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YUAN CHING SECONDARY SCHOOLSecondary Four Express CoursePreliminary Examination 2020CANDIDATE NAMECLASS INDEX NUMBERLITERATURE IN ENGLISHProse and Unseen Poetry Additional Materials : Answer Paper 2065/0115 September 20201 hour 40 minutes READ THESE INSTRUCTIONS FIRST Write your name, class and index number in the spaces provided on the work you hand in. Write in dark blue or black ink on both sides of the paper. Do not use staples, paper clips, glue or correction fluid. Answer two questions: one question from Section A and one question from Section B.You are reminded of the need for good English and clear presentation in your answers. At the end of the examination, fasten all your work securely together. All questions in this paper carry equal marks. This paper consists of 6 printed pages. [Turn Over]

2SECTION AAnswer one question from this section.RAY BRADBURY: Fahrenheit 451Remember to support your ideas with relevant details from the text.1 Either (a)‘But she was different.’ How accurate do you think this description is of Clarisse? Or (b)‘Mr. Montag, you are looking at a coward.’ How suitable do you think this description is of Faber? Or (c)Read this passage carefully, and then answer the questions that follow it:"Is that what it was in the girl next door? I've tried so hard to figure." 5"She's dead. Let's talk about someone alive, for goodness' sake."Montag did not look back at his wife as he went trembling along the hall to the kitchen, where he stood a long time watching the rain hit the windows before he came back down the hall in the grey light, waiting for the tremble to subside.10He opened another book." ‘That favourite subject, Myself.’ "He squinted at the wall. " ‘The favourite subject, Myself.’ ""I understand that one," said Mildred.15"But Clarisse's favourite subject wasn't herself. It was everyone else, and me. She was the first person in a good many years I've really liked. She was the first person I can remember who looked straight at me as if I counted." He lifted the two books. "These men have been dead a long time, but I know their words point, one way or another, to Clarisse."20Outside the front door, in the rain, a faint scratching. Montag froze. He saw Mildred thrust herself back to the wall and gasp."Someone--the door--why doesn't the door-voice tell us--""I shut it off."Under the door-sill, a slow, probing sniff, an exhalation of electric steam.Mildred laughed. "It's only a dog, that's what! You want me to shoo him away?""Stay where you are!"

3 2530Silence. The cold rain falling. And the smell of blue electricity blowing under the locked door."Let's get back to work," said Montag quietly.Mildred kicked at a book. "Books aren't people. You read and I look around, but there isn't anybody!"35He stared at the parlour that was dead and grey as the waters of an ocean that might teem with life if they switched on the electronic sun."Now," said Mildred, "my ‘family’ is people. They tell me things; I laugh, they laugh! And the colours!"40"Yes, I know.""And besides, if Captain Beatty knew about those books--"45She thought about it. Her face grew amazed and then horrified. "He might come and burn the house and the ‘family.’ That's awful! Think of our investment. Why should I read? What for?" 5550"What for! Why!" said Montag. "I saw the damnedest snake in the world the other night. It was dead but it was alive. It could see but it couldn't see. You want to see that snake. It's at Emergency Hospital where they filed a report on all the junk the snake got out of you! Would you like to go and check their file? Maybe you'd look under Guy Montag or maybe under Fear or War. Would you like to go to that house that burnt last night? And rake ashes for the bones of the woman who set fire to her own house! What about Clarisse McClellan, where do we look for her? The morgue! Listen!"The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness. 706560"Jesus God," said Montag. "Every hour so many damn things in the sky! How in hell did those bombers get up there every single second of our lives! Why doesn't someone want to talk about it? We've started and won two atomic wars since 1960. Is it because we're having so much fun at home we've forgotten the world? Is it because we're so rich and the rest of the world's so poor and we just don't care if they are? I've heard rumours; the world is starving, but we're well-fed. Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much? I've heard the rumours about hate, too, once in a long while, over the years. Do you know why? I don't, that's sure! Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damn insane mistakes! I don't hear those idiot bastards in your parlour talking about it. God, Millie, don't you see? An hour a day, two hours, with these books, and maybe..."(i)What impressions do you form of Montag in this passage?(ii)How does Bradbury bring about the dystopian trait of being self-absorbed in this passage?

4SECTION BAnswer Question 2 or Question 3.Remember to support your ideas with relevant details from the poem.2 Read this poem carefully, and then answer the questions that follow it.BARBIE'S SHOESI'm down in the basementsorting Barbie's shoes:sequin pumps, satin courts,western boots, Reebok sneakers,glass slippers, ice-skates, thongs.all will fit the dainty, forever archedfeet of any one Barbie: Sweet SpringGlitter-eyed, Peaches and Cream,a Brazilian, Russian, Swiss, Hong KongHispanic or a Mexican, Nigerianor Black Barbie. All are castin the same mold, same rubbery,impossible embodiment of male fantasywith carefully measureddoses of 1melanin to make a Caucasian Barbie, Polynesian Barbie, African-American BarbieEveryone knows that she is the sameBarbie and worthy of the American DreamHouse, the pink 2Corvette, opera gloves, ahundred pairs of shoes to step into. If onlythe differently colored men and women we knowcould be like Barbie, always smiling, eyeswide with admiration, even when we yankoff an arm with a hard to take off dress.Barbie's shoes, so easily lost, mismatched,useless: they end up, like our prejudices,in the basement, forgotten as spiderssticking webs in our deepest corners,we are amazed we have them still.(by Hilary Tham) 51015202530(i)What is your impression of Barbie from lines 1 to 18?(ii)How does the poet bring about the idea of prejudice in the poem? Support your answer with detailed reference to at least 3 literary elements.1 Melanin: The pigment that gives human skin, hair, and eyes their color.2 Corvette: A sports car.

53 Read this poem carefully, and then answer the questions that follow it.Bear My daughter's teddy bear,smuggled into our bed when she stoleinto our sleep in the hourwhen she is all on her ownfending off the wild things.What a snug fit, the two betweenmy wife and me. How a child's sleeping facemarries all in its peace.I remember my childhood bear;it was a coarser fur, browner, but like hersand most other bears, China-made.My father won it shooting bottlesat a booth in Great or Happy World,those fairs of dizzy rides and showsthat lasted the whole of your childhoodand have exited into the country's past.I sat it, walked it, bedded and huggedit like a raft in the stormy windsof my parent's quarrels. Whenmy father left, Bear held faint promisethat he would come back,and be sensible like Bear.Year by year, Bear and I waited; the stitchescame undone, the fur sheddingto reveal fibre padding, Bear rubbedbare to its bones, the limbs that woundround and round dislocated. Soonthe brown glass eyes were hangingby a tenuous thread, then gone.Still I k