This character does not fulfill the characteristics of a tragic hero. He is not good to his people and he does not save anybody. Instead he treats them unkindly and flees his kingdom. Even though his story is tragic, I would not consider him a tragic hero.
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A preview is an advance of something that has not yet been released to the general public in its full form.
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A preview of harry potter and the sorcerers stone would be the following:
Harry Potter lives with his uncles who treat him like a servant and make him live in poor conditions. On his birthday, Harry learns that his parents are wizards, and that therefore he has inherited magical powers. He must attend a famous school of magic and sorcery, where he makes friends with two young men who will become his companions on his adventure. During his first year at Hogwarts, he discovers that a malevolent and powerful wizard named Voldemort is in search of a sorcerer's stone that lengthens the life of whoever owns it. His mission is to stop this wizard and along the way he will discover shocking things about him, his past and his relationship with Voldemort.
the answer is "or"
Explanation:
the word either is used in the sentence as a clue word
I believe it is c. Sentence 4 because it states that Chimpanzees use leaves. It introduces key details to support that claim. It also asks where the second major detail in the paragraph is introduced.I hope this helped and im not sure that this is the correct answer but i believe so.
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“Irene never bothered anyone. Once the morning housework was finished, she spent the rest of the day on the sofa in her bedroom, knitting. I couldn’t tell you why she knitted so much; I think women knit when they discover that it’s a fat excuse to do nothing at all. But Irene was not like that, she always knitted necessities, sweaters for winter, socks for me, handy morning robes and bed jackets for herself. Sometimes she would do a jacket, then unravel it the next moment because there was something that didn’t please her; it was pleasant to see a pile of tangled wool in her knitting basket fighting a losing battle for a few hours to retain its shape. Saturdays I went downtown to buy wool; Irene had faith in my good taste, was pleased with the colors and never a had to be returned. I took advantage of these trips to make the rounds of the bookstores, uselessly asking if they had anything new in French literature. Nothing worthwhile had arrived in Argentina since 1939. But it’s the house I want to talk about, the house and Irene, I’m not very important. I wonder what Irene would have done without her knitting. One can reread a book, but once a pullover is finished you can’t do it over again, it’s some kind of disgrace. One day I found that the drawer at the bottom of the chiffonier, replete with mothballs, was filled with shawls, white, green, lilac. Stacked amid a great smell of camphor —it was like a shop; I didn’t have the nerve to ask her what she planned to do with them. We didn’t have to earn our living, there was plenty coming in from the farms each month, even piling up. But Irene was only interested in the knitting and showed a wonderful dexterity, and for me the hours slipped away watching her, her hands like silver sea urchins, needles flashing, and one or two knitting baskets on the floor, the balls of yarn jumping about.It was lovely
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