Signed Gerald, I'm sincere This year I'm in here
I'll spell it out to make things clear
Meanwhile your end's near
I've got a lane and I'm in gear
You people wonder who's next up
That conve. rsation really ends here
You rapp. ers just talk a bunch
Stress me out, I chop a dutch
Weak rappers tryna bite the sound
But my style is a lot to munch
I'm more like whiskey neat
And you're more like vod. ka punch
G's do. pe, he might blow up
Think I know, I've got a hunch
On my side it's authentic
You try to stunt but it's all rented
But you're do. pe you got a bad ch. ick
Yeah, cool br. o we all get it
She wears a ring, came through without it
You really think she stay true? I doubt it
'Cause I'm fu. c.king your girl. fri. end
And there's nothing you can do about it

Which type of characterization is used in the excerpt to reveal claire’s character traits? indirect, direct, both or neither

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

When the telephone rings incessantly, what is it that the men want to have happen? they want the phone to be answered because it is jangling their nerves. they want mr. frank to go to the office and answer it because they are afraid it might be bad news. they want mr. frank to go to the office because they think it might be miep. they want mr frank to ignore the phone.