Answer: 7 thing are put on the table
Explanation:
Nature seems to have taken a particular
care to disseminate its blessings between the
different regions of the world with an eye
to this mutual intercourse and traffic among
mankind, that the natives of the several parts
of the globe might have a kind of dependence
upon each other, and are united together by their
common interest. Almost every degree produces
something peculiar to it. The food often is grown in
one country, and (the is gone) sauce at another. The fruits of
Portugal are ripe by the products of Barbados,
and the infusion of a China plant is sweeter
by (the is gone) pith of the Indian cane.
Answer:
Over two million children had to leave their families during the war.
Explanation:
Operation Pied Piper began in the summer of 1939. More than 3 million children were evacuated from London and other cities in the first four days.
The evacuations were intended to safeguard the British children from the German air raids. Their parents stayed behind to work and also assist in the war.
It was recorded that the separations from their parents had long-term traumatic impact in many cases like as if they stayed back to face the bombs.
Answer:People are horrible at keeping secrets. As in, really, really bad at it (no matter what anyone may tell you to the contrary). And you know what? We’re right to be. Just like the two Rhesus Macaques in the picture above, we have an urge to spill the beans when we know we shouldn’t—and that urge is a remarkably healthy one. Resist it, and you may find yourself in worse shape than you’d bargained for. And the secreter the secret, the worse the backlash on your psyche will likely be.
I never much cared for Nathaniel Hawthorne. I first dreaded him when my older sister came home with a miserable face and a 100-pound version of The House of the Seven Gables. I felt my anxiety mount when she declared the same hefty tome unreadable and said she would rather fail the test than finish the slog. And I had a near panic attack when I, now in high school myself, was handed my own first copy of the dreaded Mr. H.
Now, I’ve never been one to judge books by size. I read War and Peace cover to cover long before Hawthorne crossed my path and finished A Tale of Two Cities (in that same high school classroom) in no time flat. But it was something about him that just didn’t sit right. With trepidation bordering on the kind of dread I’d only ever felt when staring down a snake that I had mistaken for a tree branch, I flipped open the cover.
Luckily for me, what I found sitting on my desk in tenth grade was not my sister’s old nemesis but The Scarlet Letter. And you know what? I survived. It’s not that the book became a favorite. It didn’t. And it’s not that I began to judge Hawthorne less harshly. After trying my hand at Seven Gables—I just couldn’t stay away, could I; I think it was forcibly foisted on all Massachusetts school children, since the house in question was only a short field trip away—I couldn’t. And it’s not that I changed my mind about the writing—actually, having reread parts now to write this column, I’m surprised that I managed to finish at all (sincere apologies to all Hawthorne fans). I didn’t.
But despite everything, The Scarlet Letter gets one thing so incredibly right that it almost—almost—makes up for everything it gets wrong: it’s not healthy to keep a secret.
I remember how struck I was when I finally understood the story behind the letter – and how shocked at the incredibly physical toll that keeping it secret took on the fair Reverend Dimmesdale. It seemed somehow almost too much. A secret couldn’t actually do that to someone, could it?
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