Read this excerpt from "a servant to servants" and answer the question. there's nothing but a voice-like left inside that seems to tell me how i ought to feel, and would feel if i wasn't all gone wrong. you take the lake. i look and look at it. i see it's a fair, pretty sheet of water. i stand and make myself repeat out loud the advantages it has, so long and narrow, like a deep piece of some old running river cut short off at both ends. based on the narrator’s emotional state, what is most likely the meaning of sheet?