Dawn was just breaking when Jake and I broke camp. The mountain air was cold as we hiked upward, our packs heavy on our backs. Our goal was to reach the summit by noon. But an hour later, the sky was gray, and heavy clouds threatened to spill snow. "I can hardly tell that it’s morning" I said.

"Matt, should we turn back?" Jake asked. "Getting stranded in a blizzard wasn’t part of our plan."

I hesitated. This was the fifth day of the climb, and I hated to give up. "We may never have this chance again. We can make it in another two hours; I know it."

shakespeare was famous for writing in iambic pentameter, which is a specific way of rhyming sonnet lines in ten syllables. there are also forms of unrhymed iambic pentameter, as in macbeth, with the noble characters.

at the beginning of the story, elisa just has the small idea of wanting more attention, but as the story progressed, her desire for more attention grew larger. before she talked to the man with the wagon she was just focused on her chrysanthemums but when she talked to him and got some attention she enjoyed it, so she decided to get all dolled up for henry. but when they were on the way to dinner she was so upset because she saw the flowers on the side of the road and realized the man didn't take interest in her like she thought.

pandora was the poor unfortunate soul that was tricked into letting all of the evil of the world out of the pithos (any percy jackson fans out / box.

in the door-way, with his head in the room and with a lantern in hand with the most slight ray of light shining from it; so small and opening it so slowly to not disturb the old mans sleep.

i have watched the play of this story last friday.