Which of the following is a theme in "Return of a Private"

Answer:

Theme: the devastation of war, namely the great strain felt by both Edward Smith and his family in his absence

Explanation:

How did you relate to the characters and how they were feeling in these moments? The grapes of wrath

I can't speak for anyone else,but spaghetti and meatballs are my favourite meal. I savour the flavour of Italian food whenever but it seem to me that the ability to even rustle up a simple rustic dish is becoming a lost art. That's why I was dubious when I were asked to try a new range of student saver meals from kirby farm foods what are the three subect-verb errors












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anelle and Marcus and _______ group went to the library to prepare for the presentation, but the specific book they needed wasn't _______.

they're, there
their, there
their, they're
there, their

The Importance of Being Earnest
by Oscar Wilde (excerpt)
ALGERNON: The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete
impossibility!
JACK: That wouldn't be at all a bad thing.
ALGERNON: Literary criticism is not your forte, my dear fellow. Don't try it. You should leave that to people who haven't been at a University. They do
it so well in the daily papers. What you really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced
Bunburyists I know.
JACK: What on earth do you mean?
ALGERNON: You have invented a very useful younger brother called Ernest, in order that you may be able to come up to town as often as you like. I
have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose. Bunbury
is perfectly invaluable. If it wasn't for Bunbury's extraordinary bad health, for instance, I wouldn't be able to dine with you at Willis's to-night, for
have been really engaged to Aunt Augusta for more than a week.
Select the correct answer.
Based on the context of the passage, what is a Bunburyist?
OA.
someone who creates an imaginary person
OB. a guardian who neglects his responsibilities
OC.
a person whose health changes with their location
OD
a friend with whom you can share secrets

HELP!!!!! Read these lines from the poem "Playing Robinson Crusoe." Ana will rub my knees with her head, Pretending she loves me hard; But the very minute I go to my bed Ana runs out in the yard. Which word best describes the tone in these lines from "Playing Robinson Crusoe"?

A expectant

B disappointed

C fickle

D mocking

what does it mean dosage????

Translate into English.

1) У мене є гарні новини для тебе.

2) Ти можеш купити овочі для салату?

3) У нього немає книг, які тобі потрібні.

4) Я завжди додаю трохи молока до кави.

5) Діти грали з м’ячем на подвір’ї, а жінки спостерігали за ними.

6) У мене для тебе є плитка шоколаду та трохи коли.

7) Скільки цукру нам потрібно для того, щоб приготувати торт?

8) Ці джинси замалі для тебе.

9) Учора я витратила трохи грошей на їжу.

10) Вибач, у мене немає часу.

What should we do to protect the environment?

pulling up a sail is called​

Does the sentence have a compound subject? Exercise and fresh air are good for everyone.

A. Yes
B. No

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman and Theme for English B by Langston Hughes How are the two similar

Hemp help help help help please English

What inference can you make about the speaker in Passage 4?
A. The speaker separates her mind from emotional matters of the heart.
B. The speaker wants to make room in her heart for a new relationship.
C. The speaker's impatience with her heart is the result of jealousy.
D. The speaker fears she will forget this man whom she loved

which is an infinitive A. to the zoo B. to play C. to georgina

The ballerina danced gracefully across the stage as fake snow floated slowly to the floor.

Which of the following is a prepositional phrase from the sentence above?

A. across the stage
B. danced gracefully
C. floated slowly
D. the ballerina

Please help!

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Annabel is reading a story about birds, and she reads
these words:
The great blue heron flew over the water and because
it was hunting fish for dinner.
Where has she added a word in the sentence?
She added over after flew.
She added and after water.
O She added it after because.
O She added fish after hunting.

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What new weather would you like to invent?

what is the correct meaning of ghastly

How does the section "Check your mindset" contribute to the author's idea of growth and fixed mindset? Question 4 options: A) It argues against Carol Dweck's theories about mindset. B) It reminds individuals that they are in control of their mindset. C)It supports the science behind growth mindset. D) It helps parents learn how to encourage their kids.

Two students are discussing whether running or walking is better for a person's health. Which piece of evidence would best strengthen the argument that running is better for a person's health?

Which phrase from the poem is a simile?

“that courage like a rock”
“rock from New England quarried”
“I have no thing I treasure more”
“the golden brooch my mother wore”

Identify tour operator

1. "Mr. Ram leads the team"
What is the noun and function​

what is the conflict in "the horned toad prince?​

Select all of the correct answers that apply (:

Which answer sounds like a universal theme you might find in a narrative poem?

As Atticus says to his children, "...you are the product of several generations gentle breeding. . .," Scout scratches at a bedbug. This is funny and ironic, since bedbugs should not be found on a "properly clean young lady of breeding." There are several other funny or ironic facts in the two versions of Finch family and regional history presented in chapter 13. Describe any two others.

What American values does the poet emphasize in this poem? What poetic techniques does the poet use to emphasize these values? Cite evidence from the text to support your response. Five plus sentences maximum.


One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores,
peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces
of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth
across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story
told by our silent gestures moving behind windows.

My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors,
each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day:
pencil-yellow school buses, the rhythm of traffic lights,
fruit stands: apples, limes, and oranges arrayed like rainbows
begging our praise. Silver trucks heavy with oil or paper—
bricks or milk, teeming over highways alongside us,
on our way to clean tables, read ledgers, or save lives—
to teach geometry, or ring-up groceries as my mother did
for twenty years, so I could write this poem.

All of us as vital as the one light we move through,
the same light on blackboards with lessons for the day:
equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined,
the “I have a dream” we keep dreaming,
or the impossible vocabulary of sorrow that won’t explain
the empty desks of twenty children marked absent
today, and forever. Many prayers, but one light
breathing color into stained glass windows,
life into the faces of bronze statues, warmth
onto the steps of our museums and park benches
as mothers watch children slide into the day.

One ground. Our ground, rooting us to every stalk
of corn, every head of wheat sown by sweat
and hands, hands gleaning coal or planting windmills
in deserts and hilltops that keep us warm, hands
digging trenches, routing pipes and cables, hands
as worn as my father’s cutting sugarcane
so my brother and I could have books and shoes.

The dust of farms and deserts, cities and plains
mingled by one wind—our breath. Breathe. Hear it
through the day’s gorgeous din of honking cabs,
buses launching down avenues, the symphony
of footsteps, guitars, and screeching subways,
the unexpected song bird on your clothes line.

Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling,
or whispers across café tables, Hear: the doors we open
for each other all day, saying: hello /shalom,
buon giorno /howdy /namaste /or buenos días
in the language my mother taught me—in every language
spoken into one wind carrying our lives
without prejudice, as these words break from my lips.

One sky: since the Appalachians and Sierras claimed
their majesty, and the Mississippi and Colorado worked
their way to the sea. Thank the work of our hands:
weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more report
for the boss on time, stitching another wound
or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait,
or the last floor on the Freedom Tower
jutting into a sky that yields to our resilience.

One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes
tired from work: some days guessing at the weather
of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love
that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother
who knew how to give, or forgiving a father
who couldn’t give what you wanted.

We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always—home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country—all of us—
facing the stars
hope—a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it—together.

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