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Swami felt cut off from humanity. He was pained and angry. He didn’t like the strain of cruelty he saw in his father’s nature. He hated the newspaper for printing the tiger’s story. He wished that the tiger hadn’t spared the boy, who didn’t appear to be a boy after all, but a monster…. But I never forgot Veronica. She was the only person I had asked about from my mother but she had merely shrugged her shoulders and said that nothing had changed. That was the trouble with village life: nothing ever changed. Let there be no mistake, vizir,” said the Sultan. “Remember you will have to take her life yourself. If you refuse, I swear that your head shall pay forfeit.” 70 In April, Mr Brooks and another explorer, Graham Stratford, were poised to become the first to complete a crossing of the 56-mile wide frozen Bering Strait between the US and Russia in an amphibious vehicle, Snowbird VI, which could carve its way through ice floes and float in the water in between.
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Students following Route 2 (Edexcel-approved teaching institutions only) will need to produce a coursework assignment responding to at least three poems in detail from Section C of this anthology. They must also refer to a further three poems which do not have to be from the anthology. To prepare for this they should study all the poems in Section C. One day, when the grand-vizir was talking to his eldest daughter, who was his delight and pride, Scheherazade said to him, “Father, I have a favour to ask of you. Will you grant it to me?”
She left at about four in the morning. Since midnight her husband had been dozing in a small, empty side-room with three other men whose wives were having an enjoyable time. A Hero For Swami events took an unexpected turn. Father looked over the newspaper he was reading under the hall lamp and said, “Swami, listen to this: ‘News is to hand of the bravery of a village lad who, while returning home by the jungle path, came face to face with a tiger …’” The paragraph described the fight the boy had with the tiger and his flight up a tree, where he stayed for half a day till some people came that way and killed the tiger.
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He had not thought of that. He blustered: ‘What about the dress you wear for the theatre? It looks all right to me …’ The words died in his throat. He was totally disconcerted and dismayed by the sight of his wife who had begun to cry. Two large tears rolled slowly out of the corners of her eyes and down towards the sides of her mouth.
Many of the children were too deeply asleep to be roused, and those who were awake refused to come down when the gendarmes were sent up to fetch them. In the filthy straw they dug in their heels and screamed. … She was not convinced. ‘No. …There’s nothing so humiliating as to look poor when you’re with women who are rich.’ Though the pair wore survival suits and the weather at the spot where they ditched was clear, one Antarctic explorer told Mr Brooks’ wife it was “nothing short of a miracle” that they had survived. From A Game of Polo with a Headless Goat Emma Levine travelled throughout Asia researching and filming unusual sports. In this passage she writes about a donkey race in Karachi.
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The two lads who had never been interested in this Karachi sport were suddenly fired up with enthusiasm. We waited for eternity on the brow of the hill, me perched in the boot with a zoom lens pointing out. Nearly one hour later I was beginning to feel rather silly when the only action was a villager on a wobbly bicycle, who nearly 10 fell off as he cycled past and gazed around at us. From A Passage to Africa George Alagiah writes about his experiences as a television reporter during the war in Somalia, Africa in the 1990s. He won a special award for his report on the incidents described in this passage. I saw a thousand hungry, lean, scared and betrayed faces as I criss-crossed Somalia between the end of 1991 and December 1992, but there is one I will never forget.
Experts questioned the wisdom of taking a small helicopter — the four-seater Robinson R44 has a single engine — into such a hostile environment. He told me very calmly that he had broken his leg. He looked pathetic, and my immediate thought came without any emotion. … You’re dead … no two ways about it! I think he knew it too. I could see it in his face. It was all totally rational. I knew where we were, I took in everything around me instantly, and knew he was dead. It never occurred to me that I might also die. I accepted without question that I could get off the mountain alone. I had no doubt about that. Please, Father,’ I asked boldly, thinking it was now or never. ‘May I go to university in England too, just like my brothers?’ Three years passed before I could travel to the village again. This time I went alone. When I got there and saw all the destruction I could have wept. I had never imagined anything like it. I went straight to Veronica’s hut. It was dark inside and bare save for a figure huddled on a mat on the ground.The Tyger Tyger, Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies 5 Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 10 And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp 15 Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears And waterd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?* 20 Tyger, Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? The subject of global warming has become impossible to ignore. But what are its implications? And is mankind really to blame? Twenty years ago global warming was a fringe subject — it seemed absurd that we could be having an effect on the Earth’s climate. Today global warming has become a political hot potato and the majority of scientists agree that it is a reality and here to stay. No. You must learn not to be afraid of darkness. It is only a question of habit. 60 You must cultivate good habits.” But Father was expecting an answer. What about creative writing? After all, I had just won first prize in an international writing competition!
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