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Directiоns: Reаd the text belоw, tаking nоtes аnd planning your response. Then, write a Paper 1 thesis and two developed, analytical body paragraphs for the text below answering the Guiding Question. This assessment will be graded using the four criterion in the Paper 1 rubric. Recommendation: base your organization on key points in your argument, not by features. This excerpt is from a travel memoir entitled Innocents Abroad, published in 1869 by Mark Twain, a famed American author from the 19th century whose writing was known for both celebrating and critiquing society. We reached Venice at eight in the evening, and entered a hearse belonging to the Grand Hotel d’Europe. At any rate, it was more like a hearse than anything else, though to speak truth, it was a gondola. This the famed gondola and this the gorgeous gondolier!-- a rusty old canoe with a sable hearse-body. As the gondolier turned a corner and shot his hearse into a dismal ditch between two long rows of towering, untenanted buildings, he began to sing, true to the traditions of his people. In a few minutes we swept gracefully out into the Grand Canal, and under the mellow moonlight the Venice of poetry and romance stood revealed. Right from the water’s edge rose long lines of stately palaces of marble; gondolas were gliding swiftly hither and thither and disappearing suddenly through unsuspected gates and alleys. There was life and motion everywhere, and yet everywhere there was a hush, a stealthy sort of stillness, that was suggestive of secret enterprises; and clad half in moonbeams and half in mysterious shadows. The bow is ornamented with a steel comb with a battle-ax attachment which threatens to cut passing boats in two occasionally, but never does. The gondola is painted black because in the zenith of Venetian magnificence the gondolas became too gorgeous altogether, and the Senate decreed that all such display must cease, and a solemn, unembellished black be substituted. Reverence for the hallowed Past and its traditions keeps the dismal fashion in force now. So let it remain. It is the color of mourning. Venice mourns... Sometimes we go flying down the great canals at such a gait that we can get only the merest glimpses into front doors, and again, in obscure alleys in the suburbs, we put on a solemnity suited to the silence, the mildew, the stagnant waters, the clinging weeds, the deserted houses and the general lifelessness of the place, and move to the spirit of grave meditation. We hear the faint sounds of laughter and of shouted farewells floating up out of the distance; and then, the strange pageant being gone, we have lonely stretches of glittering water--of stately buildings--of blotting shadows--of weird stone faces creeping into the moonlight--of deserted bridges--of motionless boats at anchor. And over all broods that mysterious stillness, that stealthy quiet, that befits so well this old dreaming Venice. We have been pretty much everywhere in our gondola. We wished to learn all the curious, outlandish ways of all the different countries, so that we can “show off” and astonish people when we get home. We wish to excite the envy of our untraveled friends with our strange foreign fashions which we can’t shake off. Yes, I think we have seen all of Venice. We have seen, in these old churches, a profusion of costly and elaborate ornamentation such as we never dreamt of before. We have stood in the dim religious light of these sanctuaries, in the midst of long ranks of dusty monuments of the great dead of Venice, until we seemed drifting back, back, back, into the solemn past, and looking upon the scenes and mingling with the peoples of a remote antiquity. We have been in a half-waking sort of dream all the time. I do not know how else to describe the feeling. A part of our being has remained still in the nineteenth century, while another part of it has seemed in some unaccountable way walking among the phantoms of the tenth. Guiding Question: How does the author blend travel writing and persuasive techniques to influence the reader regarding Venice?