But in the main I feel like a brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall.Against a wall in company with other bags, white, red and yellow.Pour out the contents,and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless.A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits of broken glass, lengths of string, a key to a door long since crumbled away, a rusty knife-blade, old shoes saved for a road that never was and never will be.a nall bent under the weight of things too a dried flower or two still a little fragrant. In your hand is the brown bag.On the ground before you is the jumble it held -so much like the jumble in the bags, could they be emptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags refilled without altering the content of any greatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place-who knows? 1. Which of the following sentences best describes the purpose the author wants to achieve regarding her audience in this paragraph? A. Hurston wants her audience to recognize that their lives were random and simplistiC. B. Hurston wants to show her audience that individual lives are just a random jumble of ideas that mean very little. C. Hurston wants to persuade her audience to see that we're all similar on the inside and that is what matters. D. Hurston wants the audience to share her view that every object in the world was "a fragment of the Great Soul."