Read the following excerpt from "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe and answer the questions below.

No doubt I now grew very pale;—but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men—but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed—I raved—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder—louder—louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now—again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

Which of the following is NOT a theme in the text?

Read the following excerpt from "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe and answer the questions below.

No doubt I now grew very pale;—but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men—but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed—I raved—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder—louder—louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now—again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

What theme is supported in the following line: "But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!"

Read the following excerpt from "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe and answer the questions below.

No doubt I now grew very pale;—but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men—but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed—I raved—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder—louder—louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now—again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

What is the tone in "A Tell Tale Heart"?

Read the following excerpt from "The Tell-Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe and answer the questions below.

No doubt I now grew very pale;—but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men—but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed—I raved—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder—louder—louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!—no, no! They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now—again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

What is the mood of "A Tell Tale Heart"?

Short Story Fiction section theme, tone, and mood.

Read the following excerpt from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott and answer the questions below.

Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies. Then she remembered her mother's promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book. She knew it very well, for it was that beautiful old story of the best life ever lived, and Jo felt that it was a true guidebook for any pilgrim going on a long journey. She woke Meg with a "Merry Christmas," and bade her see what was under her pillow. A green-covered book appeared, with the same picture inside, and a few words written by their mother, which made their one present very precious in their eyes. Presently Beth and Amy woke to rummage and find their little books also, one dove-colored, the other blue, and all sat looking at and talking about them, while the east grew rosy with the coming day.

In spite of her small vanities, Margaret had a sweet and pious nature, which unconsciously influenced her sisters, especially Jo, who loved her very tenderly, and obeyed her because her advice was so gently given.

"Girls," said Meg seriously, looking from the tumbled head beside her to the two little night-capped ones in the room beyond, "Mother wants us to read and love and mind these books, and we must begin at once. We used to be faithful about it, but since Father went away and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things. You can do as you please, but I shall keep my book on the table here and read a little every morning as soon as I wake, for I know it will do me good and help me through the day."

Which of the following is a theme in this text?

Short Story Fiction section theme, tone, and mood.

Read the following excerpt from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott and answer the questions below.

Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies. Then she remembered her mother's promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book. She knew it very well, for it was that beautiful old story of the best life ever lived, and Jo felt that it was a true guidebook for any pilgrim going on a long journey. She woke Meg with a "Merry Christmas," and bade her see what was under her pillow. A green-covered book appeared, with the same picture inside, and a few words written by their mother, which made their one present very precious in their eyes. Presently Beth and Amy woke to rummage and find their little books also, one dove-colored, the other blue, and all sat looking at and talking about them, while the east grew rosy with the coming day.

In spite of her small vanities, Margaret had a sweet and pious nature, which unconsciously influenced her sisters, especially Jo, who loved her very tenderly, and obeyed her because her advice was so gently given.

"Girls," said Meg seriously, looking from the tumbled head beside her to the two little night-capped ones in the room beyond, "Mother wants us to read and love and mind these books, and we must begin at once. We used to be faithful about it, but since Father went away and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things. You can do as you please, but I shall keep my book on the table here and read a little every morning as soon as I wake, for I know it will do me good and help me through the day."

Which of the following is the tone of this text?

Short Story Fiction section theme, tone, and mood.

Read the following excerpt from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott and answer the questions below.

Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies. Then she remembered her mother's promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book. She knew it very well, for it was that beautiful old story of the best life ever lived, and Jo felt that it was a true guidebook for any pilgrim going on a long journey. She woke Meg with a "Merry Christmas," and bade her see what was under her pillow. A green-covered book appeared, with the same picture inside, and a few words written by their mother, which made their one present very precious in their eyes. Presently Beth and Amy woke to rummage and find their little books also, one dove-colored, the other blue, and all sat looking at and talking about them, while the east grew rosy with the coming day.

In spite of her small vanities, Margaret had a sweet and pious nature, which unconsciously influenced her sisters, especially Jo, who loved her very tenderly, and obeyed her because her advice was so gently given.

"Girls," said Meg seriously, looking from the tumbled head beside her to the two little night-capped ones in the room beyond, "Mother wants us to read and love and mind these books, and we must begin at once. We used to be faithful about it, but since Father went away and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things. You can do as you please, but I shall keep my book on the table here and read a little every morning as soon as I wake, for I know it will do me good and help me through the day."

Which of the following is the mood of this excerpt?

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Which statement identifies the central idea (theme) of the text?

In Night:

Which quotation best shows the indifference other people showed to Jewish people during the holocaust?

In Night:

PART A Why does Elie Wiesel believe indifference is the most dangerous emotion?

In Night:

PART B Which detail from the text best supports the answer to Part A?

Read the poem titled "During the War" by  Philip Levine

When my brother came home from war

he carried his left arm in a black sling

but assured us most of it was still there.

Spring was late, the trees forgot to leaf out.

I stood in a long line waiting for bread.

The woman behind me said it was shameless,

someone as strong as I still home, still intact

while her Michael was burning to death.

Yes, she could feel the fire, could smell

his pain all the way from Tarawa —

or was it Midway? — and he so young,

younger than I, who was only fourteen,

taller, more handsome in his white uniform

turning slowly gray the way unprimed wood

grays slowly in the grate when the flames

sputter and die. “I think I’m going mad,”

she said when I turned to face her. She placed

both hands on my shoulders, kissed each eyelid,

hugged me to her breasts and whispered wetly

in my bad ear words I’d never heard before.

When I got home my brother ate the bread

carefully one slice at a time until

nothing was left but a blank plate. “Did you see her,”

he asked, “the woman in hell, Michael’s wife?”

That afternoon I walked the crowded streets

looking for something I couldn’t name,

something familiar, a face or a voice or less,

but not these shards of ash that fell from heaven.

1. Which statement best expresses the main theme of the poem?

Read the poem titled "During the War" by  Philip Levine

When my brother came home from war

he carried his left arm in a black sling

but assured us most of it was still there.

Spring was late, the trees forgot to leaf out.

I stood in a long line waiting for bread.

The woman behind me said it was shameless,

someone as strong as I still home, still intact

while her Michael was burning to death.

Yes, she could feel the fire, could smell

his pain all the way from Tarawa —

or was it Midway? — and he so young,

younger than I, who was only fourteen,

taller, more handsome in his white uniform

turning slowly gray the way unprimed wood

grays slowly in the grate when the flames

sputter and die. “I think I’m going mad,”

she said when I turned to face her. She placed

both hands on my shoulders, kissed each eyelid,

hugged me to her breasts and whispered wetly

in my bad ear words I’d never heard before.

When I got home my brother ate the bread

carefully one slice at a time until

nothing was left but a blank plate. “Did you see her,”

he asked, “the woman in hell, Michael’s wife?”

That afternoon I walked the crowded streets

looking for something I couldn’t name,

something familiar, a face or a voice or less,

but not these shards of ash that fell from heaven.

1. ShWhat is the significance of the word "unprimed" as it is used in line 14?

Read the poem titled "During the War" by  Philip Levine

When my brother came home from war

he carried his left arm in a black sling

but assured us most of it was still there.

Spring was late, the trees forgot to leaf out.

I stood in a long line waiting for bread.

The woman behind me said it was shameless,

someone as strong as I still home, still intact

while her Michael was burning to death.

Yes, she could feel the fire, could smell

his pain all the way from Tarawa —

or was it Midway? — and he so young,

younger than I, who was only fourteen,

taller, more handsome in his white uniform

turning slowly gray the way unprimed wood

grays slowly in the grate when the flames

sputter and die. “I think I’m going mad,”

she said when I turned to face her. She placed

both hands on my shoulders, kissed each eyelid,

hugged me to her breasts and whispered wetly

in my bad ear words I’d never heard before.

When I got home my brother ate the bread

carefully one slice at a time until

nothing was left but a blank plate. “Did you see her,”

he asked, “the woman in hell, Michael’s wife?”

That afternoon I walked the crowded streets

looking for something I couldn’t name,

something familiar, a face or a voice or less,

but not these shards of ash that fell from heaven.

Which of the following best describes the speaker's tone in lines 12-28?