Sec 4 LIterature 2014

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Anglican High School/ MYE/ 2014/ Sec 4/ Lit/ Paper 1 2 Section A Answer ONE question from this section. WILLIAM GOLDING: Lord of the Flies 1 Either (a) How does Golding make the idea of the beast so memorable and significant in the novel? Support your idea with details from the novel. Or (b) Ralph calls Jack ‘a beast, a swine, and a bloody, b loody thief!’ How far do you agree with his assessment of Jack? Support your answer with close reference to the novel. Or (c) Read this passage carefully and then answer the questions that follow it. The hunters were looking unea sily at the sky, flinching from the stroke of the drops. A wave of restlessness set the boys swaying and moving aimlessly. The flickering light became brighter and the blows of thunder were only just bearable. The littleuns began to run about, screaming. Jack leapt on to the sand. “Do our dance! Come on! Dance!” He ran stumbling through the thick sand to the open space of rock beyond the fire. Between the flashes of lightning the air was dark and terrible; and the boys followed him, clamou rously. Roger became the pig, grunting and charging at Jack, who side -stepped. The hunters took their spears, the cooks took spits, and the rest clubs of fire -wood. A circling movement developed and a chant. While Roger mimed the terror of the pig, the lit tleuns ran and jumped on the outside of the circle. Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky, found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable. “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!” The movement became regular while the chant lost its first superficial excitement and began to beat like a steady pulse. Roger ceased to be a pig and became a hunter, so that t he centre of the ring yawned emptily. Some of the littleuns started a ring on their own; and the complementary circles went round and round as though repetition would achieve safety of itself. There was a throb and stamp of a single organism. The dark sky was shattered by a blue-white scar. An instant later the noise was on them like the blow of a gigantic whip. The chant rose a tone in agony. “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!” Now out of the terror rose another desire, thick, urgent, blind. “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!” Again the blue -white scar jagged above them and the sulphurous explosion beat down. The littleuns screamed and blundered about, fleeing from the edge of the forest, and one of them broke the ring of bigu ns in his terror. “Him! Him!” The circle became a horseshoe. A thing was crawling out of the 5 10 15 20 25 30 35

Anglican High School/ MYE/ 2014/ Sec 4/ Lit/ Paper 1 3 forest. It came darkly, uncertainly. The shrill screaming that rose before the beast was like a pain. The beast stumbled into the horseshoe. “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!” The blue -white scar was constant, the noise unendurable. Simon was crying out something about a dead man on a hill. “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!” The sticks fell and the mouth of the new circl e crunched and screamed. The beast was on its knees in the centre, its arms folded over its face. It was crying out against the abominable noise about a body on the hill. The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowd surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on the beast, scream ed, struck, bit, tore. There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws. (i) How does Golding make this passage such a dramatic incident? Refer closely to the words and images in the passage to support your answer. (ii) How does Golding portray the dangers of group behavio ur in the rest of the novel? Support your answer with details from the text. 40 45

Anglican High School/ MYE/ 2014/ Sec 4/ Lit/ Paper 1 4 Section B Answer either Question 2 or 3. 2 This is an extract about a narrator who took a French Count on a boat trip that turned disastrous. Read the passage carefully, and then answer the questions that follow it. The Count outfitted himself for the expedition in pale blue linen trousers, elegant chestnut-bright shoes, a white silk shirt with a blue and gold cravat knotted carelessly at the throat, and an elegant yachting cap. While the Bootle Bumtrinket was ideal for my purposes, I would have been the first to admit that she had none of the refinements of an ocean-going yacht, and this the Count was quick to perceive as I led him down to the canal in the maze of old Venetian salt -pans below the house, where I had the boat moored. ‘Zis…….is yacht?’ he asked in surprise and some alarm. I said that indeed this was our craft, stalwart and stable, and he would note, a flat bottom to make it easier to walk about in. Whether he understood me, I do not know; perhaps he thought the Bootle Bumtrinket was merely the dinghy in which he was to be rowed out to the yacht, but he climbed in delicately, spread his handkerchief fastidiously over the seat, and sat down gingerly. I leapt aboard and with the aid of a pole started punting¹ the craft down the canal which, at this point, was some twenty feet wide and two feet deep. I congratulated myself on the fact that only the day before I had decided that the Bootle Bumtrinket was starting to smell almost as pungently as the Count, for over a period a lot of dead s hrimps, seaweed and other debris had collected under her boards. I had sunk her in some two feet of sea water and given her bilges ² a thorough cleaning so that she was sparkling clean and smelt beautifully of sun -hot tar and paint and salt water. The canal my boat was travelling through was only a couple of feet deep but below the water lay an almost unplumbable depth of fine black silt. The canal was fringed on each side with tall, rustling bamboo brakes which, while providing sha de, shut out the wind, so that the atmosphere was still, dark, hot and as richly odoriferous as a manure heap. For a time the artificial smell of the Count vied with the scents of nature and eventually nature won. ‘Ees smell,’ the Count pointed out. ‘In France ze water ees hygiene.’ I said it would not be long before we left the canal and were out on the lake, where there would be no smell. As we made slow progress, I noticed a swirl of water coiling up ove r the boards in the bottom of the boat. Surely, I thought, she could not have sprung a leak. Fascinated, I watched the water rise, to engulf the bottom of the oblivious Count’s shoes. The canal water was pouring into the bilges. My first thought was to pull up the boards, find the bung and replace it, but the Count was now sitting with his feet in about two inches of water and it seemed imperative to turn the Bootle Bumtrinket towards the bank while I could still manoeuvre a tri fle and get my exquisite passenger on shore. I did not mind being deposited in the canal by the Bootle 5 10 15 20 25