<span>The answer would be C. Boomerangs, when thrown, are made to circle back to the user who threw it. The pun is a play on their memory returning to them just as a boomerang would come back to them.</span>
I believe my greates skill is drawing. Throughout my life, I have gone from a young child who scribbles with crayons to an artist interesting in the sketches of M.C. Esher and other artists. I think it hit me, that I loved drawing, when my lower school art teacher, (insert name), taught me about Henri Matisse. She had read us one of his books and I was enamored with the illustrations! I just couldnt get over it. I later came over to her and asked if I could borrow the book. She told me I had to take special care of it and return it the next day. Oh! How I was excited! I spent the rest of the day turning the pages and looking at the drawings, watching them come alive in my mind. My mother found me with the book later that night and promptly signed me up for a drawing class. Yes, that was the day a started my drawing career. I wish I remembered the book title! (Teachers name) really changed the way I viewed art and gave me the inpiration to improve my drawing.
Good luck and vote me brainiest!
I<span>t provides the example of sweating sickness.
This example shows the reader that there was a disease and cause of death in Elizabethan England that does not still exist to our knowledge today. Most people probably had never heard of 'sweating sickness', so when it's presented in the passage it is effective in showing that Elizabethan ailments were different than modern ones. </span>
Dear friend.
Imagine him receiving that message has been the only happiness in my life. I don't know you, nor do you know me, but if fate has allowed you to find my message, it's because you need to know about me and help, if not me, other victims like me.
I find myself trapped in the basement of the sadistic, mad, murderous General Zaroff. I arrived here after my ship wreck survived. I came in search of help, but I only received despair and panic. The general hunts me like an animal, plotting my death all the time. I can no longer sleep, and control my nerves, I live on the edge of insanity all the time and I believe that my days of life will be short if I remain here, or if I throw myself into the sea, trying in vain to escape my captivity.
I'm afraid of suffering at the hands of Zaroff, I'm afraid of a slow and painful death, but my biggest fear is that this rascal will get away with his actions.
Please take this letter to the authorities and help an unfortunate person like me.
The answer would be B. sickness
