DON (picking up the cue) Sure. That's the kind of thing – like sun spots. They raise cane with radio reception all over the world. And this thing being so close – why there's no telling the sort of stuff it can do. (he wets his lips, smiles nervously) Go ahead, Charlie. You and Steve go into town and see if that isn't what's causing it all. What do the stage directions tell the reader about Don’s feelings? He feels threatened by Steve and Charlie. He may be more worried about the flash than he is admitting. He is confident about the cause of the power outage. He knows that Tommy is right but is keeping his feelings a secret.

In a market economy, what does a producer mean when it asks, "is there a market for my products? is there a place where we can sell our products? " "ls our product being made more cheaply overseas? " will consumers need and want to buy our products? " will the government support demand for our products? "

Which religions are most commonly practiced in south asia

Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore. and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and cut and peeled a hazel wand, and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing, and moth-like stars were flickering out, i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout. when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame, but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air. plz hurry