ENGLISH FOR FUTURE

DIPLOMATS
2018
by Jônathas Silveira
TPS – MOCK EXAM
Text I
It is like a merry-go-round, Robert Jordan thought. Not a merry-go-round that
travels fast, and with a calliope for music, and the children ride on cows with
gilded horns, and there are rings to catch with sticks, and there is the blue, gas-
flare-lit early dark of the Avenue du Maine, with fried fish sold from the next
stall, and a wheel of fortune turning with the leather flaps slapping against the
posts of the numbered compartments, and the packages of lump sugar piled in pyramids
for prizes. No, it is not that kind of a merry-go-round; although the people are
waiting, like the men in caps and the women in knitted sweaters, their heads bare in
the gaslight and their hair shining, who stand in front of the wheel of fortune as
it spins. Yes, those are the people. But this is another wheel. This is like a wheel
that goes up and around.
It has been around twice now. It is a vast wheel, set at an angle, and each time it
goes around and then is back to where it starts. One side is higher than the other
and the sweep it makes lifts you back and down to where you started. There are no
prizes either, he thought, and no one would choose to ride this wheel. You ride it
each time and make the turn with no intention ever to have mounted. There is only
one turn; one large, elliptical, rising and falling turn and you are back where you
have started. We are back again now, he thought, and nothing is settled.
It was warm in the cave and the wind had dropped outside. Now he was sitting at the
table with his notebook in front of him figuring all the technical part of the
bridge-blowing. He drew three sketches, figured his formulas, marked the method of
blowing with two drawings as clearly as a kindergarten project so that Anselmo could
complete it in case anything should happen to himself during the process of the
demolition. He finished these sketches and studied them.
Text I
Maria sat beside him and looked over his shoulder while he worked. He was conscious
of Pablo across the table and of the others talking and playing cards and he smelled
the odors of the cave which had changed now from those of the meal and the cooking
to the fire smoke and man smell, the tobacco, red-wine and brassy, stale body smell,
and when Maria, watching him finishing a drawing, put her hand on the table he
picked it up with his left hand and lifted it to his face and smelled the coarse
soap and water freshness from her washing of the dishes. He laid her hand down
without looking at her and went on working and he could not see her blush. She let
her hand lie there, close to his, but he did not lift it again.
Now he had finished the demolition project and he took a new page of the notebook
and commenced to write out the operation orders. He was thinking clearly and well on
these and what he wrote pleased him. He wrote two pages in the notebook and read
them over carefully.
I think that is all, he said to himself. It is perfectly clear and I do not think
there are any holes in it. The two posts will be destroyed and the bridge will be
blown according to Golz’s orders and that is all of my responsibility. All of this
business of Pablo is something with which I should never have been saddled and it
will be solved one way or another. There will be Pablo or there will be no Pablo. I
care nothing about it either way. But I am not going to get on that wheel again.
Twice I have been on that wheel and twice it has gone around and come back to where
it started and I am taking no more rides on it.
(For whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway)
Text I
QUESTÃO 1
Decide whether the following statements are right (C)
or wrong (E) according to text I.

1. The author compares Robert Jordan’s thoughts to

those of a child joyfully playing in an amusement
park.
2. From where he stands, Robert Jordan can smell
fried fish.
3. One can infer from reading the first paragraph
that Robert Jordan loved to ride a carousel roundabout
when he was a toddler.
4. A gas leak in the amusement park provoked a fire
that burned a woman’s head.