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shaun is eating at a restaurant. arrange the events in order to describe shaun’s sensory responses as his meal was served.
shaun’s olfactory receptors recognized the smell of food.
shaun was served the spicy food he ordered.
shaun’s neurons carried the signal from his nose to his brain.
shaun’s taste receptors sent the signal to his brain.
shaun’s taste receptors recognize the taste of pepper.
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there is a sequence and logical steps to give an answer of a trouble.

1) strategy is necessary to develop an project idea.

2) to study and know the environment where you are going to work ( ecosystem).

3)   the materials resources to built the ideas.

4) to give a priority order in the context that you study. in this case human needs.

the correct answer is b:

romeo and company are going to sneak in through the back.  

romeo was depressed because he wanted to try to forget about rosaline and be happy again. so mercutio told him to just go and have fun. and they sneak through the back because capuleto and montague families were enemies.

when connie willis was 12 years old, her mother died. in january of 2003, willis was interviewed for locus magazine. she recognized that death is a major issue in her writing, specially because the vacuous and appalling things that people tend to say in order to support you when someone you loved dies. what really saved willis was reading. books, literature, are not false. poetry tells the truth (as dickinson said: "tell al the truth but tell it slant"). it's not a escape from reality, but a nigromantic experience where whe can talk to people that exist no more. that's the definition that connie willis gives in her novel "passage": «(literature) it's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! ». enrique vila-matas has figured out the esence of literary experience when he said in a lecture that he intends to have his revenge against life (and death), because to write (and to read) is a form of living and a way to remember. i like in that sense the idea of not leting anything human to get lost. i feel fiction and poetry as the shapes of an ancient anger. like in the poem from dylan thomas: «do not go gentle into that good night / rage, rage against the dying of the light».

but there is another aspect that i have learned from connie willis's quote. in his famous work "danubio", the italian writer claudio magris describes literature as house removals. some messages reach us, other messages get lost in the labyrinth. those messages which are our inheritance teach us how to live and how to die, how to love and how to hate, how to laugh and how to cry. i think that tales really shape us if we listen to them. maybe through the stories we read we learn how to emphatize with others, knowing that the bells tolls for every each of us.