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Rosa Parks wasn’t too tired. She wasn’t incapable of leaving her seat when bus driver James F. Blake demanded her to do so. She was properly seated in the colored section, but because the white section was full, Blake attempted to move Parks back to accommodate the white patron.
Parks, the mother of the civil rights movement, made the decision to remain in her seat on a Montgomery, Alabama, bus because she didn’t believe she should have to move because of her race, even though that was the law.
In the middle of the crowded bus, Parks was arrested for her refusal to relinquish her seat on Dec. 1, 1955 — 61 years ago. Parks, 42, paid a fine and was briefly locked up.
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people living in poverty, their health may be the only asset on which they can draw for the exercise of other economic and social rights
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copied be careful hope it helps tho
The quote is incomplete. It should read: "For language is arbitrarily produced by the imagination, and has relation to thoughts alone; but all other materials, instruments and conditions of art have relations among each other which limit and interpose between conception and expression. The former is as a mirror which reflects, the later as a cloud which enfeebles the light of which both are mediums of communication. Hence the fame of sculptors, painters and musicians...has never equaled that of poets..."
A Defence of Poetry- Percy Shelley
In my view the correct answer should be B: “and has relation to thoughts alone”.
The reason being that as Shelley explains later, he considers that language has a direct, unique and exclusive relation with thoughts. Logically, thoughts are a direct product of the imagination, whether they are spontaneous or a result of external stimuli, and if according to his logic language is intimately and exclusively related to them it follows that language comes from the imagination. For Shelley as a poet, because language comes directly from imagination without the mediation or interference of any kind, poetry is the purest form of art.
Based upon this very short excerpt, I'd say it develops an atmosphere of chaos.
