Astatement in a story seems contradictory but actually presents a deeper truth. which literary device is the author using?

Do you think that the american culture has defined what “normal” is and so our perception of chris mccandless is skewed based on that?

Iwill give brainliest banquo. how goes the night, boy? fleance. the moon is down, i have not heard the clock. banquo. and she goes down at twelve. fleance: i take't, 'tis later, sir. banquo: hold, take my sword. there's husbandry in heaven, their candles are all out. take thee that too. a heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet i would not sleep: merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose! using context clues, what is the meaning of the word "candles" and what effect does that have on the play? the night is cloudy, so no one can really see what is happening. there are no stars, which could be considered candles in heaven, so heaven cannot see the sin happening on the earth below the moon is not illuminating the heavens, so everyone up there is asleep. the candles from the surrounding countryside are all out, so macbeth can carry out the murder

This excerpt is from “the poet” by alfred, lord tennyson. the poem describes a poet's consciousness and perception. which three lines suggest the richness of a poet's thoughts? thus truth was multiplied on truth, [the world like one great garden show'd,] and thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd, rare sunrise flow'd. [and freedom rear'd in that august sunrise] her beautiful bold brow, when rites and forms before his burning eyes melted like snow. [there was no blood upon her maiden robes] sunn'd by those orient skies; but round about the circles of the globes of her keen eyes and in her raiment's hem was traced in flame wisdom, a name to shake [all evil dreams of power--a sacred name.] and when she spake, [her words did gather thunder as they ran,] and as the lightning to the thunder which follows it, riving the spirit of man, making earth wonder, so was their meaning to her words. no sword of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [ but one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word] she shook the world.