Answer: I dont know if that's what you meant but im So Sorry if it's wrong
Explanation:
Blake slowly knelt down before the book. He was frightened though curiosity overruled reason. He was breathing deeply, though he heard a softer breath coming from below him.
"Impossible;' he thought. "It's just a book!”
He told himself that it was his imagination, that a book can’t breathe. The volume was tilted towards him. He had knocked it back and out of sight upon touching it.
“A conscious book? That's silly! Well. maybe not.“ Blake always read Sci-Fi and horror books where inanimate objects always seemed to emit some sort of energy. Something that the puny human mind couldn't understand. He didn't believe in any of that. but he decided he turn over the book just in case.
He slowly turned it over. prepared to be attacked. But no attack came. There was a green liquid covering the back of his hand which began burning his fingers. Just as he made this observation. the same green liquid began pouring first from the right shelf, then the left shelf at an increasing rate. When it touched the carpet, it disappeared. Blake heard the fast flipping of pages and the cry of a little girl. Then. everything stopped. He heard the clicking sound of heels on a floor which he surmised was the librarian.
He couldn't trust anyone. Maybe she had something to do with the book. He ran into the other corridor until she left. He waited, breathing heavily. He heard the clicking sound getting softer. and he knew she had walked away.
He ran upstairs and found his mom.
"Mom, I think it's time to leave,” he said, never planning to enter that library again.
Excerpt from the poem: "Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse.."
If you read the poem you can tell he is telling him that by mixing in with the lives of mortals, he is only brought despair, because he lives forever while the do not and his attachments only end in pain and death.
Answer: Being too involved in the lives of mortal men.
Answer ok ✅ I’m going back home to go get my car off at my daddy house is the first time you got home I told her you would love I know you have the right time I don’t want her in my car she was like me I don’t want you I mean lol was like lol I just saw your face I don’t watch the black face and pink black and orange white and orange and pink orange pink orange orange pink green purple green orange orange pink green orange orange pink orange orange yellow orange brown orange yellow red green red blue yellow red blue green green red blue yellow red blue
<span>Subha is a short story the author is Rabindranath Tagore in 1861-1941 an Indian writer. The way women were treated in India an the way they were expected to act and behave, he wanted all of his stories and poems to bring light to the inequality between sexes </span>
