Ny. What does Brian say about his T-shirt? Complete the text by using the present simple, the
present continuous or the present perfect simple of the verbs in brackets to find out.
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(have) this Superman T-shirt for a long time, but I
not wear
(put/it/on) now because I want everyone to get the message
(hate) injustice and I (5)
(try) to help those who are
trouble Superman (6)
(be) my favourite hero since I was kid, and
(always / look up) to him. My friends sometimes (8)
(tease
me about it because they say we (9)
(not/ have) super powers to
change the world. I know I can't change the world, but I (10)
best to make it a better place. I (11)
(never / want to stand by and do
(always / want) to stand up and make a difference
(you / ever / stand up)? If you (14)
(not/do/it/yet )
you can let your T-shirt speak up for you. This is what I like about fashion
(do) my
nothing. I 12
Use the present simple, the present continuous or the present perfect simple to write
questions using the given words. Then answer them.

Which statement would you identify as being correct? a. it is important to learn the etymology of every word in a text. b. it is important to understand the etymology of every word in a text. c. it is important to study the etymology of every word in a text. d. it is important to study the etymology of some words in a text.

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

According to aristotle, what is an "artistic" proof?