I know no one will answer this question correctly but if someone does I just wanna give you a big thanks! Why might you add marks and numbers to a thermometer? Where would you put them?

20 points plus brainlest answer if right. joe nesbo, a travelling salesman, was staying at a hotel for business. he was having a dinner meeting that night, so he decided to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon. he was awakened by a knock at the door, and then a man walked in. “oh my, i’m terribly sorry, this isn’t my room. , pardon the intrusion.” the man calmly backed out and left. nesbo got up and locked the door – something he forgot to do before his nap – and lay back down on the bed. but then he shot up in bed and called the lobby to tell them there was a burglar on the prowl. what made nesbo think that?

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Which values of the ancient greeks are most emphasized in the excerpt?