In Grendel, John Gardner uses
Which statements accurately contrast Beowulf and Grendel? Select 2 options.Both works are written in an Old English poetic style.Beowulf characterizes Grendel as bloodthirsty, but Grendel shows Grendel’s gentler side.Beowulf is sympathetic to the humans, while Grendel shows the monster’s perspective.Both works focus primarily on the hero, Beowulf.Beowulf is a contemporary version of an old tale, while Grendel is based on oral tradition.
Which words best complete the comparison of Beowulf and Grendel?Readers of Beowulf hope that Grendel will be destroyed, but readers of Grendel are most likely to
Read the excerpt from Grendel.There was nothing to stop the advance of man. Huge boars fled at the click of a harness. Wolves would cower in the glens like foxes when they caught that deadly scent. I was filled with a wordless, obscurely murderous unrest.
Which comparison of Beowulf and Grendel is most accurate?
Read the excerpt from Grendel.I was safe in my tree, and the men who fought were nothing to me, except of course that they talked in something akin to my language, which meant that we were, incredibly, related. I was sickened, if only at the waste of it: all they killed—cows, horses, men—they left to rot or burn. I sacked all I could and tried to store it, but my mother would growl and make faces because of the stink.
Read the line from Grendel.I was safe in my tree, and the men who fought were nothing to me, except of course that they talked in something akin to my language, which meant that we were, incredibly, related.
Read the line from Grendel.Hrothgar met with his council for many nights and days, and they drank and talked and prayed to their curious carved-out creatures and finally came to a decision.
Read the excerpt from Grendel.Then they would fight. Spears flying, swords whonking, arrows raining from the windows and doors of the meadhall and the edge of the woods. Horses reared and fell over screaming, ravens flew, crazy as bats in a fire, men staggered, gesturing wildly, making speeches, dying or sometimes pretending to be dying, sneaking off. Sometimes the attackers would be driven back, sometimes they’d win and burn the meadhall down, sometimes they’d capture the king of the meadhall and make his people give weapons and gold rings and cows.It was confusing and frightening, not in a way I could untangle. I was safe in my tree, and the men who fought were nothing to me, except of course that they talked in something akin to my language, which meant that we were, incredibly, related. I was sickened, if only at the waste of it: all they killed—cows, horses, men—they left to rot or burn.
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