thats a ****ing stupid assingment
anyways, ask ehat value classic literature from the 19th century has today, and how the times have changed, thus making such literture outdated but neecerery.
ask her to describe her feelings when someone says only the bad poets live the poem, and the good poets, can only write them
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.
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