She couldn’t make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom—a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.

“third, all reviewers have a bias – no matter how impartial they try to be, opinions on movies are just that: opinions. this isn’t necessarily a bad thing: if you read a review by a critic that you know prefers foreign films, you know how seriously you should take his scathing critique of ironman.” according to this passage, all reviewers a. prefer foreign films c. have bias b. hated the movie ironman d. refuse to watch popular films