It's very choppy and does not flow to well, but I hope it inspires you to write something of your own that would be better.
As a young man entering a serious world, I, Peter Rose, had learned to become serious. The world was cold and so was I; a match made in the depths of hell. Never, as a working man, had I noticed the blue skies outside my office window, nor could I smell the sweet aroma of croissants in the bakery I would pass on my walk home, and not once I had a heard the beautiful singing of my neighbors' daughter through the thin walls of the apartments. With a serious heart, I knew no joy. Forgetting my memories of fun in the park with friends, rushes of adrenaline from amusement park rides, peace and serenity given to me through a cup of tea and a good book to read, and the love I had given to a girl back home, I only knew the stoic emotions and numbness. Life was all hard work and nothing more-- until I lost my mother, a woman full of emotions and excitement.
"Death is dreadful, my dear son," she said to me with eyes full of contentment. "but do not focus on the strict sense of it. Focus instead on the enjoyments of life, for life is serious, yet free. Appreciate life." Holding her cold hand, I promised to her, "So, then, I shall remember to live. It is what I owe."
Though it had been hard for me, I kept my promise to her, never forgetting to live life. The past years have been a journey of sense and emotion to me as I gaze at the bright blue skies through my office window, smell and taste the pastries in the cheerful bakery that I spend time at telling stories of wonder to other customers after a day's hard work, and enjoy the voice of the little woman next door-- whose concerts I attend in the good company of her parents. I have reconnected with old friends with whom I take to parks for some good fun, and I have reconnected with my old love, the girl back at home who now is my wife. Life is wonderful, though death is serious and I mourn my mother still, however, it is my loss that has brought me joy in the end.
The answer is B: His encounter with Poseidon, who holds a grudge against Odysseus for blinding his son, presents the severest confrontation for the hero.
Odysseus, after being a decisive character in winning the war at Troy, has to return home by sea, but having blinded Poseidon´s son, Polyphemus, he is forced to face the rage and anger of the god of the sea. Poseidon then sets all kinds of obstacles for Odysseus making his travels perilous and long, to a point where, out of all his crew memebers, Odysseus is the only one who makes it back home alive.
some people have the same problems as people in a book and so thats why they explain peoples lives to know that your not the only one going through things and some people dont like hearing other people's life story's because it might remind them of someone they cared about who is gone or anything like that.
Washington Irving's short story "The Adventure of The Mysterious Picture" is a part of the collection of short stories compiled in the book "Tales of A Traveler, By Geoffrey Crayon, Gent". This book consists of four parts, of which this story of the mysterious picture is from "Part I: Strange Stories By A Nervous Gentleman".
The story is about a traveler, our narrator who had been invited to be a part of a group of other men to stay at a mansion owned by one of their friends. There, the discussion about ghosts and haunted places led to the host of the house to declare that one of the rooms is indeed haunted. But without revealing which room it was, he said it will all be revealed in the morning, when they can see who the "her" of the night will be. The room that the narrator got had a picture that seems to be with some supernatural effects for he feels uncomfortable and even begins to think that it is this room that was mentioned. During the night, the narrator couldn't sleep so he went downstairs and slept on the sofa. This particular passage given in the question is from that scene where he had gone to sleep on the sofa. Irving quickens the pace of the story to build or provide more suspense.
