Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the party." "My dear, you flatter me. I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty." "In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of." "But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood." "It is more than I engage for, I assure you." "But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no newcomers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not." "You are over-scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you;
reading: it is easy to see how Catherine's blissful submission to domesticity, especially at the novel's end, might rankle contemporary readers for whom lines such as "I'm having a child and that makes me contented not to do anything" suggest a bygone era in which a woman's work centered around maintaining a home and filling it with children. Still, even though Catherine's excessive desire to live a lovely life may, at times, make her more archetypal than real, it is unfair to deny her the nuances of her character. Although Catherine alludes to her initial days with Henry as a period when she was slightly "crazy," she seems perfectly aware of the fact that she and Henry are, at first, playing an elaborate game of seduction. Rather than being swept off her feet by Henry's declarations of love, she capably draws the line, telling him when she has had enough for the night or reminding him that their budding love is a lie
They loudly blame their neighbours' way of living, Not for religion's sake, but out of envy, Because they can't endure to see another Enjoy the pleasures age has weaned them from. MADAME PERNELLE (to Elmire) There! That's the kind of rigmarole to please you, Daughter-in-law. One never has a chance To get a word in edgewise, at your house, Because this lady holds the floor all day; But none the less, I mean to have my say, too. I tell you that my son did nothing wiser In all his life, than take this godly man Into his household; heaven sent him here, In your great need, to make you all repent; For your salvation, you must hearken to him; He censures nothing but deserves his censure. These visits, these assemblies, and these balls, Are all inventions of the evil spirit. You never hear a word of godliness At them--but idle cackle, nonsense, flimflam. Our neighbour often comes in for a share, The talk flies fast, and scandal fills the air; It makes a sober person's head go round,
1. FIRST SIGHT My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt -- sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead. It was to Forks that I now exiled myself-- an action that I took with great horror
The murder of the engineer seems justifiable because it is an inevitable by-product of the spiraling violence and disorder of the war. Nevertheless, the novel cannot be said to condemn the war; A Farewell to Arms is hardly the work of a pacifist. Instead, just as the innocent engineer's death is an inevitability of war, so is war the inevitable outcome of a cruel, senseless world. Hemingway suggests that war is nothing more than the dark, murderous extension of a world that refuses to acknowledge, protect, or preserve true love. The Relationship between Love and Pain - Against the backdrop of war, Hemingway offers a deep, mournful meditation on the nature of love. No sooner does Catherine announce to Henry that she is in mourning for her dead fiancé than she begins a game meant to seduce Henry. Her reasons for doing so are clear: she wants to distance herself from the pain of her loss
1 The film was very ________________________ and not at all boring. 2 The party was very ________________________. Nobody wore casual clothes. 3 Heavy metal music is so ________________________. Can't you listen to something quiet? 4 We bought a ________________________ pizza because the restaurant was expensive. 5 These trousers are too ________________________. I need some bigger ones! 6 He's a very _____________________ basketball player and so scores more points than the short ones. 7 The rest of the flat is neat but her room is very ________________________. 8 It was a ________________________ thing to do, but he isn't very clever. 9 This test is ________________________. I want a fair one! 10 Don't laugh. This matter is not ________________________. It's very serious. Marks: /10
.... there as well. 14) He laughed ..... her, not feeling any pity at all. 15) Mother listened ..... the radio while Jim was catching ..... butterflies. 16) She was soon bored, so he decided ..... finish his speech earlier. 17) Marta was hungry; she went ..... the kitchen .... order to grab ..... sandwich and ..... bottle ..... milk. 1.4 Write a postcard to your friend from America who will be visiting you next week. Note: do not write more than 30-50 words Also, the postcard should include: o That you'll be meeting him/her at the airport at five p.m. o His/hers clothes should be warm and comfortable o You can organize a picnic if he/she wants Do not be too formal! Rough notes: ...................................................................................................... ...................................................................................................... ....
Fit Page Full Screen On/Off Close Book Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict ‘ to begin it’— In gentler tone Secunda hopes ‘ There will be nonsense in it!’— While Tertia interrupts the tale Thus grew the tale of Wonderland : Not more than once a minute. Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out— And now the tale is done,
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