In the iroquois constitution, why do the roots of the tree of the great peace spread out in all directions ?

Read this passage: there were old, half-rotten vegetables; bones from the evening meal, covered in white sauce that had gone hard; a few raisins and almonds; some cheese that gregor had declared inedible two days before; a dry roll and some bread spread with butter and salt. "am i less sensitive than i used to be, then? ", he thought, and was already sucking greedily at the cheese which had immediately, almost compellingly, attracted him much more than the other foods on the newspaper. quickly one after another, his eyes watering with pleasure, he consumed the cheese, the vegetables and the sauce; the fresh foods, on the other hand, he didn't like at all, and even dragged the things he did want to eat a little way away from them because he couldn't stand the smell. kafka, the metamorphosis (david wyllie, trans.) what can you infer about gregor from this excerpt? a. he enjoys disturbing his family by making a lot of noise. b. he is upset at being locked in the room and tries to escape. c. he is becoming less human and more like a bug. d. he is depressed and is trying to hurt himself.

What impact does the use of dashes have on the rhythmic structure of this poem? the dashes create imperfect rhyme that confuses the reader. the dashes create a slow rhythm that is pleasant for the reader. the dashes create a quick rhythm that confuses the reader the dashes create a heightened rhythm that excites the reader

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.