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THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCH OOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL CANDIDATE NAME CLASS INDEX NUMBER ENGLISH LANGUAGE 4 Express Paper 2 Comprehension INSERT 1128/02 24 Aug 2021 1 hour 50 minutes READ THESE INSTRUCTIONS FIRST This Insert contains the texts for Section A, B and C. This document consists of 6 printed pages. Setter: Mrs Sheryl Wu and Ms Bernice Xu [Turn over YUSOF ISHAK SECONDARY SCHOOL PRELIMINARY EXAMINATION 2021

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[3] ©YI THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL ENGLISH LANGUAGE P2 PRELIMINARY EXAMINATION 4 EXPRESS Text 2 The text below describes a futuristic society in the city of London. Read it carefully and answer Questions 5-15 in the Question Booklet. 1 2 3 4 5 6 It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his chest in an effort to escape the vile wind. His face felt as if it were slapped relentlessly by a frigid palm. He slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, but that did not stop the prickling sensation on his fingertips from the exposure to the cold. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it, a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide: the face of a man of about forty -five, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stai rs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran. Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasis ed by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the Party. Outside, even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spi rals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colo ur in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black -mustachio’d face gazed down from every commanding poster. There was one on the house front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston’s own. Down at street level another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single w ord INGSOC 1.In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle fly, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the Police Patrol, snooping into people’s windows. The patrols did not matter, h owever. Only the Thought Police mattered. Behind Winston’s back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about the overfulfillment of the Ninth Three -Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston ma de, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it; moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they w anted to. You had to live —did live, from habit that became instinct—in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized. 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 1 Ingsoc is an acronym for English Socialism and the political ideology of the totalitarian state of Oceania.

[4] ©YI THE FIRST PRESIDENT SCHOOL ENGLISH LANGUAGE P2 PRELIMINARY EXAMINATION 4 EXPRESS 7 Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer; though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometer away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the stubby grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste —this was London, chief city of Airstrip One, itself the third most populous of the provinces of Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there a lways these vistas of rotting nineteenth -century houses, their sides shored up with balks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux, occurring against no background and mos