This is a take home exam.
As to the essay parts, please write simply using simple words, simple structure.
I need the answers strictly within 10 hours (3:00a.m. Dec18).
TEXTS are following and found on line;
Henry Fielding ?Joseph Andrews?
Jane Austin ?Emma?
Charles Dickens ?David Copperfield?
D.H. Lawrence Short Stories
（Some are available on line, but not all）
Thomas Hardy ?Far from the Madding Crowd?
Henry James ?The Turn of the Screw?
Penelope Lively ?Passing On?
(Unavailable on line)
If there are questions regarding to the novel unavailable on line, do as much as possible (if so, there no need to quote). In the worst case, blank it.
Final Examination – Part One (closed book)
1. Using your own paper, please define the following terms using
complete sentences. As you write your definitions, make certain to
illustrate them with an appropriate and concrete reference or two to the
texts we read together (15%).
a. round character
b. restrospective narration
c. didactic literature
d. novel of manners
2. Using your own paper, please explain (5%):
a. What Thomas Hardy alludes to when he uses the word, ｳnebulaｲ
b. Why D H Lawrence calls one of his characters ｳJohn Thomasｲ
2. Using your own paper, please specify the authors and titles of the
following passages from the works we read together this term. Make
certain to discuss what exactly (details of content? of style? of
language?) leads you to your answers (30%).
a. And with the base of his palms he shoved at the chin, with all his
might. And it was pleasant, too, to have that chin that hard jaw already
slightly rough with beard, in his hands. He did not relax one hairｹs
breadth, but, all the force of all his blood exulting in his thrust, he
shoved back the head of the other man, till there was a little ｳcluckｲ and a
crunching sensation. Then he felt as if his head went to vapour.
b. Such has been the destruction of the Brazilian rain forests that
only about two hundred of the golden lion tamarin survive in the wild.
Their relative, the cotton-top tamarin, fares little better. [He], who had
seen both of these creatures on the television screen, pictured the tiny
animals, with their sad wise old menｹs faces framed by silky manes, their
long, long tails, their agility. A few hundred of them, and five billion
human beings. The tamarin will be preserved, in all probability, only if
zoos throughout the world cooperate in breeding programmes.
c. It was plump, one afternoon, in the middle of my very hour: the
children were tucked away and I had come out for my stroll. One of the
thoughts that, as I donｹt in the least shrink now from noting, used to be
with me in these wanderings was that it would be as charming as a charming
story suddenly to meet some one. Some one would appear there at the turn of
a path and would stand before me and smile and approve. I did nｹt ask more
than that–I only asked that he should know; and the only way to be sure he
knew would be to see it, and the kind light of it, in his handsome face.
That was exactly present to me–by which I mean the face was–when, on the
first of these occasions, at the end of a long June day, I stopped short on
emerging from one of the plantations and coming into view of the house.
What arrested me on the spot–and with a shock much greater than any vision
had allowed for–was the sense that my imagination had, in a flash, turned
real. He did stand there!
d. [He] was an excellent scholar. He was a perfect master of the
Greek and Latin languages, to which he added a great share of knowledge in
the Oriental tongues, and could read and translate French, Italian, and
Spanish. He had applied many years to the most severe study, and had
treasured up a fund of learning rarely to be met with in a university. He
was besides a man of good sense, good parts, and good nature; but was at the
same time as entirely ignorant of the ways of this world as an infant just
entered into it could possibly be. As he had never any intention to
deceive, so he never expected such a design in others.
e. It was a wonderfully fine thing to have that lofty castle to
myself, and to feel, when I shut my outer door, like Robinson Crusoe, when
he had got into his fortification, and pulled his ladder up after him. It
was a wonderfully fine thing to walk about town with the key of my house in
my pocket, and to know that I could ask any fellow to come home, and make
quite sure of its being inconvenient to nobody, if it were not so to me. It
was a wonderfully fine thing to let myself in and out, and to come and go
without a word to anyone, and to ring Mrs Crupp up, gasping, from the depths
of the earth, when I wanted her–and when she was disposed to come. All
this, I say, was wonderfully fine; but I must say, too, that there were
times when it was very dreary.
f. She attended to the doctorｹs wife. She got the doctor and his
wife into their coats and got them out of the front door. She returned to
the sitting room and struck Tam, who had knocked the bowl of biscuits from
the table and was wolfing them off the carpet. She refilled three glasses.
She went into the kitchen to see if there was another packet of biscuits. I
am not enjoying myself, she thought–but then I was never supposed to, was
I? She sought biscuits in the bread bin, the vegetable rack, on the
dresser. No damn biscuits.
g. The charming Augusta Hawkins, in addition to all the usual
advantages of perfect beauty and merit, was in possession of an independent
fortune, of so many thousands as would always be called ten; a point of some
dignity, as well as some convenience: the story told well; he had not
thrown himself away–he had gained a woman of ｣10,000 or thereabouts; and he
had gained her with such delightful rapidity–the first hour of introduction
had been so very soon followed by distinguishing notice; the history which
he had to give Mrs. Cole of the rise and progress of the affair was so
glorious–the steps so quick, from the accidental rencontre, to the dinner
at Mr. Greenｹs, and the part at Mrs. Brownｹs–smiles and blushes rising in
importance–with consciousness and agitation richly scattered–the lady had
been so easily impressed–so sweetly disposed–had in short, to use a most
intelligible phrase, been so very ready to have him, that vanity and
prudence were equally contented.
h. Norcombe Hill–not far from the lonely Toller Down–was one of the
spots which suggest to a passer-by, that he is in the presence of a shape
approaching the indestructible as nearly as any to be found on earth. It
was a featureless convexity of chalk and soil–an ordinary specimen of those
smoothly-outlined protuberances of the globe which may remain undisturbed on
some great day of confusion, when far grander heights and dizzy granite
precipices topple down.
The hill was covered on its northern side by an ancient and decaying
plantation of beeches, whose upper verge formed a line over the crest,
fringing its arched curve against the sky, like a mane. To-night these
trees sheltered the southern slope from the keenest blasts, which smote the
wood and floundered through it with a sound as of grumbling, or gushed over
its crowning boughs in a weakened moan. The dry leaves in the ditch
simmered and boiled in the same breezes, a tongue of air occasionally
ferreting out a few, and sending them spinning across the grass.
i. And then, because of the strange anxiety at her heart, she stole
upstairs to her sonｹs room. Noiselessly she went along the upper corridor.
Was there a faint noise? What was it?
She stood, with arrested muscles, outside his door, listening.
There was a strange, heavy, and yet not loud noise. Her heart stood still.
It was a soundless noise, yet rushing and powerful. Something huge, in
violent, hushed motion. What was it? What in Godｹs name was it? She ought
to know. She felt that she knew the noise. She knew what it was.
Yet she could not place it. She couldnｹt say what it was. And on
and on it went, like a madness.
Softly, frozen with anxiety and fear, she turned the door-handle.
The room was dark. Yet in the space near the window, she heard and
saw something plunging to and fro. She gazed in fear and amazement.
j. Everybody we had anything to do with seemed to cheat us. Our
appearance in a shop was a signal for the damaged goods to be brought out
immediately. If we bought a lobster, it was full of water. All our meat
turned out to be tough, and there was hardly any crust to our loaves. In
search of the principle on which joints ought to be roasted, to be roasted
enough, and not too much, I myself referred to the Cookery Book, and found
it there established as the allowance of a quarter of an hour to every
pound, and say a quarter over. But the principle always failed us by some
curious fatality, and we never could hit any medium between redness and
I had reason to believe that in accomplishing these failures we incurred
a far greater expense than if we had achieved a series of triumphs. It
appeared to me, on looking over the tradesmenｹs books, as if we might have
kept the basement story paved with butter, such was our extensive
consumption of that article. I donｹt know whether the Excise returns of that
period may have exhibited any increase in the demand for pepper; but if our
performances did not affect the market, I should say several families must
have left off using it. And the most wonderful fact of all was, that we
never had anything in the house.