Dear Mr. Scrooge,
I am obliged that you have taken the time to read this letter. But, your odious feelings to Christmas has made my community very mad. I am the milliner in town and I have heard lots from women in my town! Please if you just have aspiration, maybe you might be happy and my town. Now may you have a good day and please be humble.
Mr.Milliner
Answer:
Humorous
Explanation:
Miss Lottie’s house was the most ramshackle of all our ramshackle homes. The sun and rain had long since faded its rickety frame siding from white to a sullen gray. The boards themselves seemed to remain upright not from being nailed together but rather from leaning together, like a house that a child might have constructed from cards. A brisk wind might have blown it down, and the fact that it was still standing implied a kind of enchantment that was stronger than the elements. There it stood and as far as I know is standing yet—a gray, rotting thing with no porch, no shutters, no steps, set on a cramped lot with no grass, not even any weeds—a monument to decay.
"like a house that a child might have constructed from cards. A brisk wind might have blown it down, and the fact that it was still standing implied a kind of enchantment that was stronger than the elements."
She making fun of it in a way
Answer:
is there a picture to go with it
In this excerpt, we can read the conclusion of Victor Frankenstein about science: in the 19th century, scientists pursue their studies at any personal or moral cost:
"With a confusion of ideas only to be accounted for by my extreme youth and my want of a guide on such matters, I had retrod the steps of nowledge along the paths of time and exchanged the discoveries of recent inquirers for the dreams of forgotten alchemists. Besides, I had a contempt for the uses of modern natural philosophy. It was very different when the masters of the science sought immortality and power; such views, although futile, were grand; but now the scene was changed. The ambition of the inquirer seemed to limit itself to the annihilation of those visions on which my interest in science was chiefly founded. I was required to exchange chimeras of boundless grandeur for realities of little worth.
Such were my reflections during the first two or three days of my residence at Ingolstadt, which were chiefly spent in becoming acquainted with the localities and the principal residents (..)"
When the objective of the science experiments is only the recognition, the need for making something original and spectacular, to be regarded by other scientists the results could be terrible. For example, the creation of the poor monster of Frankenstein story.
