2005-CE Candidate Number ENG LANG ! L evita Centre Number ; PAPER 2, ONG KONG ExaMmarons ao assessuenraurionmy | [SeatNumber | HONG KONG CERTIFICATE OF EDUCATION EXAMINATION 2005, ENGLISH LANGUAGE (SYLLABUS B) PAPER 2 READING COMPREHENSION AND USAGE Question-Answer Book 10.30 am ~ 12.00 noon (1% hours) Subject | Code: 021 INSTRUCTIONS 1. Write your Candidate Number, Centre Number and Seat ‘Number in the boxes provided on this cover AND on the ‘Answer Sheet Marker’s Use 2. Read carefully the instructions on the Answer Sheet and Only insert the information required (including the Subjeet Code) in the spaces provided. Marker No. | 3. ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS: this Question-Answer a) Book contains the questions for Parts 1 and 2. __ 4, Answers to Questions 1 ~ 48 should be marked on the Answer Sheet. Answers to Questions 49 ~ 92 should be written in this Question-Answer Book. 5. For multiple-choice questions, mark only ONE answer to each question. Two or more answers will score NO MARKS. 6. Marks will not be deducted for wrong answers, 7. Questions in Part 1 (Comprehension) carry two marks each while those in Part 2 (Usage) carry one mark each. 8. You are advised to spend approximately 40 minutes on Part 1 (Comprehension) and approximately 50 minutes ‘on Part 2 (Usage). 9. Supplementary answer sheets will be supplied on request. Write your Candidate Number on each sheet and fasten them with string inside this Question-Answer Book. Cheeker’s Use Only Checker No. Total 12008-CE-ENG LANG B2-130 35 40 PARTI COMPREHENSION (2 marks each) Passage A Read the following passage and then answer questions I-14. Choose the best answer for each question and mark your answer on the multiple-choice answer sheet (28 marks) Chapter 2 | was now five, and stil as helpless as a newly-born baby. Mother was slowly, patiently pulling down the wall, brick by brick, that seemed to separate me and the other children. It was hard, heart-breaking work, for often all she got from me in return was a vague smile and perhaps a faint gurgling sound. I could not speak or even mumble, nor could | sit up on my own without support, let alone take steps. My relatives said 1 was an idiot and beyond help. They now spoke of a mental hospital. “Never!” said my mother almost fiercely, when this was suggested to her. “I know my boy is not an idiot. It is his body that is shattered, not his mind. I'm sure of that.” 1 used to lie on my back all the time in the kitchen or, on bright warm days, out in the garden. I was just a litle bundle of crooked muscles and twisted nerves, but | was surrounded by a family that loved me and hoped for me. | was lonely, imprisoned in a world of my own, unable to communicate with others. I longed to run about and play with the rest, but I could not break loose from my prison. ‘Then, suddenly, it happened! In a moment everything was changed. It happened so quickly, so simply after all the years of waiting and uncertainty that I can see and feel the whole scene as if it had happened last week. The family were gathered round the big kitchen fire that lit up the litle room with a warm glow. In a comer Mona and Paddy were sitting together. They were writing down sums on an old chipped slate, using a bright piece of yellow chalk. 1 was close to them, propped up by a few pillows against the wall. I watched. It was the chalk that attracted me so much ~ a long, slender stick of vivid yellow. I had never seen anything like it before. Suddenly 1 wanted desperately to do what my sister was doing. Then — without thinking or knowing exactly what I was doing, | reached out and took the stick of chalk out of my sister's hand — with my left foot. do not know why I used my left foot to do this. I had never tried to use either of my feet in any way before. They could have been as useless to me as were my hands. That day, however, my left foot reached out and very impolitely took the chalk out of my sister's hand. | held it tightly between my toes and made a wild scribble with it on the slate. Next moment I stopped, a bit dazed, surprised, looking down at the stick of yellow chalk stuck between my tocs. Then I looked up. Everyone had stopped talking and were staring at me silently. Nobody stirred. I felt the sweat break out on my forehead. My mother came in with a steaming pot in her hand. She stopped between the table and the fire, feeling the tension in the room. She followed their stare and saw me, in the corner. Her eyes looked from my face down to my foot, with the chalk gripped between my toes. She put down the pot. Then she came over to me and knelt down beside ‘me, as she had done so many times before. “I'll show you what to do with it, Chris,” she said. Taking another piece of chalk from Mona, she hesitated, then drew the single letter ‘A’ on the floor in front of me. “Copy that,” she said, looking steadily at me. “Copy it, Christy.” I couldn't, | looked about me, looked around at the faces that were tured towards me. I saw tense, excited faces that were waiting for a miracle to happen. I tried again. I put out my foot and made a wild movement with the chalk which produced a very shaky line and nothing more, Mother held the slate steady for me. “Try again, Chris,” she whispered in my car. “Again.” 1 did. I stiffened my body and put my left foot out again. 1 drew one side of the letter. I drew half the other side. Then the stick of chalk broke and I was left with a stump. 1 wanted to throw it away and give up. Then I felt my ‘mother’s hand on my shoulder. I tried once more. Out went my foot. I shook, I sweated and strained every muscle. | held my hands so tightly that my fingernails cut into the flesh. I set my teeth so hard that I nearly bit my lower lip. But I drew it~ the letter ‘4’. There it was on the floor before me. Shaky, with wobbly sides and an incomplete centre line. But it was the leter “A’. I looked up. I saw my mother’s face, tears on her cheeks. Thad done it! It had started — the thing that was to give my mind its chance of expressing itself, True, I couldn't speak with my lips, but now I would speak through something more lasting than spoken words ~ written words, ‘That one letter, scrawled on the floor with a broken bit of yellow chalk gripped between my toes, was my road to a new world, my key to mental freedom. Source: Adapted from Ch ty Brown, My Leff Foot, London: Vintage, 1998, 2005-CE-ENG LANG B2-2 11. This passage comes from a book. Which section of the bookshop would you find it in? ‘A. Medicine and Health B. Autobiographies C. Family and Child Care D. Education 2. ‘The mother’s work was *heart-breaking’ because the writer ‘A. did not respond very much. B. gave her help. C. could not understand what she was doing, D. needed her help all the time. 3. Inline 3, “faint” means A. very quiet B. unusual, C. delighted D. almost invisible. 4. Inline 10, ‘longed? could be replaced by .... ‘A. shad waited for many years’. B. ‘really wanted’, CC ‘dared’ D. ‘was unable’ 5. Inline 17, “it refers to ‘A. writing on slate. B. the colour. C. doing sums. D. the chalk 6 Paragraph S makes you feel that the kitchen is A. spacious. B. too hot. C. cosy. D. too cold, 7. According to paragraph 5, the writer took the chalk because he «| ‘A. liked playing with chalk. B. had always wanted to use chalk C. didn’t understand what the chalk was for. D. wanted to try to us 8. In paragraph 6, the writer was surprised because A. could not remove the chalk from between his toes. B. did not know everyone was watching him, C. had written a message with the chalk. D, _ hadn't realised before that he could use his left foot 12005-CE-ENG LANG B2-3 10. 12, According to paragraph 7, his mother stopped because ‘A. she saw the writer with the chalk B. she wanted to feel the warmth of the fire. C. someone showed her what was happening D. she felt a change in the atmosphere. From the passage, we know that the writer's mother A. had demonstrated how to use chalk before. B. often sat down with him to help him. C. knew that he would be able to write with chalk. D. was the only person who cared about him. According to paragraph 9, he nearly bit his lip because he was A, feeling afraid. B. feeling worried. C. trying very hard. D. feeling excited. ‘What did the writer’s last attempt to draw the letter “A° look like? a f A & A According to the final paragraph, the writer : Ae felt his life was about to change. 1 2. could write letters to people. 3. learnt to speak as well 4. was freed from his silence. A 12 Bod © 23 Dy ard According to the final paragraph, written words are more ____ than spoken words. A. expressive B. interesting C. permanent D. difficult to produce