She had the quickest fancy, a gift like her brother's, for the tune of words. Like him, she had a taste for the theatre. She stood at the stage door; she wanted to act, she said. Men laughed in her face. The manager—a fat, loose-lipped man—guffawed. He bellowed something about poodles dancing and women acting—no woman, he said, could possibly be an actress. He hinted—you can imagine what. She could get no training in her craft. Could she even seek her dinner in a tavern or roam the streets at midnight? Yet her genius was for fiction and lusted to feed abundantly upon the lives of men and women.

–A Room of One’s Own,
Virginia Woolf

How does the writer use text structure to develop the central idea of inequality?

by presenting the girl’s problem and how she solves the dilemma
by making a comparison between the girl and her brother
by repeating emotionally charged questions that are not meant to be answered
by overstating the actions of the theatre manager

Read this sentence. the table was given to lexi by her grandmother. which of the following revises this sentence to include another prepositional phrase? the table in the kitchen was given to lexi by her grandmother. the table was given to lexi by her beloved grandmother. the table was given to lexi by her grandmother ruth. the wooden table was given to lexi by her grandmother. submit skip save and close

What does this dialogue reveal about louise? she follows some of the spiritual ideas of the pueblo people. she is a devout follower of the catholic church. she often turns to father paul for support and guidance. she wants teofilo to receive his last rites from father paul.

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.