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国家开放大学2021年秋季学期期末统一考试
文学英语赏析 试题
2022年1月
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Information for the examinees :
● This examination consists of 3 parts.They are:
Part I: Literary Fundamentals (30 points)
Part II: Reading Comprehension (so points)
Part III: writing (20 points)
● The total marks for this exarnination are 100 points.Time allowed for
completing this examination is 90 minuteS.
● There will be no extra time to transfer answers to the Answer
Sheet; therefore, you should write ALL your answers on the
Answer Sheet as you do each task.
Part I Literary Fundamentals (30 points, 2 points each)
Questions l-15
Section l.Match the works with their writers.
Works
1. The Old Man and the Sea
2.Jane Eyre
3.The Pearl
4.Gettysburg Address
5.Lord of the Flies
Writers
A.John Steinbeck
B.William Golding
C.Abraham Lincoln
D.Oscar Wilde
E.Ernest Hemingway
F.J. B.Priestley
G.Charlotte Bronte
H.Charles Dickenson
Section 2.Decide whether the following statements are True (T) or False (F).
6.The Novel Heart of Darkness exposes the corruption, cruelty and greed of the colonial system in Africa.
7.Hamlet is one of the well-known comedies by William Shakespeare.
8.Walt Whitman is a famous American poet.
9.Lady Bracknell is a comic character created by Oscar Wilde in his play The Importance of Being Earnest.
10. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is a protest poem against racial discrimination.
Section 3.Choose the correct answers to complete the following sentences.
11. A _ is a pair of thymed lines that are equal in length.
A.sonnet B.couplet
C.ballad D.limerick
12.In narrative stories, the build-up of an interesting plot reaches its highest point at the , which is the highest point of tension for the reader.
A.setting B.end
C.flashback D.climax
13.What figure of speech is used in the underlined lines?
"Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the t_ime to rise from the dark and desolate Valley of segration to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood."
A.simile B.metaphor
C.pun D.personification
14. All the following were awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature except .
A.Emily Dickinson
B.John Steinbeck
C.Harold Pinter
D.Ernest Hemingway
15. "Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man."
This is quoted from by .
A.an essay, Michel de Montaigne
B.a speech, Abraham Lincoln
C.a speech, Martin Luther King
D.an essay, Francis Bacon
Part II Reading Comprehension ( 50 points)
Read the texts l-3 and choose the best answer to each question.(30 points, 3 points each)
Questions 16-25
Text l
Lady Bracknell: (sitting down) You can take a seat, Mr. Worthing.
(looks in her pocket for notebook and pencil.)
Jack Worthing: Thank you, Lady Bracknell, I prefer standing.
Lady Bracknell (pencil and notebook in hand) : I feel bound to tell you that you are not down on my list of eligible young men, although I have the same list as the dear Duchess of Bolton has. We work together, in fact. However, I am quite ready to enter your name, should your manners be what a really affectionate mother requires.Do you smoke?
Jack Worthing: Well, yes.I must admit I smoke
Lady Bracknell: I am glad to hear it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind.There are far too many idle men in London as it is. How old are you?
Jack worthing: Twenty-nine.
Lady Bracknell: A very good age to be married at.I have always been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing.Which do you know?
Jack worthing (after some hesitatioon) : I know nothing, Lady Bracknell.
Lady Bracknell: I am pleased to hear it.I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound.Fortunately in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever.If it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and prubably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square. What is your income?
Jack Worthing: Between seven and eight thousand a year.
Lady Bracknell (makes a note in her book) : In land, or in investments?
Jack Worthing: In investments, chiefly.
Lady Bracknell: That is satisfactory.What between the duties expected of one during one's lifetime, and the duties exacted from one after one's death, land has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure.It gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up. That,s all that can be said about land.
Jack Worthing: I have a country house with some land, of course, attached to it, about fifteen hundred acres, I believe; but I don't depend on that for my real income. In fact, as far as I can make out, the poachers are the only people who make anything out of it.
Lady Bracknell: A country house! How many bedrooms? Well, that point can be cleared up afterwards.You have a town house, I hope? A girl with a simple, unspoiled nature, like Gwendolen, could hardly be expected to reside in the country.
16.The extract is taken from .
A.The Birthday Party
B.The Importance of Being Earnest
C.An Inspector Calls
17. In this extract, Lady Bracknell is interviewing Jack Worthing on his suitability as a possible .
A.investment advisor
B.live-in domestic helper
C.husband for her daughter
18.Which of the following statement is true of the extract?
A.Lady Bracknell uses highly exaggerated language and shifts from one topic to
another abruptly.
B.Lady Bracknell believes it is important to own land because it is a safe and
continuous source of income.
C.Few of Lady Bracknell's questions focus on Jack Worthing's income, property
and family connections.
19. Lady Bracknell is portrayed as _ _.
A.an open-minded career counselor
B.a snobbish woman
C.a shrewd human resource manager
Text 2
A stout slow man sat in his office waiting.His face was fatherly and benign, and his eyes twinkled with friendship.He was a caller of good mornings, a ceremonious shaker of hands, a jolly man who knew all jokes and yet who hovered close to sadness, for in the midst of a laugh he could remember the death of your aunt, and his eyes would become wet with sorrow for your loss.This morning he had placed a flower in a vase on his desk, a single scarlet hibiscus, and the vase sat beside the black velvet-lined tray in front of him. He was shaved close to the blue roots of his beard, and his hands were clean and his nails polished.His door stood open to the morning, and he hummed under his breath while his right hand practiced legerdemain.He rolled a coin back and forth over his knuckles and made it appear and disappear, made it spin and sparkle. The coin winked into sight and as quickly slipped out of sight, and the man did not even watch his own performance.The fingers did it all mechanically, precisely, while the man hummed to himself and peered out the door.Then he heard th_e tra n_p of feet of the approaching crowd and the finggers of his right hand worked faster and faster until as the flgure of Kino filled the doorway the coiri flashed and disappe red.
20.The extract is taken from .
A.Heart of Darkness
B.The Pearl
C.Lord of the Flies
21. The stout man is described as .
A. extremely cold and impolite
B.a bit shy but cool-headed
C.kind and friendly
22.The last few sentences suggest that the stout man .
A.could not stay calm when he saw the coin disappear
B. could not stay calm when he saw Kino come in
C.could not go out because of the crowd at his door
Text 3
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put the crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
23.In which stanza does the speaker call on the audience to stop all the distractions and share in his grief?
A.Stanza 1
B.Stanza 2
C.Stanza 3
24.What)s the focus of the third stanza?
A.The difficulties in making decisions at the crossroads of life.
B. The celebration of the importance of the loved one to the poet.
C.The destructive force of extreme ambition.
25.The poet expressed .
A.bitter disappointment at the polluted environment
B. deep grief at the death of an intimate friend
C.strong desire to change the world
Text 4
Read the extract and give brief answers to the questions 26-29 that follow. (20 points, 5
points each)
Please note: This reading task will be relevant to the writing task in Part III.
The Day Mother Cried
Coming home from school that dark winter,s day so long ago, I was filled with
anticipation, I had a new issue of my favorite sports magazine tucked under my arm, and the house to myself. Dad was at work, my sister was away, and Mother wouldn't be home from her new job for an hour. I bounded up the steps, burst into the living room and flipped on a light.
I was shocked into stillness by what I saw. Mother, pulled into a tight ball with her face in her hands, sat at the far end of the couch. She was crying. I had never seen her cry.
I approached cautiously and touched her shoulder. "Mother?" I said. "What's
happened?"
She took a long breath and managed a weak smile. "It's nothing, really. Nothing
important. Just that I'm going to lose this new job. I can't type fast enough. n
"But you've only been there three days. v I said. "You'II catch on. " I was repeating a line she had spoken to me a hundred times when I was having trouble learning or doing something important to me.
"No," she said sadly. "I always said I could do anything I set my mind to, and I still
think I can in most things. But I can,t do this. "
I felt helpless and out of place. At age 16 I still assumed Mother could do anything.Some years before, when we sold our ranch(大牧场)and moved to town, Mother had decided to open a day nursery. She had had no training, but that didn't stand in her way. She sent away for correspondence (函授) courses in child care， did the lessons and in six months formally qualified herself for the task. It wasn't long before she had a full enrollment and a waiting list. I accepted all this as a perfectly normal instance of mother's ability.
But neither the nursery nor the motel my parents bought later had provided enough income to send my sister and me to college In two years I would be ready for college In three more my sister would want to go. Time was running out, and Mother was frantic for ways to save money. It was clear that Dad could do no more than he was doing already-farming 80 acres in addition to holding a fulltime job.
A few months after we'd sold the motel, Mother arrived home with a used typewriter.It skipped between certain letters and the keyboard was soft. At dinner that night I pronounced the machine a "piece of junk. "
"That's all we can afford. " Mother said. "It's good enough to learn on. " And from that day on, as soon as the table was cleared and the dishes were done, Mother would disappear into her sewing room to practice. The slow tap, tap, tap went on some nights until midnight.
It was nearly Christmas when I heard Mother got a job at the radio station. I was not the least bit surprised, or impressed. But she was ecstatic.
Monday, after her first day at work, I could see that the excitement was gone. Mother looked tired and drawn. I responded by ignoring her.
Tuesday, Dad made dinner and cleaned the kitchen. Mother stayed in her sewing room, practicing. "Is Mother all right?" I asked Dad.
"She's having a little trouble with her typing," he said. “She needs to practice. I think she'd appreciate it if we all helped out a bit more. "
"I already do a lot, " I said, immediately on guard.
"I know you do," Dad said evenly. "And you may have to do more. You might just remember that she is working primarily so you can go to college. "
I honestly didn't care. I wished she would just forget the whole thing.
My shock and embarrassment at finding mother in tears on Wednesday was a perfect index of how little I understood the pressures on her. Sitting beside her on the couch, I began very slowly to understand.
"I guess we all have to fail sometime," Mother said quietly. I could sense her pain and the tension of holding back the strong emotions that were interrupted by my arrival.
Suddenly, something inside me turned. I reached out and put my arms around her.
She broke then. She put her face against my shoulder and sobbed. I held her close and didn't try to talk. I knew I was doing what I should, what I could, and that it was enough.In that moment, feeling Mother's back racked with emotion, I understood for the first time her vulnerability. She was still my mother, but she was something more: a person like me, capable of fear and hurt and failure. I could feel her pain, as she must have felt mine on a thousand occasions when I had sought comfort in her arms.
A week later Mother took a job selling dry goods at half the salary the radio station had offered. "It's a job I can do," she said simply. But the evening practice sessions on the old green typewriter continued. I had a very different feeling now when I passed her door at night and heard her tapping away. I knew there was something more going on in there than a woman learning to type.
When I left for college two years later, Mother had an office job with better pay and more responsibility. I have to believe that in some strange way she learned as much from her moment of defeat as I did, because several years later, when I had finished school and proudly accepted a job as a newspaper reporter, she had already been a journalist with our hometown paper for six months.
The old green typewriter sits in my office now, unprepared. It is a memento(纽念品),but what it recalls for me is not quite what it recalled for Mother. When I'm having trouble with a story and think about giving up or when I start to feel sorry for myself and think things should be easier for me。 I roll a piece of paper into that cranky old machine and type, word by painful word, just the way Mother did. What I remember then is not her failure,but her courage, the courage to go ahead.
It's the best mernento anyone ever gave me.
26. Why was the mother crying?
27. Do you think she was successful with her nursery and motel? If so. why did she take up the new job?
28. What did he begin to understand about his mother after he saw her cry?
29. The old typewriter plays a very important role in the story. What is the role it plays?
Part III Writing ( 20 Points)
30. Summarize the story " The Day Mother Cried" in about 120 words.
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