(100 points and brainliest for the answerASAP)
Rewrite this scene from Daisy’s or Gatsby’s point of view. Your rewritten scene must include the character’s inner thoughts, description of other characters/the setting, and dialogue between characters. PLEASE NOTE:You may use the dialogue from the original text, but nothing else. Don’t let dialogue dominate your entire rewritten scene. Also, you may rewrite the dialogue, as long as it stays true to the scene and characters. (Example: Many movie versions of books change the dialogue but not in a way that changes the representation of the character or scene, ideally.)When you are finished, answer the following questions:1.How did the change in narration affect the story?2.Which narrator—Nick or Daisy/Gatsby—do you think is more effective in this scene? Explain. She turned her head as there was a light dignified knocking at the front door. I went out and opened it. Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes. With his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into the hall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire, and disappeared into the living-room. It wasn’t a bit funny. Aware of the loud beating of my own heart I pulled the door to against the increasing rain.For half a minute there wasn’t sound. Then from the living-room I heard a sort of choking murmur and part of a laugh, followed by Daisy’s voice on a clear artificial note:“I certainly am awfully glad to see you again.”A pause; it endured horribly. I had nothing to do in the hall, so I went into the room.Gatsby, his hands still in his pockets, was reclining against the mantelpiece in a strained counterfeit of perfect ease, even of boredom. His head leaned back so far that it rested against theface of a defunct mantelpiece clock, and from this position his distraught eyes stared down at Daisy, who was sitting, frightened but graceful, on the edge of a stiff chair.“We’ve met before,” muttered Gatsby. His eyes glanced momentarily at me, and hislips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckily the clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers and set it back in place. Then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow onthe arm of the sofa and his chin in his hand.“I’m sorry about the clock,” he said.My own face had now assumed a deep tropical burn. I couldn’t muster up a single commonplace out of the thousand in my head.“It’s an old clock,” I told them idiotically. I think we all believed for a moment that it had smashed in pieces on the floor.“We haven’t met for many years,” said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be.“Five years next November.”The automatic quality of Gatsby’s answer set us all back at least another minute. I had them both on their feet with the desperate suggestion that they help me make tea in the kitchen when the demoniac Finn brought it in on a tray.
Amid the welcome confusion of cups and cakes a certain physical decency established itself. Gatsby got himself into a shadow and, while Daisy and I talked, looked conscientiously from one to the other of us with tense, unhappy eyes. However, as calmness wasn’t an end in itself, I made an excuse at the first possible moment,and got to my feet.“Where are you going?” demanded Gatsby in immediate alarm.“I’ll be back.”“I’ve got to speak to you before you go.”He followed me wildly into the kitchen, closed the door, and whispered: “Oh, God!” in a miserable way. “What’s the matter?”“This is a terrible mistake,” he said, shaking his head from side to side, “a terrible, terrible mistake.”“You’re just embarrassed, that’s all,” and luckily I added: “Daisy’s embarrassed too.”“She’s embarrassed?” he repeated incredulously. “Just as much as you are" It was time I went back. While the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with gusts of emotion. But in the new silence I felt that silence had fallen within the house too.I went in—after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove—but I don’t believe they heard a sound. They were sitting at either end of the couch, looking at each other as if some question had been asked, or was in the air, and every vestige of embarrassment was gone. Daisy’s face was smeared with tears, and when I came in she jumped up and began wiping at it with her handkerchief before a mirror. But there was a changein Gatsby that was simply confounding. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.“Oh, hello old sport,” he said, as if he hadn’t seen me for years. I thought for a momenthe was going to shake hands.“It’s stopped raining.”

Explanation:

Your rewritten scene must include the character’s inner thoughts, description of other characters/the setting, and dialogue between characters. PLEASE NOTE:You may use the dialogue from the original text, but nothing else. Don’t let dialogue dominate your entire rewritten scene. Also, you may rewrite the dialogue, as long as it stays true to the scene and characters. (Example: Many movie versions of books change the dialogue but not in a way that changes the representation of the character or scene, ideally.)When you are finished, answer the following questions:1.How did the change in narration affect the story?2.Which narrator—Nick or Daisy/Gatsby—do you think is more effective in this scene? Explain. She turned her head as there was a light dignified knocking at the front door. I went out and opened it. Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes. With his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into the hall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire, and disappeared into the living-room. It wasn’t a bit funny. Aware of the loud beating of my own heart I pulled the door to against the increasing rain.For half a minute there wasn’t sound. Then from the living-room I heard a sort of choking murmur and part of a laugh, followed by Daisy’s voice on a clear artificial note:“I certainly am awfully glad to see you again.”A pause; it endured horribly. I had nothing to do in the hall, so I went into the room.Gatsby, his hands still in his pockets, was reclining against the mantelpiece in a strained counterfeit of perfect ease, even of boredom. His head leaned back so far that it rested against theface of a defunct mantelpiece clock, and from this position his distraught eyes stared down at Daisy, who was sitting, frightened but graceful, on the edge of a stiff chair.“We’ve met before,” muttered Gatsby. His eyes glanced momentarily at me, and hislips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckily the clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers and set it back in place. Then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow onthe arm of the sofa and his chin in his hand.“I’m sorry about the clock,” he said.My own face had now assumed a deep tropical burn. I couldn’t muster up a single commonplace out of the thousand in my head.“It’s an old clock,” I told them idiotically. I think we all believed for a moment that it had smashed in pieces on the floor.“We haven’t met for many years,” said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be.“Five years next November.”The automatic quality of Gatsby’s answer set us all back at least another minute. I had them both on their feet with the desperate suggestion that they help me make tea in the kitchen when the demoniac Finn brought it in on a tray.

Amid the welcome confusion of cups and cakes a certain physical decency established itself. Gatsby got himself into a shadow and, while Daisy and I talked, looked conscientiously from one to the other of us with tense, unhappy eyes. However, as calmness wasn’t an end in itself, I made an excuse at the first possible moment,and got to my feet.“Where are you going?” demanded Gatsby in immediate alarm.“I’ll be back.”“I’ve got to speak to you before you go.”He followed me wildly into the kitchen, closed the door, and whispered: “Oh, God!” in a miserable way. “What’s the matter?”“This is a terrible mistake,” he said, shaking his head from side to side, “a terrible, terrible mistake.”“You’re just embarrassed, that’s all,” and luckily I added: “Daisy’s embarrassed too.”“She’s embarrassed?” he repeated incredulously. “Just as much as you are" It was time I went back. While the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with gusts of emotion. But in the new silence I felt that silence had fallen within the house too.I went in—after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove—but I don’t believe they heard a sound. They were sitting at either end of the couch, looking at each other as if some question had been asked, or was in the air, and every vestige of embarrassment was gone. Daisy’s face was smeared with tears, and when I came in she jumped up and began wiping at it with her handkerchief before a mirror. But there was a changein Gatsby that was simply confounding. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.“Oh, hello old sport,” he said, as if he hadn’t seen me for years. I thought for a momenthe was going to shake hands.“It’s stopped raining.”

Answer:

Daisy, pull over. Daisy, pull over. Daisy you are in no condition to drive. Please, please pull over.

Through the rearview mirror, I could see only his furrowed brow, glistening in the August heat, as he slumped lower and lower in his seat. He never said these things to me, but I could tell he was thinking them. I could almost hear him shouting as I sped up through the fading twilight. The truth was, I knew perfectly well I was in no condition to drive. I also knew perfectly well that whatever I asked for, Gatsby would provide. The last few weeks had proved that. Stepping foot inside Gatsby's mansion was like leaving reality for a spell and entering into a hazy, glittering dream, almost like the distant sight of the city through the translucent shield of the Valley of Ashes. Although at first I had reveled in and even relished the reflection the glory cast upon me by Gatsby's imagination, the novelty of living outside the realm of realism soon began to fade. I began to question, and still question, whether or not Gatsby really loved me or if he was simply infatuated with me.

Daisy, please stop all this, he pleaded silently.

I drove on. I haven't been able to shake the growing dread that Gatsby was using me as a way to revisit the past for a couple of hours a day. That maybe he bends to my every whim not out of love, but because of something more selfish.

Daisy, this isn't safe!

I'm no angel. I wish he would call my faults and poor decisions as he saw them, like Tom does. Instead, he had allowed me to place both of us in danger simply because he didn't wish to offend me. That, I thought, is simply ridiculous...

I was shaken from my reveries by a loud thump, a scream, and Gatsby, finally pressed to action, forcefully steering the car out of my grip and away from the inevitable wreckage we had left in our path.

Explanation:

Worldy wise 10 lesson 7

Which of the following does not have an interjection?

A) Yikes! I didn't hear you come in.
B) Ouch! Could you please get me a potholder?
C) Aaaah! It's wonderful to see you again!
D) In an emergency, call 9- 1- 1.

Which of the following words is a synonym (means the same) for frank?
A)Shy B)Vague C)Brazen D)Indirect

How do the stories of Yhi in the Newsela article "Australian Aborigines and the Dreamtime When the World Was Created" and lzanagi in "The Birth-Time of the Gods" compare after the acts of creation are finished ? O Yhi and Izanagi both remain on the earth to take care of the world. OYhi and Izanagi both are unhappy with their creation and destroy it. OYhi and Izanagi both return to the sky where they live. O Yhi and Izanagi both have children to whom they give the world.​

How to Make Cookies. First, get your materials. Then, make your dough. Lastly,
cook your dough at 400 degrees for 10 minutes.
a) Problem & Solution
b) Description or List
c) Order of Importance
d) Chronological or Sequential
l

Match the meaning to the coordinating conjunction.

1. presents a reason
2. shows a contrast between two ideas
3. expresses addition
4. shows a choice between two things

answer choices but
answer choices and
answer choices or
answer choices so

what else is language besides a tool​.
give me examples and explanation

When the kids first find the man in the well they...

6. Why did Grandma invite Miss Butler to dinner? What is your evidence from the chapter?​

what does illiterate mean

Is this an INDEPENDENT CLAUSE or a DEPENDENT CLAUSE? For whom was the part given? A. Independent clause B. Dependent clause​

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; 1.How do the first 2 lines of the poem frame the
speaker's tone and perspective towards death?

Which phrases from the passage support the inference that the canyon in peaceful

In the play Oedipus the Chorus make this remark about Oedipus: "Your splendor is all fallen / O naked brow of wrath and tears,/ O change of Oedipus!" In context, what has happened to Oedipus?

What is a vegetarian? A vegan? Do you know anyone who is vegetarian or vegan? What does he or she think about eating animals?

Whats the answer big points and brainliest for best answer and explain

Competition
Consumer

The star and the lily
answers​

Questions and answers from Nelda's Adieu

Just the sight of ..... gives me the creepy-crawlies

The “meaning” intended in a text is often referred to as the theme theme purpose purpose meaning meaning tone

Instructions: Using the image above, write a story. What do you think is happening in this picture? You may structure
your story however you like, but it should be labeled with an exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, and
resolution. Use complete sentences.
Example:
Exposition: The people have gathered for a picnic, when suddenly a storm appears. The people quickly begin to pack
up their food and get ready to leave.
Rising Action: From behind a cloud, a spaceship appears. It hovers over the people.
Climax: With a loud crash, a bolt of lightning strikes the nearby tree, and it begins to fall. The spaceship catches the
tree in a beam of light before it can hurt the people below.
Falling Action: With the tree safely lowered to the ground, the people stare at the spaceship. It doesn't do anything
else, just hovers over them, protecting them from the rain.
Resolution: The rain stops just as suddenly as it started. The spaceship disappears, and the people go home.

what does hrothgar throw to his followers?

Which quotation from the excerpt presents a
counterclaim to the idea that the invention of the
telephone was a triumphant event?
O The story of the telephone's invention in 1876 is one
of hard work, determination, and triumph.
O After all, it has a terrific happy ending in which the
hero, Alexander Graham Bell, uses his astonishing
new device to transmit the words "Mr. Watson, come
here. I want to see you."
However, the true story of how the telephone came to
be is not quite as happy as most imagine. In fact, it is
not a tale of triumph at all, but one of tragedy.
What's more, the first words ever spoken over a wire
could not possibly have been uttered by Alexander
Graham Bell, because he was only two years old at
the time.

What is one way the author increases the sense of horror and suspense in this excerpt? Cite textual evidence to explain your ideas.​

what type of poem is

what word does the author of censors speed up or slow down the story

Read this sentence from “ R.M.S. Titanic.” The band still plays—but not ragtime: Nearer my God to Thee. Nearer to Thee . . . Which part of the plot does this sentence represent?

Which sentence(s) from the excerpt of "Two Friends" BEST
demonstrate(s) that Monsieur Morrisot and Monsieur Sauvage were
afraid?
A
The two friends, pale as death, stood silently side by
side, a slight fluttering of the hands alone betraying their
emotion.
B
Monsieur Sauvage made no reply. Again they stood
side by side.
C
And the two began placidly discussing political
problems with the sound common sense of peaceful,
matter-of-fact citizens-agreeing on one point that they
would never be free.
D.
"Just think that in five minutes you will be at the bottom
of that water. In five minutes! You have relations,
presume?"

7. Which of the following best states what happens to
Ichabod in the end?
O A He is "spirited away by supernatural means."
B He moved away out of fear and embarrassment.
O c The Headless Horseman captured him.
OD He becomes the subject of legend.