Why is gatsbys Love for daisy doomed to fail?

Read this excerpt from holes. at the time, elya thought nothing of the curse. he was just a fifteen-year-old kid, and “eternity” didn’t seem much longer than a week from tuesday. besides, he liked madame zeroni and would be glad to carry her up the mountain. he would have done it right then and there, but he wasn’t yet strong enough. how does this section of the flashback relate to stanley? a.elya was much older during his difficult time than stanley was during his. b.elya’s physical weakness parallels stanley’s physical weakness. c.elya, like stanley, lives in the moment and does not consider the future. d.elya, like stanley, likes the character who is giving him a hard time.

Which excerpt from "the cask of amontillado" best infers what will be fortunato's downfall? the gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode he had a weak point --this fortunato --although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. he prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. "nitre," i replied. "how long have you had that cough? " "my friend, no; i will not impose upon your good nature. i perceive you have an engagement. luchresi--" which of the excerpts below is an example of foreshadowing? how remarkably well you are looking to-day. but i have received a pipe of what passes for amontillado… "i have my doubts," i replied; "and i was silly enough to pay the full amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. there were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honour of the time. i had told them that i should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. i broke and reached him a flagon of de grave. he emptied it at a breath. his eyes flashed with a fierce light. he laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation i did not understand. which excerpt from "the cask of amontillado" best summarizes the overall theme of the story? "for the love of god, montresor! " "yes," i said, "for the love of god! " he had a weak point --this fortunato --although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. he prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. a wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. it is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. he turned towards me, and looked into my eves with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication. which excerpt from "the cask of amontillado" presents the reader with the initial conflict of the story? "i have my doubts," i replied; "and i was silly enough to pay the full amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. you were not to be found, and i was fearful of losing a bargain." the thousand injuries of fortunato i had borne as i best could, but when he ventured upon insult i vowed revenge. he had a weak point --this fortunato --although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. he prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. "the nitre! " i said; "see, it increases. it hangs like moss upon the vaults. we are below the river's bed. the drops of moisture trickle among the bones. come, we will go back ere it is too late. your cough --"

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