Answer:
'Why do you read this book alone?' I was asked.
I stumbled and mumbled.
Julius Ceasar couldn´t have been more wounded
by this simple question, sharp as a killer´s knife.
Brutus, you?
My fictional world of silence was taken apart;
to read it aloud, how?
The book on my lap, it burned;
the flame of shame.
If I could, or would, should I share?
But to exist as a social being,
would I stop to exist as myself and me,
and crumble into a humble reader,
not being able to bare
the sight of others
in the campfire´s flare.
Explanation:
Answer:
yea ngl i probably wouldn't have got this far without it.
Explanation:
I think it's hella rude cuz you don't know what that persons going through and everyone's body is different
you shouldn't judge in the first place tho cuz only God has the right to judge
Minimal eye contact would not help establish a strong ethos, as it gives the impression you are not confident in what you are talking about.
The answer is authenticity.
The statement says that Tolstoy's writings on despair are authentic because he despaired a lot in his lifetime.
