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3 years ago

why does wells choose Martian’s to attack England in the war of the worlds instead of a more familiar enemy such as the Germans

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slega [8]3 years ago

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Wells wanted to illustrate that England could be caught with its guard down.

professor190 [17]3 years ago

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Answer:

"Wells wanted to illustrate that England could be caught with its guard down." Just did the question on apex and it was correct. :-)

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After dinner my older brother liked to play the guitar. He preferred

the music he heard on the radio, but he played the traditional

songs for Mama. She enjoyed things that reminded her of home.

Her eyes hurt and her fingers would get sore from long hours of

work as a seamstress. I remember washing dishes while Pedrito sang:

“And seeing myself so lonely and sad like a leaf in the wind, I want

to cry . . . from this feeling.”

He sang in Spanish, which is how the lyrics were written. That

song is more than 100 years old now. Mama learned it when she was

a girl.

Papa tried to nudge Mama out of her nostalgia sometimes. He

would answer her in English when she spoke to him in Spanish. His

English was not very good at first, but he worked at it until it got

better.

Mama usually answered him in Spanish. They would go back

and forth in either language, talking about work or homesickness

or family. Pedrito or I would occasionally correct them or help them

finish their sentences in English. Papa would thank us. Mama would

just smile and shake her head. But she always repeated the words we

had helped her with. In time her English got better too, but she was

far more at ease in her native tongue.

I was seven years old when we came to the United States. Pedrito

was 11. Papa was a carpenter who also knew a little about plumbing

and electricity. From an early age, my brother and I learned how to

take care of ourselves in our new home. Our parents worked long

hours, and they counted on us to be independent.

At first we were almost like guides for Mama and Papa. In big

busy places, like the mall or the registry of motor vehicles, they felt

uncomfortable, if not overwhelmed. It was easier for us to adjust

to environments that were fast-paced and not always friendly. I felt

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It would hurt my feelings to see the way some people looked at us.

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visit his grandparents. He is twelve. He wants to learn to play the

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