Answer:
"she expressed<em> them </em>imperfectly”
Explanation:
The speaker is not complying with concord. Her reference is ,realised by <em>them</em>, ambiguous. <em>Them</em> lacks any reference if we move backwards in the excerpt. We may assume <em>them</em> refers to what she had to say,but <em>it</em> shoudl have been used , instead. However, <em>them</em> may refer to <em>thoughts</em> that comes later in the excerpt:"She expressed<em> them</em> imperfectly her thoughts were imperfect.", in these sentences ,which are not coherently linked , we infer that <em>them</em> is referring to <em>thoughts.</em>
Answer:
Nature is those things acquired by genetic or hereditary influences. Nurture on the other hand is those things that are influenced by the environment we live in. ... An example of this debate is whether high blood pressure and obesity is a health risk that is passed genetically from parent to child.
Answer:
I think that the tone of Orwell’s essay progressively changes. In the beginning of the essay, Orwell’s tone is almost lecturing, telling us what’s wrong with the English language and how to fix.
Miss Stephanie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over her azaleas. It was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk toward a man approaching in the distance. The man waved, and the children raced each other to him.
It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishingpole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention.
It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose’s. The boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day’s woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive.
Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog.Summer, and he watched his children’s heart break. Autumn again, and Boo’s children needed him.
<span>Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.</span>
