Everybody has that one time in your life where you feel like everything you do doesn’t matter, and that you feel your life is useless and there’s no point in life/living. I’ve had those moments a lot in my life and so will everybody at least once in their life. I guess it’s that time for me :)... Give me reasons why its worth living..

Select the correct text in the passage. which two sentences in this excerpt from f. scott fitzgerald's "winter dreams" seem to foreshadow dexter’s future obsession with “possessing” judy jones? now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained. they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

The brother of a presidential candidate writes an editorial in which he defends this candidate against charges of corruption. in such a circumstance, it is most appropriate for the reader to a) suspect that the candidate may have been framed. b) consider whether the candidate has the best family or not. c) wonder if the writer may be biased, due to his family connection. d) wonder if the writer may be inaccurate, due to wanting to get people to read his column. \

Me i will give brainiest which excerpt from the passage most effectively contributes to the development of the theme that the bond between fathers and daughters is sacred and everlasting? '"may i not see the little one, sir, for a moment? ' it was his belief that mini was still the same." "i remembered the day when the cabuliwallah and my mini had first met, and i felt sad. when she had gone, rahmun heaved a deep sigh, and sat down on the floor." "this touch of his own little daughter had been always on his heart, as he had come year after year to calcutta to sell his wares in the streets." "he came close up to me holding out his offerings with the words: 'i brought these few things, sir, for the little one. will you give them to her? "'