Excerpt of The Grapes of Wrath:
And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and
they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have
come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the
fruit-and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains.
And the smell of rot fills the country.
The answer is A.
The narrator mainly feels bitter toward those he interacts with in town.
The 20th century opened with great hope but also with some apprehension<span>, for the new century marked the final approach to a new millennium. For many, humankind was entering upon an unprecedented era. </span>H.G. Wells<span>’s utopian studies, the aptly titled </span>Anticipations of the Reaction of Mechanical and Scientific Progress upon Human Life and Thought<span> (1901) and </span>A Modern Utopia<span> (1905), both captured and qualified this optimistic mood and gave expression to a common </span>conviction<span> that science and technology would transform the world in the century ahead. To achieve such transformation, outmoded institutions and ideals had to be replaced by ones more suited to the growth and liberation of the human spirit. </span>
Answer:
I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium—the bitter lapse into everyday life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.
A group of similar things or people positioned or occurring closely together
