Why is volunteering, engaging in sports and hobbies, and pursing personal dreams so fulfilling?

“i didn't know that cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, i didn't know that cats could grin.” “they all can,” said the duchess; “and most of 'em do.” “i don't know of any that do,” alice said very politely, feeling quite to have got into a conversation. “you don't know much,” said the duchess; “and that's a fact.” what is the effect of the short sentences on the dialogue? they make the dialogue smooth and serene. they make the dialogue lively and humorous. they make the dialogue formal and elegant. they make the dialogue into a song.

Read the excerpt below from "letter from birmingham jail" and then answer the question below: "my citing the creation of tension as part of the work of the nonviolent resister may sound rather shocking. but i must confess that i am not afraid of the word "tension." i have earnestly opposed violent tension, but there is a type of constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth. just as socrates felt that it was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could rise from the bondage of myths and half truths to the unfettered realm of creative analysis and objective appraisal, so must we see the need for nonviolent gadflies to create the kind of tension in society that will men rise from the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of understanding and brotherhood." how does king's repetition of the term "tension" impact the meaning of the text? dr. king says that he is afraid of the word tension and he doesn't think it is necessary. dr. king repeats the word tension to explain how he sees the word as a negative force that discourages change. dr. king repeats the word tension unintentionally, and it doesn't impact the meaning of the text. dr. king repeats the word tension to support how he views the word tension as positive and growth-producing.

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