What conclusion can you draw about how Quindlen views America as different from other countries that are also made up of different cultures? Passage: What is the point of this splintered whole? What is the point of a nation in which Arab cabbies’ chauffeur Jewish passengers through the streets of New York--and in which Jewish cabbies chauffeur Arab passengers, too, and yet speak in theory of hatred, one for the other? What is the point of a nation in which one part seems to be always on the verge of fisticuffs with another, blacks and whites, gays and straights, left and right, Pole and Chinese and Puerto Rican and Slovenian? Other countries with such divisions have in fact divided into new nations with new names, but not this one, impossibly interwoven even in its hostilities.

subject: why anyone can be a genius.

occasion: moving forward in life.

audience: average person

purpose: to push you further in life

speaker: many famous geniuses.

here is the poem:

here is thy, and here is thee, genius is for what he can be.

poem is a matter of rhyme, but like ben frank said, life is a matter of time.

we have great inventors such as thomas edison, who said, "genius is one percent inspiration and 99% perspiration." no, no perspiration as what comes from your skeleton.

we have great minds, from places of all kinds, such as yu kaw la chi tie, (now im switching languages because yu kaw was japanese.)

てちハラスイヒイス, てちラスイヒイス

てちのちみスイヒイス.

you are a genius, well not yet, but you are capable, and that is a bet.

i cannot see any of the options

well to have a good poem you need to have it where it rymes cause if it didnt ryme it wouldnt be a poem