Read the excerpt from "the love song of j. alfred prufrock."
the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windows-panes,
the yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
and seeing that it was a soft october night,
curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
based on the excerpt, how does the narrator feel about the evening fog?

a. he believes it is stealthy and all-encompassing
b. he believes it is intrusive and deceitful
c. he believes it is soft and beautiful
d. he believes it is powerful and overwhelming

A. He believes it is stealthy and all-encompassing

In the poem, he describes the fog like a cat. It comes in quietly and ends up everywhere rubbing on the windows, getting into corners, slipping by the terrace, and sleeping about the house. There are no places that it doesn't end up. There is nothing in the poem to suggest that the fog is deceitful, beautiful, or powerful.

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

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