Read the excerpt from chapter 7 of Night.When at last a grayish light appeared on the horizon, it revealed a tangle of human shapes, heads sunk deeply between the shoulders, crouching, piled one on top of the other, like a cemetery covered with snow. In the early dawn light, I tried to distinguish between the living and those who were no more. But there was barely a difference. My gaze remained fixed on someone who, eyes wide open, stared into space. His colorless face was covered with a layer of frost and snow.
What are the best questions to ask to determine the author’s viewpoint? Select three options.
Read the excerpt from chapter 2 of Night.It took us a long time to recover from this harsh awakening. We were still trembling, and with every screech of the wheels, we felt the abyss opening beneath us. Unable to still our anguish, we tried to reassure each other.
Read the excerpt from chapter 7 of Night.We all got up. We all pulled our soaked blankets tighter around our shoulders. And we tried to take a few steps, to shuffle back and forth, in place.Suddenly, a cry rose in the wagon, the cry of a wounded animal. Someone had just died.Others, close to death, imitated his cry. And their cries seemed to come from beyond the grave. Soon everybody was crying. Groaning. Moaning. Cries of distress hurled into the wind and the snow.The lament spread from wagon to wagon. It was contagious. And now hundreds of cries rose at once. The death rattle of an entire convoy with the end approaching. All boundaries had been crossed. Nobody had any strength left. And the night seemed endless.
How do the underlined words and phrases affect the tone of the excerpt? Select two options.
Read the excerpt from chapter 2 of Night.We tried to reason with her, more to calm ourselves, to catch our breath, than to soothe her:"She is hallucinating because she is thirsty, poor woman . . . That's why she speaks of flames devouring her . . .”But it was all in vain. Our terror could no longer be contained. Our nerves had reached a breaking point. Our very skin was aching. It was as though madness had infected all of us. We gave up. A few young men forced her to sit down, then bound and gagged her.
Read the excerpt from chapter 2 of Night.Lying down was not an option, nor could we all sit down. We decided to take turns sitting. There was little air. The lucky ones found themselves near a window; they could watch the blooming countryside flit by.After two days of travel, thirst became intolerable, as did the heat.
Read the excerpt from chapter 7 of Night.One day when we had come to a stop, a worker took a piece of bread out of his bag and threw it into a wagon. There was a stampede. Dozens of starving men fought desperately over a few crumbs. The worker watched the spectacle with great interest.Years later, I witnessed a similar spectacle in Aden. Our ship's passengers amused themselves by throwing coins to the "natives,” who dove to retrieve them. An elegant Parisian lady took great pleasure in this game. When I noticed two children desperately fighting in the water, one trying to strangle the other, I implored the lady:"Please, don’t throw any more coins!”"Why not?” said she. "I like to give charity . . .”
Read the excerpt from chapter 7 of Night.My father had huddled near me, draped in his blanket, shoulders laden with snow. And what if he were dead, as well? I called out to him. No response. I would have screamed if I could have. He was not moving.Suddenly, the evidence overwhelmed me: there was no longer any reason to live, any reason to fight.
What is atmosphere in literature?
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