Aria walked down a trail into a valley. V ( d ) V(d)V, left parenthesis, d, right parenthesis models Aria's vertical distance from the top of the valley (in kilometers) after walking d dd kilometers along the trail. What does the statement V ( 3 ) < 3 V(3)<3V, left parenthesis, 3, right parenthesis, is less than, 3 mean? Choose 1 Choose 1 (Choice A) A When Aria's vertical distance from the top of the valley was 3 km 3 km3, start text, space, k, m, end text, the distance she had walked along the trail was less than 3 km 3 km3, start text, space, k, m, end text. (Choice B) B The time it took Aria to walk 3 km 3 km3, start text, space, k, m, end text is shorter than the time it took her to be at a vertical distance of 3 km 3 km3, start text, space, k, m, end text. (Choice C) C When Aria had walked 3 km 3 km3, start text, space, k, m, end text along the trail, her vertical distance from the top of the valley was less than 3 km 3 km3, start text, space, k, m, end text.

Ron works for a large american company that is thinking about buying another large company. before the deal is announced, ron writes an article for the paper that tells all of the details of the possible business deal. ron's boss fires him for giving secret company information to the public. why is ron's company allowed to fire him without violating his "freedom of speech" rights? a. companies are fully protected by free speech laws. b. ron's boss was not born in america. c. newspapers do not count as speeches because they are written. d. ron's company has a right to protect its interests.the answer is d

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Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore.and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood,because a fire was in my head,and cut and peeled a hazel wand,and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing,and moth-like stars were flickering out,i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout.when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame,but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air.plz hurry