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Question 1

They were two perfectly insignificant and incapable individuals, whose existence is only rendered possible through the high organization of civilized crowds.

Answer 1

J. Conrad - Outpoust of Progress

Question 2

They did not know what use to make of their faculties, being both, through want of practice, incapable of independent thought.

Answer 2

J. Conrad - Outpoust of Progress

Question 3

It spoke much of the rights and duties of civilization, of the sacredness of the civilizing work, and extolled the merits of those who went about bringing light, and faith and commerce to the dark places of the earth.

Answer 3

J. Conrad - Outpoust of Progress

Question 4

They all appeared to him very young, indistinguishably alike

Answer 4

J. Conrad - Outpoust of Progress

Question 5

“Slavery is an awful thing,”

Answer 5

J. Conrad - Outpoust of Progress

Question 6

It was the occasion for a national holiday, but Carlier had a fit of rage over it and talked about the necessity of exterminating all the niggers before the country could be made habitable.

Answer 6

J. Conrad - Outpoust of Progress

Question 7

Society was calling to its accomplished child to come, to be taken care of, to be instructed, to be judged, to be condemned; it called him to return to that rubbish heap from which he had wandered away, so that justice could be done.

Answer 7

J. Conrad - Outpoust of Progress

Question 8

“I believe that in composing my chapter of moral history in exactly the way I have composed it I have taken the first step toward the spiritual liberation of my country.”

Answer 8

J. Joyce

Question 9

“It is man’s passionate sub-conscious which makes the story not the mechanical upper half.”

Answer 9

D. H. Lawrence

Question 10

The girl was alone, a rather short, sullen-looking young woman of twenty-seven. She did not share the same life as her brothers.

Answer 10

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 11

Every movement showed a massive, slumbrous strength, and a stupidity which held them in subjection

Answer 11

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 12

He would marry and go into harness. His life was over, he would be a subject animal now.

Answer 12

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 13

He was master of any horse, and he carried himself with a well-tempered air of mastery. But he was not master of the situations of life.

Answer 13

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 14

He had a slight Scotch accent.

Answer 14

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - H. D. Lawrence

Question 15

‘What are you going to do, then, Miss Pervin?’ asked Fergusson. ‘Going to your sister’s, are you?’
Mabel looked at him with her steady, dangerous eyes, that always made him uncomfortable, unsettling his superficial ease.

Answer 15

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - H. D. Lawrence

Question 16

Then, however brutal and coarse everything was, the sense of money had kept her proud, confident.

Answer 16

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 17

And she lived in the memory of her mother, who had died when she was fourteen, and whom she had loved. She had loved her father, too, in a different way, depending upon him, and feeling secure in him, until at the age of fifty-four he married again. And then she had set hard against him. Now he had died and left them all hopelessly in debt.

Answer 17

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 18

It was a grey, wintry day, with saddened, dark-green fields and an atmosphere blackened by the smoke of foundries not far off.

Answer 18

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 19

It gave her sincere satisfaction to do this. She felt in immediate contact with the world of her mother. She took minute pains, went through the park in a state bordering on pure happiness, as if in performing this task she came into a subtle, intimate connexion with her mother. For the life she followed here in the world was far less real than the world of death she inherited from her mother.

Answer 19

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 20

In the distance, across a shallow dip in the country, the small town was clustered like smouldering ash, a tower, a spire, a heap of low, raw, extinct houses. And on the nearest fringe of the town, sloping into the dip, was Oldmeadow, the Pervins’ house. He could see the stables and the outbuildings distinctly, as they lay towards him on the slope. Well, he would not go there many more times! Another resource would be lost to him, another place gone: the only company he cared for in the alien, ugly little town he was losing. Nothing but work, drudgery, constant hastening from dwelling to dwelling among the colliers and the iron-workers. It wore him out, but at the same time he had a craving for it. It was a stimulant to him to be in the homes of the working people, moving as it were through the innermost body of their life. His nerves were excited and gratified. He could come so near, into the very lives of the rough, inarticulate, powerfully emotional men and women. He grumbled, he said he hated the hellish hole. But as a matter of fact it excited him, the contact with the rough, strongly-feeling people was a stimulant applied direct to his nerves.

Answer 20

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 21

‘Do you love me then?’ she asked.

He only stood and stared at her, fascinated. His soul seemed to melt.

Answer 21

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 22

‘You love me?’ she said, rather faltering.
‘Yes.’ The word cost him a painful effort. Not because it wasn’t true. But because it was too newly true, the saying seemed to tear open again his newly-torn heart. And he hardly wanted it to be true, even now.

Answer 22

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 23

She lifted her face to him, and he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge.

Answer 23

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 24

That he should love her? That this was love! That he should be ripped open in this way!—Him, a doctor!—How they would all jeer if they knew!—It was agony to him to think they might know.

Answer 24

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 25

'No, I want you, I want you,' was all he answered, blindly, with that terrible intonation which frightened her almost more than her horror lest he should not want her.

Answer 25

The Horse Dealer's Daughter - D. H. Lawrence

Question 26

She was a till woman of imperious mien, handsome, with definite black eyebrows. Her smooth black hair was parted exactly. For a few moments she stood steadily watching the miners as they passed along the railway: then she turned towards the brook course. Her face was calm and set, her mouth was closed with disillusionment. After a moment she called:

Answer 26

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 27

“I think it is soon enough,” she replied. | At her brief censure the little man made an impatient gesture, and said coaxingly, yet with dangerous coldness:

Answer 27

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 28

“I hear as Walter’s got another bout on,” he said.

Answer 28

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 29

"I do think it’s beautiful to look in the fire,” said the child. “Do you?” said her mother. “Why?” “It’s so red, and full of little caves — and it feels so nice, and you can fair smell it.” “It’ll want mending directly,” replied her mother, “and then if your father comes he’ll carry on and say there never is a fire when a man comes home sweating from the pit.— A public-house is always warm enough.”

Answer 29

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 30

As she reached up, her figure displayed itself just rounding with maternity. “Oh, mother —!” exclaimed the girl. “What?” said the woman, suspended in the act of putting the lamp glass over the flame. The copper reflector shone handsomely on her, as she stood with uplifted arm, turning to face her daughter. “You’ve got a flower in your apron!” said the child, in a little rapture at this unusual event. “Goodness me!” exclaimed the woman, relieved. “One would think the house was afire.” She replaced the glass and waited a moment before turning up the wick. A pale shadow was seen floating vaguely on the floor. “Let me smell!” said the child, still rapturously, coming forward and putting her face to her mother’s waist.

Answer 30

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 31

“Twenty minutes to six!” In a tone of fine bitter carelessness she continued: “Eh, he’ll not come now till they bring him. There he’ll stick! But he needn’t come rolling in here in his pit-dirt, for I won’t wash him. He can lie on the floor — Eh, what a fool I’ve been, what a fool! And this is what I came here for, to this dirty hole, rats and all, for him to slink past his very door. Twice last week — he’s begun now-”

Answer 31

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 32

“‘Asn’t ‘e! Oh, Jack’s been ‘ome an ‘ad ‘is dinner an’ gone out. E’s just gone for ‘alf an hour afore bedtime. Did you call at the ‘Prince of Wales’?” “No —”

Answer 32

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 33

She was about sixty years old, pale, with blue eyes, and her face all wrinkled and lamentable. She shut the door and turned to her daughter-inlaw peevishly. “Eh, Lizzie, whatever shall we do, whatever shall we do!” she cried.

Answer 33

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 34

“No,” she said, “not to me. It was chrysanthemums when I married him, and chrysanthemums when you were born, and the first time they ever brought him home drunk, he’d got brown chrysanthemums in his button-hole.”

Answer 34

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 35

You’ve had a sight o’ trouble with him, Elizabeth, you have indeed. But he was a jolly enough lad wi’ me, he was, I can assure you. I don’t know how it is . . .”

Answer 35

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 36

“There’s no end to my troubles, there isn’t. The things I’ve gone through, I’m sure it’s enough

Answer 36

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 37

When they arose, saw him lying in the naïve dignity of death, the women stood arrested in fear and respect. For a few moments they remained still, looking down, the old mother whimpering. Elizabeth felt countermanded. She saw him, how utterly inviolable he lay in himself. She had nothing to do with him. She could not accept it. Stooping, she laid her hand on him, in claim. He was still warm, for the mine was hot where he had died. His mother had his face between her hands, and was murmuring incoherently. The old tears fell in succession as drops from wet leaves; the mother was not weeping, merely her tears flowed. Elizabeth embraced the body of her husband, with cheek and lips. She seemed to be listening, inquiring, trying to get some connection. But she could not. She was driven away. He was impregnable.

Answer 37

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 38

They never forgot it was death, and the touch of the man’s dead body gave them strange emotions, different in each of the women; a great dread possessed them both, the mother felt the lie was given to her womb, she was denied; the wife felt the utter isolation of the human soul, the child within her was a weight apart from her.

Answer 38

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 39

At last it was finished. He was a man of handsome body, and his face showed no traces of drink. He was blonde, full-fleshed, with fine limbs. But he was dead.

Answer 39

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 40

“Bless him,” whispered his mother, looking always at his face, and speaking out of sheer terror. “Dear lad — bless him!” She spoke in a faint, sibilant ecstasy of fear and mother love.

Answer 40

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 41

Elizabeth sank down again to the floor, and put her face against his neck, and trembled and shuddered. But she had to draw away again. He was dead, and her living flesh had no place against his. A great dread and weariness held her: she was so unavailing. Her life was gone like this.

Answer 41

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 42

In her womb was ice of fear, because of this separate stranger with whom she had been living as one flesh. Was this what it all meant — utter, intact separateness, obscured by heat of living? In dread she turned her face away. The fact was too deadly. There had been nothing between them, and yet they had come together, exchanging their nakedness repeatedly. Each time he had taken her, they had been two isolated beings, far apart as now. He was no more responsible than she. The child was like ice in her womb. For as she looked at the dead man, her mind, cold and detached, said clearly: “Who am I? What have I been doing? I have been fighting a husband who did not exist. HE existed all the time. What wrong have I done? What was that I have been living with? There lies the reality, this man.”— And her soul died in her for fear: she knew she had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met nor whom they fought. And now she saw, and turned silent in seeing. For she had been wrong. She had said he was something he was not; she had felt familiar with him. Whereas he was apart all the while, living as she never lived, feeling as she never felt.

Answer 42

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 43

She was a mother — but how awful she knew it now to have been a wife. And he, dead now, how awful he must have felt it to be a husband. She felt that in the next world he would be a stranger to her. If they met there, in the beyond, they would only be ashamed of what had been before. The children had come, for some mysterious reason, out of both of them. But the children did not unite them. Now he was dead, she knew how eternally he was apart from her, how eternally he had nothing more to do with her. She saw this episode of her life closed. They had denied each other in life. Now he had withdrawn. An anguish came over her. It was finished then: it had become hopeless between them long before he died. Yet he had been her husband.

Answer 43

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 44

She knew she submitted to life, which was her immediate master. But from death, her ultimate master, she winced with fear and shame.

Answer 44

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 45

For his look was other than hers, his way was not her way. She had denied him what he was — she saw it now. She had refused him as himself.— And this had been her life, and his life.— She was grateful to death, which restored the truth. And she knew she was not dead.

Answer 45

The Odour of Chrysanthemums - D. H. Lawrence

Question 46

As Mrs Forman would have said, it was all very Greek, and the fastidious Mr Lucas felt thankful that they were bringing their own food with them, and should eat it in the open air.

Answer 46

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 47

Perhaps he also relished that more subtle pleasure of being kept waiting for lunch, and of telling the others on their arrival that it was of no consequence.

Answer 47

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 48

Mrs Forman always re¬ferred to her as Antigone, and Mr Lucas tried to settle down to the role of Oedipus, which seemed the only one that public opinion allowed him.

Answer 48

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 49

Yet he had led a healthy, active life, had worked steadily, made money, educated his children. There was nothing and no one to blame: he was simply growing old.

Answer 49

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 50

He was aroused at last by a shock—the shock of an arrival perhaps, for when he opened his eyes, some¬thing unimagined, indefinable, had passed over all things, and made them intelligible and good.

Answer 50

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 51

There was meaning in the stoop of the old woman over her work, and in the quick motions of the little pig, and in her diminishing globe of wool.

Answer 51

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 52

'Why, here's papa, playing at being Merlin.

Answer 52

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Answer 53

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Answer 54

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 55

Mrs Forman upbraided him for his tepid praise. 'Oh, it is a place in a thousand!' she cried, 'I could live and die here! I really would stop if I had not to be back at Athens! It reminds me of the Colonus of Sophocles.'

Answer 55

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 56

'Well, I must stop,' said Ethel. 'I positively must.' 'Yes, do! You and your father! Antigone and Oedi¬pus. Of course you must stop at Colonus!'

Answer 56

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 57

Mr Lucas was almost breathless with excitement. When he stood within the tree, he had believed that his happiness would be independent of locality. But these few minutes' conversation had undeceived him. He no longer trusted himself to journey through the world, for old thoughts, old wearinesses might be waiting to rejoin-him as soon as he left the shade of the planes, and the music of the virgin water. To sleep in the Khan with the gracious, kind-eyed coun¬try people, to watch the bats flit about within the globe of shade, and see the moon turn the golden patterns into silver—one such night would place him beyond relapse, and confirm him for ever in the king¬dom he had regained. But all his lips could say was: 'I should be willing to put in a night here.'

Answer 57

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 58

'I am altogether pleased with the appearance of this place. It impresses me very favourably. The trees are fine, remarkably fine for Greece, and there is something very poetic in the spring of clear running water. The people too seem kindly and civil. It is decidedly an attractive place.'

Answer 58

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 59

'You mean a week, papa! It would be sacrilege to put in less.' 'A week then, a week,' said his lips, irritated at be¬ing corrected, while his heart was leaping with joy. All through lunch he spoke to them no more, but watched the place he should know so well, and the people who would so soon be his companions and friends. The inmates of the Khan only consisted of an old woman, a middle-aged woman, a young man and two children, and to none of them had he spoken, yet he loved them as he loved everything that moved or breathed or existed beneath the benedictory shade of the planes.

Answer 59

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 60

'Drop it, you brigand!' shouted Graham, who al¬ways declared that foreigners could understand Eng¬lish if they chose. He was right, for the man obeyed, and they all stood waiting for Ethel's return.

Answer 60

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 60

Ethel was startled into impoliteness. 'What a perfectly ridiculous idea. You must have known I was joking. Of course I meant I wished we could.' 'Ah! if we could only do what we wished!' sighed Mrs Forman, already seated on her mule. 'Surely,' Ethel continued in calmer tones, 'you didn't think I meant it.' 'Most certainly I did. I have made all my plans on the supposition that we are stopping here, and it will be extremely inconvenient, indeed, impossible for me to start.'

Answer 60

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 61

'They might knife you,' was Mr Graham's contri¬bution.

Answer 61

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 62

'Oh, they are terrible—simple savages! I don't know how I shall ever thank you. You've saved my father.'

Answer 62

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 63

'Well, there's nothing I dislike more than running water.

Answer 63

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 63

Tuesday at Plataniste, in the province of Messenia, a shocking tragedy occurred. A large tree"—aren't I getting on well?—"blew down in the night and"—wait a min¬ute—oh, dear! "crushed to death the five occupants of the little Khan there, who had apparently been sit¬ting in the balcony. The bodies of Maria Rhomaides, the aged proprietress, and of her daughter, aged forty-six, were easily recognizable, whereas that of her grandson"—oh, the rest is really too horrid; I wish I had never tried it, and what's more I feel to have heard the name Plataniste before. We didn't stop there, did we, in the spring?'

Answer 63

The Road from Colonus - E. M. Forster

Question 64

Angela, with her genius for sympathy, had been terribly upset.

Answer 64

The Legacy - Virginia Woolf

Question 65

One of the delights of travelling with Angela had been that she was so eager to learn. She was so terribly ignorant, she used to say, as if that were not one of her charms.

Answer 65

The Legacy - Virginia Woolf

Question 66

Oddly enough he had never much regretted that himself. Life had been so full, so rich as it was.

Answer 66

The Legacy - Virginia Woolf

Question 67

He cast his eyes rapidly over more pages, full of the little trifles, the insignificant, happy, daily trifles that had made up her life.

Answer 67

The Legacy - Virginia Woolf

Question 68

He could also see him quite distinctly—a stubby little man, with a rough beard, red tie, dressed as they always did in tweeds, who had never done an honest day’s work in his life.

Answer 68

The Legacy - Virginia Woolf

Question 69

How idiotic civilisation is!

Answer 69

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 70

Bertha wanted to ask if it wasn't rather dangerous to let her clutch at a strange dog's ear. But she did not dare to. She stood watching them, her hands by her side, like the poor little girl in front of the rich girl with the doll.

Answer 70

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 71

How absurd it was. Why have a baby if it has to be kept - not in a case like a rare, rare fiddle - but in another woman's arms?

Answer 71

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 72

"You're nice - you're very nice!" said she, kissing her warm baby. "I'm fond of you. I like you."

Answer 72

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 73

The windows of the drawing-room opened on to a balcony overlooking the garden. At the far end, against the wall, there was a tall, slender pear tree in fullest, richest bloom; it stood perfect, as though becalmed against the jade-green sky. Bertha couldn't help feeling, even from this distance, that it had not a single bud or a faded petal. Down below, in the garden beds, the red and yellow tulips, heavy with flowers, seemed to lean upon the dusk. A grey cat, dragging its belly, crept across the lawn, and a black one, its shadow, trailed after. The sight of them, so intent and so quick, gave Bertha a curious shiver.

Answer 73

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 74

"What creepy things cats are!"

Answer 74

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 75

Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humour!

Answer 75

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 76

In their home and among their friends they called each other Face and Mug.

Answer 76

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 77

It was lean, pale Eddie Warren (as usual) in a state of acute distress.

Answer 77

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 78

What was there in the touch of that cool arm that could fan - start blazing - the fire of bliss that Bertha did not know what to do with?

Answer 78

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 79

"My dear Mrs. Knight, don't ask me about my baby. I never see her. I shan't feel the slightest interest in her until she has a lover,"

Answer 79

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 80

And you and he will be alone together in the dark room - the warm bed ... "

Answer 80

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 81

For the first time in her life Bertha Young desired her husband. Oh, she'd loved him - she'd been in love with him, of course, in every other way, but just not in that way. And equally, of course, she'd understood that he was different. They'd discussed it so often. It had worried her dreadfully at first to find that she was so cold, but after a time it had not seemed to matter. They were so frank with each other - such good pals. That was the best of being modern.

Answer 81

Bliss - Katherine Mansfield

Question 82

W. H. Auden

Answer 82

Christopher Isherwood