I would say b or d, since pathos is usually related to emotional content.
Answer:
“The painter's face curdled with scorn "You think I'm proud of this daub?" he said. "You think this is my idea of what life looks like?"
"What's your idea of what life looks like?" said the orderly.
The painter gestured at a foul drop cloth. "There's a good picture of it," he said. "Frame that, and you'll have a picture a d*** sight more honest than this one.”
Explanation:
The painter does not view life as enjoyable in any way. He views it to be as bad as a foul cloth. He knows that there is so much chaos, and that he is living only to die. This leads him to taking his own life, rather then letting the government take it from him; he doesn't view life as a "worth it" affair
Since no one has created a machine capable of traveling through time that we know of, I can only draw inferences of what a time machine of this nature would function like from my imagination, and my knowledge of sci-fi films and novels. I imagine that the machine would hover above the surface of the ground, and shutter excessively for a little while, and then, somehow, channeling more energy than you could possibly fathom, it would disappear instantaneously with a blinding flash of light. It glides effortlessly though the distorted dimension of time, hurtling you through a series of intricate passageways that projected images depicting the universe throughout the course of time. It pulses a strange, multicolored energy from its exhaust pipe that evaporates into the “atmosphere” as the bulky piece of machinery continues to catapult you through the vortex of time. The control panel is equipped with an advanced artificial intelligence program, that voices the warning, “50 years until you’ve reached your desired time period” and you gaze the phantasmagorical world of time as it desintegrates before your eyes. Finally, you’ve arrived.
Answer: the correct answer is D) Will thought about what his father had been trying to teach him, put down his controller, and pushed a button he never before had wanted to press: OFF.
