Why does the author compare newspaper readers to ripe corn? ripe corn is ready. newspaper readers will be ready for life after they read the newspaper. the corn is nutritious and the newspaper contains a lot of information. ripe corn is ready to be picked and eaten. the newspaper readers will be detached from life. the newspaper readers will be satisfied after reading, just as ripe corn is done growing.

Stone, two or three feet thick, the door of wood and iron, a foot thick, and the iron grating which strained the light, i could not being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if i were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up. i wondered that it should have concluded at length that this was the best use it could put me to, and had never thought to avail itself of my services in some way. i saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through before they could get to be as free as i was. i did not for a moment feel confined, and the walls seemed a great waste of stone and mortar. i felt as if i alone of all my townsmen had paid my tax. — “civil disobedience,” henry david thoreau based on this passage, how did thoreau feel about his confinement?

What is the main source of conflict in this passage? lee grew up near the old-growth forest. she loved wandering the trails and looking at the natural beauty around her. but the city council recently approved plans to cut down the forest in order to build a shopping center and apartment buildings. the council believed the development would create new jobs and provide more affordable housing. lee was upset when she heard about the plans to destroy her beloved forest, and she vowed to do something to save it.

How are the characters of tablin and keyn revealed in this excerpt from "the guard" by simon dunbar? a. indirectly through dialogue and by thoughts and actions b. directly through a narrative description c. indirectly through dialogue "where's my horse? " keyn asked. tablin looked around the dirt courtyard. he tried to peer through the shadowy arches of the flowing barrel. he even twisted in his saddle to look across the merchant's bazaar, past tents and warehouses filled with goods. "i don't know," he said. "did you leave it in your mouth? it's the only place i can think of that's big enough." keyn laughed; something got stuck in his throat half way, and he coughed for breath. "i can see you're good to go,” tablin observed as keyn struggled to clear his throat. “go get your horse yourself before i take the job and leave you to rot in the flowing barrel."