What do the final two stanzas suggest about " a narrow fellow in the grass"?

How to prevent onions from making you cry chill the onions in the refrigerator for 30 minutes before peeling or chopping them. sulfuric vapors move slower in the cold—think about how garbage smells worse during hot weather. leave the onion root intact until the last possible moment to prevent irritants from escaping into the air. the root contains the largest concentration of sulfuric compounds in an onion. chop or cut the onion with a sharp knife. fast, clean slicing puts less pressure on the onion tissue and minimizes the release of sulfuric compounds. a sharp knife also allows you to expedite your slicing and reduce your exposure to the onion fumes. open a window or light a scented candle close to your chopping station. the hot flame of a candle will attract tear-causing vapor and will reduce the amount of vapor circulating in the air. what can be done to these instructions to make them easier to read at a glance? deleting everything except the first sentences of each numbered step eliminating the numbers and using bullets using illustrations instead of text changing nothing

Which of the following highlight the literary significance of elie wiesel's speech? select all that apply. it uses rhetorical devices to persuade with pathos. it assigns meaning to the existentialist nature of life. it won the nobel prize for literature. it attempts to put into words the unspeakable horror.

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