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Instruction: Answer question based on the following text.
Source: https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/the-eurohug-is-it-a-thing-a-global-guide-toembrace
I. ‘honoured’ is between parentheses because there’s no consensus about the spelling. II. ‘honoured’ is the preferred spelling in American English and Canada. III. ‘honored’ represents the correct spelling, while ‘honoured’ is a less used variant.
Which ones are INCORRECT?
Instruction: answer the question based one the following text.
Consider the expression “iH8You69” (line 43) and the following sentences:
I. It plays with the sound of the word ‘eight’ and ‘hate’.
II. It is a slang commonly used in texting.
III. It is an abbreviation.
Which ones are correct?
Instruction: answer the question based one the following text.
Consider the following statements:
I. ‘colder’ (line 09) is the superlative form of ‘cold’.
II. In line 11, ‘less sad’ is incorrect, ‘saddest’ should have been used.
III. ‘sadder’ (line 13) has a spelling error as it should have been spelled with only one letter ‘d’.
Which ones are correct?
While at home in Ireland my poor mother wept bitter tears at the thought of her daughter with the university education serving hamburgers to pop stars.
I had been working there about six months the night I met James. It was a Friday night, which was traditionally the night the OJs frequented our restaurant. “OJ” standing, of course, for Office Jerks.
At five o’clock every Friday, like graves disgorging their dead, offices all over the center of London liberated their staffs for the weekend so that hordes of pale, cheapsuited clerks descended on us.
It was de rigueur for us waitresses to stand around sneering disdainfully at the besuited clientele, shaking our heads in disbelieving pity at the attire, hairstyles, etc., of the poor customers.
On the night in question, James and three of his colleagues sat in my section and I attended to their needs in my normal irresponsible and slapdash fashion. I paid them almost no attention whatsoever, barely listened to them as I took their order and certainly made no eye contact with them. If I had I might have noticed that one of them (yes, James, of course) was very handsome, in a black-haired, green-eyed, five-foottenish kind of way. I should have looked beyond the suit and seen the soul of the man.
Oh, shallowness, thy name is Clare.
But I wanted to be out back with the other waitresses, drinking beer and smoking and talking about sex. Customers were an unwelcome interference.
“Can I have my stake very rare?” asked one of the men.
“Um,” I said vaguely. I was even more uninterested than usual because I had noticed a book on the table. It was a really good book, one that I had read myself.
I loved books. And I loved reading. And I loved men who read. I loved a man who knew his existentialism from his magi-realism.And I had spent the last six months working with people who could just about manage to read Stage magazine (laboriously mouthing the words silently as they did so). I suddenly realized, with a pang, how much I missed the odd bit of intelligent conversation.
Suddenly the people at this table stopped being mere irritants and took on some sort of identity for me.
“Who owns this book?” I asked abruptly, interrupting the order placing.
The table of four men were startled. I had spoken to them! I had treated them almost as if they were human!
“I do,” said James, and as my blue eyes met his green eyes across his mango daiquiri, that was it, the silvery magic dust was sprinkled on us. In that instant something wonderful happened. From the moment we really looked at each other, we both knew we had met someone special.
I maintained that we fell in love immediately.
He maintained nothing of the sort, and said that I was a romantic fool. He claimed it took at least thirty seconds longer for him to fall in love with me.
First of all he had to establish that I had read the book in question also. Because he thought that I must be some kind of not-so-bright model or singer if I was working there. You know, the same way that I had written him off as some kind of subhuman clerk. Served me right.
KEYES, Marian. Watermelon. New York: Perennial,
HarperCollins, 2002 (Edited).
While at home in Ireland my poor mother wept bitter tears at the thought of her daughter with the university education serving hamburgers to pop stars.
I had been working there about six months the night I met James. It was a Friday night, which was traditionally the night the OJs frequented our restaurant. “OJ” standing, of course, for Office Jerks.
At five o’clock every Friday, like graves disgorging their dead, offices all over the center of London liberated their staffs for the weekend so that hordes of pale, cheapsuited clerks descended on us.
It was de rigueur for us waitresses to stand around sneering disdainfully at the besuited clientele, shaking our heads in disbelieving pity at the attire, hairstyles, etc., of the poor customers.
On the night in question, James and three of his colleagues sat in my section and I attended to their needs in my normal irresponsible and slapdash fashion. I paid them almost no attention whatsoever, barely listened to them as I took their order and certainly made no eye contact with them. If I had I might have noticed that one of them (yes, James, of course) was very handsome, in a black-haired, green-eyed, five-foottenish kind of way. I should have looked beyond the suit and seen the soul of the man.
Oh, shallowness, thy name is Clare.
But I wanted to be out back with the other waitresses, drinking beer and smoking and talking about sex. Customers were an unwelcome interference.
“Can I have my stake very rare?” asked one of the men.
“Um,” I said vaguely. I was even more uninterested than usual because I had noticed a book on the table. It was a really good book, one that I had read myself.
I loved books. And I loved reading. And I loved men who read. I loved a man who knew his existentialism from his magi-realism.And I had spent the last six months working with people who could just about manage to read Stage magazine (laboriously mouthing the words silently as they did so). I suddenly realized, with a pang, how much I missed the odd bit of intelligent conversation.
Suddenly the people at this table stopped being mere irritants and took on some sort of identity for me.
“Who owns this book?” I asked abruptly, interrupting the order placing.
The table of four men were startled. I had spoken to them! I had treated them almost as if they were human!
“I do,” said James, and as my blue eyes met his green eyes across his mango daiquiri, that was it, the silvery magic dust was sprinkled on us. In that instant something wonderful happened. From the moment we really looked at each other, we both knew we had met someone special.
I maintained that we fell in love immediately.
He maintained nothing of the sort, and said that I was a romantic fool. He claimed it took at least thirty seconds longer for him to fall in love with me.
First of all he had to establish that I had read the book in question also. Because he thought that I must be some kind of not-so-bright model or singer if I was working there. You know, the same way that I had written him off as some kind of subhuman clerk. Served me right.
KEYES, Marian. Watermelon. New York: Perennial,
HarperCollins, 2002 (Edited).
While at home in Ireland my poor mother wept bitter tears at the thought of her daughter with the university education serving hamburgers to pop stars.
I had been working there about six months the night I met James. It was a Friday night, which was traditionally the night the OJs frequented our restaurant. “OJ” standing, of course, for Office Jerks.
At five o’clock every Friday, like graves disgorging their dead, offices all over the center of London liberated their staffs for the weekend so that hordes of pale, cheapsuited clerks descended on us.
It was de rigueur for us waitresses to stand around sneering disdainfully at the besuited clientele, shaking our heads in disbelieving pity at the attire, hairstyles, etc., of the poor customers.
On the night in question, James and three of his colleagues sat in my section and I attended to their needs in my normal irresponsible and slapdash fashion. I paid them almost no attention whatsoever, barely listened to them as I took their order and certainly made no eye contact with them. If I had I might have noticed that one of them (yes, James, of course) was very handsome, in a black-haired, green-eyed, five-foottenish kind of way. I should have looked beyond the suit and seen the soul of the man.
Oh, shallowness, thy name is Clare.
But I wanted to be out back with the other waitresses, drinking beer and smoking and talking about sex. Customers were an unwelcome interference.
“Can I have my stake very rare?” asked one of the men.
“Um,” I said vaguely. I was even more uninterested than usual because I had noticed a book on the table. It was a really good book, one that I had read myself.
I loved books. And I loved reading. And I loved men who read. I loved a man who knew his existentialism from his magi-realism.And I had spent the last six months working with people who could just about manage to read Stage magazine (laboriously mouthing the words silently as they did so). I suddenly realized, with a pang, how much I missed the odd bit of intelligent conversation.
Suddenly the people at this table stopped being mere irritants and took on some sort of identity for me.
“Who owns this book?” I asked abruptly, interrupting the order placing.
The table of four men were startled. I had spoken to them! I had treated them almost as if they were human!
“I do,” said James, and as my blue eyes met his green eyes across his mango daiquiri, that was it, the silvery magic dust was sprinkled on us. In that instant something wonderful happened. From the moment we really looked at each other, we both knew we had met someone special.
I maintained that we fell in love immediately.
He maintained nothing of the sort, and said that I was a romantic fool. He claimed it took at least thirty seconds longer for him to fall in love with me.
First of all he had to establish that I had read the book in question also. Because he thought that I must be some kind of not-so-bright model or singer if I was working there. You know, the same way that I had written him off as some kind of subhuman clerk. Served me right.
KEYES, Marian. Watermelon. New York: Perennial,
HarperCollins, 2002 (Edited).
Instruction: Answer question based on the following text.
Matilda: an extra-ordinary bookworm! – Lesson Plan
Source: https://www.roalddahl.com/docs/MatildaLessonPlan201_1567179949.pdf
I. Replacement of ‘bring in’ (l.02) with ‘acquit’. II. Replacement of ‘slot’ (l.18) with ‘check’. III. Omission of ‘out’ (l.40).
Disregarding any grammatical aspects, which ones alter the meaning of the sentence?
Instruction: Answer question based on the following text.
Matilda: an extra-ordinary bookworm! – Lesson Plan
Source: https://www.roalddahl.com/docs/MatildaLessonPlan201_1567179949.pdf
Instruction: Answer question based on the following text.
Matilda: an extra-ordinary bookworm! – Lesson Plan
Source: https://www.roalddahl.com/docs/MatildaLessonPlan201_1567179949.pdf
I. In lines 06, ‘Do’ is used as an auxiliary verb from the simple present in order to make an interrogative sentence. II. In line 13, ‘Can’ is being incorrectly used, as the correct auxiliary verb to ‘write’ is ‘to do’. III. To make the sentence “they should think of an example of a book that fits into that particular genre” (l. 17-18) interrogative, it is necessary to add the auxiliary ‘do’ in the beginning of the sentence.
Which ones are correct?
Police were called to investigate reports that children was threatened with a knife by a masked men who drove at them.
There are two mistakes in the context above related to:
1. The stolen wallet has been returned by someone. 2. You will not be sent any money until next month. 3. The children are being looked after by her. 4. Have you been informed about the change of plan
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According to the text, judge the following items.
The word “thus”, in “many mothers do not breastfeed their children, thus weakening the immune system” (line 22), can,
without changing its meaning, be replaced for thereby.
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According to the text, judge the following items.
In “Malnutrition happens when people lack nutrients, vitamins and minerals” (line 6), “lack” can be replaced, without
changing its meaning, by have insufficient.
Instructions: answer the question based on the following text.
Source: https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/ikigai-hygge-lagom-swedish-danish-japaneses-candinavian-lifestyle-happiness-meaning-of-life-a7956141.html
Instructions: answer the question based on the following text.
Source: https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/ikigai-hygge-lagom-swedish-danish-japaneses-candinavian-lifestyle-happiness-meaning-of-life-a7956141.html
Instructions: answer the question based on the following text.
Source: https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/ikigai-hygge-lagom-swedish-danish-japaneses-candinavian-lifestyle-happiness-meaning-of-life-a7956141.html
"Still, it's hard not to feel that ikigai – like hygge and lagom – Is another sticking plaster we've reached for to help patch over the problems in our lives that run deeper than any buzzword word can solve.”
I. The word 'plaster' is used literally. II. 'patch over' could be replaced by 'mend'. III. 'buzzword' could be translated as 'palavra-chave'.
Which ones are correct?
1. He hard works everyday. 2. He spoke hardly this morning at the debate 3. Always he drives his car carefully. 4. Don't drive so fast!
1. Carefully he drives always his car. 2. He drives his car carefully always. 3. He always drives his car carefully. 4. He drives his car always carefully.
1. We live in the same neighbourhood. 2. Dancing is my favourite activity. 3. Are you all ready to leave? 4. Are there any pharmacies around here?
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