Further angered, Unferth declares that either he or Grendel will die that night in the cave. Grendel, however, says that he plans to carry Unferth back to the meadhall unscathed. Unferth swears he would rather kill himself, but Grendel points out that such an action would appear rather cowardly.
Why is Mrs. Williams clearly the guilty
party in the case?
<span>She
is married, though she is not wearing her wedding ring. Too, when the detective is questioning the
painter and cleaning lady about the blue paint used to deface the painting,
Mrs. Williams is seen biting the nails on her left hand—the hand where her
wedding ring should be. It can be
assumed that Mrs. Williams is not wearing her wedding because she got paint on
it, and she is biting her nails to remove the evidence of the blue paint that
may have been on and/or under her nails in order to remove the evidence the way
she might have done by removing a potentially paint-stained wedding ring.</span>
What motivated her to ruin the Wyeth
painting?
<span>Mrs.
Williams is angry with her husband by the way her husband treats Mrs. Williams’
family—his in-laws. In order to get back
at her husband, she for treating what she loves badly, she ruined something he
loves—fine art.</span>
Outside is the word acting like an adverb
Answer:
Mary gave up on her dream because she could not use her hands which were deteriorating.
Explanation:
Such was the impact of poet Ingrid Jonker that decades after her death in 1965, the late Nelson Mandela read her poem, The Child who Was Shot Dead by Soldiers at Nyanga, at the opening of the first democratic Parliament on 24 May 1994.
“The time will come when our nation will honour the memory of all the sons, the daughters, the mothers, the fathers, the youth and the children who, by their thoughts and deeds, gave us the right to assert with pride that we are South Africans, that we are Africans and that we are citizens of the world,” he said 20 years ago.
“The certainties that come with age tell me that among these we shall find an Afrikaner woman who transcended a particular experience and became a South African, an African and a citizen of the world. Her name is Ingrid Jonker. She was both a poet and a South African. She was both an Afrikaner and an African. She was both an artist and a human being.”
She had written the poem following a visit to the Philippi police station to see the body of a child who had been shot dead in his mother’s arms by the police in the township of Nyanga in Cape Town. It happened in the aftermath of the massacre of 69 people in Sharpeville, south of Johannesburg, in March 1960. They were marching to the police station to protest against having to carry passbooks.
