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Multivariable Calculus 10th Edition Larson Test Bank
Multivariable Calculus 10th Edition Larson Test Bank
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MULTIPLE CHOICE
1. Find the slope of the line tangent to the graph of the function at the point .
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ANS: A PTS: 1 DIF: Easy REF: Section 2.1
OBJ: Calculate the slope of a line tangent to the graph of a function at a specified point
MSC: Skill
2. Find the slope of the line tangent to the graph of the function at the point .
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b.
c.
d.
e.
ANS: C PTS: 1 DIF: Medium REF: Section 2.1
OBJ: Calculate the slope of a line tangent to the graph of a function at a specified point
MSC: Skill
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5. Find the derivative of the following function using the limiting process.
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6. Find the derivative of the following function using the limiting process.
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ANS: E PTS: 1 DIF: Easy REF: Section 2.1
OBJ: Calculate the derivative of a function by the limit process MSC: Skill
7. Find the derivative of the following function using the limiting process.
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8. Find the derivative of the following function using the limiting process.
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9. Find the derivative of the following function using the limiting process.
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10. Find the derivative of the function using the limiting process.
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“Yaas, tittie, ’e stan’ so fuh true. Sat’d’y night da’ nigguh gone Cross
Road’. ’E buy uh killybash full uh rum f’um de buckruh. ’E drink’um eb’ry
Gawd’ drap. ’E nebbuh gi’ nobody none. ’E gone home. Sunday, ’e dead!
’E nebbuh know nutt’n’ ’tell Sunday night ’e maamy full’ uh piggin full uh
watuh out de well en’ t’row’um ’puntop’uh Scipio, weh ’e duh leddown
’puntop de flo’, fuh mek’um fuh wake. De nigguh binnuh leddown ’puntop
’e back fuh sleep. ’E sleep’ haa’d. ’E groan’ en’ ’e groan! ’E groan’ en’ ’e
groan’! ’E mout’ op’n roun’ same lukkuh snake hole. W’en de watuh full’
’e mout’, ’e blow lukkuh de ’strucshun strain injine duh blow off steam
w’en ’e duh load grabble! De t’ing ’trangle’um. ’E choke! ’E jump out ’e
maamy’ do’ en’ ’e gone t’ru de briah-patch dat fas’ ’e lef’ half ’e britchiz
’puntop de briah! Bumbye, w’en ’e maamy gone duh ’ood fuh fine’um,
please Gawd, de nigguh binnuh leddown flat ’puntop ’e belly een de du’t,
duh swim! Da’ piggin full uh watuh hab shishuh cuntrady tas’e een ’e
mout’, ’e mek’um t’ink suh him dey een de ribbuh! ’E ’tretch out all fo’ ’e
han’ en’ ’e foot. ’E ten finguh’ duh grabble een de du’t. Bumbye, w’en ’e
han’ loos’n de du’t, ’e feel uh pinetree root. ’E graff’um een alltwo ’e han’!
’E holluh. ‘Tengk Gawd,’ ’e say, ‘uh done sabe! Uh yent fuh drowndid no
mo!’ En’ da’ fool nigguh pull ’pun de pinetree root fuh hice ’eself out de
ribbuh! Da’ rum do’um bad!”
Scipio swelled with wrath, but at first “too full for sound or foam,” bent
to his task and, cutting savagely at the thickest stalks, under the impetus of
anger, soon forged ahead of the others and led the line. Before he drew
away, however, he projected this Parthian shot with a torpedo in its tail:
“Benus en’ Diana, oonuh alltwo duh bodduh me, w’ymekso oonuh ent
study ’bout Paul? Him duh alltwo oonuh sweeth’aa’t en’ t’ing. Diana t’ink
suh Paul duh him’own ’cause ’e ge’m da’ catfish ’e ketch las’ Sat’d’y, en’
Benus t’ink suh him duh she’own, ’cause ’e buy gunjuh fuhr’um duh Cross
Road’, but Paul nebbuh buy no frock fuh Diana, en’ ’e nebbuh buy none
fuh Benus, but him buy’um fuh Minda, en’ ’e duh keep cump’ny ’long
Minda, en’ him duh yalluh gal, en’ Paul nebbuh fuh study ’bout no black
nigguh’ no mo’! Him duh fool oonuh alltwo!”
The torpedo exploded.
Two dusky faces quickly changed from smirking comedy to girding
tragedy. Two stalwart forms stiffened in their tracks and stood astraddle like
two Colossi of Rhodes. Two pairs of powerful arms akimboed, and two sets
of sinewy fingers clutched the handles of their rice hooks!
“Hukkuh Paul happ’n fuh gi’ you catfish? You mus’be baig fuhr’um,
enty?”
“Baig fuhr’um! Me fuh baig man fuh catfish! I iz uh lady, uh wan’ you
fuh know, en’ ef you haffuh baig’um fuh gunjuh, me yent haffuh baig’um
fuh catfish!”
“Wuh you got fuh do wid wuh Paul gi’ me? Him duh yo’ juntlemun,
enty?”
“Ef ’e yent my’own, uh know berry well suh him ent fuh blonx to no
black nigguh lukkuh you!”
“Nigguh! Who you call nigguh? De Debble is uh nigguh!”
“Him duh nigguh fuh true, but dis ricefiel’ full uh ’e chillun, en’ ’e
gran’chillun alltwo, en’ uh ’spec’ you duh one uh ’e gran’!”
A shriek of laughter from Scipio filled Diana’s cup of anger to
overflowing, and, with a savage rice-cutting swing, she sideswiped Venus
with her saw-edged sickle, and cut her acquaintance below, and behind, the
belt. Bustles were not then worn, but the victim was saved from a most
inconvenient wound by the folds of her looped-up skirt, which, like a furled
sail, hung just abaft the beam, and she received only a scratch. Starting at
the scratch, however, Diana was twenty feet away and going strong when
Venus, yelling with pain, turned and gave chase. Screams of laughter
mingled with shouts of excitement, as Diana tripped and fell on the stubble,
and Venus, too close to check her speed, stumbled over her prostrate
assailant and came a cropper, the rice hook flying out of her hand as she
fell. Diana’s weapon, having been taken from her by one of the men, the
two ladies were on equal terms with nature’s weapons, and, both being on
all-fours, literally and figuratively, they soon fastened their “ten
commandments” in each other’s wool. They fought viciously and silently,
and not until, collapsed from exhaustion, they had been separated by the
men, did they again become vocal. Venus’ gingham skirt had suffered a
cruel rent. As she reached behind her and felt the yawning gap in her
sartorial hinterland, and realized the ignominy that had been put upon her
by this “most unkindest cut of all,” she shrieked in anger. “Uh gwine tek
you Trial Jestuss! You fuh gone Adam’ Run fuh dis t’ing wuh you done
do!” and she flung wrathfully out of the field. Out of the babel of voices
that arose among the partisans of the two goddesses, the dominant note was
abuse of Scipio, who had flung Paul, the apple, or rather the Guinea squash,
of discord among them.
“Wuh you haffuh do ’long Paul’ name? Ef him iz buy gunjuh en’ frock
en’ t’ing fuh t’ree ’ooman’, uh sho’ ’e mo’ bettuh den fuh nebbuh buy
nutt’n’ fuh none!” showing the world-wide feminine appreciation of a free
spender. “Wuh you ebbuh buy fuh ’ooman? Eb’ry Sat’d’y night da’
buckruh’ sto’ duh Cross Road’ full up wid ’ooman, en’ you ebbuh buy uh
tencent wut’ uh bakin fuh greese dem mout’? No, suh! You lub fuh talk
sweetmout’ talk ’long’um, but you dat stingy you nebbuh buy uh candy,
eeduhso uh sugar, fuh sweet’n dem mout’. Ent you know suh ’ooman lub
uh freehan’ man?”
“Yaas, tittie! You talk trute! ’Ooman redduh hab ’e mout’ full’uh
muhlassis den ’e yez full’uh sweetmout’ talk!”
“Him lub’um alltwo,” observed a sapient one. “Him mout’ en’ him yez
alltwo fuh full one time!”