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I have a feeling this is going to take some discussion between yellowl and pink because I love them both
In <em>W.W. Jacobs' "The Monkey's Paw,"</em> I think that the power of the paw depends on the superstitious nature of the person who possesses it.
There is a process to the way faith works. One needs to believe first. Faith is the <em>foundation of miracles</em>. If the Sergeant-major Morris does not believe in the Monkey Paw, it cannot produce any fruit by itself. After all, the holy fakir only imbued the paw with its magic vigor.
The sergeant-major also uses his faith in the <em>power of the paw</em> to convince the Whites to make their wishes, which came through. <em>One must believe that God exists before one can experience His overwhelming presence</em>.
<em>The Monkey's Paw" by W. W. Jacobs</em> teaches that the human race should not toy with supernatural powers.
Thus, conscientiousness should come before <em>making a wish</em> since it may come true.
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Understanding slope means understanding two things: steepness and direction. In math, steeper means bigger so the slope of that line is bigger than the slope of the second skater's line. ... You may also notice that the skaters are going down the ramp from the left to the right.
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Hospitality is mentioned many times in Odysseus. It is known as xenia in the poem. One notable example is.
Here is a poor man come, a wanderer,
driven by want to beg his bread, and everyone
in hall gave bits, to cram his bag—only
Antinous threw a stool, and banged his shoulder
The lines show Odysseus disguised as a beggar and shares his bread with another beggar in a weird way because he had to defeat him in order to eat. However, Odysseus does not kill the old man and even shows his hospitality.
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Here is a poor man come, a wanderer, driven by want to beg his bread, and everyone in hall gave bits, to cram his bagÑonly Antinous threw a stool, and banged his shoulder "Suppose Athena's arm is over us, and Zeus her father's, must I rack my brains for more?" "The cruel belly, can you hide its ache? How many bitter days it brings!" Odysseus only shook his head, containing thoughts of bloody work, as he walked on, then sat, and dropped his loaded bag again upon the door sill.
