D. Activating Background knowledge
<span>“Recessional” is actually a poem written by the author Rudyard Kipling. And based on the words above taken from this poem, the idea that is being expressed here is that courage is all-important. The answer to this would be the third option. Hope this helps.</span>
The quote is also important in another way, which can't be understood unless we know that Dix Hill is a psychiatric hospital. Brother is saying that if somebody had heard their "crazy" stories, they would have believed they were crazy, too, and sent them for psychiatric therapy
<h3>What is Dix Hill in The Scarlet Ibis?</h3>
Dix Hill, it so transpires, is the standard name for Dorothea Dix Hospital, a psychiatric hospital in Raleigh, North Carolina. It's not likely that Brother would be referencing a psychiatric hospital above of his state, so we can be fairly certain the location is North Carolina.
<h3>What killed Doodle in The Scarlet Ibis?</h3>
Unlike the ibis, Doodle doesn't die because he's been in a hurricane. He overexerts himself rowing, then overexerts himself more by running, and then gets scared when Brother abandons him in the storm. He is in a storm, but he most likely dies as a result of his soul condition.
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Modernist writers may have perceived the word and chaotic IN the early part of the 20th century due to many different event. these included thing such as revolt and rebellions, and World War 1 many of which disrupted lives and caused great loss
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The clouds stretched across the sky and they looked so fake yet somehow they were real. That day, I wasn't feeling anything in particular perhaps, I was having mood swings. The darkness tends to cause some sort of sadness within myself and today there was no sun. No sun, just clouds that stretched all the way to China and back. They made me feel like a little person but I remembered that, <em>it's a small world</em>. Nobody was thinking of me at that moment yet I wasn't thinking about anyone either. I felt common, not rare, just common. It seemed that nothing I could do would ever make a change in this world we call home. A song was replaying in my head the lyrics waning in crescendo, "Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, i'm such a fool." What more could I need to feel so lost within my thoughts than being alone with them. I looked up at the roof which extended far, almost too far reminding me of why I chose to live in a mansion. Well, actually I'm not sure why I chose to live in a mansion by myself. As I thought to myself, I only conjured sad thoughts. I felt like crying but only then I would be feeling bad for myself. <em>Rich people aren't supposed to be sad? Not like this aren't they? </em>I wanted to believe that, be like them, everybody else but it was something that I couldn't be. Rich was just a word but It can't describe how I felt. It just described who I was in an aspect of wealth. All alone, I sat in my chair rocking back and forth looking through the isolated and strangely large circular window. Clouds among clouds among more clouds stretching a seemingly endless route. I wish I was up there so I could feel the weightlessness that I so longlessly dreamed about. The weightlessness that brought no sadness, stress, or struggles. Down here I was merely a weight on the world, being of no use to anyone or anything, maybe even a diamond in the rough but if my uniqueness showed then maybe I would actually have potential. Still, that sounded very unlikely. I couldn't honor my myself but the weightlessness of the clouds could. Above those clouds only then would I see the sun once again. How happy would I be? Eternally happy. Only the clouds could make me happy because they looked so fake yet they were real<em> just like myself. </em>
