"Ibsen perfected the well-made play formula; and by using a familiar formula made his plays, with a very shocking subject matter, acceptable. He discarded soliloquies, asides, etc. Exposition in the plays was motivated, there were causally related scenes, inner psychological motivation was emphasized, the environment had an influence on characters’ personalities, and all the things characters did and all of things the characters used revealed their socio-economic milieu. He became a model for later realistic writers."-Eric Trumbull's Introduction to Theatre After reading the above quote, explain how the play's events and characters provide evidence for Trumbull's description

Which of these excerpts follows the format of a persuasive essay

The words "he said" are considered part of the dialogue.
a. True
b. False

What is propaganda?a. A logical, scientific argument answering a complicated question.
b. A fact-based collection of information designed to explain events to the masses.
c. A deliberate spread of information designed to shape people's views and actions.
d. An inaccurate use of facts to convince people to take the wrong side of a position.

What is polarization?

Which sentence contains a prepositional phrase?A. They sang it, and sang it again.
B. They tried, although they didn't expect to win.
C. With the proper help, they'll complete the project early.
D. Running all the way, he got there early.

Which lines in this excerpt from Anita Desai’s "Games at Twilight" clearly show an omniscient narrator? They faced the afternoon. It was too hot. Too bright. The white walls of the veranda glared stridently in the sun. The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons. The garden outside was like a tray made of beaten brass, flattened out on the red gravel and the stony soil in all shades of metal—aluminum, tin, copper, and brass. No life stirred at this arid time of day—the birds still drooped, like dead fruit, in the papery tents of the trees; some squirrels lay limp on the wet earth under the garden tap. The outdoor dog lay stretched as if dead on the veranda mat, his paws and ears and tail all reaching out like dying travelers in search of water. He rolled his eyes at the children—two white marbles rolling in the purple sockets, begging for sympathy—and attempted to lift his tail in a wag but could not. It only twitched and lay still. Then, perhaps roused by the shrieks of the children, a band of parrots suddenly fell out of the eucalyptus tree, tumbled frantically in the still, sizzling air, then sorted themselves out into battle formation and streaked away across the white sky. The children, too, felt released. They too began tumbling, shoving, pushing against each other, frantic to start. Start what? Start their business. The business of the children’s day which is—play.