"Midas" retold by Thomas Bulfinch [1] Bacchus, on a certain occasion, found his old schoolmaster and foster-father, Silenus, missing. The old man had been drinking, and in that state wandered away, and was found by some peasants, who carried him to their king, Midas. Midas recognized him, and treated him hospitably, entertaining him for ten days and nights with an unceasing round of jollity.

[2] On the eleventh day he brought Silenus back, and restored him in safety to his pupil. Whereupon Bacchus offered Midas his choice of a reward, whatever he might wish. He asked that whatever he might touch should be changed into gold. Bacchus consented, though sorry that he had not made a better choice.

[3] Midas went his way, rejoicing in his new-acquired power, which he hastened to put to the test. He could scarce believe his eyes when he found a twig of an oak, which he plucked from the branch, become gold in his hand. He took up a stone; it changed to gold. He touched a sod; it did the same. He took up an apple from the tree; you would have thought he had robbed the garden of the Hesperides. His joy knew no bounds, and as soon as he got home, he ordered the servants to set a splendid repast on the table. Then he found to his dismay that whether he touched bread, it hardened in his hand; or put a morsel to his lip, it defied his teeth. He took a glass of wine, but it flowed down his throat like melted gold.

[4] In consternation at the unprecedented affliction, he strove to divest himself of his power; he hated the gift he had lately coveted. But all in vain; starvation seemed to await him. He raised his arms, all shining with gold, in prayer to Bacchus, begging to be delivered from his glittering destruction. Bacchus, merciful deity, heard and consented. "Go," said he, "to River Pactolus, trace its fountain-head, there plunge yourself and body in, and wash away your fault and its punishment." He did so, and scarce had he touched the waters before the gold-creating power passed into them, and the river sands became changed into gold, as they remain to this day.

Passage 2: "Bacchus's Regret" by Hunter Doyle

[1] King Midas returned my beloved teacher to me,
so I rewarded him with a wish—whatever he wanted would be.
Midas cried, "Give my fingers a golden touch!
Then, I shall have a gilded kingdom and such."

[5] I tried to make him see the err of his choice,
but he would not heed the caution in my voice.
I pleaded with Midas, "Be careful what you choose,
for you're only thinking of what you'll gain—not what you'll lose."

[9] His thirst for wealth became no match for his appetite;
after all, a gold apple is not something one can bite.
His daughter wept for her poor starving dad,
so he wiped her tears and told her not to be sad.

[13] Into a golden statue Midas's daughter became,
and he and his greedy wish were ultimately to blame.
Yet, maybe if I had put up more of a fight and a fret,
then I wouldn't have to live with all this regret.

How does the poem show the theme greed can have negative consequences differently than the myth?

By allowing Bacchus to refuse Midas's wish
By changing what Midas wishes for
By resolving Midas's conflict sooner
By showing what happens to Midas's daughter

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Marine biology by readworks

Frank had surfed for as long as he could remember.

A tall and thin, but athletic guy, he grew up in the sleepy beach town of Montauk, New York, at the very tip of Long Island. His parents, who owned a popular seafood restaurant on Main Street, had first put him on a board at age three or four. Some of his first memories involved sliding down a wave in the sun, seated at the front of his dad's longboard.

During the winter, Montauk had great waves. In fact, they were considered some of the best on the East Coast of the United States. But the water was so cold, a wetsuit was required. And while the waves in the summer weren't too bad, either, they were nothing compared to the waves in Southern California.

As a boy, Frank and his friends subscribed to all the big surf magazines. They dreamed of surfing big waves on the North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii, or at Teahupoo on the island of Tahiti. Their pal Clay, who moved to Montauk from Santa Barbara, California in middle school, filled their heads with stories of surfing in his hometown.

"Sometimes the waves got as high as 20 feet!" he'd say, causing Frank and his surfing buddies to gasp. Clay, of course, had never actually surfed a 20-foot wave. But he had sat and watched as professional surfers paddled out, caught them, and rode them all the way to the shore.

At only 13, Frank saved up enough from his weekly allowance to buy a plane ticket to Los Angeles. His uncle, Jim, lived near Malibu, a small beach town north of L.A. He drove Frank out to a famous surf break near his bungalow in the hills.

Used to the small, easy waves of Montauk, Frank was intimidated by the booming surf. Standing on the beach, he could feel the pounding of the waves vibrating under his feet. He paddled out anyway. After a struggle, he finally made it into the line-up. The other surfers in the water stared at him warily. They could tell he wasn't from California; his pale skin gave him away. But when Frank started paddling into a wave, they moved out of the way for him.

"Let's see what the kid can do," one of them said.

They all watched as Frank stood up. Almost as quickly, he was back in the water. The wave crashed over him, and sent Frank tumbling through the wake.

Frank wasn't discouraged. In fact, he was filled with optimism. As he gasped for air after the wipeout, he resolved to attend college in California. That way, whenever he wasn't studying, he could drive out to the beach and surf waves like this.

Eventually, he thought, he'd be able to handle them like Kelly Slater, the 11-time World Surfing Champion. Like anything, he thought, all it takes is practice.

So when it came time to apply to college, Frank looked only at schools bordering the ocean on the West Coast. His parents, who didn't like the idea of their son moving so far away, tried to convince him to stay closer to home.

"Parts of southern New Jersey have great waves," his dad said over pasta dinner one night.

"And don't forget the swells at Rockaway Beach," his mom added. "Ever since Hurricane Sandy, they've been getting bigger and bigger. If you went to New York University, Rockaway Beach is only 30 minutes away! "

But Frank had made up his mind. He applied to the University of California at Santa Cruz, the University of California at Santa Barbara, and Pepperdine University, which was located just a short drive from his uncle Jim's in Malibu. His grades and SAT scores were good enough that he was admitted to all three. He resorted to drawing straws.

"Pepperdine it is!" he shouted, as his mom and dad looked on from the couch. As much as they didn't want him to be so far from home, they understood his dedication to surfing.

"Just remember: Studying before surfing," his mom warned him. "Not everyone becomes a rich and famous professional surfer. You have to think about an actual career. After all, if you want to live near the beach when you're older, you're going to have to earn some money! "

"I know, Mom," Frank said, giving her a hug. He promised to surf only once he'd finished his homework.

This proved harder than he had imagined.

After growing up in the choppy, waist-high surf of Long Island, the curling blue barrels of Southern California were a big distraction from the hard, lonely work of studying Chemistry 101 and the history of the Civil War. His first month at Pepperdine, he spent every morning surfing at world-famous beaches like Leo Carrillo and El Matador. Pretty soon, he was spending every late afternoon surfing there, too.

Due to the amount of time he spent in the ocean, he quickly befriended the local surfers from the area. A social, handsome guy as well as a talented surfer, Frank became popular in Malibu's surfing community. While his college roommate made friends with other students, Frank found himself hanging out with people from town instead.

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What makes this passage literary nonfiction? Use textual evidence to support your response.

the answer is irony!

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