2. As I hurried towards my apartment, I could hear my dog, Ringo, howling. “Oh
no!" I thought. "Mr. Jenson is going to be so mad." Mr. Jenson was the cranky
man who lived next door and was always complaining to my mom. It seemed
as if he were always knocking on our door to tell us to turn down our TV or walk
more quietly. It didn't matter how low we kept the TV or how quietly we walked,
he always seemed to be complaining. With Ringo making so much noise, Mr.
Jenson would finally have a real reason to complain.

What is the point of view for this story

Provide at least two quotes from the play romeo and juliet to show that the characters’ differences did or did not define them.

Which describes the effect the use of figurative language has on the tone of this excerpt? select all that apply

In this excerpt from "quality" by john galsworthy, which two parts clearly indicate the literary point of view of the essay? that tenement had a certain quiet distinction; there was no sign upon its face that he made for any of the royal family—merely his own german name of gessler brothers; and in the window a few pairs of boots. i remember that it always troubled me to account for those unvarying boots in the window, for he made only what was ordered, reaching nothing down, and it seemed so inconceivable that what he made could ever have failed to fit. had he bought them to put there? that, too, seemed inconceivable. he would never have tolerated in his house leather on which he had not worked himself. besides, they were too beautiful—the pair of pumps, so inexpressibly slim, the patent leathers with cloth tops, making water come into one's mouth, the tall brown riding boots with marvellous sooty glow, as if, though new, they had been worn a hundred years. those pairs could only have been made by one who saw before him the soul of boot—so truly were they prototypes incarnating the very spirit of all foot-gear. these thoughts, of course, came to me later, though even when i was promoted to him, at the age of perhaps fourteen, some inkling haunted me of the dignity of himself and brother. for to make boots—such boots as he made—seemed to me then, and still seems to me, mysterious and wonderful.