No they will not......
this is because after seeing caesar's ghost brutus may have some feeling of guilt.....guilt that caesar had loved him so much but he had betrayed him......that guilt will not let brutus fight willingly towards the opponents or maybe some other feeling in brutus's heart that to fully pay for this guilt he must die or he must kill himself......he might perform suicide ......after brutus's death caesar may also want to kill himself due to immense guilt of separating such friends and doing sinful deeds........
making the decision to march the army to Phillipi early after seeing caesar's ghost may have been too fast for such a big decision which would affect the probability of brutus and cassius winning the battle.....
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Answer:
if you want to date me just say that
Explanation:
The author Anita Desai had a lot of changes in pace during Games at twilight. Some of the changes of pacing are:
1. The kids are about to play hide and seek and they are excited and the pace of the story is fast. But as soon as Ravi hides the pace is slow and the story tends to get contemplative and it slowly connects to the thoughts and Ravi's memories.
2. One of the changes in pace that is most exciting is when Ravi finaly decides to finish the game by going to the post and say Den!. By the time he says that, the other kids cannot recognize him. A lot of time has passed and now the kids don't even recognize him. It is such an exciting change of pace and time.
The reader may interpret the story in different ways due to the fact that the perspective of Ravi is in a different pace of the other kids perspective.
Some of the examples of this change of pace are:
- <span>It took them a minute to grasp what he was saying, even who he was.
</span>- Ravi had never cared to enter such a dark and depressing mortuary of defunct household goods seething with such unspeakable and alarming animal life but, <span> Ravi suddenly slipped off the flowerpot and through the crack and was gone.
</span>- <span>for minutes, hours, his legs began to tremble with the effort, the inaction. By now he could see enough in the dark to make out the large solid shapes of old wardrobes, broken buckets, and bedsteads piled on top of each other around him. He recognized an old bathtub
</span>- <span>It grew darker in the shed as the light at the door grew softer, fuzzier, turned to a kind of crumbling yellow pollen that turned to yellow fur, blue fur, gray fur. Evening. Twilight.
</span>- It took them a minute to grasp what he was saying, even who he was. They had quite forgotten him.
