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NAVAL BASE SECONDARY SCHOOL MID YEAR EXAMINATION, 2020 O Name _______________________________( ) Class _____________ LITERATURE IN ENGLISH 2274/02 Additional Materials: Writing papers 14 September 2020 1 hour 40 minutes READ THESE INSTRUCTIONS FIRST Write your name, class and index number at the top of the page. Write in dark blue or black pen. Do not use staples, paper clips, highlighters, 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. This paper consists of 6 printed pages. For Examiner’s Use Parent’s/Guardian’s Signature

2 SECTION A Answer one question from this section (25 marks) Bradbury, Ray: Fahrenheit 451 Remember to support your ideas with relevant details from the text. 1 Either (a) ‘Clarisse illustrates everything that’s wrong with Fahrenheit 451’. How far do you agree with this statement? Or (b) Explore the ways that authority is portrayed in the novel. Or (c) Read this passage carefully, and then answer the questions that follow it. Mrs. Phelps was crying. The others in the middle of the desert watched her crying grow very loud as her face squeezed itself out of shape. They sat, not touching her, bewildered by her display. She sobbed uncontrollably. Montag himself was stunned and shaken. "Sh, sh," said Mildred. "You're all right, Clara, now, Clara, snap out of it! Clara, what's wrong?" "I-I,” sobbed Mrs. Phelps, "don't know, don't know, I just don't know, oh oh..." Mrs. Bowles stood up and glared at Montag. "You see? I knew it, that's what I wanted to prove! I knew it would happen! I've always said, poetry and tears, poetry and suicide and crying and awful feelings, poetry and sickness; all that mush! Now I've had it proved to me. You're nasty, Mr. Montag, you're nasty! " Faber said, "Now..." Montag felt himself turn and walk to the wall -slot and drop the book in through the brass notch to the waiting flames. "Silly words, silly words, silly awful hurting words," said Mrs. Bowles. "Why do people want to hurt people? Not enough hurt in the world, you've got to tease people with stuff like that! " "Clara, now, Clara," begged Mildred, pulling her arm. "Come on, let's be cheery, you turn the `family' on, now. Go ahead. Let's laugh and be happy, now, stop crying, we'll have a party!" "No," said Mrs. Bowles. "I'm trotting right straight home. You want to visit my house and `family,' well and good. But I won't come in this fireman's crazy house again in my lifetime! " "Go home." Montag fixed his eyes upon her, quietly. "Go ho me and think of your first husband divorced and your second husband killed in a jet and your third husba