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Read this excerpt from "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe. Then fill in the blanks in the paragraph that follows.
TRUEI - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my
senses - not destroyed -- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I
heard many things in hell. How, then, am i mad? Hearkenl and observe how healthily -- how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion
there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his
eyel yes, it was this. He had the eye of a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so
by degrees -- very gradually -- I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
In these opening lines, the reader is presented with a narrator who wants to kill "the old man" because of his eye. The author uses the
lines to present a
conflict. Based on this excerpt, this stage of the plot is most likely to occur in .

"the bane of the internet" is written in first-person subjective point of view, so the narrator a) tells the story as it is happening b)tells the story as it is happened in the past c)is a minor character who tells the story as it is happening d)none of the above

What theme is the main theme of this excerpt from the metal pig by hans christian andersen? in the garden of the grand duke's palace under the roof of one of the wings were a thousand roses bloom in winter, a little ragged boy had been sitting the whole day long. the boy might serve as a type of italy lovely and smiling and yet suffering. he was hungry and thirsty but no one gave him anything and when it became dark and they were about to close the gardens, the porter turned him out. a long time he stood musing on the bridge which crosses the arno and looking at the glittering stars that were reflected in the water which flowed between him and the wonderful marble bridge trinita. he then walked away towards the metal pig, half note down, clasped it with his arms, and, putting his mouth to the shining snout, drink deep droughts of the fresh water. close-by lay a few salad leaves into chestnuts, which register for his supper. no one was in the street but himself. it belonged only to him. he boldly seated himself on the pig's back, leaned forward so that his curly head could rest on the head of the animal, and, before he was aware, fell asleep. it was midnight. the metal pig raised himself gently, and the boy heard him say quite distinctly, hold tight little boy, for i am going to run, and way he started for most wonderful ride first they arrived at the p as the del granduca and the metal horse which bears the dukes statue made allowed

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