Isn't evolution just an inference?​

Give example of metaphors and similes

Which excerpt from the war of the worldseffectively reveals how the author relates the climax of the narrative through the narrator's thoughts? the war of the worldsall this had happened with such swiftness that i had stood motionless, dumbfounded and dazzled by the flashes of light. had that death swept through a full circle, it must inevitably have slain me in my surprise. but it passed and spared me, and left the night about me suddenly dark and unfamiliar. and then, with a renewed horror, i saw a round, black object bobbing up and down on the edge of the pit. it was the head of the shopman who had fallen in, but showing as a little black object against the hot western sun. at that time it was quite clear in my own mind that the thing had come from the planet mars, but i judged it improbable that it contained any living creature. i thought the unscrewing might be automatic. my mind ran fancifully on the possibilities of its containing manuscript, on the difficulties in translation that might arise, whether we should find coins and models in it, and so forth. yet it was a little too large for assurance on this idea. i felt an impatience to see it opened.

Select the correct text in the passage. which part of this excerpt from homer's odyssey uses an epic simile? the king himself the vases ranged with care; then bade his followers to the feast prepare. a victim ox beneath the sacred hand of great alcinous falls, and stains the sand. to jove the eternal (power above all powers! who wings the winds, and darkens heaven with showers) the flames ascend: till evening they prolong the rites, more sacred made by heavenly song; for in the midst, with public honours graced, thy lyre divine, demodocus! was placed. all, but ulysses, heard with fix'd delight; he sate, and eyed the sun, and wish’d the night; slow seem’d the sun to move, the hours to roll, his native home deep-imaged in his soul. as the tired ploughman, spent with stubborn toil, whose oxen long have torn the furrow'd soil, sees with delight the sun's declining ray, when home with feeble knees he bends his way to late repast (the day's hard labour done); so to ulysses welcome set the sun; then instant to alcinous and the rest (the scherian states) he turn’d, and thus address'd: "o thou, the first in merit and command! and you the peers and princes of the land! may every joy be yours! nor this the least, when due libation shall have crown'd the feast,