Question

winglike along his side, and who was for that reason named for a butterfly—shamengwa. other than his arm, he was an extremely well - made person. anyone could see that he had been handsome, and he still cut a graceful figure, slim and of medium height. his head was covered with a startling thick mane of white hair, which he was proud of. every few weeks, he had it carefully trimmed and styled by his daughter, geraldine, who traveled in from the bush just to do it. shamengwa was a man of refinement, who prepared himself carefully to meet life every day. in the ojibwa language that is spoken on our reservation, owehzhee is the way men get themselves up—pluck stray hairs, brush each tooth, make a precise part in their hair, and these days, press a sharp crease down the front of their blue jeans—in order to show that, although the government has tried in every way possible to destroy their manhood, they are undefeatable. owehzhee. we still look good and we know it. the old man was never seen in disarray, and yet there was more to it. he played the fiddle. how he played the fiddle! although his arm was so twisted and disfigured that his shirts had to be carefully altered and pinned to accommodate the gnarled shape, he had agility in that arm, even strength. ever since he was very young, shamengwa had, with the aid of a white silk scarf, tied his elbow into a position that allowed the elegant hand and fingers at the end of the damaged arm full play across the fiddle’s strings. with his other hand, he drew the bow. when i try to explain the sound he made, i come to some trouble with words. inside became outside when shamengwa played music. yet inside to outside does not half sum it up. the music was more than music—at least, more than what we are used to hearing. the sound connected instantly with something deep and joyous. those powerful moments of true knowledge which we paper over with daily life. the music tapped our terrors, too. things we’d lived through and wanted never to repeat. shredded imaginings, unadmitted longings, fear, and also surprising pleasures. we can’t live at that pitch. but every so often something shatters like ice, and we fall into the river of our own existence. we are aware. this realization was in his music somehow or in the way he played it. the second half of the third paragraph (when... played it) primarily serves to a highlight the community’s unique qualities b explain the impact of a character’s performing style c acknowledge the narrator’s limited ability to describe the music d mourn many of the reservation residents’ loss of self - knowledge

Explanation:

The text describes Shamenghwa's fiddle - playing and how the music connects with deep emotions and experiences of the community. It emphasizes the unique and powerful nature of the music, which is part of the community's identity. The second - half of the paragraph focuses on the impact of his music rather than on the narrator's limitations, the loss of self - knowledge of residents, or just a general description of community qualities. It mainly shows the impact of his performing style on those who listen.

Answer:

B. explain the impact of a character's performing style