<span>There is some truth to
this myth backed up by science explanation. A snake’s nervous system will still
be functional for approximately 10 to 12 hours after they are pronounced dead.
So probably that is where the myth or saying “a snake wont die til the sun goes
down” came from. Because 10 to 12 hours is enough time from the morning for the
sun to set down, and the nervous system will be completely dysfunctional and
only will be then that the snake is truly dead. So the best way to ensure the
snake does not bite you or attack you is to kill it, cut off its head and bury
it so that its nervous system will be readily dysfunctional.</span>
Answer:
Socratic Questioning
Clarifying concepts.
Probing assumptions.
Probing rationale, reasons and evidence.
Questioning viewpoints and perspectives.
Probing implications and consequences.
Questioning the question.
Explanation:
Espero que esto pueda ayudar señor / señora
Part A: Love is grander and more enduring than what it is often compared to.
Part B: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
Answer:
Explanation:
Photography has garnered more and more popularity and increase in focus recent years with the several refinements and multiple improvement in the prowess of digital cameras, development of several powerful mobile camera applications and the camera technology of smartphones forming a more central role in determining it's market value. All this changes could be attributed in large part to the the central role played by cameras in the social media sphere. The focus on visuals in social media is clearly evidenced as camera options capable of taking photo shots, videos with the option to edit and add filters and visual enhancement is now embedded in social media applications.
<span>Squire
With him there was his son, a youthful squire,
A lover and a lusty bachelor,
With locks well curled, as if they'd laid in press.
Some twenty years of age he was, I guess.
In stature he was of an average length,
Wondrously active, aye, and great of strength.
He'd ridden sometime with the cavalry
In Flanders, in Artois, and Picardy,
And borne him well within that little space
In hope to win thereby his lady's grace.
Prinked out he was, as if he were a mead,
All full of fresh-cut flowers white and red.
Singing he was, or fluting, all the day;
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
Short was his gown, with sleeves both long and wide.
Well could be sit on horse, and fairly ride.
He could make songs and words thereto indite,
Joust, and dance too, as well as sketch and write.
So hot he loved that, while night told her tale,
He slept no more than does a nightingale.
Courteous he, and humble, willing and able,
And carved before his father at the table.</span>
