Answer:
how does what remain ignorant?
Explanation:
Answer:
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good
Answer:
Beware the Ides of March. Men at some time are masters of their fates. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Explanation:
