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LITERATURE (ENGLISH) 0486/04
Paper 4 May/June 2009
2 hours 40 minutes
Additional Materials: Answer Booklet/Paper
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READ THESE INSTRUCTIONS FIRST

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Write your Centre number, candidate number and name on all the work you hand in.
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Do not use staples, paper clips, highlighters, glue or correction fluid.

Answer four questions.

Answer at least one question from each section.
Each of your answers must be on a different text.
Answer at least one passage-based question (marked *) and at least one essay/empathic question.

At the end of the examination, fasten all your work securely together.
All questions in this paper carry equal marks.

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CONTENTS

Section A: Drama

text question
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Alan Ayckbourn: A Small Family Business *1, 2, 3 pages 4–5

Lorraine Hansberry: A Raisin in the Sun *4, 5, 6 pages 6–7
Charlotte Keatley: My Mother Said I Never Should *7, 8, 9 pages 8–9
Arthur Miller: The Crucible *10, 11, 12 pages 10–11
William Shakespeare: As You Like It *13, 14, 15 pages 12–13
William Shakespeare: Richard III *16, 17, 18 pages 14–15

Section B: Poetry

text question
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Songs of Ourselves: from Part 3 *19, 20, 21 pages 16–17

John Keats: Poems *22, 23, 24 page 18

Section C: Prose

text question
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Chinua Achebe: Things Fall Apart *25, 26, 27 pages 20–21

Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice *28, 29, 30 pages 22–23
Ian Cross: The God Boy *31, 32, 33 pages 24–25
Anita Desai: Games at Twilight and Other Stories *34, 35, 36 pages 26–27
William Golding: Lord of the Flies *37, 38, 39 page 28
Thomas Hardy: Far from the Madding Crowd *40, 41, 42 page 29
Harper Lee: To Kill a Mockingbird *43, 44, 45 pages 30–31
Barrie Wade, ed.: Into the Wind: Contemporary Stories in English *46, 47, 48 pages 32–33

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SECTION A: DRAMA

ALAN AYCKBOURN: A Small Family Business

Either *1 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Jack: Come on, everyone, Ken’s arrived.

Poppy: [waving Tina out of the dining room] Come on, Tina. Quickly.
Tina scurries across the hall and into the near sitting room
where she joins Cliff, Anita, Lotario, Harriet, Desmond,
Roy and Jack. Poppy hovers in the hall, waiting. 5
Anita: [as someone touches her ] Oooh!
All: Sssh!
Anita: Here we go again …
The doorbell rings. Poppy opens the door immediately.
Ken and Yvonne enter. Ken is much the same, perhaps a 10
little vaguer. Yvonne is like a Christmas tree. She sparkles
with expensive jewellery, everywhere.
Poppy: Hallo, there. Come in, come in.
Ken: Hallo, my flower. Hallo, my dearest.
Poppy: Let me take your coats. 15
Yvonne: [winking] Are we the first?
Poppy: I think you are, yes.
Ken: Happy birthday, my dear. And very many more.
Yvonne: No, it’s your birthday, Ken. It’s yours. [to Poppy ] He keeps
forgetting. He kept wishing the taxi driver many happy 20
returns.
Ken: Mine? Is it my birthday, then?
Poppy: Yes, it’s yours. Not mine.
Ken: I know that, girl. Seventy-five. Seventy-five today. Right?
Poppy: That’s right. Now you come on through. 25
Ken: This is very nice. Who lives here, then?
Poppy leads them across the hall. As Ken enters the near
sitting room, the lights are switched on. A great cry from
everyone.
All: [singing ] 30
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you, etc.
At the end, applause. People cluster round Ken with good
wishes. He seems quite overwhelmed. Poppy draws Jack
to one side. 35
Poppy: Jack! Have you seen what that woman’s wearing?
Have you seen what Yvonne’s wearing?
Jack: What’s that?
Poppy: That’s all Grace’s jewellery. Those are my mother’s
diamonds she’s got on. 40
Jack: Perhaps Ken lent them to her.
Poppy: [with some venom ] Nonsense. Jack, she’s stolen them.
If they belong to anyone, they’re mine. That woman has
stolen them and she thinks we daren’t do anything about
it. Little thieving bitch … 45
Jack: It’s all right, love. If she has stolen them, then she’ll answer
for it. I’m having no more of that, ever again. From now
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rules. And anyone who breaks them is going to have the

family to answer to. I’ll get Anita to have a word with her 50
later. Now come on, stop worrying and enjoy the party …
Poppy: [lovingly ] You’re a good man, Jack. You’re such a good
man.
She kisses him lightly. They both return to the throng.
Ken: [above the chatter ] Ladies and … Ladies … 55
Cliff: Speech! Speech!
Anita: Ssshh! Quiet!
A silence. Ken and Yvonne have both been given drinks.
Ken: Ladies and Gentlemen … I just want to say … now, I’m
not saying very much. Because it’s not my place to. It’s not 60
my day. All I want to say is … Jack.
He looks towards Desmond.
Desmond: [pointing, gently ] That’s Jack, Dad …
Ken: Yes, it’s Jack I’m talking to, not you, you fool. [turning to
Jack ] Jack. Thank you, for everything. And you know what 65
I mean by everything. And, happy birthday, son.
He raises his glass. Everyone, rather startled, toasts Jack.
Jack: Well. This is an unexpected anniversary pleasure.
[Reflects.] I’ve made my speech for this year. It still stands.
I’d simply like to propose this toast. Here’s to you, Ken. 70
Here’s to us. Here’s to the family. And finally, here’s to
the business. We’ve had our share of troubles and we’ve
seen them off. And together, I can promise you this, we
will continue to see them all off – whoever they are and
wherever they come from. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give 75
you – the family business!
All: The family business!
As they drink, the lights fade on the party guests – leaving,
for a few seconds or so, the image of Samantha, huddled
and alone. Then, as we lose her too: 80
Blackout, Curtain.

Explore the ways in which Ayckbourn makes these last few moments of the play so
ironic.

Or 2 How do you think Ayckbourn makes Benedict Hough such a menacing figure in the play?
Support your ideas with details from the play.

Or 3 You are Samantha at the opening of the play. You have just watched your father’s return
home and have just listened to his speech. Write your thoughts.

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LORRAINE HANSBERRY: A Raisin in the Sun

Either *4 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Lindner: [looking around at all of them] I take it then that you have
decided to occupy.
Beneatha: That’s what the man said.
Lindner: [to Mama in her reverie] Then I would like to appeal to
you, Mrs Younger. You are older and wiser and understand 5
things better I am sure …
Mama: [rising ] I am afraid you don’t understand. My son said we
was going to move and there ain’t nothing left for me to
say. [Shaking her head with double meaning ] You know
how these young folks is nowadays, mister. Can’t do a 10
thing with ’em. Good-bye.
Lindner: [folding up his materials] Well – if you are that final about
it … There is nothing left for me to say. [He finishes. He
is almost ignored by the family, who are concentrating on
Walter Lee. At the door Lindner halts and looks around.] I 15
sure hope you people know what you’re doing. [He shakes
his head and goes.]
Ruth: [looking around and coming to life] Well, for God’s sake – if
the moving men are here – LET’S GET THE HELL OUT
OF HERE! 20
Mama: [into action ] Ain’t it the truth! Look at all this here mess.
Ruth put Travis’s good jacket on him … Walter Lee,
fix your tie and tuck your shirt in, you look just like
somebody’s hoodlum. Lord have mercy, where is my
plant? [She flies to get it amid the general bustling of 25
the family, who are deliberately trying to ignore the
nobility of the past moment.] You all start on down …
Travis child, don’t go empty-handed … Ruth, where did I
put that box with my skillets in it? I want to be in charge
of it myself … I’m going to make us the biggest dinner we 30
ever ate tonight … Beneatha, what’s the matter with them
stockings? Pull them things up, girl …
The family starts to file out as two moving men appear and
begin to carry out the heavier pieces of furniture, bumping
into the family as they move about. 35
Beneatha: Mama, Asagai – asked me to marry him today and go to
Africa –
Mama: [in the middle of her getting-ready activity ] He did? You
ain’t old enough to marry nobody. [Sees the moving men
lifting one of her chairs precariously.] Darling, that ain’t no 40
bale of cotton, please handle it so we can sit in it again. I
had that chair twenty-five years …
The movers sigh with exasperation and go on with their
work.
Beneatha: [girlishly and unreasonably trying to pursue the 45
conversation] To go to Africa, Mama – be a doctor in
Africa …
Mama: [distracted ] Yes, baby –
Walter: Africa! What he want you to go to Africa for?
Beneatha: To practise there … 50
Walter: Girl, if you don’t get all them silly ideas out your head! You
better marry yourself a man with some loot …
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Beneatha: [angrily, precisely as in the first scene of the play ] What

have you got to do with who I marry?
Walter: Plenty. Now I think George Murchison – 55
He and Beneatha go out yelling at each other vigorously;
Beneatha is heard saying that she would not marry
George Murchison if he were Adam and she were Eve,
etc. The anger is loud and real till their voices diminish.
Ruth stands at the door and turns to Mama and smiles 60
knowingly.
Mama: [fixing her hat at last ] Yeah – they something all right, my
children …
Ruth: Yeah – they’re something. Let’s go, Lena.
Mama: [stalling, starting to look around the house] Yes – I’m 65
coming. Ruth –
Ruth: Yes?
Mama: [quietly, woman to woman] He finally come into his
manhood today, didn’t he? Kind of like a rainbow after the
rain … 70
Ruth: [biting her lip lest her own pride explode in front of Mama]
Yes, Lena.
Walter’s voice calls for them raucously.
Mama: [waving Ruth out vaguely ] All right, honey – go on down. I
be down directly. 75
Ruth hesitates, then goes. Mama stands at last alone in
the living-room, her plant on the table before her as the
lights start to come down. She looks around at all the
walls and ceilings and suddenly, despite herself, while
the children call below, a great heaving thing rises in her 80
and she puts her fist to her mouth, takes a final desperate
look, pulls her coat about her, pats her hat and goes out.
The lights dim down. The door opens and she comes back
in, grabs her plant, and goes out for the last time.
Curtain. 85

How does Hansberry make this such a satisfying ending to the play?

Or 5 Explore the ways in which Hansberry vividly conveys the tensions between characters
in any two moments in the play. (Do not use the passage printed for Question 4 in
answering this question.)

Or 6 You are Travis. Your grandmother has just opened the envelope containing the cheque
and you have gone out to play in the yard. Write your thoughts.

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Or 8 In what ways does Keatley strikingly convey the influence of Jack Bradley and Ken
Metcalfe even though they are not seen in the play? Support your ideas with details
from the play.

Or 9 You are Rosie after having discovered who your natural mother is. Write your thoughts.

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ARTHUR MILLER: The Crucible

Either *10 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Giles: Say nothin’ more, John. [Pointing at Danforth.] He’s only

playin’ you! He means to hang us all!
Mary Warren bursts into sobs.
Danforth: This is a court of law, Mister. I’ll have no effrontery here!
Proctor: Forgive him, sir, for his old age. Peace, Giles, we’ll prove 5
it all now. [He lifts up Mary’s chin.] You cannot weep, Mary.
Remember the angel, what he say to the boy. Hold to it,
now; there is your rock. (Mary quiets. He takes out a paper,
and turns to Danforth.] This is Mary Warren’s deposition. I –
I would ask you remember, sir, while you read it, that until two 10
weeks ago she were no different than the other children are
today. [He is speaking reasonably, restraining all his fears,
his anger, his anxiety.] You saw her scream, she howled,
she swore familiar spirits choked her; she even testified that
Satan, in the form of women now in jail, tried to win her soul 15
away, and then when she refused –
Danforth: We know all this.
Proctor: Aye, sir. She swears now that she never saw Satan; nor any
spirit, vague or clear, that Satan may have sent to hurt her.
And she declares her friends are lying now. 20
Proctor starts to hand Danforth the deposition, and Hale
comes up to Danforth in a trembling state.
Hale: Excellency, a moment. I think this goes to the heart of the
matter.
Danforth: [with deep misgivings] It surely does. 25
Hale: I cannot say he is an honest man; I know him little. But in all
justice, sir, a claim so weighty cannot be argued by a farmer.
In God’s name, sir, stop here; send him home and let him
come again with a lawyer –
Danforth: [patiently ] Now look you, Mr Hale – 30
Hale: Excellency, I have signed seventy-two death warrants; I am
a minister of the Lord, and I dare not take a life without there
be a proof so immaculate no slightest qualm of conscience
may doubt it.
Danforth: Mr Hale, you surely do not doubt my justice. 35
Hale: I have this morning signed away the soul of Rebecca Nurse,
Your Honour. I’ll not conceal it, my hand shakes yet as with
a wound! I pray you, sir, this argument let lawyers present to
you.
Danforth: Mr Hale, believe me; for a man of such terrible learning you 40
are most bewildered – I hope you will forgive me. I have been
thirty-two year at the bar, sir, and I should be confounded
were I called upon to defend these people. Let you consider,
now – [To Proctor and the others.] and I bid you all do likewise.
In an ordinary crime, how does one defend the accused? 45
One calls up witnesses to prove his innocence. But witchcraft
is ipso facto, on its face and by its nature, an invisible crime,
is it not? Therefore, who may possibly be witness to it? The
witch and the victim. None other. Now we cannot hope the
witch will accuse herself; granted? Therefore, we must rely 50
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do testify. As for the witches, none will deny that we are

most eager for all their confessions. Therefore, what is left
for a lawyer to bring out? I think I have made my point. Have
I not? 55
Hale: But this child claims the girls are not truthful, and if they are
not –
Danforth: That is precisely what I am about to consider, sir. What more
may you ask of me? Unless you doubt my probity?
Hale: [defeated ] I surely do not, sir. Let you consider it, then. 60
Danforth: And let you put your heart to rest. Her deposition, Mr. Proctor.
Proctor hands it to him. Hathorne rises, goes beside Danforth,
and starts reading. Parris comes to his other side. Danforth
looks at John Proctor, then proceeds to read. Hale gets up,
finds position near the judge, reads too. Proctor glances at 65
Giles. Francis prays silently, hands pressed together. Cheever
waits placidly, the sublime official, dutiful. Mary Warren sobs
once. John Proctor touches her head reassuringly. Presently
Danforth lifts his eyes, stands up, takes out a kerchief and
blows his nose. The others stand aside as he moves in 70
thought toward the window.

To what extent do you think Miller suggests in this extract that justice and common
sense may now return to Salem?

Or 11 In your opinion, how does Miller make John Proctor such a vividly dramatic character?
Support your ideas with details from the play.

Or 12 You are Hale at the end of the play. Write your thoughts.

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: As You Like It

Either *13 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Celia: O my poor Rosalind! Whither wilt thou go?

Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
I charge thee be not thou more griev’d than I am.
Rosalind: I have more cause.
Celia: Thou hast not, cousin. 5
Prithee be cheerful. Know’st thou not the Duke
Hath banish’d me, his daughter?
Rosalind: That he hath not.
Celia: No, hath not? Rosalind lacks, then, the love
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. 10
Shall we be sund’red? Shall we part, sweet girl?
No; let my father seek another heir.
Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us;
And do not seek to take your charge upon you, 15
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
Say what thou canst, I’ll go along with thee.
Rosalind: Why, whither shall we go?
Celia: To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden. 20
Rosalind: Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
Celia: I’ll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber smirch my face, 25
The like do you; so shall we pass along,
And never stir assailants.
Rosalind: Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man? 30
A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,
A boar spear in my hand; and – in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will –
We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have 35
That do outface it with their semblances.
Celia: What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
Rosalind: I’ll have no worse a name than Jove’s own page,
And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
But what will you be call’d? 40
Celia: Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Rosalind: But, cousin, what if we assay’d to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travel? 45
Celia: He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me;
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
Devise the fittest time and safest way
To hide us from pursuit that will be made 50
After my flight. Now go we in content
To liberty, and not to banishment.
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How does Shakespeare make this such a dramatic moment in the play?

Or 14 How far do you find As You Like It a happy and optimistic play? Support your answer by
close reference to the play.

Or 15 You are Celia. You have just met Oliver and heard his story about Orlando and the lioness.
Write your thoughts.

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Richard III

Either *16 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Catesby: Many good morrows to my noble lord!

Hastings: Good morrow, Catesby; you are early stirring.
What news, what news, in this our tott’ring state?
Catesby: It is a reeling world indeed, my lord;
And I believe will never stand upright 5
Till Richard wear the garland of the realm.
Hastings: How, wear the garland! Dost thou mean the crown?
Catesby: Ay, my good lord.
Hastings: I’ll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders
Before I’ll see the crown so foul misplac’d. 10
But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it?
Catesby: Ay, on my life; and hopes to find you forward
Upon his party for the gain thereof;
And thereupon he sends you this good news,
That this same very day your enemies, 15
The kindred of the Queen, must die at Pomfret.
Hastings: Indeed, I am no mourner for that news,
Because they have been still my adversaries,
But that I’ll give my voice on Richard’s side
To bar my master’s heirs in true descent, 20
God knows I will not do it to the death.
Catesby: God keep your lordship in that gracious mind!
Hastings: But I shall laugh at this a twelve month hence,
That they which brought me in my master’s hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy. 25
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I’ll send some packing that yet think not on’t.
Catesby: ’Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar’d and look not for it.
Hastings: O monstrous, monstrous! And so falls it out 30
With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey; and so ’twill do
With some men else that think themselves as safe
As thou and I, who, as thou knowest, are dear
To princely Richard and to Buckingham.
Catesby: The Princes both make high account of you – 35
[Aside] For they account his head upon the bridge.
Hastings: I know they do, and I have well deserv’d it.
Enter Lord Stanley.
Come on, come on; where is your boar-spear, man?
Fear you the boar, and go so unprovided? 40
Stanley: My lord, good morrow; good morrow, Catesby.
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood,
I do not like these several councils, I.
Hastings: My lord, I hold my life as dear as yours,
And never in my days, I do protest, 45
Was it so precious to me as ’tis now.
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am?
Stanley: The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from London,
Were jocund and suppos’d their states were sure, 50
And they indeed had no cause to mistrust;
But yet you see how soon the day o’ercast.
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This sudden stab of rancour I misdoubt;

Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward.
What, shall we toward the Tower? The day is spent. 55
Hastings: Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord?
To-day the lords you talk’d of are beheaded.
Stanley: They, for their truth, might better wear their heads
Than some that have accus’d them wear their hats.
But come, my lord, let’s away. 60

Explore how the ironies in this extract make it so dramatically powerful.

Or 17 What do you think makes Richard such a memorable villain? Support your ideas with
details from the play.

Or 18 You are Buckingham just after Richard has refused your request for an earldom.
Write your thoughts.

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SECTION B: POETRY

SONGS OF OURSELVES: from Part 3

Either *19 Read the following poem, and then answer the question that follows it.

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing 5
in the orange sun’s rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage
can seldom see through 10
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings 15

with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill 20
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn 25
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing. 30

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard 35
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
(by Maya Angelou)

How do the words of this poem express suffering and oppression so powerfully?
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Or 20 What do you find moving about the ways in which the poets in Muliebrity (by Sujata
Bhatt) and She dwelt among the untrodden ways (by William Wordsworth) portray the
two women?

Or 21 Explore moments in two of the following poems in which the poets manage to surprise
the reader with the unexpected. Support your ideas with details from the poems.

Plenty (by Isobel Dixon)

Storyteller (by Liz Lochhead)
Mid-Term Break (by Seamus Heaney)

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JOHN KEATS: Poems

Either *22 Read the following extract from Ode to Psyche, and then answer the question that
follows it.

O latest born and loveliest vision far

Of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy!
Fairer than Phœbe’s sapphire-region’d star,
or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none, 5
Nor altar heap’d with flowers;
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan
Upon the midnight hours;
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
From chain-swung censer teeming; 10
No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat
Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming.

O brightest! though too late for antique vows,

Too, too late for the fond believing lyre,
When holy were the haunted forest boughs, 15
Holy the air, the water, and the fire;
Yet even in these days so far retir’d
From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,
Fluttering among the faint Olympians,
I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. 20
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours;
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet
From swinged censer teeming;
Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat 25
Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming.

Explore how in this extract Keats shows how Psyche makes a memorable impression
on him.

Or 23 Explore the ways in which Keats makes Autumn attractive for you in his poem
To Autumn. Support your ideas with details from the poem.

Or 24 In what ways does Keats make vivid for you the feelings of the knight in La belle dame
sans merci ? Refer closely to the poem in your answer.

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SECTION C: PROSE

CHINUA ACHEBE: Things Fall Apart

Either *25 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Mr Brown’s successor was the Reverend James Smith, and

he was a different kind of man. He condemned openly Mr Brown’s
policy of compromise and accommodation. He saw things as black
and white. And black was evil. He saw the world as a battlefield in
which the children of light were locked in mortal conflict with the sons 5
of darkness. He spoke in his sermons about sheep and goats and
about wheat and tares. He believed in slaying the prophets of Baal.
Mr Smith was greatly distressed by the ignorance which
many of his flock showed even in such things as the Trinity and the
Sacraments. It only showed that they were seeds sown on a rocky 10
soil. Mr Brown had thought of nothing but numbers. He should have
known that the kingdom of God did not depend on large crowds. Our
Lord Himself stressed the importance of fewness. Narrow is the way
and few the number. To fill the Lord’s holy temple with an idolatrous
crowd clamouring for signs was a folly of everlasting consequence. 15
Our Lord used the whip only once in His life – to drive the crowd
away from His church.
Within a few weeks of his arrival in Umuofia Mr Smith
suspended a young woman from the church for pouring new wine
into old bottles. This woman had allowed her heathen husband to 20
mutilate her dead child. The child had been declared an ogbanje,
plaguing its mother by dying and entering her womb to be born
again. Four times this child had run its evil round. And so it was
mutilated to discourage it from returning.
Mr Smith was filled with wrath when he heard of this. He 25
disbelieved the story which even some of the most faithful confirmed,
the story of really evil children who were not deterred by mutilation,
but came back with all the scars. He replied that such stories were
spread in the world by the Devil to lead men astray. Those who
believed such stories were unworthy of the Lord’s table. 30
There was a saying in Umuofia that as a man danced so the
drums were beaten for him. Mr Smith danced a furious step and so
the drums went mad. The over-zealous converts who had smarted
under Mr Brown’s restraining hand now flourished in full favour. One
of them was Enoch, the son of the snake-priest who was believed to 35
have killed and eaten the sacred python. Enoch’s devotion to the new
faith had seemed so much greater than Mr Brown’s that the villagers
called him The Outsider who wept louder than the bereaved.
Enoch was short and slight of build, and always seemed in
great haste. His feet were short and broad, and when he stood 40
or walked his heels came together and his feet opened outwards
as if they had quarrelled and meant to go in different directions.
Such was the excessive energy bottled up in Enoch’s small body
that it was always erupting in quarrels and fights. On Sundays he
always imagined that the sermon was preached for the benefit of 45
his enemies. And if he happened to sit near one of them he would
occasionally turn to give him a meaningful look, as if to say, ‘I told
you so’. It was Enoch who touched off the great conflict between
church and clan in Umuofia which had been gathering since
Mr Brown left. 50
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What does Achebe’s writing here make you feel about the Reverend Smith, his beliefs
and their likely result? Support your ideas with details from the extract.

Or 26 Choose one episode where Achebe causes you to feel sympathy with Okonkwo and
one where he makes you dislike him. Justify your choice by referring in detail to the way
Achebe presents the character in each episode.

Or 27 You are Obierika after Okonkwo has killed the court messenger. You are waiting for the
inevitable arrival of the District Commissioner and soldiers. Write your thoughts.

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JANE AUSTEN: Pride and Prejudice

Either *28 Read the following passage, and then answer the question that follows it.

When dinner was over, she returned directly to Jane, and Miss
Bingley began abusing her as soon as she was out of the room.
Her manners were pronounced to be very bad indeed, a mixture of
pride and impertinence; and she had no conversation, no stile, no
taste, no beauty. Mrs Hurst thought the same, and added, 5
‘She has nothing, in short, to recommend her, but being an
excellent walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning.
She really looked almost wild.’
‘She did indeed, Louisa. I could hardly keep my countenance.
Very nonsensical to come at all! Why must she be scampering about 10
the country, because her sister has a cold? Her hair so untidy, so
blowsy!’
‘Yes, and her petticoat; I hope you saw her petticoat, six inches
deep in mud, I am absolutely certain; and the gown which had been
let down to hide it, not doing its office.’ 15
‘Your picture may be very exact, Louisa,’ said Bingley; ‘but
this was all lost upon me. I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennet looked
remarkably well, when she came into the room this morning. Her
dirty petticoat quite escaped my notice.’
‘You observed it, Mr Darcy, I am sure,’ said Miss Bingley; ‘and 20
I am inclined to think that you would not wish to see your sister
make such an exhibition.’
‘Certainly not.’
‘To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it
is, above her ancles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! what could she 25
mean by it? It seems to me to shew an abominable sort of conceited
independence, a most country town indifference to decorum.’
‘It shews an affection for her sister that is very pleasing,’ said
Bingley.
‘I am afraid, Mr Darcy,’ observed Miss Bingley, in a half whisper, 30
‘that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine
eyes.’
‘Not at all,’ he replied; ‘they were brightened by the exercise.’ –
A short pause followed this speech, and Mrs Hurst began again.
‘I have an excessive regard for Jane Bennet, she is really a 35
very sweet girl, and I wish with all my heart she were well settled.
But with such a father and mother, and such low connections, I am
afraid there is no chance of it.’
‘I think I have heard you say, that their uncle is an attorney in
Meryton.’ 40
‘Yes; and they have another, who lives somewhere near
Cheapside.’
‘That is capital,’ added her sister, and they both laughed
heartily.
‘If they had uncles enough to fill all Cheapside,’ cried Bingley, ‘it 45
would not make them one jot less agreeable.’
‘But it must very materially lessen their chance of marrying
men of any consideration in the world,’ replied Darcy.
To this speech Bingley made no answer; but his sisters gave
it their hearty assent, and indulged their mirth for some time at the 50
expense of their dear friend’s vulgar relations.
With a renewal of tenderness, however, they repaired to her
room on leaving the dining-parlour, and sat with her till summoned
to coffee.
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Explore the ways in which Austen presents Bingley’s sisters in this extract.

Or 29 Do you think that Austen makes it possible to feel sympathy for Mrs Bennet?
Support your ideas with details from the novel.

Or 30 You are Elizabeth Bennet on the morning of your wedding day to Mr Darcy. Write your
thoughts.

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IAN CROSS: The God Boy

Either *31 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Well, he simply squealed as he jumped on his bike. ‘I’ll show

you, Sullivan,’ he shouted. ‘I’ll mow you down. I’ll run you down and
kill you.’
I took off with a couple of yards start on him, as I saw that he was
going to try to crash his bike into mine. I had to stand up on the pedals 5
and pump my legs like a madman to keep ahead of him. Legs was a
tough customer when he was worked up, and he wouldn’t have cared
if he had smashed both our bikes to smithereens. Over my shoulder
I saw his knees absolutely jumping up and down behind his
handle bars so fast they were only a bony blur, and he was leaning 10
between them glaring at me. I really understood how he felt, his
pride having taken a knock. Anyway, he chased me all the way
to school, and rather than stop at the gates I kept right on going,
steering around a bunch of kids, and on to the playground. Legs
followed. The grass slowed us down, yet our speed was still 15
cracking as we reached the end of the playground and I cut off to
the left behind the school building and back down the other side.
We must have circled the school two or three times, and though
I was some distance ahead of him now, I was beginning to worry
whether Legs would ever give up chasing me. 20
Then, passing the front of the school again I heard a loud voice
I recognised, and there, on the front steps, was Sister Angela, with
a wild face. I jammed on my brakes. Legs came around from the
side of the building going like fury. He saw Sister standing there
and, a funny thing, he never did take his eyes off her. She looked 25
at him and he looked right back as though he had suddenly gone
off into a trance or something. He didn’t finish his turn around the
corner. He kept on going on, not even slowing down, till he and
the bike disappeared into the hedge. The last I saw of him he was
still goggling at Sister. Then came a tearing and wrenching, and 30
the hedge shook for a couple of hundred yards along the roadside,
as though it had been hit by a truck, and then there was complete
silence. Legs had simply disappeared, that’s all. Except for a few
broken twigs and one or two leaves drifting around in the air, you
couldn’t even see where he had been. He didn’t make a sound. 35
I knew he must be just lying there in the middle of the hedge with
his bike wondering how the blazes he was going to explain it all
away.
‘Are you all right?’ Sister Angela called out.
‘Oh, yes, Sister,’ said Legs from out of the hedge. ‘Quite all 40
right, thank you.’
Then she turned to me and said, ‘Jimmy Sullivan, you help him
out of there, tidy up the hedge after you, and the both of you will
stay in after school for half an hour.’
So that was that. I hauled Legs out of the hedge and then 45
we both pulled his bike out. He had a few harmless scratches on
his face that didn’t bleed much, and a cut on his knee that wasn’t
much, either. The bike had a buckled front mudguard which we
straightened out in no time. All the steam was out of Legs, of
course. He recalled that his mother often said that there were 50
some days when you wish you had never got out of bed, and he
supposed it was a day like that for him.
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You know, in all the rush and excitement, it wasn’t until he said
those words that I thought of my day.
‘Shut your silly mouth,’ I crabbed at him. ‘If you weren’t so darn 55
loony we wouldn’t have to stay in after school.’
I mean, what the heck had he to complain about when the
worst thing that happened to him in a day was to fall off his bike?
I was back again to the way I felt when I saw that old wharfie riding
down the street. I gave old Legs a proper telling off, and if he hadn’t 60
been so messed around by his previous experiences I daresay we
would have ended up by having a fight.

How does Cross make this such an amusing episode without ever quite allowing you to
forget Jimmy’s sad life?

Or 32 What do you think makes Mrs Sullivan such a tragic character? Support your ideas by
close reference to Cross’s writing.

Or 33 You are Mr Sullivan on the morning when you are going to give Jimmy his new bike.
Write your thoughts.

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ANITA DESAI: Games at Twilight and Other Stories

Either *34 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Then Bhola leaned towards me. He was the quietest of them,

although he wore a shirt of purple and white flowers and had dyed
his moustache ginger. I knew he had been to jail twice already for
housebreaking and theft. Yet he dared to lean close to me, almost
touching me, and to say ‘Bhai, go back to the sitar. You even know 5
how to play the sarod and the vina. You could be a great Ustad
yourself, with some practice. We are telling you this for your own
good. When you become famous and go to America, you will thank
us for this advice. Why do you spend your life sitting at the back of
the stage and playing that idiot tanpura while someone else takes 10
all the fame and all the money from you?’
It was as if they had decided to assault me. I felt as if
they were climbing on top of me, choking me, grabbing me
by my hair and dragging me down. Their words were blows,
the idea they were throwing at me an assault. I felt beaten, 15
destroyed, and with my last bit of strength shook them off,
threw them off and, pushing aside the table and cups and
plates, ran out of the tea-shop. I think they followed me because
I could hear voices calling me as I went running down the street,
pushing against people and only just escaping from under the 20
rickshaws, tongas and buses. It was afternoon, there were crowds
on the street, dust and smoke blotted out the natural light of day.
I saw everything as vile, as debased, as something amoral and ugly,
and pushed it aside, pushed through as I ran.
And all the time I thought, Are they right? Could I have played 25
the sitar myself? Or the sarod, or the vina? And become an Ustad
myself? This had never before occurred to me. My father had taught
me to play all these instruments and disciplined me severely, but
he had never praised me or suggested I could become a front-rank
musician. I had learnt to play these instruments as the son of a 30
carpenter would naturally have learnt to make beds and tables and
shelves, or the son of a shopkeeper learnt to weigh grain and sell
and make money. But I had practised on these instruments and
played the ragas he taught me to play without thinking of it as an
art or of myself as artist. Perhaps I was a stupid, backward boy. My 35
father always said so. Now these boys who had heard me play in
the dark hall of our house in the music lane, told me I could have
been an Ustad myself, sat in the centre of the stage, played for
great audiences and been applauded for my performance. Were
they right? Was this true? Had I wasted my life? 40
As I ran and pushed, half-crying, I thought these things for
the first time in my life, and they were frightening thoughts – large,
heavy, dark ones that threatened to crush and destroy me. I found
myself pushed up against an iron railing. Holding onto its bars,
looking through tears at the beds of flowering cannas and rows of 45
imperial palms of a dusty city park, I hung against those railings,
sobbing, till I heard someone address me – possibly a policeman, or
a beggar, or perhaps just a kindly passer-by. ‘In trouble?’ he asked
me. ‘Got into trouble, boy?’ I did not want to speak to anyone and
shook him off without looking at him and found the gate and went 50
into the park, trying to control myself and order my thoughts.
I found a path between some tall bushes, and walked up and
down here, alone, trying to think. Having cried, I felt calmer now.
I had a bad headache but I was calmer. I talked to myself.
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How does Desai vividly convey how dreadful this moment is in the life of the
accompanist?

Or 35 Explore how Desai vividly portrays a child’s disappointment in either Games at Twilight
or Pineapple Cake. Support your ideas with details from your chosen story.

Or 36 You are Rakesh after your father has refused your medicine at the end of A Devoted Son.
Write your thoughts.

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WILLIAM GOLDING: Lord of the Flies

Either *37 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

The fire was dead. They saw that straight away; saw what they
had really known down on the beach when the smoke of home had
beckoned. The fire was right out, smokeless and dead; the watchers
were gone. A pile of unused fuel lay ready.
Ralph turned to the sea. The horizon stretched, impersonal 5
once more, barren of all but the faintest trace of smoke. Ralph ran
stumbling along the rocks, saved himself on the edge of the pink
cliff, and screamed at the ship.
‘Come back! Come back!’
He ran backwards and forwards along the cliff, his face always 10
to the sea, and his voice rose insanely.
‘Come back! Come back!’
Simon and Maurice arrived. Ralph looked at them with
unwinking eyes. Simon turned away, smearing the water from his
cheeks. Ralph reached inside himself for the worst word he knew. 15
‘They let the bloody fire out.’
He looked down the unfriendly side of the mountain. Piggy
arrived, out of breath and whimpering like a littlun. Ralph clenched
his fist and went very red. The intentness of his gaze, the bitterness
of his voice pointed for him. 20
‘There they are.’
A procession had appeared, far down among the pink screes
that lay near the water’s edge. Some of the boys wore black caps
but otherwise they were almost naked. They lifted sticks in the air
together, whenever they came to an easy patch. They were chanting, 25
something to do with the bundle that the errant twins carried so
carefully. Ralph picked out Jack easily, even at that distance, tall,
red-haired, and inevitably leading the procession.
Simon looked now, from Ralph to Jack, as he had looked
from Ralph to the horizon, and what he saw seemed to make him 30
afraid. Ralph said nothing more, but waited while the procession
came nearer. The chant was audible but at that distance still
wordless. Behind Jack walked the twins, carrying a great stake on
their shoulders. The gutted carcass of a pig swung from the stake,
swinging heavily as the twins toiled over the uneven ground. The 35
pig’s head hung down with gaping neck and seemed to search for
something on the ground. At last the words of the chant floated up
to them, across the bowl of blackened wood and ashes.
‘Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.’

Explore the ways in which Golding’s writing makes this a particularly powerful moment
in the novel.

Or 38 Which character do you find the more frightening, Jack or Roger? Support your view by
close reference to Golding’s writing.

Or 39 You are Simon on your way up the mountain just after the meeting when Ralph claims
that he and Jack have seen the beast. Write your thoughts.

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THOMAS HARDY: Far from the Madding Crowd

Either *40 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Troy was full of activity, but his activities were less of a

locomotive than a vegetative nature; and, never being based upon
any original choice of foundation or direction, they were exercised
on whatever object chance might place in their way. Hence, whilst
he sometimes reached the brilliant in speech because that was 5
spontaneous, he fell below the commonplace in action, from
inability to guide incipient effort. He had a quick comprehension
and considerable force of character; but, being without the power to
combine them, the comprehension became engaged with trivialities
whilst waiting for the will to direct it, and the force wasted itself in 10
useless grooves through unheeding the comprehension.
He was a fairly well-educated man for one of middle class,
exceptionally well educated for a common soldier. He spoke fluently
and unceasingly. He could in this way be one thing and seem
another; for instance, he could speak of love and think of dinner; 15
call on the husband to look at the wife; be eager to pay and intend
to owe.
The wondrous power of flattery in passados at woman is a
perception so universal as to be remarked upon by many people
almost as automatically as they repeat a proverb, or say that they 20
are Christians and the like, without thinking much of the enormous
corollaries which spring from the proposition. Still less is it acted
upon for the good of the complemental being alluded to. With the
majority such an opinion is shelved with all those trite aphorisms
which require some catastrophe to bring their tremendous 25
meanings thoroughly home. When expressed with some amount
of reflectiveness it seems co-ordinate with a belief that this flattery
must be reasonable to be effective. It is to the credit of men that
few attempt to settle the question by experiment, and it is for their
happiness, perhaps, that accident has never settled it for them. 30
Nevertheless, that a male dissembler who by deluging her with
untenable fictions charms the female wisely, may acquire powers
reaching to the extremity of perdition, is a truth taught to many by
unsought and wringing occurrences. And some profess to have
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jauntily continue their indulgence in such experiments with terrible
effect. Sergeant Troy was one.
He had been known to observe casually that in dealing with
womankind the only alternative to flattery was cursing and swearing.
There was no third method. ‘Treat them fairly, and you are a lost 40
man,’ he would say.

What kind of picture of Sergeant Troy does Hardy create for you here?

Or 41 Explore one incident in this novel which you find vividly dramatic. Refer in detail to Hardy’s
writing in your answer.

Or 42 You are Farmer Boldwood just after you have again proposed marriage to Bathsheba on
the assumption that Troy is dead. Write your thoughts.
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Or 44 In what ways do you think Scout develops and matures in the course of this novel?
Support your ideas with details from Lee’s writing.

Or 45 You are Reverend Sykes just after the trial, thinking about what has taken place in the
courtroom. Write your thoughts.

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BARRIE WADE, ed.: Into the Wind: Contemporary Stories in English

Either *46 Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it.

Like an executioner approaching his victim, the policeman came

strolling slowly towards us. He was a big meaty man with a belly, and his
blue breeches were skintight around his enormous thighs. His goggles
were pulled up on to the helmet, showing a smouldering red face with
wide cheeks. 5
We sat there like guilty schoolboys, waiting for him to arrive.
‘Watch out for this man,’ my passenger whispered. ‘ ’Ee looks mean
as the devil.’
The policeman came round to my open window and placed one
meaty hand on the sill. ‘What’s the hurry?’ he said. 10
‘No hurry, officer,’ I answered.
‘Perhaps there’s a woman in the back having a baby and you’re
rushing her to hospital? Is that it?’
‘No, officer.’
‘Or perhaps your house is on fire and you’re dashing home to rescue 15
the family from upstairs?’ His voice was dangerously soft and mocking.
‘My house isn’t on fire, officer.’
‘In that case,’ he said, ‘you’ve got yourself into a nasty mess, haven’t
you? Do you know what the speed limit is in this country?’
‘Seventy,’ I said. 20
‘And do you mind telling me exactly what speed you were doing just
now?’
I shrugged and didn’t say anything.
When he spoke next, he raised his voice so loud that I jumped.
‘One hundred and twenty miles per hour!’ he barked. ‘That’s fifty miles 25
an hour over the limit!’
He turned his head and spat out a big gob of spit. It landed on the
wing of my car and started sliding down over my beautiful blue paint.
Then he turned back again and stared hard at my passenger. ‘And who
are you?’ he asked sharply. 30
‘He’s a hitch-hiker,’ I said. ‘I’m giving him a lift.’
‘I didn’t ask you,’ he said, ‘I asked him.’
‘’Ave I done something wrong?’ my passenger asked. His voice was
as soft and oily as haircream.
‘That’s more than likely,’ the policeman answered. ‘Anyway, you’re 35
a witness. I’ll deal with you in a minute. Driving licence,’ he snapped,
holding out his hand.
I gave him my driving licence.
He unbuttoned the left-hand breast-pocket of his tunic and brought
out the dreaded book of tickets. Carefully, he copied the name and 40
address from my licence. Then he gave it back to me. He strolled round
to the front of the car and read the number from the numberplate and
wrote that down as well. He filled in the date, the time and the details
of my offence. Then he tore out the top copy of the ticket. But before
handing it to me, he checked that all the information had come through 45
clearly on his own carbon copy. Finally, he replaced the book in his tunic
pocket and fastened the button.
‘Now you,’ he said to my passenger, and he walked around to the
other side of the car. From the other breast-pocket he produced a small
black notebook. ‘Name?’ he snapped. 50
‘Michael Fish,’ my passenger said.

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‘Address?’
‘Fourteen, Windsor Lane, Luton.’
‘Show me something to prove this is your real name and address,’
the policeman said. 55
My passenger fished in his pockets and came out with a driving
licence of his own. The policeman checked the name and address and
handed it back to him. ‘What’s your job?’ he asked sharply.
‘I’m an ’od carrier.’
‘A what ?’ 60
‘I’m an ’od carrier.’
‘Spell it.’
‘H-O-D C-A-…’
‘That’ll do. And what’s a hod carrier, may I ask?’
‘An ’od carrier, officer, is a person ’oo carries the cement up the 65
ladder to the bricklayer. And the ’od is what ’ee carries it in. It’s got a long
’andle, and on the top you’ve got two bits of wood set at an angle …’
‘All right, all right. Who’s your employer?’
‘Don’t ’ave one. I’m unemployed.’
The policeman wrote all this down in the black notebook. Then he 70
returned the book to its pocket and did up the button.
‘When I get back to the station I’m going to do a little checking up
on you,’ he said to my passenger.
‘Me? What’ve I done wrong?’ the rat-faced man asked.
‘I don’t like your face, that’s all,’ the policeman said. ‘And we just 75
might have a picture of it somewhere in our files.’ He strolled round the
car and returned to my window.
‘I suppose you know you’re in serious trouble,’ he said to me.
‘Yes, officer.’
‘You won’t be driving this fancy car of yours again for a very long 80
time, not after we’ve finished with you. You won’t be driving any car again
come to that for several years. And a good thing, too. I hope they lock
you up for a spell into the bargain.’
‘You mean prison?’ I asked, alarmed.
‘Absolutely,’ he said, smacking his lips. ‘In the clink. Behind the bars. 85
Along with all the other criminals who break the law. And a hefty fine into
the bargain. Nobody will be more pleased about that than me. I’ll see
you in court, both of you. You’ll be getting a summons to appear.’
He turned away and walked over to his motorcycle. He flipped the
prop stand back into position with his foot and swung his leg over the 90
saddle. Then he kicked the starter and roared off up the road out of
sight.

Explore Dahl’s portrayal of the policeman in this extract.

Or 47 Explore how the writers create a vivid setting for two short stories from the collection.

Or 48 You are the mostly silent victim in The Lemon Orchard. Write your thoughts as the story
progresses.

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Copyright Acknowledgements:

Question 1 © Alan Ayckbourn; A Small Family Business ; Casarotto Ramsay & Associates Ltd.
Question 4 © Lorraine Hansberry; A Raisin in the Sun ; Methuen Publishing Ltd; 2001.
Question 7
Question 10 © The Wylie Agency; Arthur Miller ; The Crucible.
Question 19 © Maya Angelou; Caged Bird.
Question 25 © Chinua Achebe; Things Fall Apart ; Harcourt Education.
Question 31 © Ian Cross; The God Boy ; Penguin Books; 2004.
Question 34 © Anita Desai; Games at Twilight ; Vintage; 1998.
Question 37 © William Golding; Lord of the Flies ; Faber.
Question 43
Question 46 © Roald Dahl; ed. Barrie Wade; The Hitchhiker; Anthology Into the Wind: Contemporary Stories in English ; Nelson; 1988.

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