Select the correct inference of the given passage from "the cask of amontillado."

"let us go, nevertheless. the cold is merely nothing. amontillado! you have been imposed upon. and as for luchesi, he cannot distinguish sherry from amontillado."

a. luchesi does not know wines as well as fortunato.
b. montresor does not want to bother fortunato.
c. fortunato thinks himself to be a better connoisseur of wines than luchesi.
d. it is too cold to go anywhere.

Which of the following quotations reveal an omniscient point-of-view? a. "then the king got his spear in both his hands and ran toward sir mordred, crying, 'traitor, now has thy death-day come! '" b. "and the king thought that under him, far from him, was hideous deep black water; therein were all manner of serpents and worms and wild beasts, foul and horrible." c. "but when the hosts on both sides saw that sword drawn, they blew trumpets and horns and shouted grimly, and the two hosts rushed toward each other." d."then they agreed that king arthur and sir mordred should meet between their two hosts, and that each of them should bring fourteen persons with him."

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.

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