Answer:
B. description of thoughts and emotions
Explanation:
For instance, "Mr. Law slammed his fist on the his desk when the students didn't follow his instructions." From that action, you could infer about my character that I'm an angry individual.
The answer is indeed letter C) Miss Prism. No married man is ever attractive except to his wife.
"The Importance of Being Earnest" is a play written by Oscar Wilde. It revolves around characters who make up imaginary friends or even pretend to be other people in order to deceive those around them. The characters lie when they feel like escaping society, freeing themselves from the boring company of their friends.
"The Importance of Being Earnest" is the most famous comedy of manners of all time. A comedy of manners satirizes society, criticizing social standards and manners. There is usually a love affair or some other sort of scandal in the plot. The dialogs are full of witty remarks and sarcasm.
As for the options, letter C is the one that best supports the affirmation that this play is a comedy of manners. It's a remark made by the character Miss Prism, who has a love interest in Reverend Chasuble. She tries to convince him that he should marry, that a single man is a constant temptation to women. By marrying, according to her, he would be doing what is best for the Church. She goes on to say that older women would be a better choice (she is an older woman). Wilde probably used her character to criticize the desperation of older women of that era when it came to marriage.
Answer:
Gone With The Wind
Explanation:
Scarlett O'hara is a tough, independent character. She doesn't like people trying to boss her around and gets jealous very easily.
Answer and Explanation:
August 23
I have just returned from the National Park (name of the park, if you wish to add it). Who would have thought what was meant to be a calm morning out hiking could turn out this way? Frightening, yet inspiring.
A tiger was lurking in the shadows, beneath the tall trees, so leafy the sun could only shine through when their branches moved with the wind. There I stood, face to face with it. It did not seem to appreciate my presence there. While it saw me as a disturbance, I saw it as a threat. My body froze, but my heart did not. I has never beat so fast, so astonishingly rapidly. I bet the tiger could hear it, could sense it. The beating seemed loud even to my human, incapable ears.
The tiger began to walk toward me, slowly and heavily, its paws treading the dirt with a sort of decisiveness only a predator could possess. I readied myself to run, knowing it would be the shortest race of my life. There was no way I could escape it... unless there was. In the distance, something sounded. A gun? Thunder? I don't know. Whatever it was, it saved my life, for the tiger thought better to run away. It wanted to avoid whatever had caused the sound, whereas I wanted to thank it.
I'm lying in bed while I write this... hands still trembling. Still, my bed has never felt so comfortable. The shaky movement of my hands is nothing but a sign that I'm still alive.
NOTE: I got a bit carried away while writing. This has more than 80 words, so feel free to edit it.
