“the appropriation of cultures” by percival everett reading comprehension questions as you read the story, underline any important information, circle any words or phrases you have difficulty understanding, and annotate in the margins of the page any thoughts or questions that occur to you as you read. then, answer the following questions below. 1. in two or three sentences, write a brief summary of the story in your own words. what were the main events?

Read this sentence from the interview. when i say that an actor is natural, i mean that he appears to act in accordance with his ideal, in accordance with his nature, and that he is not an imitator or a copyist—that he is not made up of shreds and patches taken from others, but that all he does flows from interior fountains and is consistent with his own nature, all having in a marked degree the highest characteristics of the man. how does the phrase "flows from interior fountains" affect the interview? a-it suggests that actors have more to give of themselves than other people do. b- it suggests that actors try their hardest to create believable characters. c- it suggests that actors include a part of their own essence in the roles they play. d- it suggests that actors have an abundance of emotions that they must release.

Read the excerpt from "the blackfeet creation." how do readers know that this excerpt is from a myth? the excerpt describes an animal called a muskrat. the excerpt describes old man drying the mud. the excerpt describes old man scattering mud over water. the excerpt describes how muskrat create land.

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.