Which quotation most effectively expresses the concept that Douglass wanted to learn to read and write, even though it would bring him misery? "In moments of agony, I envied my fellow-slaves for their stupiity. I have often wished myself a beast."

"The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in everything."

"As I read and contemplated the subject, behold! that very discontentment which Master Hugh had predicted would follow my learning to read had already come, to torment and sting my soul to unutterable anguish."

"I preferred the condition of the meanest reptile to my own. Anything, no matter what, to get rid of thinking!"

Read the sentence. on days when i go jogging in the morning, my mind seems to process ideas faster, and my mood is more positive. how does the underlined clause add variety and meaning to the sentence? select two options. it describes the days being discussed. it makes readers want to go jogging. it creates a compound-complex sentence. it adds detail about the speaker's personality. it explains why jogging is beneficial. save and exit next submit mark this and retum

Either you must stop eating my food from the refrigerator or you must pay me for it. 8. what type of conjunction is used in the sentence?

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