Fill in the blanks: a. Ronaldo is (a, an, the) famous footballer.
b. That was (a, an, the) important day in history.
c. He can play (a, an, the) guitar well.
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Multiple ! in this excerpt from act i, scene vi, of macbeth, duncan praises the atmosphere in the castle and the hospitality of his hostess. identify two reasons that these comments are ironic. duncan: this castle hath a pleasant seat: the air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle sense. . . (enter lady macbeth.) duncan: see, see, our honour'd hostess! — the love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we as love. herein i teach you how you shall bid god ild us for your pains, and us for your trouble. he will meet his death in the castle, which he considers a pleasant place. his praise for inverness and his hostess, lady macbeth, is deceptive. duncan secretly plans to give macbeth's title to donalbain. the hostess he praises is actually plotting his murder.

Read this excerpt from wheels of change by sue macy.that said, it's hard to grasp the full extent of the bicycle's impact on americans in the late 19th century—particularly female americans. imagine a population imprisoned by their very clothing; the stiff corsets, heavy skirts, and voluminous petticoats that made it difficult to take a deep breath, let alone exercise. add to that the laws and social conventions that cemented a man's place as head of the household and holder of the purse strings. how suffocated women must have felt. and how liberated they must have been as they pedaled their wheels toward new horizons.what is the central idea of the excerpt

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.