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the first and the last one
Explanation:
<span>C. The people are all huddled there in their running shorts, looking pretty miserable, and one after another the roofs keep falling in.
Pathos is meant to invoke pity in the audience. We see here that the author clearly know what they are doing. He/She uses words such as "huddled" and "miserable" to invoke pity and sympathy in the audience.
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You start to see in it premonitions of her suicide. as the title suggests being on the edge or having slipped off. the poem is about a" perfected woman" one who starts the read it as the poem about plath herself dead, perfect. the central figure then becomes the woman Plath thought she would become by her suicide, with a relief,and the defiance all the encompassing knowledge " she's used to this sort of thing" she then would possess as well as her frightening qualities. ( blacks crackle and drag). that in her Superior way she can take for granted although we as readers cannot I hope I get a brainiest answer on this cuz this is a really good answer to your question
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And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
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both, it's a balance between to opposite to become one