Read the procedural document. Under normal use, a vehicle’s cabin air filter should be replaced every 8–12months. Replacing the cabin air filter is a minor task, taking only a few minutes, but skipping it altogether is bad for your health. It can even reduce the life of your vehicle’s air-conditioning system. To change your vehicle’s cabin air filter, follow these simple steps: 1. Open the glove box. Remove the screw and slide the hook out as shown. 2. Push in each side of the glove box to disconnect it. 3. Remove the filter case by holding both sides. 4. Remove the filter from the filter case. 5. Inspect the filter surface. If the filter is just moderately dusty, you can clean it by blowing compressed air from the reverse side. Do not wash or oil the filter. If the filter is dirty, it should be replaced. How do the images help the reader understand how to perform the final steps of the procedure? Select two options. The image shows where to hold the filter case when removing it. The image shows what size and type of filter should be purchased. The image shows the difference between a clean filter and dirty one. The image shows what type of car the instructions are intended for. The image shows that it is helpful to wear gloves when removing the filter.

How does the author introduces his idea of fish depletion in the first few pages of world without fish?

Baca use comforting imagery. which lines have a more serious tone than the rest of the poem a. when the outside world / no longer cares if you live or die; b. so it is a pot full of yellow corn / to warm your belly in winter, c. remember. / i love you.d. it's all i have to give, / and all anyone needs to live,

In this excerpt from "quality" by john galsworthy, which two parts clearly indicate the literary point of view of the essay? that tenement had a certain quiet distinction; there was no sign upon its face that he made for any of the royal family—merely his own german name of gessler brothers; and in the window a few pairs of boots. i remember that it always troubled me to account for those unvarying boots in the window, for he made only what was ordered, reaching nothing down, and it seemed so inconceivable that what he made could ever have failed to fit. had he bought them to put there? that, too, seemed inconceivable. he would never have tolerated in his house leather on which he had not worked himself. besides, they were too beautiful—the pair of pumps, so inexpressibly slim, the patent leathers with cloth tops, making water come into one's mouth, the tall brown riding boots with marvellous sooty glow, as if, though new, they had been worn a hundred years. those pairs could only have been made by one who saw before him the soul of boot—so truly were they prototypes incarnating the very spirit of all foot-gear. these thoughts, of course, came to me later, though even when i was promoted to him, at the age of perhaps fourteen, some inkling haunted me of the dignity of himself and brother. for to make boots—such boots as he made—seemed to me then, and still seems to me, mysterious and wonderful.