Excerpt from the robe of feathers japanese folktale the fisherman was out in his boat all night. he cast his net here and he cast his net there, but he caught nothing at all for his pains. it may be believed that he grew weary enough before the morning. in the cold of the dawn he brought his boat to shore and set foot on mio strand, shivering. then, so he says, a warm wind met him and blew through his garments and his hair, so that he flushed and glowed. the very sand was full of comfort to his chilly feet. upon the warm wind a fragrance was borne, cedar and vervain, and the scent of a hundred flowers. flowers dropped softly through the air like bright rain. the fisherman stretched out his hands and caught them, lotus and jessamine and pomegranate. and all the while sweet music sounded. “this is never mio strand,” cried the fisherman, bewildered, “where i have pulled my boat ashore a thousand times or flown kites upon a holiday. alack, i fear me i have sailed to the fortunate isles unawares, or come unwilling to the sea king’s garden; or very like i am dead and never knew it, and this is yomi. o yomi, land of yomi, how like thou art to mio strand, my dear home! ” after he had said this, the fisherman looked up the beach and down the beach, and he turned and saw fuji, the mountain of mountains, and then he turned and saw the deep rolling sea and knew he was at mio and no other place, and gave a long sigh. what can be reasonably deduced about the traditional culture of japan from this portion of the story? a) japanese believe in something like heaven and call it "yomi." b) "strange people" are commonly sighted by sailors in japan. c) flowers are believed to fall as rain sometimes in japan. d) the mio strand is home to most japanese.

The awnser is A)  Japanese believe in something like heaven and call it “Yomi.”

A) Japanese believe in something like Heaven and call it "Yomi".

Explanation: In this beautiful excerpt from The Robe of Feathers, we can see the description of a fisherman going fishing at night and returning to his home (Mio Strand) at dawn. When he was on his way home, he felt a warm wind, a delicious fragrance of flowers that were floating in the air, and he heard a really sweet music, and he thought that he was perhaps lost because his home was never that beautiful. He even thought he could be death and be in the Land of Yomi, so we can deduce that Yomi is a beautiful place one go when one die (like Heaven).

i think the answer would be b. games

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answer:   a good wench, give it me.

iago

good girl, give it to me.

emilia

what will you do with ’t, that you have been so earnest

325to have me filch it?

emilia

and what are you going to do with it? why did you want it so much that you begged me to steal it?

iago

  why, what is that to you?

iago

what’s it to you?

emilia

if it be not for some purpose of import,

give ’t me again. poor lady, she’ll run mad

when she shall lack it.

emilia

if you don’t need it for some important reason, then give it back to me. poor lady, she’ll go crazy when she sees it’s missing.

iago

be not acknown on ’t,

330i have use for it. go, leave me.

iago

don’t admit to knowing anything about it. i need it. now go, leave me.

exit emilia

emilia exits.

i will in cassio’s lodging lose this napkin

and let him find it. trifles light as air

are to the jealous confirmations strong

as proofs of holy writ. this may do something.

335the moor already changes with my poison.

dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons

which at the first are scarce found to distaste,

but with a little act upon the blood

burn like the mines of sulfur.

i’ll leave this handkerchief at cassio’s house and let him find it.to a jealous man, a meaningless little thing like this looks like absolute proof. this handkerchief may be useful to me. the moor’s mind has already become infected with my poisonous suggestions. ideas can be like poisons. at first they hardly even taste bad, but once they get into your blood they start burning like hot lava.

enter othello

othello enters.

    i did say so.

340look, where he comes. not poppy nor mandragora

nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

which thou owedst yesterday.

here he comes. no drugs or sleeping pills will ever give you the restful sleep that you had last night.

othello

    ha! ha! false to me?

othello

argh! she’s cheating on me?

iago

why, how now, general? no more of that.

iago

oh, general, , no more of that!

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