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Thinking about Language
Here are some sentences from the text. Say which of them tell you, that the author:
(a) was afraid of the snake, (b) was proud of his appearance, (c) had a sense of humour,
(d) was no longer afraid of the snake.
1. I was turned to stone.
2. I was no mere image cut in granite.
3. The arm was beginning to be drained of strength.
4. I tried in my imagination to write in bright letters outside my little heart the words, ‘O
God’.
5. I didn’t tremble. I didn’t cry out.
6. I looked into the mirror and smiled. It was an attractive smile.
7. I was suddenly a man of flesh and blood.
8. I was after all a bachelor, and a doctor too on top of it!
9. The fellow had such a sense of cleanliness…! The rascal could have taken it and used it
after washing it with soap and water.
10. Was it trying to make an important decision about growing a moustache or using eye
shadow and mascara or wearing a vermilion spot on its forehead?
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Solution
| (a) was afraid of the snake | (b) was proud of his appearance | (c) had a sense of humour | (d) was no longer afraid of the snake | |
| 1 | I was turned to stone. |
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| 2 | I was no mere image cut in granite. | |||
| 3 | The arm was beginning to be drained of strength. |
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| 4 | I tried in my imagination to write in bright letters outside my little heart the words, ‘O God’. |
I tried in my imagination to write in bright letters outside my little heart the words, ‘O God’. | ||
| 5 | I didn’t tremble. I didn’t cry out. |
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| 6 | I looked into the mirror and smiled. It was an attractive smile. |
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| 7 | I was suddenly a man of flesh and blood. | |||
| 8 | I was after all a bachelor, and a doctor too on top of it! |
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| 9 | The fellow had such a sense of cleanliness…! The rascal could have taken it and used it after washing it with soap and water. |
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| 10 | Was it trying to make an important decision about growing a moustache or using eye shadow and mascara or wearing a vermilion spot on its forehead. |
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