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In your career as a student, you’ll encounter many different kinds of writing assignments, each with its own requirements. One of the most common is the comparison/contrast essay, in which you focus on the ways in which certain things or ideas—usually two of them—are similar to (this is the comparison) and/or different from (this is the contrast) one another. By assigning such essays, your instructors are encouraging you to make connections between texts or ideas, engage in critical thinking, and go beyond mere description or summary to generate interesting analysis: when you reflect on similarities and differences, you gain a deeper understanding of the items you are comparing, their relationship to each other, and what is most important about them.
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The lines of Satan in Book I "The mins is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven" is explained and compared below
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The line is "The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n."
The first line explains that the mins is its own place this is the place where the mind stays and works (thinks) and because mind have so much power of thinking that just by thinking the mind can change any situation, by thinking negatively a mind can change a heaven into hell and by thinking so much positively a mind can change a hell into heaven.
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Explanation:
I am not sure what you're asking maybe an example?
If so that is easy! Lets do an example for #2 "meet your friends".
Now with Past Simple Tick you just want to word it in a way where it is asking a question about the past. Not the future or present.
Non example : When are you going to meet your new online friends?
Non example : Are you meeting your friends today?
Example : Did you meet your friends yesterday?
Example : Last weekend did you meet your friends?
I hope this helps!
If you have any questions with the others let me know!
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“Poppies” Summary
It was three days before the anniversary of the end of World War I, and people had already put poppies on the graves of people who died in the war. Before you went off, I pinned one of the poppies onto the front fold of your jacket, its red petals made of creased paper covering up the strip of yellow fabric that ran along the border of your suit jacket.
I wrapped some clear tape wrapped around my hand in order to pick as many white cat hairs off of you as I could, turned your shirt collar down, and stopped faced from looking too sad and emotional. I wanted to gently rub the tip of my nose against yours, pretending to give Eskimos kisses like we did when you were a small child. I wanted to run my fingers through your black, gelled curls, but I resisted. Everything I said came out wrong, like fabric coming apart.
But I was brave and walked with you to the front door, and even swung it open it for you. To you, the world outside seemed full of wonder and opportunity, like a treasure chest. You were gone in a fraction of a second, drunk with the possibilities. After you left, I went to your bedroom and released a singing bird from its cage. Later I saw a single dove fly out of a pear tree and I followed it here, along the walls of the churchyard. My stomach was rumbling with anxiety and I wasn't dressed for the cold weather—I didn't have a hat, warm coat, scarf, or gloves.
At the top of the hill, I traced the writing on the war monument with my fingers. I leaned against the monument, making it look like it and I were two halves of a wishbone (the forked bird bone that people snap and make wishes on at meals). The dove soared freely through the air, as if it were stitching decorative embroidery across the sky. And I listened, hoping to hear your voice coming up from the playground on the wind.
I hope it's helpful!
