Which scenario is an example of intrinsic motivation?
Read the excerpt from act 2 of A Doll's House.Nurse: What, out again? In this horrible weather? You will catch cold, ma'am, and make yourself ill.Nora: Well, worse than that might happen. How are the children?Nurse: The poor little souls are playing with their Christmas presents, but—Nora: Do they ask much for me?Nurse: You see, they are so accustomed to have their mamma with them.Nora: Yes, but, nurse, I shall not be able to be so much with them now as I was before.Nurse: Oh well, young children easily get accustomed to anything.Nora: Do you think so? Do you think they would forget their mother if she went away altogether?Nurse: Good heavens!—went away altogether?
Read the passage from A Room of One’s Own.This may be true or it may be false—who can say?—but what is true in it, so it seemed to me, reviewing the story of Shakespeare's sister as I had made it, is that any woman born with a great gift in the sixteenth century would certainly have gone crazed, shot herself, or ended her days in some lonely cottage outside the village, half witch, half wizard, feared and mocked at. For it needs little skill in psychology to be sure that a highly gifted girl who had tried to use her gift for poetry would have been so thwarted and hindered by other people, so tortured and pulled asunder by her own contrary instincts, that she must have lost her health and sanity to a certainty.
Read the excerpt from act 3 of \A Doll’s House.Helmer: Listen to her, Mrs. Linde! She had danced her Tarantella, and it had been a tremendous success, as it deserved—although possibly the performance was a trifle too realistic—a little more so, I mean, than was strictly compatible with the limitations of art. But never mind about that! The chief thing is, she had made a success—she had made a tremendous success. Do you think I was going to let her remain there after that, and spoil the effect? No, indeed! I took my charming little Capri maiden—my capricious little Capri maiden, I should say—on my arm; took one quick turn round the room; a curtsey on either side, and, as they say in novels, the beautiful apparition disappeared. An exit ought always to be effective, Mrs. Linde; but that is what I cannot make Nora understand. Pooh! this room is hot. [Throws his domino on a chair, and opens the door of his room.] Hullo! it's all dark in here. Oh, of course—excuse me—.
Which lines from the poem "Sonnet in Primary Colors” by Rita Dove provide an example of alliteration?
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