Read the excerpt from The Time Traveler's Guide to Elizabethan England. Serious though influenza and malaria are, they are not the biggest killers of the age. That title belongs to the plague or "pestilence.” No one knows precisely how many die over the course of the reign but the total is probably around 250,000. In 1565 the people of Bristol count up the plague victims for that year and arrive at the figure of 2,070, almost 20 percent of the population. Ten years later, after another deadly outbreak, they record a further 2,000 fatalities.

What is the central idea of this paragraph?

Another name for the plague in the 1500s was “the pestilence.”
In 1565 almost 20 percent of the population died of the plague.
The plague was the most deadly disease of the Elizabethan era.
Malaria and influenza killed almost as many people as the plague.

Excerpted from "the children's hour" by henry wadsworth longfellow a whisper, and then a silence: yet i know by their merry eyes they are plotting and planning together to take me by surprise. a sudden rush from the stairway, a sudden raid from the hall! by three doors left unguarded they enter my castle wall! look carefully at the lines above. a poem with this particular rhyme scheme is best read a. line by line. b. with long pauses. c. phrase by phrase. d. with a strong rhythm.

Industrialization in europe changed the way people lived. the urban working class came into being, and with it came the drudgery of work. which two parts of this excerpt from franz kafka's the metamorphosis most closely reflect this impact of industrialization on people's lives? "what's happened to me? " he thought. it wasn't a dream. his room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. a collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table—samsa was a travelling salesman—and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. it showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. "how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense," he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn't get into that position. however hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. he must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. "oh, no", he thought, "what a strenuous career it is that i've chosen! travelling day in and day out. doing business like this takes much more effort than doing your own business at home, and on top of that there's the curse of travelling, worries about making train connections, bad and irregular food, contact with different people all the time so that you can never get to know anyone or become friendly with them. they can all go away! " he felt a slight itch up on his belly; pushed himself slowly up on his back towards the headboard so that he could lift his head better; found where the itch was, and saw that it was covered with lots of little white spots which he didn't know what to make of; and when he tried to feel the place with one of his legs he drew it quickly back because as soon as he touched it he was overcome by a cold shudder. he slid back into his former position. "getting up early all the time", he thought, "it makes you stupid. you've got to get enough sleep. other travelling salesmen live a life of luxury. for instance, whenever i go back to the guest house during the morning to copy out the contract, these gentlemen are always still sitting there eating their breakfasts. i ought to just try that with my boss; i'd get kicked out on the spot. but who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me. if i didn't have my parents to think about i'd have given in my notice a long time ago, i'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think, tell him everything i would, let him know just what i feel."

Read the excerpt from the war of the worlds, which includes a description of setting shortly after the martians' first deadly attack.the undulating common seemed now dark almost to blackness, except where its roadways lay grey and pale under the deep blue sky of the early night. it was dark, and suddenly void of men. overhead the stars were mustering, and in the west the sky was still a pale, bright, almost greenish blue. the tops of the pine trees and the roofs of horsell came out sharp and black against the western afterglow. the martians and their appliances were altogether invisible, save for that thin mast upon which their restless mirror wobbled. patches of bush and isolated trees here and there smoked and glowed still, and the houses towards woking station were sending up spires of flame into the stillness of the evening air.what options accurately explain how the narrator's feelings are reflected in the setting? (select all that apply.)the war of the worldsthe narrator is comforted by the oncoming evening, as reflected in the setting details. for example, he says the martians are invisible.the narrator is distressed by the deceptive quiet of the evening, as reflected in the setting details. for example, he still sees smoke from the widespread destruction.the setting details to reveal the narrator's feelings of both relief and apprehension. for example, although the martians are not seen any longer, the remnants of the attack are still quite visible, and it's not clear whether the danger is over.the setting details reflect the narrator's feelings of both fascination and relief. for example, although one of the martians' odd tools is still visible, the creatures themselves no longer pose a threat.