Answer: Start with a question.
3 it's a fraction duh! So, y=fraction(3 + 10 = thirteenths fourteens so 4
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8
So three fifths
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4
Answer: by providing a clue that uncovers the treasure
Explanation:
The rest of the excerpt is showing to us what exactly caused their reaction to the spring. They are looking forward to it because as they said ''The treasure is in the spring, between the ash tree and the silver beech.''
''XAVIER The joyous sounds of spring. The joyous sounds of the spring. The spring! KENNETH (Jumping up) Where rocks and pebbles sing. The water going over the rocks and pebbles. And you can't get to it in the wintertime because the spring is frozen then. XAVIER (From behind the trees) The treasure is in the spring, between the ash tree and the silver beech.''
We can see that they are happy because of the sound of the spring and now they will be able to find the treasure since in the wintertime everything is under the snow.
Just telling in advance, English is not my forte, lol. I'm a math person. :-)
Anyways, what I'm inferring from the poem is this:
The human body, of course, gets older, but usually the mind of an older person is coherent and wise. Yet, the older body has its own "conscientiousness". A consciousness that understands the body's frailty but knows that it can still accomplish tasks it had once before; these tasks are achieved with the patience of a mule but with the intensity of a lion. Rushing or hastening seem to be incomprehensible... Still, the aged body knows more than it begets. Life happens all around yet there isn't a desire to change what happens. Wisdom and experience has seeped in over the years... Aging... An invaluable awareness that affects everything alive wins in the end over the aged body. Nails, hair, and skincare become obsolete. The old body, free from constraints, expresses the validity of its existence with boldness and courage. The wrinked skin and gray hair, impossible to avoid, but difficult to obtain, outshines the youth the body once had. For once, and only once, boundaries don't exist... Only the hope of sharing the struggles and victories that occur in a lifetime, the experiences unique to the aged body... The hope that the aged body can bestow unto others the gloriousness of the aged body.
Hope that helped. Good luck.
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