What is the definition of perspective?
Read the stanza from "Sonnet in Primary Colors” by Rita Dove.Each night she lay down in pain and roseto the celluloid butterflies of her Beloved Dead,Lenin and Marx and Stalin arrayed at the footstead.And rose to her easel, the hundred dogs pantinglike children along the graveled walks of the garden, Diego’slove a skull in the circular windowof the thumbprint searing her immutable brow.
Which excerpts from "Two Kinds” show a connection between conflict and culture? Select two options.
How are prefixes and suffixes alike? Select two options.
Read the excerpt from Pygmalion and Galatea by Josephine Preston Peabody.He drew near in wonder and delight, and felt, instead of the chill air that was wont to wake him out of his spell, a gentle warmth around her, like the breath of a plant. He touched her hand, and it yielded like the hand of one living! Doubting his senses, yet fearing to reassure himself, Pygmalion kissed the statue.In an instant the maiden’s face bloomed like a waking rose, her hair shone golden as returning sunlight; she lifted her ivory eyelids and smiled at him. The statue herself had awakened, and she stepped down from the pedestal, into the arms of her creator, alive!There was a dream that came true.Read the excerpt from Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw.LIZA [defiantly non-resistant]. . . . Aha! Now I know how to deal with you. What a fool I was not to think of it before! You can’t take away the knowledge you gave me. You said I had a finer ear than you. And I can be civil and kind to people, which is more than you can. Aha! That’s done you, Henry Higgins, it has. Now I don’t care that [snapping her fingers] for your bullying and your big talk. I’ll advertize it in the papers that your duchess is only a flower girl that you taught, and that she’ll teach anybody to be a duchess just the same in six months for a thousand guineas. Oh, when I think of myself crawling under your feet and being trampled on and called names, when all the time I had only to lift up my finger to be as good as you, I could just kick myself.HIGGINS [wondering at her]. . . . By George, Eliza, I said I’d make a woman of you; and I have. I like you like this.LIZA. Yes: you turn round and make up to me now that I’m not afraid of you, and can do without you.
Which phrase best describes conflicting perspective in a literary text?
Read the definitions.bio = life anthrop = human micro- = small meteoro = high in the air -logy = study of
Read the definitions. shear = v., to cut sheer = adj., thin soar = v., to fly at a great height sore = adj., feeling pain
Read the definition.censorcen·sor[Latin censor, the Roman magistrate tasked with registering Roman citizens]noun1. a person who supervises conduct and moralsverb1. to examine something in order to suppress it2. to delete anything considered objectionablesensorsen·sor[Latin sentire, "to perceive”]noun1. a device that responds to a physical stimulus and transmits an impulse in response
What is an adaptation?
Read the passage from "Marriage Is a Private Affair” by Chinua Achebe. This passage is a conversation between a father named Okeke and his adult son, Nnaemeka. In the passage, Okeke speaks first."Whose daughter is she, anyway?”"She is Nene Atang.”"What!” All the mildness was gone again. "Did you say Neneataga, what does that mean?”"Nene Atang from Calabar. She is the only girl I can marry.” This was a very rash reply and Nnaemeka expected the storm to burst. But it did not. His father merely walked away into his room. This was most unexpected and perplexed Nnaemeka. His father’s silence was infinitely more menacing than a flood of threatening speech. That night the old man did not eat.When he sent for Nnaemeka a day later he applied all possible ways of dissuasion. But the young man’s heart was hardened, and his father eventually gave him up as lost."I owe it to you, my son, as a duty to show you what is right and what is wrong. Whoever put this idea into your head might as well have cut your throat. It is Satan’s work.” He waved his son away.
Read the passage from "Marriage Is a Private Affair" by Chinua Achebe. In this passage, Nnaemeka speaks first, and Nene speaks second."Yes. They are most unhappy if the engagement is not arranged by them. In our case it’s worse—you are not even an Ibo.”This was said so seriously and so bluntly that Nene could not find speech immediately. In the cosmopolitan atmosphere of the city it had always seemed to her something of a joke that a person’s tribe could determine whom he married.At last she said, "You don’t really mean that he will object to your marrying me simply on that account? I had always thought you Ibos were kindly disposed to other people.”"So we are. But when it comes to marriage, well, it’s not quite so simple. And this,” he added, "is not peculiar to the Ibos. If your father were alive and lived in the heart of Ibibio-land he would be exactly like my father.”"I don’t know. But anyway, as your father is so fond of you, I’m sure he will forgive you soon enough. Come on then, be a good boy and send him a nice lovely letter . . .”"It would not be wise to break the news to him by writing. A letter will bring it upon him with a shock. I’m quite sure about that.”
Read the excerpt from Pygmalion and Galatea by Josephine Preston Peabody.Day after day the ivory maiden looked down at him silently, and he looked back at her until he felt that he loved her more than anything else in the world. He thought of her no longer as a statue, but as the dear companion of his life; and the whim grew upon him like an enchantment. He named her Galatea, and arrayed her like a princess; he hung jewels about her neck, and made all his home beautiful and fit for such a presence.Read the excerpt from Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw.MRS. HIGGINS. Be quiet, Henry. Colonel Pickering: don’t you realize that when Eliza walked into Wimpole Street, something walked in with her?PICKERING. Her father did. But Henry soon got rid of him.MRS. HIGGINS. It would have been more to the point if her mother had. But as her mother didn’t something else did.PICKERING. But what?MRS. HIGGINS [unconsciously dating herself by the word] A problem.PICKERING. Oh, I see. The problem of how to pass her off as a lady.HIGGINS. I’ll solve that problem. I’ve half solved it already.MRS. HIGGINS. No, you two infinitely stupid male creatures: the problem of what is to be done with her afterwards.HIGGINS. I don’t see anything in that. She can go her own way, with all the advantages I have given her.
Read the passage from "Two Kinds.”In spite of these warning signs, I wasn't worried. Our family had no piano and we couldn't afford to buy one, let alone reams of sheet music and piano lessons. So I could be generous in my comments when my mother bad-mouthed the little girl on TV."Play note right, but doesn't sound good! No singing sound," complained my mother."What are you picking on her for?" I said carelessly. "She's pretty good. Maybe she's not the best, but she's trying hard." I knew almost immediately I would be sorry I said that."Just like you," she said. "Not the best. Because you not trying." She gave a little huff as she let go of the sound dial and sat down on the sofa.The little Chinese girl sat down also to play an encore of "Anitra's Dance" by Grieg. I remember the song, because later on I had to learn how to play it.
Read the poem "Sonnet in Primary Colors” by Rita Dove.
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