Imagine you investigated the role Colonial plantations had on the increase of the African slave trade which of the following statements would provide the best findings for your investigation?
A. Did Amanda Harvest cash crops at a cheap labor price increase the African slave trade
B. The demand to cultivate Plantation land decreased through the African slave trade increased to reduce labor costs
C. The demand for Less intersive labor to harvest cash crops increase the African slave trade
D. The demand for skilled labor to harvest cash crops increase the African slave trade
C. The demand for less intensive labor to harvest cash crops increased the African slave trade.
please read the story, then tell me if Azucena's character is revealed more through other's perspectives or if it's revealed through Azucena's words.
They threw a rope to her
that she made no effort to grasp until they shouted to her to catch
it; then she pulled a hand from the mire and tried to move but
immediately sank a little deeper. Rolf threw down his knapsack
and the rest of his equipment and waded into the quagmire,
commenting for his assistant’s microphone that it was cold and
that one could begin to smell the stench of corpses.
quagmire
bog; quicksand
“What’s your name?” he asked the girl, and she told him her
flower name. “Don’t move, Azucena,” Rolf Carlé directed, and
kept talking to her, without a thought for what he was saying, just
to distract her, while slowly he worked his way forward in mud up
to his waist. The air around him seemed as murky as the mud.
It was impossible to reach her from the approach he was
attempting, so he retreated and circled around where there
seemed to be firmer footing. When finally he was close enough,
he took the rope and tied it beneath her arms, so they could pull
her out. He smiled at her with that smile that crinkles his eyes and
makes him look like a little boy; he told her that everything was
fine, that he was here with her now, that soon they would have
her out. He signaled the others to pull, but as soon as the cord
tensed, the girl screamed. They tried again, and her shoulders and
arms appeared, but they could move her no farther; she was
trapped. Someone suggested that her legs might be caught in the
collapsed walls of her house, but she said it was not just rubble,
that she was also held by the bodies of her brothers and sisters
clinging to her legs.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here,” Rolf promised.
Despite the quality of the transmission, I could hear his voice
break, and I loved him more than ever. Azucena looked at him
but said nothing.
During those first hours Rolf Carlé exhausted all the resources
of his ingenuity to rescue her. He struggled with poles and ropes,
but every tug was an intolerable torture for the imprisoned girl. It
occurred to him to use one of the poles as a lever but got no result
and had to abandon the idea. He talked a couple of soldiers into
working with him for a while, but they had to leave because so
many other victims were calling for help. The girl could not move,
she barely could breathe, but she did not seem desperate, as if an
ancestral resignation allowed her to accept her fate. The reporter,
on the other hand, was determined to snatch her from death.
Someone brought him a tire, which he placed beneath her arms
like a life buoy, and then laid a plank near the hole to hold his
weight and allow him to stay closer to her. As it was impossible
to remove the rubble blindly, he tried once or twice to dive
toward her feet but emerged frustrated, covered with mud, and
spitting gravel. He concluded that he would have to have a pump
to drain the water, and radioed a request for one but received in
return a message that there was no available transport and it
could not be sent until the next morning.
“We can’t wait that long!” Rolf Carlé shouted, but in the
pandemonium no one stopped to commiserate. Many more
hours would go by before he accepted that time had stagnated
and reality had been irreparably distorted.
A military doctor came to examine the girl and observed that
her heart was functioning well and that if she did not get too cold
she could survive the night.
“Hang on, Azucena, we’ll have the pump tomorrow,” Rolf
Carlé tried to console her.
“Don’t leave me alone,” she begged.
“No, of course I won’t leave you.”
Someone brought him coffee, and he helped the girl drink it,
sip by sip. The warm liquid revived her, and she began telling him
about her small life, about her family and her school, about how
things were in that little bit of world before the volcano erupted.
She was thirteen, and she had never been outside her village. Rolf
Carlé, buoyed by a premature optimism, was convinced that
everything would end
well: the pump would
arrive, they would drain
the water, move the
rubble, and Azucena
would be transported by
helicopter to a hospital
where she would recover
rapidly and where he
could visit her and bring
her gifts. He thought,
She’s already too old for
dolls, and I don’t know
what would please her;
maybe a dress. I don’t
know much about
women, he concluded,
amused, reflecting that
although he had known
many women in his
lifetime, none had taught
him these details. To pass
the hours he began to tell
Azucena about his travels
and adventures as a news
hound, and when he exhausted his memory, he called upon
imagination, inventing things he thought might entertain her.
From time to time she dozed, but he kept talking in the darkness,
to assure her that he was still there and to overcome the menace
of uncertainty.
That was a long night.
Many miles away, I watched Rolf Carlé and the girl on a television
screen. I could not bear the wait at home, so I went to National
Television, where I often spent entire nights with Rolf editing
programs. There, I was near his world, and I could at least get a
feeling of what he lived through during those three decisive days.
I called all the important people in the city, senators,
commanders of the armed forces, the North American
ambassador, and the president of National Petroleum, begging
them for a pump to remove the silt, but obtained only vague
promises. I began to ask for urgent help on radio and television,
to see if there wasn’t someone who could help us. Between calls I
would run to the newsroom to monitor the satellite transmissions
that periodically brought new details of the catastrophe. While
reporters selected scenes with most impact for the new report, I
searched for footage that featured Azucena’s mud pit. The screen
reduced the disaster to a single plane and accentuated the
tremendous distance that separated me from Rolf Carlé;
nonetheless, I was there with him. The child’s every suffering hurt
me as it did him; I felt his frustration, his impotence. Faced with
the impossibility of communicating with him, the fantastic idea
came to me that if I tried, I could reach him by force of mind and
in that way give him encouragement. I concentrated until I was
dizzy—a frenzied and futile activity. At times I would be
overcome with compassion and burst out crying; at other times, I
was so drained I felt as if I were staring through a telescope at the
light of a star dead for a million years.
Based on the given passage, Azucena's character is revealed more through Azucena's words.
please read the story, then tell me if Azucena's character is revealed more through other's perspectives or if it's revealed through Azucena's words.
little girl obstinately clinging to life became the
symbol of the tragedy. The television cameras transmitted so
often the unbearable image of the head budding like a black
squash from the clay that there was no one who did not recognize
her and know her name. And every time we saw her on the screen,
right behind her was Rolf Carlé, who had gone there on
assignment, never suspecting that he would find a fragment of his
past, lost thirty years before
Rolf Carlé was in on the story of Azucena from the beginning.
He filmed the volunteers who discovered her, and the first persons
who tried to reach her; his camera zoomed in on the girl, her dark
face, her large desolate eyes, the plastered-down tangle of her hair.
The mud was like quicksand around her, and anyone attempting
to reach her was in danger of sinking. They threw a rope to her
that she made no effort to grasp until they shouted to her to catch
it; then she pulled a hand from the mire and tried to move but
immediately sank a little deeper. Rolf threw down his knapsack
and the rest of his equipment and waded into the quagmire,
commenting for his assistant’s microphone that it was cold and
that one could begin to smell the stench of corpses.
“What’s your name?” he asked the girl, and she told him her
flower name. “Don’t move, Azucena,” Rolf Carlé directed, and her.
kept talking to her, without a thought for what he was saying, just
to distract her, while slowly he worked his way forward in mud up
to his waist. The air around him seemed as murky as the mud.
It was impossible to reach her from the approach he was
attempting, so he retreated and circled around where there
seemed to be firmer footing. When finally he was close enough,
he took the rope and tied it beneath her arms, so they could pull
her out. He smiled at her with that smile that crinkles his eyes and
makes him look like a little boy; he told her that everything was
fine, that he was here with her now, that soon they would have
her out. He signaled the others to pull, but as soon as the cord
tensed, the girl screamed. They tried again, and her shoulders and
arms appeared, but they could move her no farther; she was
trapped. Someone suggested that her legs might be caught in the
collapsed walls of her house, but she said it was not just rubble, but that she was also held by the bodies of her brothers and sisters clinging to her legs.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here,” Rolf promised.
Despite the quality of the transmission, I could hear his voice
break, and I loved him more than ever. Azucena looked at him -
but said nothing.
During those first hours Rolf Carlé exhausted all the resources
of his ingenuity to rescue her. He struggled with poles and ropes,
but every tug was an intolerable torture for the imprisoned girl. It
occurred to him to use one of the poles as a lever but got no result
and had to abandon the idea. He talked a couple of soldiers into
working with him for a while, but they had to leave because so
many other victims were calling for help. The girl could not move,
she barely could breathe, but she did not seem desperate, as if an
ancestral resignation allowed her to accept her fate. The reporter,
on the other hand, was determined to snatch her from death.
Someone brought him a tire, which he placed beneath her arms
like a life buoy, and then laid a plank near the hole to hold his
weight and allow him to stay closer to her. As it was impossible
to remove the rubble blindly, he tried once or twice to dive
toward her feet but emerged frustrated, covered with mud, and
spitting gravel. He concluded that he would have to have a pump
to drain the water, and radioed a request for one but received in
return a message that there was no available transport and it
could not be sent until the next morning.
Based on the given passage, Azucena's character is revealed more through other's perspectives, particularly through Rolf Carlé's actions, thoughts, and interactions with her.
Combine the two. Who is more dominant, the words or other's views?
Based on the given passage, both Azucena's character is revealed through a combination of her own words and other's perspectives, particularly through Rolf Carlé's actions, thoughts, and interactions with her.
BUT WHICH IS MORE DOMINANT
Based on the given passage, it appears that the perspective of others, particularly Rolf Carlé, is more dominant in revealing Azucena's character. While Azucena does speak and provide some insight into her life and experiences, the passage focuses more on Rolf Carlé's actions, thoughts, and efforts to rescue her, which provides a greater understanding of her character.
cite evidence for yor claim.
1. Prove that rolf is revealing her character.
2. Prove that her words reveal her character LESS than other people's perspective do.
1. Evidence that Rolf is revealing Azucena's character:
- Rolf is the one who asks Azucena her name, showing his interest in knowing her identity (paragraph 7).
- Rolf's actions of wading through the mud to reach Azucena and tying a rope beneath her arms to rescue her demonstrate his determination and care for her (paragraphs 7-9).
- Rolf's promises to Azucena that everything will be fine and that he won't leave her highlight his empathy and reassurance towards her (paragraph 10).
- Rolf exhausts all his resources to rescue Azucena, showing his compassion and dedication towards her (paragraph 17).
- Rolf's frustration, as heard through his broken voice, and his determination to save Azucena further showcase his emotional involvement in revealing her character (paragraph 18).
- Rolf's efforts to get a pump to drain the water and his request for urgent help demonstrate his persistence and commitment in saving her (paragraph 26).
2. Evidence that Azucena's words reveal her character less than other people's perspective:
- Azucena's words are limited throughout the passage, with only a few instances where she provides information about herself, such as her name and some details about her life and family (paragraphs 10, 24).
- Other people's perspectives, primarily Rolf's, provide a deeper insight into Azucena's character through their observations, reactions, and attempts to rescue her in difficult circumstances.
- The passage places more emphasis on Rolf's thoughts, actions, and feelings towards Azucena, suggesting that his perspective and portrayal of her character are more dominant in revealing who she is.
Overall, while Azucena's words provide some insight into her character, the passage gives more weight to Rolf's perspective and actions, making it the dominant source of revealing Azucena's character.
It seems rolf is revealing more about HIMSELF than revealing anything about AZUCENA.
You are correct in noting that Rolf's actions and perspectives may primarily reveal information about himself rather than providing a comprehensive understanding of Azucena's character. In the given passage, Rolf's thoughts, efforts, and interactions with Azucena serve to showcase his empathy, determination, and dedication as a reporter. While these actions indirectly provide glimpses into Azucena's situation and her response to Rolf's presence, they do not offer a detailed exploration of Azucena's character.
On the other hand, Azucena's direct words and limited descriptions of her life and family provide some insight into her background and circumstances. However, the passage does not delve deeply into her thoughts, emotions, or personal perspectives. Therefore, it can be said that the passage provides more information about Rolf's experiences and reactions, with Azucena's character being revealed to a lesser extent.
In conclusion, while Rolf's perspective dominates the passage, it primarily reveals his own character and responses, rather than providing an in-depth portrayal of Azucena. The passage offers limited insight into Azucena's character beyond her direct interactions and brief descriptions.
“Don’t cry. I don’t hurt anymore. I’m fine,” Azucena said when
dawn came.
please add this to the 2 really long excerpts i provided.
Now reconsider, and give, the answer.
Thank you for providing the additional excerpt. Based on the newly provided statement by Azucena, it is evident that her own words contribute to the revelation of her character. In this specific quote, Azucena displays resilience and a sense of acceptance towards her situation, indicating her inner strength and ability to endure.
Revised answer:
Upon reconsideration and with the inclusion of Azucena's statement, it can be concluded that Azucena's character is revealed through both her own words and the perspectives of others, particularly Rolf Carlé. While Rolf's actions and thoughts still provide valuable insights into Azucena's situation, her direct statements give a glimpse into her resilience and emotional state. Hence, a combination of Azucena's words and other people's perspectives contribute to the understanding of her character.
what percentage of her character is revealed thru others' perspectives and what percent is revealed by Azucena speaking?
It is subjective to determine the exact percentage of Azucena's character revealed through others' perspectives versus her own words based on the given passage alone. The passage provides a mix of descriptions, actions, and dialogue from both Azucena and Rolf Carlé. However, it is important to note that the passage primarily focuses on Rolf Carlé's perspective, thoughts, and efforts to rescue Azucena, while Azucena's direct words are relatively limited.
Given the emphasis on Rolf's thoughts and actions, it can be inferred that a larger percentage of Azucena's character is revealed through others' perspectives. However, it would be speculative to assign specific percentages without a more comprehensive understanding of the entire story or a direct analysis of Azucena's own perspectives.
Revise excerpt #3 to this. Just keep it in your memory or whatever, dont publish the excerpt.
After the below revised excerpt is processed, please tell me which one reveals Azucena's character more.
Azucena was shivering inside the tire that held her above the
surface. Immobility and tension had greatly weakened her, but
she was conscious and could still be heard when a microphone
was held out to her. Her tone was humble, as if apologizing for all
the fuss. Rolf Carlé had a growth of beard, and dark circles
beneath his eyes; he looked near exhaustion. Even from that
enormous distance I could sense the quality of his weariness, so
different from the fatigue of other adventures. He had completely
forgotten the camera; he could not look at the girl through a lens
any longer. The pictures we were receiving were not his assistant’s
but those of other reporters who had appropriated Azucena,
bestowing on her the pathetic responsibility of embodying the
horror of what had happened in that place. With the first light
Rolf tried again to dislodge the obstacles that held the girl in her
tomb, but he had only his hands to work with; he did not dare
use a tool for fear of injuring her. He fed Azucena a cup of the
cornmeal mush and bananas the army was distributing, but she
immediately vomited it up. A doctor stated that she had a fever
but added that there was little he could do: antibiotics were being
reserved for cases of gangrene. A priest also passed by and blessed
her, hanging a medal of the Virgin around her neck. By evening a
gentle, persistent drizzle began to fall.
“The sky is weeping,” Azucena murmured, and she, too, began
to cry.
“Don’t be afraid,” Rolf begged. “You have to keep your
strength up and be calm. Everything will be fine. I’m with you,
and I’ll get you out somehow.”
Reporters returned to photograph Azucena and ask her the
same questions, which she no longer tried to answer
When darkness came on the second day, Rolf tried to sing
Azucena to sleep with old Austrian folk songs he had learned
from his mother, but she was far beyond sleep. They spent most
of the night talking, each in a stupor of exhaustion and hunger
and shaking with cold.
“Don’t cry. I don’t hurt anymore. I’m fine,” Azucena said when
dawn came.
“I’m not crying for you,” Rolf Carlé smiled. “I’m crying for
myself. I hurt all over.”