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<span>Barstow is saying that oedipus was unhappy because he was a bad person, or is she saying that he was unhappy because he was a good person who had some bad habits or made bad decisions. Yes this is TRUE.
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In "The Black Cat", by Edgar Allan Poe, the narrator's participation in the cat's death foreshadows
Foreshadow is a literary device, that consists of clues to suggest what is going to happen later in the story. In this short story, the narrator starts saying that he is about to be hanged the day after he wants to give a detailed description of the occurrences that led to his confinement. He himself is going to be hanged as punishment for his crimes, the same way in which he hanged Pluto, his first black cat.
This question is about the article "Lin-Manuel Miranda", by Jessica McBirney.
Answer:
a. The author shows how Miranda changed Hamilton from song to mixtape to musical.
Explanation:
In the section "In the Heights" we can see how Miranda ascended to musicals, being a notable name in this industry. He took advantage of this moment to specialize and take his talents and skills to another level, the level that would allow him to succeed in writing songs for "Hamilton".
Mirando wanted to capture Hamilton's mentality, his anxieties and his intelligence. So he started writing a song for Hamilton, which soon led him to a mixtape that captured all the complexity of this character. The mixtape did so well that it was transformed into the musical "Hamilton", one of the biggest and most sought after musicals on Broadway.
The answer is b, finish your conversation. I hope this helps!
<span>I watched as she slid across the floor. She looked like a seal sliding from the tub to the radiator. The entire journey was about 10 feet, but it felt like it took around 10 minutes for her to make that slide. Head first she bonked into the radiator, still wet and slightly covered by soap, shampoo and the shower curtain trailing her like some cape. Map woman. Europe and Africa covering her more delicate bits as she slid. I stood there, unsure how to react. Should I pick her up? Do I laugh? Do I just sit there and try to calculate what exactly happen. I smiled while I wait for her reaction, which is a mixture of tears, laughter, and sheer embarrassment. I finally get the ability to laugh to the ridiculousness of her and this moment, sliding like a seal into the radiator. It was the most graceful thing I've ever seen her do.</span>
