Jessica had worked for weeks on her science project, so when she won the top award she felt like Marie Curie winning the Nobel prize. It was a huge honor. What type of connection is used in this text?

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Parla you studied both a video analysis and text analysis of the poem "i hear america singing." consider how the speaker of the poem describes america as "singing. nrite a paragraph discussing the central theme of the poem, drawing information from both the video and the text. cite specific evidence from the video and text to support analysis

Mr. pontellier did not attend these soirée musicales. he considered them bourgeois, and found more diversion at the club. to madame ratignolle he said the music dispensed at her soirées was too "heavy," too far beyond his untrained comprehension. his excuse flattered her. but she disapproved of mr. pontellier's club, and she was frank enough to tell edna so. which statement best describes the point of view in the excerpt? the third-person point of view is voiced by an objective character in the story. the third-person point of view is voiced by a subjective character in the story. the third-person point of view is an omniscient observer. the third-person point of view is an observer with limited omniscience.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream