Polonius's idea for uncovering the truth about hamlet apparent madness is to a. spy on him b. insult him c. exile him

Which term below is the literary term for the technique authors use to stimulate one or more of the reader's five senses? a tone b personification c imagery d rhyme

Read the excerpt from "the most dangerous game." a man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there. "rainsford! " screamed the general. "how in god's name did you get here? " "swam," said rainsford. "i found it quicker than walking through the jungle." the general sucked in his breath and smiled. "i congratulate you," he said. "you have won the game." rainsford did not smile. "i am still a beast at bay," he said, in a low, hoarse voice. "get ready, general zaroff." the general made one of his deepest bows. "i see," he said. "splendid! one of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. the other will sleep in this very excellent bed. on guard, rainsford." . . he had never slept in a better bed, rainsford decided. adrian is writing an essay about "the most dangerous game.” which detail from the excerpt best supports his idea that rainsford is unchanged and still feels that the hunter is justified in killing the hunted? a man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there. "swam," said rainsford. "i found it quicker than walking through the jungle." rainsford did not smile. "i am still a beast at bay," he said, in a low, hoarse voice. "get ready, general zaroff." he had never slept in a better bed, rainsford decided.

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.