Answer:
I believe the safest choice is letter A. the failure of language to convey the truth of experience.
Explanation:
We might be, at first, tempted to choose letter C concerning labels imposed by men that restrict a woman's life. After all, there is much of feminism in Faulkner's "As I Lay Dying"'s narrator, Addie Bundren. However, the passage we are analyzing here and the context which surrounds it show that<u> Addie's indeed discussing the inadequacy of words to describe experiences. </u>
She sees language as something invented, something built with the purpose of explaining an experience, a feeling. However, she does not think words are effective. Motherhood is only a word, a group of letters and sounds that tries to summarize what the experience of being a mother is. But the experience in itself is much fuller, much richer than the idea that word can ever convey. The same happens to other words, feelings, experiences. As Addie says, <em>"That was when I learned that words are no good; that words don’t ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn’t care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had fear; pride, who never had the pride."</em>
I believe it is safe, then, to choose letter A. the failure of language to convey the truth of experience.
1.someone fell and they can’t get up because they hurt their legs and it hurts for them
2.someone can’t seem to figure out a question on homework/test
thats all i got
I would want to rest and do things I want to do. If you take and arrange everything in advance then you will worry if you have everything or not. I would want to watch Tv and hang out with friends. There is a lot more to life than organizing stuff and waiting for that something to happen. Relax and enjoy yourself.
The lines that describe the decline and fall of the city are the following:
- These wall-stones are wondrous — calamities crumpled them, these city-sites crashed, the work of giants corrupted.
- The roofs have rushed to earth, towers in ruins.
- The halls of the city once were bright: there were many bath-houses, a lofty treasury of peaked roofs, many troop-roads, many mead-halls filled with human-joys until that terrible chance changed all that.
- Days of misfortune arrived—blows fell broadly—
death seized all those sword-stout men—their idol-fanes were laid waste —the city-steads perished.
- This place has sunk into ruin, been broken into heaps,
