Sec 4 Literature 2016

EXAMGURU 2016 Sec 4 Literature All with answers! 1 Anderson Secondary School 2 Crescent Girls' School 3 Chua Chu Kang Secondary School 4 Commonwealth Secondary School 5 West Spring Secondary School 6 Anglican High School 7 Crescent Girls' School MYE examguru

ANDERSON SECONDARY SCHOOL Mid-Year Examination 2016 Secondary Four Express CANDIDATE NAME: CLASS: / INDEX NUMBER: LITERATURE IN ENGLISH Paper 1 Prose and Unseen Texts COMBINED HUMANITIES (LITERATURE ELECTIVE) Paper 4 2065/01 2204/04 6 May 2016 1 hour 40 minutes 1040-1220h Additional Materials: Writing paper READ THESE INSTRUCTIONS FIRST Write your name, class and index number on all the work you hand in. Write in dark blue or black pen on both sides of the paper. Do not use staples, paper clips, highlighters, glue or correction fluid/tape. Answer two questions: one question from Section A and one question from Section B. At the end of the examination, fasten all your work securely together. The number of marks is given in brackets [ ] at the end of each question or part question. _________________________________________________________________________ This document consists of 6 printed pages. Setter: Ms Evelyn Chew and Mrs Ruth Qiu Section A examguru 2017 1 examguru

2 WILLIAM GOLDING: Lord of the Flies Answer one question from this section. Remember to support your ideas with relevant details from the text. 1 Either (a) What does Golding reveal about human nature in this novel? Or (b) “Let him be chief, the one with the trumpet thing.” How does the novel explore the idea of leadership? Or (c) Read this passage carefully, and then answer the questions that follow it: “Perhaps that’s what the beast is—a ghost.” The assembly was shaken as by a wind. “There’s too much talking out of turn,” Ralph said, “because we can’t have proper assemblies if you don’t stick to the rules.” He stopped again. The careful plan of this assembly had broken down. “What d’you want me to say then? I was wrong to call this assembly so late. We’ll have a vote on them; on ghosts I mean; and then go to the shelters because we’re all tired. No—Jack is it?—wait a minute. I’ll say here and now that I don’t believe in ghosts. Or I don’t think I do. But I don’t like the thought of them. Not now that is, in the dark. But we were going to decide what’s what.” He raised the conch for a moment. “Very well then. I suppose what’s what is whether there are ghosts or not—” He thought for a moment, formulating the question. “Who thinks there may be ghosts?” For a long time there was silence and no apparent movement. Then Ralph peered into the gloom and made out the hands. He spoke flatly. “I see.” The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. Once there was this and that; and now— and the ship had gone. The conch was snatched from his hands and Piggy’s voice shrilled. “I didn’t vote for no ghosts!” He whirled round on the assembly. “Remember that, all of you!” They heard him stamp. “What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages? What’s grown-ups going to think? Going off—hunting pigs—letting fires out—and now!” A shadow fronted him tempestuously. “You shut up, you fat slug!” There was a moment’s struggle and the glimmering conch jigged up and down. Ralph leapt to his feet. “Jack! Jack! You haven’t got the conch! Let him speak.” Jack’s face swam near him. “And you shut up! Who are you, anyway? Sitting there telling people what to do. You can’t hunt, you can’t sing—” “I’m chief. I was chosen.” “Why should choosing make any difference? Just giving orders that don’t make any sense—” 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 examguru 2017 2 examguru

3 “Piggy’s got the conch.” “That’s right—favor Piggy as you always do—” “Jack!” Jack’s voice sounded in bitter mimicry. “Jack! Jack!” “The rules!” shouted Ralph. “You’re breaking the rules!” “Who cares?” Ralph summoned his wits. “Because the rules are the only thing we’ve got!” But Jack was shouting against him. “Bollocks to the rules! We’re strong—we hunt! If there’s a beast, we’ll hunt it down! We’ll close in and beat and beat and beat—!” He gave a wild whoop and leapt down to the pale sand. At once the platform was full of noise and excitement, scramblings, screams and laughter. The assembly shredded away and became a discursive and random scatter from the palms to the water and away along the beach, beyond night-sight. Ralph found his cheek touching the conch and took it from Piggy. “What’s grown-ups going to say?” cried Piggy again. “Look at ’em!” The sound of mock hunting, hysterical laughter and real terror came from the beach. “Blow the conch, Ralph.” 40 45 50 55 60 (i) How does Golding make this passage such a tense and dramatic moment in the novel? (ii) Explore one other moment where the beast is significant in the novel. examguru 2017 3 examguru

4 Section B Answer either Question 2 or Question 3. Either 2 Read this passage carefully, and then answer the questions that follow it. Remember to support your ideas with relevant details from the text. Mariam loved having visitors at the kolba*. The village head and his gifts, Bibi jo and her aching hip and endless gossiping, and, of course, Mullah Faizullah. But there was no one, no one, that Mariam longed to see more than Jalil. The anxiety set in on Tuesday nights. Mariam would sleep poorly, fretting that some business entanglement would prevent Jalil from coming on Thursday, that she would have to wait a whole other week to see him. On Wednesdays, she paced outside, around the kolba, tossed chicken feed absentmindedly into the coop. She went for aimless walks, picking petals from flowers and batting at the mosquitoes nibbling on her arms. Finally, on Thursdays, all she could do was sit against a wall, eyes glued to the stream, and wait. If Jalil was running late, a terrible dread filled her bit by bit. Her knees would weaken, and she would have to go somewhere and lie down. Then Nana would call, "And there he is, your father. In all his glory." Mariam would leap to her feet when she spotted him hopping stones across the stream, all smiles and hearty waves. Mariam knew that Nana was watching her, gauging her reaction, and it always took effort to stay in the doorway, to wait, to watch him slowly make his way to her, to not run to him. She restrained herself, patiently watched him walk through the tall grass, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, the breeze lifting his red necktie. When Jalil entered the clearing, he would throw his jacket on the tandoor and open his arms. Mariam would walk, then finally run, to him, and he would catch her under the arms and toss her up high. Mariam would squeal. Suspended in the air, Mariam would see Jalil's upturned face below her, his wide, crooked smile, his widow's peak, his cleft chin-a perfect pocket for the tip of her pinkie-his teeth, the whitest in a town of rotting molars. She liked his trimmed moustache, and she liked that no matter the weather he always wore a suit on his visits-dark brown, his favourite colour, with the white triangle of a handkerchief in the breast pocket-and cuff links too, and a tie, usually red, which he left loosened Mariam could see herself too, reflected in the brown of Jalil's eyes: her hair billowing, her face blazing with excitement, the sky behind her. Nana said that one of these days he would miss, that she, Mariam, would slip through his fingers, hit the ground, and break a bone. But Mariam did not believe that Jalil would drop her. She believed that she would always land safely into her father's clean, well-manicured hands. They sat outside the kolba, in the shade, and Nana served them tea. Jalil and she acknowledged each other with an uneasy smile and a nod. Jalil never brought up 1 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 examguru 2017 4 examguru

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