Read the excerpt from "Harrison Bergeron."“All of a sudden you look so tired,” said Hazel. “Why don’t you stretch out on the sofa, so’s you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows, honeybunch.” She was referring to the forty-seven pounds of birdshot in a canvas bag, which was padlocked around George’s neck. “Go on and rest the bag for a little while,” she said. “I don’t care if you’re not equal to me for a while.”George weighed the bag with his hands. “I don’t mind it,” he said. “I don’t notice it any more. It’s just a part of me.”This dialogue between George and Hazel portrays George as a
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.
Which is a compound-complex sentence?
Read the lines from The Elements of San Joaquín.When autumn rains flatten sycamore leaves,The tiny volcanos of dirtAnts raised around their holes,I should be out of work. My silverware and stack of plates will go unusedLike the old, my two good slacksWill smother under a growth of lintAnd smell of the old dustThat risesWhen the closet door opens or closes. The skin of my belly will tighten like a beltAnd there will be no reason for pockets.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
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