This question is about the article "On Thin Ice" by Susan Mcgrath
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She meant that polar bears are admirable.
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The author of the article refers to polar bears as magnificent, grandiose and very admirable animals in the midst of the landscape where they fit. With that, we can understand that she describes polar bears in this way because they are beautiful and have impressive and admirable body structures, mainly because of the environment in which they live.
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Explanation: The inflation rate in 2008 was 3.84% with an average inflation rate of 1.92%, in 2018 the inflation rate was 2.44% (You cannot quote me on any of this).
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Ti prove a truthfulness of a claim, we need to stae facts and evidence
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with these, your claim can have a strong support
A. people did not immediately see the value in the poems from Angel Island .
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And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.