Language Paper 1 Booklet
Language Paper 1 Booklet
Language Paper 1 Booklet
BOOKLET
AQA GCSE English Language Paper 1: Extracts
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Extract from ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee.
This is an American novel set in 1933. The novel goes on to explore racial prejudice
and the efficacy of the American justice system. However, this extract is from the
opening of the novel.
Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy
weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse
sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a
summer’s day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering
5.shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the
morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall
were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.
People moved slowly then. They ambled across the square, shuffled in and
out of the stores around it, took their time about everything. A day was twenty-four
10.hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go,
nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of
Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people:
Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.
We lived on the main residential street in town – Atticus, Jem and I, plus
15.Calpurnia our cook. Jem and I found our father satisfactory: he played with us,
read to us, and treated us with courteous detachment.
Calpurnia was something else again. She was all angles and bones; she was
near-sighted; she squinted; her hand was wide as a bed slat and twice as hard. She
was always ordering me out of the kitchen, asking me why I couldn’t behave as well
20.as Jem when she knew he was older, and calling me home when I wasn’t ready to
come. Our battles were epic and one-sided. Calpurnia always won, mainly because
Atticus always took her side. She had been with us ever since Jem was born, and I
had felt her tyrannical presence as long as I could remember.
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An extract from ‘Heart of Darkness’ by Joseph Conrad
This novel was published in 1899. Marlow, the main character, sails a ship along the
Congo river in Africa. He is hoping to meet a famous ivory trader called Kurtz. At the
time, the King of Belgium – King Leopold – was colonising The Congo; enslaving the
people there and treating them with terrible brutality.
The lawyer – the best of the old fellows – had, because of his many years and many
virtues, the only cushion on the deck and was lying on the only rug. The accountant
had brought out already a box of dominoes and was toying architecturally with the
pieces.
5. Marlow sat cross-legged right aft, leaning against the mizzen mast. He had
sunken cheeks, a yellow complexion, a straight back, an ascetic aspect, and with
his arms dropped, the palms of the hands outwards, resembled an idol.
We exchanged a few words lazily. Afterwards, there was silence on board the
yacht. For some reason or other we did not begin that game of dominoes. We felt
10.meditative and fit for nothing but placid staring. The day was ending in a
serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically, the sky
without a speck was a benign immensity of unstained light, the very mist on the
Essex marshes was like a gaudy and radiant fabric hung from the wooded rises
inland and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds. Only the gloom to the west,
15.brooding over the upper reaches, became more sombre every minute as if
angered by the approach of the sun.
And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from
the glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to
go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over the
20.crowd of men on the ship.
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An extract from Chapter 3 of ‘The Mill on the Floss’ by George Elliot
This novel was first published in 1860. The author’s real name is Marian Evans; she
published the novel under a male name because of the misogyny of the time.
The gentleman in the ample white cravat and shirt-frill, taking his brandy and water
so pleasantly with his good friend Tulliver, is Mr Riley: a gentleman with a waxen
complexion and fat hands, rather highly educated for an auctioneer and appraiser,
but large-hearted enough to show a great deal of bonhommie towards simple
5.country acquaintances of hospitable habits. Mr Riley spoke of such
acquaintances kindly as ‘people of the old school’.
Their guest, Mr Riley, was turning over the leaves of Maggie’s current book
and she could make nothing of his face with its high-arched eyebrows; but he
presently looked at her and said, ‘Come and tell me something about this book; here
are some pictures – I want to know what they mean.’
15. Maggie with deepening colour went without hesitation to Mr Riley’s elbow and
looked over the book, eagerly seizing one corner while she said, ‘O, I’ll tell you what
that means. It’s a dreadful picture isn’t it? But I can’t help looking at it. That old
woman in the water’s a witch – they’ve put her in, to find out whether she’s a witch or
no, and if she swims she’s a witch, and if she’s drowned – and killed, you know –
20.she’s innocent, and not a witch, but only a poor silly old woman. And this man
here,’ Maggie pointed lower on the page, ‘is the devil. Isn’t he ugly?’
Mr Tulliver had listened to his daughter’s exposition with horror and petrified
wonder. ‘Why, what book is it the wench has got hold on?’ he burst out.
‘ “The History of the Devil” by Daniel Defoe; not quite the right book for a little
25.girl,’ said Mr Riley, frowning.
Maggie looked hurt and discouraged whilst her red-faced father cast about
for a response to his guest.
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An extract from Chapter 4 of ‘Oscar and Lucinda’ by Peter Carey
Written in 1988, the novel is set in the mid 1800s. It tells the story of Oscar Hopkins, the
Cornish son of a Plymouth Brethren minister who becomes an Anglican priest, and Lucinda
Leplastrier, a young Australian heiress who buys a glass factory. They meet on the ship over
to Australia, and discover that they are both addicted to gambling. Lucinda bets Oscar that
he cannot transport a glass church from Sydney to a remote settlement at Bellingen, some
400 km up the New South Wales coast. This bet changes both their lives forever. The
extract below relates an incident in Oscar’s childhood.
His son was long-necked and delicate. He was light, airy, made from the quills of a
bird. He was white and frail. He had a triangular face, a thin nose, archer’s-bow lips,
a fine pointed chin. The eyes were so clean and unprotected, like freshly peeled fruit.
It was a face that trusted you completely, made you light in the heart at the very
5.moment it placed on you the full weight of responsibility for its protection. It was
such an open face that you could thank God for its lack of guile at the very moment
you harboured anxieties for its safety in the world. Not even the red hair, the frizzy
nest which grew outwards, horizontal like a windblown tree in an Italianate painting,
this hair did not suggest anything as self-protective as ‘temper’.
He knew this even as he did it, even as he felt himself move like the wind
through the cabbage-damp kitchen, which was peopled with stiff and silent
mannequins. He saw Mrs Williams reaching for her rolling pin. He saw Fran Drabble
raise her hand to cover her open mouth. He knew, as he heard the remnants of the
15.nasty sweetmeat hiss upon the fire, that he should not have struck his son.
Theophilus saw the two blue marks he had made on his son’s neck. They
were made by the pincers of his own thumb and forefinger. He regretted the injury,
but what else could he have done? The boy had skin like his mother. In a surgery in
Pimlico, a Dr Hansen had dropped nitric acid on this skin from a 15ml pipette. Had
20.the boy in the waiting room heard her cry out? She had a tumour, and Hansen had
removed the growth like this, with drops of acid on her tender skin. She had died
anyway.
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An extract from Chapter 1 of ‘All Quiet on the Western Front’ by
Erich Maria Remarque
First published in 1928, this novel is based on Remarque’s own experiences as a
solder in the German Army in WW1.
Kantorek had been our schoolmaster, a stern little man in a grey tail-coat, with a
face like a shrew mouse. He was about the same size as Corporal Himmelstoss, the
“terror of Klosterberg.” It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often
brought on by small men. They are so much more energetic and uncompromising
5.than the big fellows. I have always taken good care to keep out of companies with
small section commanders.
During drill-time Kantorek gave us long lectures until the whole of our class
went, under his shepherding, to the District Commandant and volunteered. I can see
him now, as he used to glare at us through his spectacles and say in a moving voice:
10.“Won’t you join up, Comrades?”
There was, indeed, one of us who hesitated and did not want to fall into line.
That was Joseph Behm, a plump, homely fellow. But he did allow himself to be
persuaded, otherwise he would have been ostracized. And perhaps more of us
thought as he did, but no one could very well stand out, because at that time even
15.one’s parents were ready with the word “coward”; no one had the vaguest idea
what we were in for. The wisest were just the poor and simple people. They knew
the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have
been able to see more clearly what the consequences would be, were beside
themselves with joy.
20. Katczinsky said that was a result of their upbringing. It made them stupid.
And what Kat said, he had thought about.
Strange to say, Behm was one of the first to fall. He got hit in the eye during
an attack, and we left him lying for dead. We couldn’t bring him with us, because we
had to come back helter-skelter. In the afternoon, suddenly, we heard him call, and
25.saw him crawling about in No Man’s Land. He had only been knocked
unconscious. Because he could not see, and was mad with pain, he failed to keep
under cover, and so was shot down before anyone could go and fetch him in.
Naturally, we couldn’t blame Kantorek for this. Where would the world be if
one brought every man to book?
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An extract from Chapter 1 of ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis
Stevenson
Treasure Island is an adventure novel by Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson, narrating
a tale of "buccaneers and buried gold". It was originally serialized in the children's magazine
Young Folks between 1881 through 1882 under the title Treasure Island, or the mutiny of
the Hispaniola, credited to the pseudonym "Captain George North". It was first published as
a book on 14 November 1883.
Squire Trelawny, Dr Livesey, and the rest of the gentlemen having asked me to
write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the
end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because
there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17-, and go
5.back to the time when my father kept the “Admiral Benbow” inn, and the old
seaman, with the sabre cut, first took up his lodgings under our roof.
15. He sang in a high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and
broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a
handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass
of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a coinnoisseur,
lingering on the taste, and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our
20.signboard.
“This is a handy cove,” says he, at length, “and a pleasant situated grog-
shop. Much company, mate?”
My father told him no, very little company, and more was the pity.
“Well, then,” said he, “this is the berth for me. Here you, matey,” he cried to
25.the man who trundled the barrow. “Bring up alongside and help up my chest. I’ll
stay here a bit,” he continued. “I’m a plain man; rum and bacon and eggs is what I
want, and that head up there for to watch ships off. What you might call me? You
might call me captain. Oh, I see what you’re at – there”; and he threw down three or
four gold pieces on the threshold. “You can tell me when I’ve worked through that,”
30.says he, looking as fierce as a commander.
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And, indeed, bad as his clothes were, and coarsely as he spoke, he had
none of the appearance of a man who sailed before the mast; but seemed like a
mate or a skipper, accustomed to be obeyed or to strike. The man who came with
the barrow told us the mail coach had set him down the morning before at the “Royal
35.George”; that he had inquired what inns were along the coast, and hearing ours
well spoken of, I suppose, and described as lonely, had chosen it from the others for
his place of residence. And that was all we could learn of our guest.
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An extract from ‘Wide Sargasso Sea’ by Jean Rhys
This novel was first published in 1966; in it, the author imagines the life of the first
Mrs Rochester – a mysterious character in ‘Jane Eyre’ by Charlotte Bronte (1847). In
‘Jane Eyre’ Mrs Rochester has been imprisoned in an attic by her husband; he
presence in England is a closely guarded secret. In ‘Wide Sargasso Sea’ Jean Rhys
constructs Mrs Rochester’s childhood in her native Jamaica and the events that lead
up to her meeting her husband.
The dining-room was brilliantly lit. Candles were on the table, a row on the
sideboard, three-branch candlesticks on the old sea-chest. The two doors on to the
veranda stood open but there was no wind. The flames burned straight. Ghostly
shadows illuminated curling, faintly bronze patterns on the wall paper. It had a
5.floral pattern, but leering smiles seemed to emerge from flourishes in the foliage
on it. There was a sturdy but slightly threadbare chaise-longue against one wall.
She was sitting on the sofa and I wondered why I had never realised how beautiful
she was. Her hair was combed away from her face and fell smoothly far below her
waist. I could see the red and gold lights in it. She seemed pleased when I
10.complimented her on her dress and told me she had it made in St Pierre,
Martinique. ‘They call this fashion a la Josephine.’
There were trailing pink flowers on the table and the name of them echoed
pleasantly in my head. Coralita Coralita. The food, though too highly seasoned, was
lighter and more appetizing than anything I had tasted in Jamaica. We drank
15.champagne. A great many moths and beetles found their way into the room, flew
into the candles and fell dead on the tablecloth. Amelie swept them up with a crumb
brush. Uselessly – more moths and beetles came.
The long veranda was furnished with canvas chairs, two hammocks, and a
wooden table on which stood a tripod telescope. Amelie brought out candles with
20.glass shades, but the night swallowed up the feeble light. There was a very strong
scent of flowers – the flowers by the river that open at night, she told me. The noise
– subdued in the inner room – was deafening. ‘Crac-cracs,’ she explained, ‘ they
make a sound like their name, and crickets and frogs.’
I leaned on the railing and saw hundreds of fireflies – ‘Ah yes, fireflies in
25.Jamaica, here they call a firefly La belle.’
A large moth, so large that I thought it was a bird, blundered into one of the
candles, put it out and fell to the floor. ‘He’s a big fellow,’ I said.
30. I took the beautiful creature up in my handkerchief and put it on the railing.
For a moment it was still and by the dim candlelight I could see the soft brilliant
colours, the intricate pattern on the wings. I shook the handkerchief gently and it
flew away.
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An extract from Chapter 1 of ‘Wise Blood’ by Flannery O’Connor
Published in 1952, ‘Wise Blood’ is the story of Hazel Motes who, released from the
armed services, returns to the evangelical Deep South. There he begins a private
battle against the religiosity of the community, and in particular against Asa Hawkes,
the ‘blind’ preacher, and his degenerate fifteen-year-old daughter.
The train was racing through tree tops that fell away at intervals and showed the
sun standing, very red, on the edge of the farthest woods. Nearer, the plowed fields
curved and faded and the few hogs nosing in the furrows looked like large spotted
stones. Mrs Walter Bee Hitchcock, who was facing Motes in the section, said that
5.she thought the early evening like this was the prettiest time of the day and she
asked him if he didn’t think so too. She was a fat woman with pink collars and cuffs
and pear-shaped legs that slanted off the train seat and didn’t reach the floor.
He looked at her a second and, without answering, leaned forward and stared
down the length of the car1 again. She turned to see what as back there but all she
10.saw was a child peering around one of the sections and, further up at the end of
the car, the porter opening the closet where the sheets were kept.
‘I guess you’re going home,’ she said, turning back to him again. He didn’t
look, to her, much over twenty, but he had a stiff black broad-brimmed hat on his lap,
a hat that an elderly country preacher would wear. His suit was a glaring blue and
15.the price tag was still stapled on the sleeve of it.
He didn’t answer her or move his eyes from whatever he was looking at. The
sack at his feet was an army duffel bag and she decided that he had been in the
army and had been released and that now he was going home. She wanted to get
close enough to see what the suit had cost him bit she found herself squinting
20.instead at his eyes, trying almost to look into them. They were the colour of pecan
shells and set in deep sockets. The outline of the skull under his skin was plain and
insistent.
She felt irked and wrenched her attention loose and squinted at the price
tag. The suit had cost him $11.98. She felt that placed him and looked at his face
25.again as if she were fortified against it now. He had a nose like a shrike’s bill
and a long vertical crease on either side of his mouth; his hair looked as if it had
been permanently flattened under the heavy hat, but his eyes were what held her
attention longest. Their settings were so deep that they seemed, to her, almost like
passages leading somewhere and she leaned halfway across the space that
30.separated the two seats, trying to see into them. He turned toward the window
suddenly and then almost as quickly turned back again to where his stare had been
fixed.
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Train carriages are sometimes referred to as ‘cars’.
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An extract from ‘Dracula’ by Bram Stoker.
This extract is taken from chapter one. This novel was published in 1897, and is set
in the 1890s. The extract below is set in Transylvania.
When I got on the coach the driver had not taken his seat, and I saw him talking with
the landlady. They were evidently talking of me, for every now and then they looked
at me, and some of the people sitting on the bench outside the door – which they call
by a name meaning “word-bearer” – came and listened, and then looked at me, most
5.of them pityingly. I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words, for there
were many nationalities in the crowd; so I quietly got my polyglot dictionary from my
bag and looked them out. I must say they were not cheering to me, for amongst
them were “Ordog” – Satan, “pokol” – hell, “stregoica” – witch, “vrolok” and “vlkoslak”
– both of which mean the same thing, one being Slovak and the other Servian for
10.something that is either werewolf or vampire. (Mem., I must ask the Count about
these superstitions.)
I soon lost sight and recollection of ghostly fears in the beauty of the scene as
we drove along, although had I known the language, or rather languages, which my
fellow-passengers were speaking, I might not have been able to throw them off so
15.easily. Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods, with here and
there steep hills, crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses, the blank gable
end to the road. There was everywhere a bewildering mass of fruit blossom –
apple, plum, pear, cherry; and as we drove by I could see the green grass under the
trees spangled with the fallen petals.
20. In and out amongst these green hills of what they call here the ‘Mittle Land’
ran the road, losing itself as it swept round the grassy curve, or was shut out by the
straggling ends of pine woods, which here and there ran down the hillsides like
tongues of flame. The road was rugged, but still we seemed to fly over it with a
feverish haste. I could not understand then what the haste meant, but the driver
25.was evidently bent on losing no time in reaching Borgo Prund.
As we wound our endless way, and the sun sank lower and lower behind us,
the shadows of the evening began to creep round us. This was emphasised by the
fact that the snowy mountain-top still held the sunset, and seemed to glow out with a
delicate cool pink. By the roadside were many crosses. Here and there was a
30.peasant man or woman kneeling before a shrine, who did not even turn round as
we approached, but seemed in the self-surrender of devotion to have neither eyes
nor ears for the outer world.
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An extract from chapter 1 of ‘High Wages’ by Dorothy Whipple
Though it was published in 1930, Dorothy Whipple’s novel is set in the early 1800s.
It follows the life of a girl who gets a job working in a shop. She is often cheated of
her pay by her unpleasant employer, but through working hard – and with the help of
a good colleague and friend – raises the funds to open her own business.
Jane Carter had come to Tidsley on her half-day off to look at the shops, but she
look mostly at the sky. She had seen skies for seventeen years, but never one, she
was sure, like this before.
The whole expanse of heaven was covered with minute clouds, little abrupt
5.things,kicking up their heels, flying off into nothing. They were so madly
inconsequent that Jane laughed. And then, as if someone had said to them, ‘Come
now! Quietly! Quietly!’ they stopped rioting and settled down together in the rosy
glow. They were merged and gradually were lost to sight. A majestic gold arose
and suffused the sky, leaving a pool of green in the east.
10. Jane lowered her beauty-dazed eyes to Tidsley market-place. Beneath that
canopy, it was transfigured. The peaky roofs of shops and houses stood up darkly
in the January air, the windows reflected a green-blue like the shell of a bird’s egg.
The lamplighter was going round, and now behind him shone a strong of jewels,
emeralds pale and effulgent. There was almost no one about. It was the moment.
15.Jane sometimes had these moments. She stood still in them.
As she stood on the cobbles of the empty market-place, a beam of light struck
suddenly from the right to her very feet. She looked up and saw that an obscuring
eiderdown hanging in Chadwick’s shop window had been pushed aside and that a
small man had stepped into the window and was affixing a piece of paper low down
20.in the right hand corner of the pane. Then, stepping carefully round the tea-cosies
and peaked napkins, he retired and replaced the eiderdown. Tidsley market-place
was as before.
Jane Carter left her moment and walked across to Chadwick’s shop. In the
confused light she could just make out what was written on the paper in a fine,
25.spidery hand and signed with a flourish of initials:
30. ‘She bent down and read again. She straightened up and pressed down the
fingers of her gloves one after the other in agitation.
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Structural techniques record
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Example and page
Technique Definition number
2. What is the narrative perspective? Select two quotes that support your
judgement.
4. Find a synonym for each underlined word in the extract. What is the difference
in meaning between each synonym and its original word?
5. Write out each underlined word in the extract and write what type of word it is
next to each one.
6. Describe the setting in the extract without using any of the author’s own
words.
7. What is the main character in the extract like? Select two quotes and explain
what they imply about their personality.
8. What does the opening paragraph make the reader think and feel? Do NOT
use the phrase “hooks the reader in” (or anything of similar meaning) – be
very specific about the thoughts and feelings created.
9. What does the closing paragraph make the reader think and feel? Remember
be specific – avoid saying ‘makes them want to read on’ as this is too vague.
10. Where is the biggest shift in topic in the extract? Why is it there?
11. What questions are left unanswered in the extract? Write a list.
12. Why are these questions left unanswered? Be specific and detailed in your
answer, avoid saying this ‘makes the reader want to read on’.
How does the writer use language here to describe the effects of the weather in Maycombe?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the first half of the source from lines 1 to 12.
A student, having read this section of the text, said: ‘The weather is clearly oppressive. However, the
people in the town seem to cope very well with it.’
(20 marks)
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01. Read again lines 5-7.
List four things from this part of the source about Marlow. (4 marks).
How does the writer use language here to describe the weather and the view?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the second half of the source from lines 5 to 20.
A student, having read this section of the text, said: ‘The extract begins in a good-natured way.
However, the atmosphere is increasingly sinister as it develops.’
How does the writer use language here to describe the behaviour of the characters towards each
other?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the whole of the source.
A student, having read this source, said: ‘The guest, Mr Riley, is very patronising. However, Tulliver
and his daughter seem eager to please him.’
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D. ‘Oscar and Lucinda’ by Peter Carey
How does the writer use language here to describe the man’s son?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the whole of the source.
A student, having read this source, said: ‘The man is clearly feeling very guilty. It is clear that he has
developed a strong relationship with his son.’
How does the writer use language here to describe the character of Kantorek?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the whole of the source.
A student, having read this source, said: ‘The narrator is calm in response to the war. However, he
feels that the community the young men came from are ignorant of war and let them down.’
How does the writer use language here to describe the new guest at the inn?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the second half of the source from lines 15 onwards.
A student, having read this section of the text, said: ‘The old man has some bad habits and rough
manners. Then again, the writer has somehow made him a likeable character.’
How does the writer use language here to describe the moths and other insects?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the second half of the source from lines 15 to 33.
A student, having read this section of the text, said: ‘The setting is both beautiful and unsettling at
the same time.’
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01. Read again lines 12 – 17 of the source.
List four things from this part of the source about the young man (4 marks).
How does the writer use language here to describe the young man?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the first half of the source from lines 8 to 32.
A student, having read this section of the text, said: ‘The young man obviously wants to be left alone.
However, he seems increasingly rude as the source develops.’
How does the writer use language here to describe what he encounters in this unfamiliar country?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the second half of the source from line 12 onwards.
A student, having read this section of the text, said: ‘The narrator finds this unfamiliar country very
interesting. However, the setting is presented in a way that makes the reader feel as though it would
be dangerous or unpleasant.’
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J. ‘High Wages’ by Dorothy Whipple
How does the writer use language here to describe the sky?
(8 marks)
03. You now need to think about the whole of the source.
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
(8 marks)
04. Focus this part of your answer on the second half of the source from line 10 onwards.
A student, having read this section of the text, said: ‘Jane is very impressed by the town. However,
this actually seems to be more because of how her imagination transforms the town than because of
what it is really like – it is a very ordinary place.’
Q1 Q2
Q3 Q4
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