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457200-257175Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses5314950-323850Text One: Survive the Savage SeaFrom lines 1-6, select two words or phrases that show that initially Alvarenga is not bothered by the storm.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 7-18In your own words, explain how Alvarenga and Cordoba deal with the arrival of the storm.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: Survive the Savage SeaFrom lines 1-6, select two words or phrases that show that initially Alvarenga is not bothered by the storm.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 7-18In your own words, explain how Alvarenga and Cordoba deal with the arrival of the storm.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________-161925313055Read the following passage carefully.The writer tells the story of two poor fishermen, Alvarenga and his inexperienced young assistant, Cordoba.Survive the Savage Sea1Alvarenga knew the danger of the storms better than most, but he was on a streak - he2had just caught half a ton of fish and there were plenty more to be taken. He expected3storms this time of year – November was always rowdy. The key, he explained to 4Cordoba, was to read the wind, waves and clouds. Today’s gusts had teeth – he could feel5them as the cloud bank built over the mountaintops to the east. But Alvarenga accepted6the challenge and refused to change his plans.7Around one am Alvarenga felt a deep warning. The voice of the storm had picked8up and Alvarenga took note. The swells gathered strength and the boat began to tilt9sideways like a ride at an amusement park.10Cordoba was terrified and losing control. “Get us out of here. Let’s go back,” he screamed11at Alvarenga. “We are going to die.”12“Shut up,” Alvarenga ordered. But as the winds and waves jacked up, the boat began13to fill with water. Alvarenga told Cordoba to start bailing; he began furiously dumping 14seawater back into the ocean. Despite Cordoba’s frantic bailing, the crashing waves filled15their boat with water faster than they could empty it.16“We’ve got to bring the fishing lines in now, this storm is a complicated one,” Alvarenga17called. Cordoba didn’t react. “Move it!” Alvarenga shouted. “Let’s crank up the motor. Start18pulling in the line.”00Read the following passage carefully.The writer tells the story of two poor fishermen, Alvarenga and his inexperienced young assistant, Cordoba.Survive the Savage Sea1Alvarenga knew the danger of the storms better than most, but he was on a streak - he2had just caught half a ton of fish and there were plenty more to be taken. He expected3storms this time of year – November was always rowdy. The key, he explained to 4Cordoba, was to read the wind, waves and clouds. Today’s gusts had teeth – he could feel5them as the cloud bank built over the mountaintops to the east. But Alvarenga accepted6the challenge and refused to change his plans.7Around one am Alvarenga felt a deep warning. The voice of the storm had picked8up and Alvarenga took note. The swells gathered strength and the boat began to tilt9sideways like a ride at an amusement park.10Cordoba was terrified and losing control. “Get us out of here. Let’s go back,” he screamed11at Alvarenga. “We are going to die.”12“Shut up,” Alvarenga ordered. But as the winds and waves jacked up, the boat began13to fill with water. Alvarenga told Cordoba to start bailing; he began furiously dumping 14seawater back into the ocean. Despite Cordoba’s frantic bailing, the crashing waves filled15their boat with water faster than they could empty it.16“We’ve got to bring the fishing lines in now, this storm is a complicated one,” Alvarenga17called. Cordoba didn’t react. “Move it!” Alvarenga shouted. “Let’s crank up the motor. Start18pulling in the line.”5305425-191135Text One: Moving to the Boat HouseFrom lines 2-8, select two words or phrases that show their new home is remote.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 9-17In your own words, explain how the writer feels about her new home.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: Moving to the Boat HouseFrom lines 2-8, select two words or phrases that show their new home is remote.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 9-17In your own words, explain how the writer feels about her new home.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________590550-390525Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses-171450151130Read the following passage carefully.The writer shares her childhood memories of moving to a remote house beside a river near the town of Laugharne, in Wales, with her mother and father. Her father is Dylan Thomas, a famous poet.Moving to the Boat House1We were met at the station by Billy Williams. My father, Dylan, my mother, Caitlin, and I piled2in to his family taxi with our suitcases and belongings. The taxi took us to the path that led to 3the Boat House. At the top of the path, by an old iron gate, a clump of daises radiated their4whiteness and, although we were driving past, time seemed to stop. The pathway was too 5narrow for a car so we carried our bags over the uneven surface while we looked over the 6low cliff wall at the sand and the water beyond. The overhanging bushes and hanging plants7clung to the cliff-face like flags waving a greeting. We walked, laden with bags and books, 8along the last stretch of the path to our new home, called the Boat House.9It looked heavenly: a place to explore, to run around, where we would be living forever. It10had balconies, stepped gardens, a large boat shed and a wall protecting us from the wilds11of the friendly estuary beyond. We had fallen upon paradise. As we were settling in, my12father wrote to Margaret Taylor, who had arranged for the place, that, “this is it; the place,13the house, the workroom, the time,” and that he could never thank her enough. “I shall 14write in this water and tree room on the cliff, every word will be my thanks to you…” 15In my memory it hardly ever rained that season. From the balcony that ran around the 16cottage Like a midriff, on two sides of the house, I looked at the river and beyond the17view of Laugharne. There was sun on the water.00Read the following passage carefully.The writer shares her childhood memories of moving to a remote house beside a river near the town of Laugharne, in Wales, with her mother and father. Her father is Dylan Thomas, a famous poet.Moving to the Boat House1We were met at the station by Billy Williams. My father, Dylan, my mother, Caitlin, and I piled2in to his family taxi with our suitcases and belongings. The taxi took us to the path that led to 3the Boat House. At the top of the path, by an old iron gate, a clump of daises radiated their4whiteness and, although we were driving past, time seemed to stop. The pathway was too 5narrow for a car so we carried our bags over the uneven surface while we looked over the 6low cliff wall at the sand and the water beyond. The overhanging bushes and hanging plants7clung to the cliff-face like flags waving a greeting. We walked, laden with bags and books, 8along the last stretch of the path to our new home, called the Boat House.9It looked heavenly: a place to explore, to run around, where we would be living forever. It10had balconies, stepped gardens, a large boat shed and a wall protecting us from the wilds11of the friendly estuary beyond. We had fallen upon paradise. As we were settling in, my12father wrote to Margaret Taylor, who had arranged for the place, that, “this is it; the place,13the house, the workroom, the time,” and that he could never thank her enough. “I shall 14write in this water and tree room on the cliff, every word will be my thanks to you…” 15In my memory it hardly ever rained that season. From the balcony that ran around the 16cottage Like a midriff, on two sides of the house, I looked at the river and beyond the17view of Laugharne. There was sun on the water.5372100-240665Text One: Why did Daddy always have to be late?From lines 2-8, select two words or phrases that show the water melons were difficult to clear away.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 14.21In your own words, explain what difficulties the family faced as they travelled to the airport.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: Why did Daddy always have to be late?From lines 2-8, select two words or phrases that show the water melons were difficult to clear away.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 14.21In your own words, explain what difficulties the family faced as they travelled to the airport.____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________485775-314325Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses-95250304800Read the following passage carefully.The writer, Ashley, is a young girl living in Iran. Her father is driving Ashley and her brother, Cameron, to pick up their mother at Tehran airport. Their journey begins on a dangerous mountain road.Why did Daddy always have to be late?1“Get a move on, you donkeys!” my father yelled, leaning on the car’s horn.2All over the road lay watermelons that had fallen out of the back of a van. The driver struggled3to gather them up as the sound of horns grew louder. Behind us, I could see cars and trucks4strung like colourful beads around the mountain. Realising it was futile, the driver stuck his 5head in the window of each car, urging us to take some of the melons. Cameron and I 6scampered out and each lugged one back. People stopped to stretch and gossip as they 7picked up their melons, laughing and joking, glad to take a break from driving.8But my father screamed from the window and waved his fist. “Let’s go!”910With a scowl, the driver hurled the remaining melons down the slope where they burst in 11a ragged explosion of scarlet. Cameron and I were happy because we both had a melon12rolling around under our feet, and after weeks of not knowing when or if we would see13our mother again, we were on our way to pick her up at the airport. 14My father wrestled our old grey Rover car around one hairpin bend after another, trying to15make up for lost time. Even without the delay of the melons we were hard pressed. We 16were on the dangerous Chaloos road, making our way to the airport at Tehran. Cameron 17and I counted the lorry skeletons and car carcasses that littered the slopes. After a while18we rolled up the windows. It had grown chilly once the fiery sun plummeted behind the 19peaks. Cameron fell asleep and I chattered away, terrified my father would go too fast20and get us killed. He hardly braked at each blind corner.21As usual, my father had left too late.00Read the following passage carefully.The writer, Ashley, is a young girl living in Iran. Her father is driving Ashley and her brother, Cameron, to pick up their mother at Tehran airport. Their journey begins on a dangerous mountain road.Why did Daddy always have to be late?1“Get a move on, you donkeys!” my father yelled, leaning on the car’s horn.2All over the road lay watermelons that had fallen out of the back of a van. The driver struggled3to gather them up as the sound of horns grew louder. Behind us, I could see cars and trucks4strung like colourful beads around the mountain. Realising it was futile, the driver stuck his 5head in the window of each car, urging us to take some of the melons. Cameron and I 6scampered out and each lugged one back. People stopped to stretch and gossip as they 7picked up their melons, laughing and joking, glad to take a break from driving.8But my father screamed from the window and waved his fist. “Let’s go!”910With a scowl, the driver hurled the remaining melons down the slope where they burst in 11a ragged explosion of scarlet. Cameron and I were happy because we both had a melon12rolling around under our feet, and after weeks of not knowing when or if we would see13our mother again, we were on our way to pick her up at the airport. 14My father wrestled our old grey Rover car around one hairpin bend after another, trying to15make up for lost time. Even without the delay of the melons we were hard pressed. We 16were on the dangerous Chaloos road, making our way to the airport at Tehran. Cameron 17and I counted the lorry skeletons and car carcasses that littered the slopes. After a while18we rolled up the windows. It had grown chilly once the fiery sun plummeted behind the 19peaks. Cameron fell asleep and I chattered away, terrified my father would go too fast20and get us killed. He hardly braked at each blind corner.21As usual, my father had left too late.485775-371475Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses5362575-231140Text One: Running AwayFrom lines 2-6, select two words or phrases that show the narrator is afraid.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 9-22In your own words, explain why the narrator thinks the lion is a powerful creature. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: Running AwayFrom lines 2-6, select two words or phrases that show the narrator is afraid.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 9-22In your own words, explain why the narrator thinks the lion is a powerful creature. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________-114300200660Read the following passage carefully.Waris is a young girl, living with her family in the desert in Somalia, in Africa. She decides to run away because her father arranges a marriage for her with a very old man.Running Away1A slight sound awoke me, and when I opened my eyes, I was staring into the face of a 2lion. Riveted awake, my eyes stretched wide – very wide – as if to expand enough to 3contain the animal in front of me. I tried to stand up, but I hadn’t eaten for several days,4so my weak legs wobbled and folded beneath me. Collapsing, I slumped back against5the tree where I had been resting, sheltered from the African desert sun that becomes so 6merciless at noon. I quietly leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and felt the rough bark7of the tree pressing into my skull. The lion was so near I could smell his musty scent in the8hot air. I spoke to God: “It’s the end for me, my God. Please take me now.”9My long journey across the desert had come to an end. I had no protection, no weapon.10Nor the strength to run. I knew I couldn’t beat the lion up the tree, because with their11strong claws, lions are excellent climbers. By the time I got half way up – BOOM – one 12swipe and I’d be gone. Without any fear, I opened my eyes again and said to the lion,13“Come and get me. I’m ready for you.”14He was a beautiful male with a mane of golden hair and a long tail switching back and 15forth to flick the flies away. He was five or six years old, young and healthy. I knew he 16could crush me instantly; he was the king. All my life I’d watched those paws take down 17wildebeest and zebras weighing hundreds of pounds more than me. 1819The lion stared at me and slowly blinked his honey-coloured eyes. My brown eyes stared 20back, locked on his, “Go on. Take me now.” He looked at me again, then looked away. He 21licked his lips and sat down on his haunches. Then the lion rose and paced back and 22forth in front of me elegantly. Finally, he turned…00Read the following passage carefully.Waris is a young girl, living with her family in the desert in Somalia, in Africa. She decides to run away because her father arranges a marriage for her with a very old man.Running Away1A slight sound awoke me, and when I opened my eyes, I was staring into the face of a 2lion. Riveted awake, my eyes stretched wide – very wide – as if to expand enough to 3contain the animal in front of me. I tried to stand up, but I hadn’t eaten for several days,4so my weak legs wobbled and folded beneath me. Collapsing, I slumped back against5the tree where I had been resting, sheltered from the African desert sun that becomes so 6merciless at noon. I quietly leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and felt the rough bark7of the tree pressing into my skull. The lion was so near I could smell his musty scent in the8hot air. I spoke to God: “It’s the end for me, my God. Please take me now.”9My long journey across the desert had come to an end. I had no protection, no weapon.10Nor the strength to run. I knew I couldn’t beat the lion up the tree, because with their11strong claws, lions are excellent climbers. By the time I got half way up – BOOM – one 12swipe and I’d be gone. Without any fear, I opened my eyes again and said to the lion,13“Come and get me. I’m ready for you.”14He was a beautiful male with a mane of golden hair and a long tail switching back and 15forth to flick the flies away. He was five or six years old, young and healthy. I knew he 16could crush me instantly; he was the king. All my life I’d watched those paws take down 17wildebeest and zebras weighing hundreds of pounds more than me. 1819The lion stared at me and slowly blinked his honey-coloured eyes. My brown eyes stared 20back, locked on his, “Go on. Take me now.” He looked at me again, then looked away. He 21licked his lips and sat down on his haunches. Then the lion rose and paced back and 22forth in front of me elegantly. Finally, he turned…485775-371475Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses5362575-231140Text One: Ice Swimming in TromsoFrom lines 10-13, select two words or phrases that show the situation the men are in, is dangerous.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 8-27.In your own words, explain how the writer feels in the build up to Ice Swimming. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: Ice Swimming in TromsoFrom lines 10-13, select two words or phrases that show the situation the men are in, is dangerous.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 8-27.In your own words, explain how the writer feels in the build up to Ice Swimming. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________-104775228600Read the following passage carefully.In this passage, the writer describes an experience he had in Tromso, north of the Arctic Circle.Ice Swimming in Tromso1By the time we’ve found the right beach, the fire is already lit and it’s burning beautifully.2There’s no clubhouse, as it turns out, just a circle of stones on the beach with this glorious 3blaze in the middle and gathered around it are a small group of hearty Tromso Ice Swimmers.4There were two men and two women, all in late middle age, all in enviably good condition to 5be honest (is this down to the Ice Swimming?), and all hilarious. ‘Welcome!’ they shout 6mirthfully.7I feel like our son Rex looks before he’s got an important line in a school assembly: all 8puffy-faced and grey (he’s a pupil not a headmaster). I do quite a lot of laughing rather 9too loudly. Then, suddenly all of the things that have stood between me and the Ice 10Swimming (the morning, the journey here, the walk to the beach, the banter) seem to 11have disappeared with shocking speed. Gone, all gone, and now the moment is cruelly12upon us. The professional Ice Swimmers have all come in their swimwear under their 13outer clothes (which bear impressive national credential like ‘Norwegian Ice Swimming 14Team 2012’), so they are all ready in seconds, but I have to change right here on the snowy 15beach.16‘What do I stand on while I’m getting ready?’ I ask poignantly (does it really matter? I’m 17going Ice Swimming, after all). Someone takes pity on me and produces a small square18of neoprene that is actually a godsend; there is just room to perch on one foot at a time19while I hop out of trousers, thermals, socks etc. Then I’m ready. If I’m going to do this, 20them ‘twere well it were done quickly.21We move heartily towards the waterline like an infantry regiment gathering below the 22lip of a trench. Strangely, being almost naked in that temperature (-4°C) already feels23like quite a commitment to the world of cold, so what comes next seems to follow on 24uninhibitedly. The water is -1°C, (‘Look, minus one!’ shouts one of the swimmers, who’s25dutifully brought his water thermometer with him.) There’s nothing for it but to push on26and hope to be home by Christmas. I don’t think anyone blows a whistle, but it wouldn’t27be entirely out of place if they did.00Read the following passage carefully.In this passage, the writer describes an experience he had in Tromso, north of the Arctic Circle.Ice Swimming in Tromso1By the time we’ve found the right beach, the fire is already lit and it’s burning beautifully.2There’s no clubhouse, as it turns out, just a circle of stones on the beach with this glorious 3blaze in the middle and gathered around it are a small group of hearty Tromso Ice Swimmers.4There were two men and two women, all in late middle age, all in enviably good condition to 5be honest (is this down to the Ice Swimming?), and all hilarious. ‘Welcome!’ they shout 6mirthfully.7I feel like our son Rex looks before he’s got an important line in a school assembly: all 8puffy-faced and grey (he’s a pupil not a headmaster). I do quite a lot of laughing rather 9too loudly. Then, suddenly all of the things that have stood between me and the Ice 10Swimming (the morning, the journey here, the walk to the beach, the banter) seem to 11have disappeared with shocking speed. Gone, all gone, and now the moment is cruelly12upon us. The professional Ice Swimmers have all come in their swimwear under their 13outer clothes (which bear impressive national credential like ‘Norwegian Ice Swimming 14Team 2012’), so they are all ready in seconds, but I have to change right here on the snowy 15beach.16‘What do I stand on while I’m getting ready?’ I ask poignantly (does it really matter? I’m 17going Ice Swimming, after all). Someone takes pity on me and produces a small square18of neoprene that is actually a godsend; there is just room to perch on one foot at a time19while I hop out of trousers, thermals, socks etc. Then I’m ready. If I’m going to do this, 20them ‘twere well it were done quickly.21We move heartily towards the waterline like an infantry regiment gathering below the 22lip of a trench. Strangely, being almost naked in that temperature (-4°C) already feels23like quite a commitment to the world of cold, so what comes next seems to follow on 24uninhibitedly. The water is -1°C, (‘Look, minus one!’ shouts one of the swimmers, who’s25dutifully brought his water thermometer with him.) There’s nothing for it but to push on26and hope to be home by Christmas. I don’t think anyone blows a whistle, but it wouldn’t27be entirely out of place if they did.5362575-231140Text One: What Happened to Mallory and Irvine?From lines 10-13, select two words or phrases that show the situation the men are in, is dangerous.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 14-22.In your own words, explain the importance of this expedition to the men. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: What Happened to Mallory and Irvine?From lines 10-13, select two words or phrases that show the situation the men are in, is dangerous.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 14-22.In your own words, explain the importance of this expedition to the men. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________666750-331470Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses-104775304800Read the following passage carefully.Mallory and Irvine were mountaineers who died whilst climbing Mount Everest. For a long time their bodies were never found and what had happened to them remained a mystery for many years.What Happened to Mallory and Irvine?1On 6th June 1924, George Mallory and Andrew Irvine attempted to make history by2Setting out to reach the summit of Everest and be the first men ever to stand on the peak3Of the world’s highest mountain. When last seen they seemed to be within 800 feet of the 4Summit. They were never seen again. Their story is one of the great romantic tragedies of 5Everest. But what really happened in the cold, thin air at 28,000 feet?6For three-quarters of a century, this is all that has been known with any certainty.7Just after dawn on the morning of June 6th 1924, Mallory and Irvine crawled out of their 8simple canvas tent on a wind-ravaged saddle of snow, ice and rock and took the first 9steps in what would become a climb into history.10The men said little to each other. There was little need. They knew the situation was 11critical. They were running out of supplies and support. In a matter of days, perhaps even12hours, the monsoon would sweep up from the south and bury the mountain under wave13upon wave of snow.14Now on, this promising June morning, Mallory and Irvine struggled into their primitive, 15unreliable, and brutally heavy oxygen equipment. Irvine, a strapping young man only 16twenty-two years old, stands calmly with his hands in his pockets, his head twisted slightly17as he watches Mallory fuss with his oxygen mask. Mallory, while certainly the finest 18mountaineer of his day, is, at the age of thirty-eight, getting “a bit long in the tooth” for these19expeditions. Yet he is driven, almost to the point of obsession, by this mountain and is20determined to conquer it. If he fusses with the oxygen device, it is understandable; everything21must be perfect. They have run out of chances. If they are to become the first human beings22to reach the highest point on earth, they must succeed in this attempt. It is do or die.00Read the following passage carefully.Mallory and Irvine were mountaineers who died whilst climbing Mount Everest. For a long time their bodies were never found and what had happened to them remained a mystery for many years.What Happened to Mallory and Irvine?1On 6th June 1924, George Mallory and Andrew Irvine attempted to make history by2Setting out to reach the summit of Everest and be the first men ever to stand on the peak3Of the world’s highest mountain. When last seen they seemed to be within 800 feet of the 4Summit. They were never seen again. Their story is one of the great romantic tragedies of 5Everest. But what really happened in the cold, thin air at 28,000 feet?6For three-quarters of a century, this is all that has been known with any certainty.7Just after dawn on the morning of June 6th 1924, Mallory and Irvine crawled out of their 8simple canvas tent on a wind-ravaged saddle of snow, ice and rock and took the first 9steps in what would become a climb into history.10The men said little to each other. There was little need. They knew the situation was 11critical. They were running out of supplies and support. In a matter of days, perhaps even12hours, the monsoon would sweep up from the south and bury the mountain under wave13upon wave of snow.14Now on, this promising June morning, Mallory and Irvine struggled into their primitive, 15unreliable, and brutally heavy oxygen equipment. Irvine, a strapping young man only 16twenty-two years old, stands calmly with his hands in his pockets, his head twisted slightly17as he watches Mallory fuss with his oxygen mask. Mallory, while certainly the finest 18mountaineer of his day, is, at the age of thirty-eight, getting “a bit long in the tooth” for these19expeditions. Yet he is driven, almost to the point of obsession, by this mountain and is20determined to conquer it. If he fusses with the oxygen device, it is understandable; everything21must be perfect. They have run out of chances. If they are to become the first human beings22to reach the highest point on earth, they must succeed in this attempt. It is do or die.666750-264795Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses5362575-250190Text One: Blizzard!From lines 3-7, select two words or phrases that show how the family try to keep warm.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 12-19.In your own words, explain the effect of the snow storm. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: Blizzard!From lines 3-7, select two words or phrases that show how the family try to keep warm.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 12-19.In your own words, explain the effect of the snow storm. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________-104775105410Read the following passage carefully.As a child the writer lived with his mother, named Jenny, and Alexander his brother, on an isolated hilltop sheep farm. In this passage he describes a dramatic snow storm.Blizzard!1That evening Jenny turned away from the radio and towards the supper she was making,2frowning. The forecast was not good. We ate, played and built one of our great fires. We 3filled the grate with branches over crumpled newspaper and twigs, lit it, and basked in 4the heat of a roaring fire, which sent sparks popping and swirling up the chimney and 5flung ruddy light into the cold sitting room. We perched as close to it as we could, until6our clothes were almost too hot to touch and our clammy backs felt feverish, as though 7they too were glowing red. The crackling branches spat sparks on to the rug, and we 8stamped them out, barely noticing the little black holes that remained. When the blaze9had burned down to its embers we went to bed and the next day the storm arrived. 10As Alexander and I retreated to the living room, arming ourselves with toy guns, Jenny11set out to feed the sheep.12Snow was already drifting in the lanes, forming waves against every wall, hedge and 13bank. The world was changing shape. The cold soon drained the strength out of Jenny’s14arms and legs, but she did what she could, dragging out bales of hay. The wind spun15armfuls of hay away into the white, swirling it off like so much dust. She made it as far16as the Lower Meadows, ducking lower and lower under the blizzard. Peering about her 17she realized she was nearly lost, in a field she knew well. She turned back. Icicles were 18forming in her hair where it escaped from under her hat. She staggered on, going slower19as the freezing air plucked the strength out of her.00Read the following passage carefully.As a child the writer lived with his mother, named Jenny, and Alexander his brother, on an isolated hilltop sheep farm. In this passage he describes a dramatic snow storm.Blizzard!1That evening Jenny turned away from the radio and towards the supper she was making,2frowning. The forecast was not good. We ate, played and built one of our great fires. We 3filled the grate with branches over crumpled newspaper and twigs, lit it, and basked in 4the heat of a roaring fire, which sent sparks popping and swirling up the chimney and 5flung ruddy light into the cold sitting room. We perched as close to it as we could, until6our clothes were almost too hot to touch and our clammy backs felt feverish, as though 7they too were glowing red. The crackling branches spat sparks on to the rug, and we 8stamped them out, barely noticing the little black holes that remained. When the blaze9had burned down to its embers we went to bed and the next day the storm arrived. 10As Alexander and I retreated to the living room, arming ourselves with toy guns, Jenny11set out to feed the sheep.12Snow was already drifting in the lanes, forming waves against every wall, hedge and 13bank. The world was changing shape. The cold soon drained the strength out of Jenny’s14arms and legs, but she did what she could, dragging out bales of hay. The wind spun15armfuls of hay away into the white, swirling it off like so much dust. She made it as far16as the Lower Meadows, ducking lower and lower under the blizzard. Peering about her 17she realized she was nearly lost, in a field she knew well. She turned back. Icicles were 18forming in her hair where it escaped from under her hat. She staggered on, going slower19as the freezing air plucked the strength out of her.5372100-259715Text One: A Visit to the DocksFrom lines 2-5, select two words or phrases that show that the writer is intimidated by the men.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 17-27.In your own words, explain why the writer finds the horse so impressive. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: A Visit to the DocksFrom lines 2-5, select two words or phrases that show that the writer is intimidated by the men.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 17-27.In your own words, explain why the writer finds the horse so impressive. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________466725-379095Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses-114300257175Read the following passage carefully.As a small boy, the writer went to the docks with his friend Robert.A Visit to the Docks1I found myself in a great shed big enough to swallow up half a dozen of the houses from the 2street I lived in. The place was full of men and only a few kids. There was an air of 3viciousness about them like dogs waiting to attack. I was dreading having to walk past them,4but my school chum strode past like he owned the place. Sheepishly I followed. Everyone5seemed to be shouting or laughing in a loud way. Boxes were banged about, handcarts6collided as their owners cursed and threatened one another. One carter in a hurry to 7pass us called out, “Are you two frozen or what? Move, come on!” The violence of this8command petrified me, but McCartney was having none of it. “Move yourself, you old9fool!” I was stunned. I had never heard such brazen bravado in my friend before. At school10he was quiet and shy: here he was altogether a different creature. The little boy who sat11beside me at school was suddenly ten feet tall, growling and snarling back at anyone 12who gave us offence.13“See that big brown horse there – that was my granda’s when it was a foal,” Robert said.14The brown horse looked nothing like a horse to me. More like a status of a horse. It was 15immense. We both walked over to the great beast. “You stay here while I go off and get 16you a stick,” my pal ordered.17The massive beast held me hypnotized. It was everything a horse shouldn’t be. It was18bulky and still. The big black collar around its neck must have weighed more than I did.19Its eye was as big as a cricket ball and its coarse eyelashes looked like the bristles on a 20yard brush. The size of its head stunned me. I thought it was three times the size of any21horse I had ever seen. I could only imagine the weight of it and gasp. The animal’s big 22black eyeball never moved. The whole attitude of the creature suggested that it had long23tired of the world and had concluded that mankind was a confused species which spent24all its time and energy making as much noise and fuss as was possible for no reason.25I approached, full of nervous awe. It shifted its weight from one huge foot to another;26Amidst all the competing bustle and noise trapped inside the shed the movement 27appeared elegant and graceful for a creature of such tonnage.00Read the following passage carefully.As a small boy, the writer went to the docks with his friend Robert.A Visit to the Docks1I found myself in a great shed big enough to swallow up half a dozen of the houses from the 2street I lived in. The place was full of men and only a few kids. There was an air of 3viciousness about them like dogs waiting to attack. I was dreading having to walk past them,4but my school chum strode past like he owned the place. Sheepishly I followed. Everyone5seemed to be shouting or laughing in a loud way. Boxes were banged about, handcarts6collided as their owners cursed and threatened one another. One carter in a hurry to 7pass us called out, “Are you two frozen or what? Move, come on!” The violence of this8command petrified me, but McCartney was having none of it. “Move yourself, you old9fool!” I was stunned. I had never heard such brazen bravado in my friend before. At school10he was quiet and shy: here he was altogether a different creature. The little boy who sat11beside me at school was suddenly ten feet tall, growling and snarling back at anyone 12who gave us offence.13“See that big brown horse there – that was my granda’s when it was a foal,” Robert said.14The brown horse looked nothing like a horse to me. More like a status of a horse. It was 15immense. We both walked over to the great beast. “You stay here while I go off and get 16you a stick,” my pal ordered.17The massive beast held me hypnotized. It was everything a horse shouldn’t be. It was18bulky and still. The big black collar around its neck must have weighed more than I did.19Its eye was as big as a cricket ball and its coarse eyelashes looked like the bristles on a 20yard brush. The size of its head stunned me. I thought it was three times the size of any21horse I had ever seen. I could only imagine the weight of it and gasp. The animal’s big 22black eyeball never moved. The whole attitude of the creature suggested that it had long23tired of the world and had concluded that mankind was a confused species which spent24all its time and energy making as much noise and fuss as was possible for no reason.25I approached, full of nervous awe. It shifted its weight from one huge foot to another;26Amidst all the competing bustle and noise trapped inside the shed the movement 27appeared elegant and graceful for a creature of such tonnage.466725-302895Paper 1 – Do it nowShort responsesPaper 1 – Do it nowShort responses5372100-297815Text One: Istanbul – City of DreamsFrom lines 1-4, select two words or phrases that show that the writer’s arrival in Istanbul was disappointing.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 13-21.In your own words, explain what we learn about the writer’s hotel room. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________00Text One: Istanbul – City of DreamsFrom lines 1-4, select two words or phrases that show that the writer’s arrival in Istanbul was disappointing.1:________________________________________________2:________________________________________________Look again at lines 13-21.In your own words, explain what we learn about the writer’s hotel room. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________-11430076835Read the following passage carefully.The writer, with his partner Wanda, is driving across Europe. They have arranged to meet their friend Hugh in order to go on an adventure together.Istanbul – City of Dreams1I arrived with Wanda in Istanbul. As we drove along the last long stretch of road, the Sea 2of Marmara appeared before us, green and windswept, deserted except for a solitary 3boat. Our spirits rose at the thought of seeing Istanbul when the sun was setting, but 4when we reached the outskirts it was already quite dark. We had planned to enter the 5city by the Golden Gate, for it sounded romantic and appropriate and we had been 6looking forward to it all the way across Europe, not knowing that for several hundred 7years the gate had been sealed up. Instead we found ourselves on an interminable8bypass lined with luminous advertisements for banks and razor blades. It was a fitting 9end to an uncomfortable journey.10We let the car in the courtyard of the old Embassy and changed our money with one11of the gatekeepers. We asked him where we should stay.12‘Star Hotel, clean hotel, cheap hotel, good hotel, hotel of my brother.’ ****13‘Room with bed for two,’ said the proprietor, flinging open a door at the extreme end.14It was a nightmare room, the room of a drug fiend or a miscreant or perhaps both.15It was illuminated by a forty-watt bulb and looked out on a black wall with something16slimy growing on it. The bed was a fearful thing, almost perfectly concave. Underneath17it was a pair of old boots. The sheets were almost clean but on them there was the 18unmistakable imprint of a human form and they were still warm. In the corner there19was a washbasin with one long red hair in it and a tap which leaked. Somewhere nearby 20a fun-fair was testing its apparatus, warming up for a night of revelry. The smell of the 21room was the same as the corridor outside with some indefinable additions.00Read the following passage carefully.The writer, with his partner Wanda, is driving across Europe. They have arranged to meet their friend Hugh in order to go on an adventure together.Istanbul – City of Dreams1I arrived with Wanda in Istanbul. As we drove along the last long stretch of road, the Sea 2of Marmara appeared before us, green and windswept, deserted except for a solitary 3boat. Our spirits rose at the thought of seeing Istanbul when the sun was setting, but 4when we reached the outskirts it was already quite dark. We had planned to enter the 5city by the Golden Gate, for it sounded romantic and appropriate and we had been 6looking forward to it all the way across Europe, not knowing that for several hundred 7years the gate had been sealed up. Instead we found ourselves on an interminable8bypass lined with luminous advertisements for banks and razor blades. It was a fitting 9end to an uncomfortable journey.10We let the car in the courtyard of the old Embassy and changed our money with one11of the gatekeepers. We asked him where we should stay.12‘Star Hotel, clean hotel, cheap hotel, good hotel, hotel of my brother.’ ****13‘Room with bed for two,’ said the proprietor, flinging open a door at the extreme end.14It was a nightmare room, the room of a drug fiend or a miscreant or perhaps both.15It was illuminated by a forty-watt bulb and looked out on a black wall with something16slimy growing on it. The bed was a fearful thing, almost perfectly concave. Underneath17it was a pair of old boots. The sheets were almost clean but on them there was the 18unmistakable imprint of a human form and they were still warm. In the corner there19was a washbasin with one long red hair in it and a tap which leaked. Somewhere nearby 20a fun-fair was testing its apparatus, warming up for a night of revelry. The smell of the 21room was the same as the corridor outside with some indefinable additions. ................
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