3 Select the correct texts in the passage.
Which two details best develop the author's claim that the new spacesuit allowed astraunats to move around more easily?
Suited for Spacewalks
adapted from NASA
Following Gemini, the Apollo program added a new dimension in spacesuit design because actual spacewalks, on the surface of the Moon, were now to CCC
time. As with Mercury and Gemini space garments, Apollo suits had to serve as a backup pressure system to the space capsule. Besides allowing flexibility in ti
and arm areas, they also had to permit movements of the legs and waist.
Astronauts needed to be able to bend and stoop to pick up samples on the Moon. Suits had to function both in microgravity and in the one-sixth gravny of th
surface. Furthermore, when walking on the Moon, Apollo astronauts needed the flexibility to roam freely without dragging a cumbersome combination oxyge
tether. A self-contained portable life-support system was needed.
The Apollo spacesuit began with a garment that used water as a coolant. The garment, similar to long johns but laced with a network of thin walled plastic
circulated cooling water around the astronaut to prevent overheating. A multi-layered pressure garment was worn on top of the cooling suit. The innermost la
garment was a comfort layer of lightweight nylon with fabric ventilation ducts. On top of this was a layer of neoprene-coated nylon surrounded by a nylon rest
This layer contained the pressure inside the suit. Improved mobility was achieved by bellow-like joints of formed rubber with built-in restraint cables at the wa
shoulders, wrist, knees, and ankles. On top of the pressure layer were five layers of aluminized Mylar for heat protection, mixed with four spacing layers of no

Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."