Read the following three passages carefully and look up any unfamiliar words. Then, referring to the chart on page 211 if necessary, indicate the writer's tone. Keep in mind that this chart does not represent the entire range of human emotion. Underline the words and phrases that helped you determine the emotional attitude conveyed.

1			While the Valley of Mexico was still reaching for its first period of dominance around the dawn of the Christian era the brilliant and isolated civilization of the Maya was taking shape far to the south. The Maya were a special breed with a distinctive language and the peculiar profile--sloping forehead, prominent curving nose and full lips--that is endlessly depicted on their ancient monuments and is still common among their descendants in modern Yucatan. The Maya were the Maya; they were like no other people, and their civilization was like no other. --Jonathan Norton Leonard, Ancient America
2			My dog can't go in the barber shop with me anymore, but I don't know why because she curled up by the door and minded her own business until I got out of the chair, when she would gaze at me in astonishment, wondering how I had changed so much in just a few minutes. The sign now says, Sorry, No Dogs. The word sorry is pure hypocrisy and I resent it; it gives off a hollow ring like a spurious coin when tapped on the counter. My barber, whom I have called Nick for the past twelve years, has informed me that he is now a stylist, not a barber, and that he would appreciate it I would call him Mr. Nicholas in the future. I'm looking for a new barber. --Caskie Stinnett, "A Room with a View," Down East
3			Little Grace died in the fall. She was a beautiful little girl. But she only lived a little over two years. She died of polio and she suffered. She had a slight fever for a couple of days, but it didn't seem like anything and we just kept her in bed. And we would certainly have called the doctor, but the fever dropped, she seemed to be all right. So we thought it had just been a cold. Then, one day, she was up, playing. Isabel was in the kitchen fixing lunch for the two boys when they'd come in from school, and she heard Grace fall down in the living room. When you have a lot of children, you don't always start running when one of them falls, unless they start screaming of something. And, this time, Grace was quiet. Yet, Isabel says that when she heard that thump and then that silence, something happened in her to make her afraid. And she ran to the living room and there was little Grace on the floor, all twisted up, and the reason she hadn't screamed was that she couldn't get her breath. And when she did scream, it was the worst sound, Isabel says, that she'd ever heard in all her life, and she still hears it sometimes in her dreams. Isabel will sometimes wake me up with a low, moaning, strangled sound and I have to be quick to awaken her and hold her to me and where Isabel is weeping against me seems a mortal wound. --James Baldwin, "Sonny's Blues," Going to Meet the Man