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WEEK BEGINNING 29TH JUNE

The War of the Worlds” – H. G. Wells (1898)

Extract from Chapter Four (Part One)

(A) The end of the cylinder was being screwed out from within. Nearly two feet of shining screw projected. Somebody blundered against me, and I narrowly missed being pitched onto the top of the screw. I turned, and as I did so the screw must have come out, for the lid of the cylinder fell upon the gravel with a ringing concussion. I stuck my elbow into the person behind me, and turned my head towards the Thing again. For a moment that circular cavity seemed perfectly black. I had the sunset in my eyes.

(B)  I think everyone expected to see a man emerge--possibly something a little unlike us terrestrial men, but in all essentials a man. I know I did. But, looking, I presently saw something stirring within the shadow: greyish billowy movements, one above another, and then two luminous disks--like eyes. Then something resembling a little grey snake, about the thickness of a walking stick, coiled up out of the writhing middle, and wriggled in the air towards me--and then another.

(C) A sudden chill came over me. There was a loud shriek from a woman behind. I half turned, keeping my eyes fixed upon the cylinder still, from which other tentacles were now projecting, and began pushing my way back from the edge of the pit. I saw astonishment giving place to horror on the faces of the people about me. I heard inarticulate exclamations on all sides. There was a general movement backwards. I saw the shopman struggling still on the edge of the pit. I found myself alone, and saw the people on the other side of the pit running off, Stent among them. I looked again at the cylinder, and ungovernable terror gripped me. I stood petrified and staring.

 

Questions: Part One

  1. If the cylinder was being screwed out from within, what does that indicate? (A)
  2. Find out the meaning of “blundered”.  (A)
  3. If someone suffers from concussion, what is wrong with them? So, when the  metal cylinder lid falls, why do you think the writer describe this as “ringing concussion”? (A)
  4. Use your knowledge of a visit to the dentist to help you understand the meaning of “circular cavity”… (A)
  5. If aliens, such as these Martians, are extra-terrestrial, who are the terrestrial men? (B)
  6. Look up “billow” – what might this word usually be used to describe? (B)
  7. Looking into the hole, why would the luminous eyes stand out?(B)
  8. What do the words “writhing” and “wriggled” tell you about the movement of the creature?(B)
  9. When we exclaim, we say something aloud…what might these “inarticulate” exclamations sound like? Think about what the people were seeing… (C)
  10. We often use the word “petrified” as very scared but can you say what happens to the frightened person when they are “pertrified”?  (C)

 

The War of the Worlds” – H. G. Wells (1898)

Extract from Chapter Four (Part Two)

 

(D) A big greyish rounded bulk, the size, perhaps, of a bear, was rising slowly and painfully out of the cylinder. As it bulged up and caught the light, it glistened like wet leather. Two large dark-coloured eyes were regarding me steadfastly. The mass that framed them, the head of the thing, was rounded, and had, one might say, a face. There was a mouth under the eyes, the lipless brim of which quivered and panted, and dropped saliva. The whole creature heaved and pulsated convulsively. A lank tentacular appendage gripped the edge of the cylinder, another swayed in the air.

(E) Those who have never seen a living Martian can scarcely imagine the strange horror of its appearance. The peculiar V-shaped mouth with its pointed upper lip, the absence of brow ridges, the absence of a chin beneath the wedge-like lower lip, the incessant quivering of this mouth, the Gorgon groups of tentacles, the tumultuous breathing of the lungs in a strange atmosphere, the evident  heaviness and painfulness of movement due to the greater gravitational energy of the earth--above all, the extraordinary intensity of the immense eyes--were at once vital, intense, inhuman, crippled and monstrous. There was something fungoid in the oily brown skin, something in the clumsy deliberation of the tedious movements unspeakably nasty. Even at this first encounter, this first glimpse, I was overcome with disgust and dread.

(F) Suddenly the monster vanished. It had toppled over the brim of the cylinder and fallen into the pit, with a thud like the fall of a great mass of leather. I heard it give a peculiar thick cry, and forthwith another of these creatures appeared darkly in the deep shadow of the aperture.

(G) I turned and, running madly, made for the first group of trees, perhaps a hundred yards away; but I ran slantingly and stumbling, for I could not avert my face from these things.

 

Questions:Part Two

  1. What does the word “steadfastly” tell you about how the Martian looked at the man? (D)
  2. Why does the writer use the words, “…had, one might say, a face…” rather than just say, “face”? (D)
  3. You know what a pulse is…use this understanding to help with knowing what “…pulsating convulsively..” indicates. (D)
  4. The word “incessant” has its root in the word “cease” so how does this help you understand “…incessant quivering…”? (E)
  5.  What does “…tumultuous breathing of the lungs in a strange atmosphere…” tell you the Martian is struggling to do?  (E)
  6. In science, we talked about fungus and how particular conditions help it to grow – here the creature is described as having “fungoid” skin. What would that be like? (E)
  7. Describe what you think “…a peculiar thick cry..” would sound like. (F)
  8. The passage says that another creature appeared “forthwith”. Explain what this means. (F)
  9. Why do you think the man ran “slantingly and stumbling”? (G)
  10. Why, if the Martian was so terrifying, does the man say he could not “avert my face…” from it? (G)

An extract from “The Fun They Had

By Isaac Asimov

Margie even wrote about it that night in her diary. On the page headed May 17, 2157, she wrote, "Today, Tommy found a real book!"

It was a very old book. Margie's grandfather once said that when he was a little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper.

They turned the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to--on a screen, you know. And then, when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it that it had had when they read it the first time.

"Gee," said Tommy, "what a waste. When you're through with the book, you just throw it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a million books on it and it's good for plenty more. I wouldn't throw it away."

"Same with mine," said Margie. She was eleven and hadn't seen as many telebooks as Tommy had. He was thirteen. She said, "Where did you find it?"

"In my house." He pointed without looking, because he was busy reading. "In the attic." "What's it about?" "School."

Margie was scornful. "School? What's there to write about school? I hate school."

Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The mechanical teacher had been giving her test after test in geography and she had been doing worse and worse until her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the County Inspector.

He was a round little man with a red face and a whole box of tools with dials and wires. He smiled at Margie and gave her an apple, then took the teacher apart. Margie had hoped he wouldn't know how to put it together again, but he knew how all right, and, after an hour or so, there it was again, large and black and ugly, with a big screen on which all the lessons were shown and the questions were asked. That wasn't so bad. The part Margie hated most was the slot where she had to put homework and test papers. She always had to write them out in a punch code they made her learn when she was six years old, and the mechanical teacher calculated the mark in no time.

The Inspector had smiled after he was finished and patted Margie's head. He said to her mother, "It's not the little girl's fault, Mrs. Jones. I think the geography sector was geared a little too quick. Those things happen sometimes. I've slowed it up to an average ten-year level. Actually, the over-all pattern of her progress is quite satisfactory." And he patted Margie's head again.

Margie was disappointed. She had been hoping they would take the teacher away altogether. They had once taken Tommy's teacher away for nearly a month because the history sector had blanked out completely.

So she said to Tommy, "Why would anyone write about school?"

Tommy looked at her with very superior eyes. "Because it's not our kind of school, stupid. This is the old kind of school that they had hundreds and hundreds of years ago." He added loftily, pronouncing the word carefully, "Centuries ago."

Margie was hurt. "Well, I don't know what kind of school they had all that time ago." She read the book over his shoulder for a while, then said, "Anyway, they had a teacher."

"Sure they had a teacher, but it wasn't a regular teacher. It was a man." "A man? How could a man be a teacher?" "Well, he just told the boys and girls things and gave them homework and asked them questions." "A man isn't smart enough." "Sure he is. My father knows as much as my teacher." "He can't. A man can't know as much as a teacher." "He knows almost as much, I betcha."

Margie wasn't prepared to dispute that. She said, "1 wouldn't want a strange man in my house to teach me."

Tommy screamed with laughter. "You don't know much, Margie. The teachers didn't live in the house. They had a special building and all the kids went there." "And all the kids learned the same thing?" "Sure, if they were the same age."

"But my mother says a teacher has to be adjusted to fit the mind of each boy and girl it teaches and that each kid has to be taught differently."

"Just the same they didn't do it that way then. If you don't like it, you don't have to read the book."

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Due to its versatility, the hoverbike will suit all ages (usual age and test restrictions as per motor vehicles apply).

As more and more drivers are using our roads, the hoverbike provides the perfect solution for congestion and pollution. Care and maintenance are at a minimum and so running costs are greatly reduced.

The vehicle will still need to be insured and as yet the hoverbike is single-seater only, although prototypes of multiple use versions are being tested. A small area for luggage is incorporated.

Owners will need to factor in the cost of suitable clothing and helmet.

 

 

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