2026 RI H2 Lit Prelim Paper 2

RAFFLES INSTITUTION 2026 YEAR 6 PRELIM HIGHER 2 LITERATURE IN ENGLISH 9539/02 Paper 2 Reading Literature featuring the English Romantic Period (1785–1832) 16 September 2026 1330–1630 3 hours Additional Materials: Answer Paper Set texts may be taken into the examination room. Pages can be flagged with paper clips or by folding the page corners. Page numbers can be highlighted, underlined, or marked out with vertical lines. Any other kind of folding or flagging of pages in texts (for example, use of sticky notes or tape flags) is not permitted. READ THESE INSTRUCTIONS FIRST One sheet of writing paper will be provided. Type your name, class and the question number at the top of each section. Answer three questions: one question from Section A, one question from Section B, and one question from Section C. You are reminded of the need for good English and clear presentation in your answers. All questions in this paper carry equal marks. This document consists of 8 printed pages and 2 blank pages.

2 Section A: Unseen Prose and Drama Answer one question from this section. 1 Either (a) The following passage is from a novel called Klara and the Sun (published in 2021) by Kazuo Ishiguro. The narrator is Klara, an Artificial Friend (AF), a solar -powered robot specifically created to serve as a companion to a human child. Put in a shop with other AFs, she finally gets her turn to be placed in the display window, which is considered a very special honour. Write a critical commentary of the passage, considering in detail ways in which your response is shaped by the writer’s use of form, style and language. And once Manager touched the switch and the grid climbed up all the way, we became covered in dazzling light. I should confess here that for me, there’d always been another reason for wanting to be in the window which had nothing to do with the Sun’s nourishment or being chosen. Unlike most AFs, unlike Rosa, I’d always longed to see more of the outside – and to see it in all its detail. So once the grid went up, the realisation that there was now only the glass between me and the sidewalk, that I was free to see, close up and whole, so many things I’d seen before only as corners and edges, made me so excited that for a moment I nearly forgot about the Sun and his kindness to us. I could see for the first time that the RPO 1 Building was in fact made of separate bricks, and that it wasn’t white, as I’d always thought, but a pale yellow. I could now see too that it was even taller than I’d imagined – twenty-two stories – and that each repeating window was underlined by its own special ledge. I saw how the Sun had drawn a diagonal line right across the face of the RPO Building, so that on one side of it there was a triangle that looked almost white, while on the other was one that looked very dark, even though I now knew it was all the pale yellow colour. And not only could I see every window right up to the rooftop, I could sometimes see the people inside, standing, sitting, moving around. Then down on the street, I could see the passers-by, their different kinds of shoes, paper cups, shoulder bags, little dogs, and if I wanted, I could follow with my eyes any one of them al l the way past the pedestrian crossing and beyond the second Tow -Away Zone sign, to where two overhaul men were standing beside a drain and pointing. I could see right inside the taxis as they slowed to let the crowd go over the crossing – a driver’s hand tapping on his steering wheel, a cap worn by a passenger. The day went on, the Sun kept us warm, and I could see Rosa was very happy. But I noticed too that she hardly looked at anything, fixing her eyes constantly on the first Tow-Away Zone sign just in front of us. Only when I pointed out something to her would she turn her head, but then she’d lose interest and go back to looking at the sidewalk outside and the sign. Rosa only looked elsewhere for any length of time when a passer -by paused in front of the window. In those circumstances, we both did as Manager had taught us: we put on ‘neutral’ smiles and fixed our gazes across the street, on a spot midway up the RPO Building. It was very tempting to look more closely at a passer -by who came up, but Manager had explained that it was highly vulgar to make eye contact at such a moment. Only when a passer-by specifically signalled to us, or spoke to us through the glass, were we to respond, but never before. 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 1 RPO: An unspecified corporate building

3 © RI LIT H2 PRELIM 2026 9539/02/26 [Turn over Some of the people who paused turned out not to be interested in us at all. They’d just wanted to take off their sports shoe and do something to it, or to press their oblongs2. Some though came right up to the glass and gazed in. Many of these would be children, of around the age for which we were most suitable, and they seemed happy to see us. A child would come up excitedly, alone or with their adult, then point, laugh, pull a strange face, tap the glass, wave. Once in a while – and I soon got better at watching those at the window while appearing to gaze at the RPO Building – a child would come to stare at us, and there would be a sadness there, or sometimes an anger, as though we’d done something wrong. A child like this coul d easily change the next moment and begin laughing or waving like the rest of them, but after our second day in the window, I learned quickly to tell the difference. I tried to talk to Rosa about this, the third or fourth time a child like that had come, but she smiled and said: ‘Klara, you worry too much. I’m sure that child was perfectly happy. How could she not be on a day like this? The whole city’s so happy today.’ But I brought it up with Manager, at the end of our third day. She had been praising us, saying we’d been ‘beautiful and dignified’ in the window. The lights in the store had been dimmed by then, and we were rear -store, leaning against the wall, some of us browsing through the interesting magazines before our sleep. Rosa was next to me, and I could see from her shoulders that she was already half asleep. So when Manager asked if I’d enjoyed the day, I took the chance to tell her about the sad children who’d come to the window. ‘Klara, you’re quite remarkable, ’ Manager said, keeping her voice soft so as not to disturb Rosa and the others. ‘You notice and absorb so much.’ She shook her head as though in wonder. Then she said: ‘What you must understand is that we’re a very special store. There are many children out there who would love to be able to choose you, choose Rosa, any one of you here. But it’s not possible for them. You’re beyond their reach. That’s why they come to the window, to dream about having you. But then they get sad.’ ‘Manager, a child like that. Would a child like that have an AF at home? ’ ‘Perhaps not. Certainly not one like you. So if sometimes a child looks at you in an odd way, with bitterness or sadness, says something unpleasant through the glass, don’t think anything of it. Just remember. A child like that is most likely frustrated.’ ‘A child like that, with no AF, would surely be lonely.’ ‘Yes, that too,’ Manager said quietly. ‘Lonely. Yes.’ She lowered her eyes and was quiet, so I waited. Then suddenly she smiled and, reaching out, removed gently from my grasp the interesting magazine I’d been observing. ‘Goodnight, Klara. Be as wonderful tomorrow as you were today. And don’t forget. You and Rosa are