I have a brief story to tell of a day which I always remember and cherish during which I found out something very important about myself and my values in life. It happened when I was coming home from high school on my fisherman friends boat (we had to take a bus, then take a boat and then walk to get home). I was also a fisherman's son who also had worked on the fishing boat of my dad. But whereas my friend was in the general non-university program, I was in the university entrance program so I had aspirations for higher education. As we approached the float of my friend's house, I put down my briefcase with all my homework and jumped down onto the float with a line to help tie it up. Then when I looked up, my friend handed me my briefcase. This felt so good, that I was not forgetting my humble background and not acting superior but being what I was- a fisherman's son basically and primarily and secondarily a potential university student and that my friend appreciated my action.
This dire feeling was inspired by the sight of the House of Usher itself. The excerpt is from the very first paragraph of the story, at which moment we have no idea who the Ushers are, what's wrong with their house (or them), or even who the narrator is. We just get to find out how it made him feel. It infused him with gloom, bleakness, and depression so great that he couldn't comprehend it or understand its cause. This feeling has two functions: it foreshadows that something bad is about to happen at this house, and it builds suspense by signaling to the reader that the house itself is haunted or cursed in some other way - almost as if it had a soul and will of its own.
Answer:I think it’s b
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Pls correct me if I’m wrong
