs; but when pleased, he would inhale the smoke slowly and tranquilly, and emit it in light and placid clouds; and sometimes, taking the pipe from his mouth, and letting the fragrant vapor curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation.
Explanation:
He is most likely looking at the ceiling while speaking
