He was bold, you could tell, not by the way he walked, talked, or even by the way he shouted at the peasants below him, but by what he was wearing. A dark, long black cloak that caught in the wind as he strutted past his enemies as they bowed before him, black goggles you could not see his eyes through, wild white locks, and shiny black boots that glistened as they caught the slivers of light shining through the night. He was incredible. He stretched out his hand to grab the powerful wand, not yet touching it, when I noticed a gaping scar on his left hand. I was so in awe that I could not stand. Would this be the end of life as we know it?
I hope this helps, this was taken from one of the stories I am currently writing. :)
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You should give credit to them, yes. You can state the source from which it came from, or the author himself. I’m going to say this is true
Answer:
i would think it is C
Explanation:
Usually, when i read something with irony, that is my reaction.
hope this helps :)
Answer:
This particular excerpt addresses the theme of honor. Brutus here implies that he will not go to Rome because of the awareness he himself holds within his 'great mind'. Within the play, Brutus's honor also becomes his weakness, due to his expectations of others to act similarly to himself.