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TASK 11 (L58-L63)




 

1. Read the text and find in it the words and word combinations from this list. Supply them with Russian equivalents.

Word List 11

to make fuss over something

to exaggerate

in the best of taste

flattering

to amount to something

to accuse somebody of doing something

to suppress ones curiosity

to draft a book

to be in desperate straits

to make ones fortune

to be no laughing matter

steady work

to reward somebody

 

2. Remember the context in which they were used.

3. Answer the following questions:

1) What did Judy write to Daddy-Long-Legs about a blight that had fallen over her literary career? What did she mean writing that she would like some sympathy and why did she ask Daddy not to reopen the wound? (L 59)

2) What dream was Judy referring to in L 60? What did she see in it? What did she begin meditating about when she awoke?

3) What subjects did Judy study as a Senior?

4) What did Judy think of Daddys Christmas presents? What did she send to him?

5) Why did Judy ask Daddy-Long-Legs for one hundred dollars? What did she intend to do with the money? What do you think of the unfortunate family? Whose position would you support the daughters or the mothers?

6) Why did Judy throw her novel in the waste basket?

7) Why did Judy write to Daddy that the good Lord would reward him suitably and he deserved ten thousand years out of purgatory?

 

4. Develop these ideas from Judys letters:

  1. Back at college and a Senior also editor of the Monthly. It doesnt seem possible, does it, that so sophisticated a person just four years ago was an inmate of the John Grier Home? We do arrive fast in America! (L 58)
  2. I have a reminiscent chill every time I look at them. [the blue checked gingham aprons] (L 58)
  3. I thought I was making a notable addition to American literature. (L 59)
  4. I felt as though I had cremated my only child! (L 59)
  5. No one can ever accuse me of being a pessimist! (L 59)
  6. If I had a husband and twelve children swallowed by an earthquake one day, Id bob up smilingly the next morning and commence to look for another set. (L 59)
  7. If a man believed in fatalism, he would naturally just sit down and say, The Lords will be done, and continue to sit until he fell over dead. (L 60)
  8. I believe absolutely in my own free will and my own power to accomplish and that is the belief that moves mountains. You watch me become a great author! (L 60)

 



5. Comment on the following:

  1. You men ought to leave intrigue to women; you havent a light enough touch.
  2. The fuss [women] make over clothes is too absolutely silly.
  3. Two weeks is not enough time in which to observe the manners and customs of a great city.
  4. It would be interesting if you really could read the story of your life written perfectly truthfully by an omniscient author.
  5. Life is monotonous enough at best.
  6. Every action is the absolutely inevitable and automatic resultant of an aggregation of remote causes.

 

6. Find sentences in the text to prove that:

Judy was a self-critical girl having an ability to judge about herself, rather objectively;

Judy was a sunny soul and couldnt remain pessimistic for long;

Judy was blessed with common sense and a good heart;

Judy was a frank girl;

Judy was a sympathetic girl.

 

7. Act a conversation between Judy and Julia discussing the problem of clothes.



8. Imagine that you are:

Judy and ask Sally for sympathy after the editors criticism of your book;

Judy and tell Sally what you think of the professor who gives you the most dreadful lessons in Philosophy.

 

9. Write an essay on one of the topics from Ex. 5.

 

64.

 

Dear Mr. Trustee,

Tomorrow is the first Wednesday in the month a weary day for the John Grier Home. How relieved they'll be when five o'clock comes and you pat them on the head and take yourselves off! Did you (individually) ever pat me on the head, Daddy? I don't believe so my memory seems to be concerned only with fat Trustees.

Give the Home my love, please my truly love. I have quite a feeling of tenderness for it as I look back through a haze of four years. When I first came to college I felt quite resentful because I'd been robbed of the normal kind of childhood that the other girls had had; but now, I don't feel that way in the least. I regard it as a very unusual adventure. It gives me a sort of vantage point from which to stand aside and look at life. Emerging full grown, I get a perspective on the world, that other people who have been brought up in the thick of things entirely lack.

I know lots of girls (Julia, for instance) who never know that they are happy. They are so accustomed to the feeling that their senses are deadened to it; but as for me I am perfectly sure every moment of my life that I am happy. And I'm going to keep on being, no matter what unpleasant things turn up. I'm going to regard them (even toothaches) as interesting experiences, and be glad to know what they feel like. `Whatever sky's above me, I've a heart for any fate.'



However, Daddy, don't take this new affection for the J.G.H. too literally. If I have five children, like Rousseau,* I shan't leave them on the steps of a foundling asylum in order to insure their being brought up simply.

Give my kindest regards to Mrs. Lippett (that, I think, is truthful; love would be a little strong) and don't forget to tell her what a beautiful nature I've developed.

Affectionately,

Judy

 

 

65.

LOCK WILLOW

APRIL 4TH

Dear Daddy,

Do you observe the postmark? Sallie and I are embellishing Lock Willow with our presence during the Easter Vacation. We decided that the best thing we could do with our ten days was to come where it is quiet. Our nerves had got to the point where they wouldn't stand another meal in Fergussen. Dining in a room with four hundred girls is an ordeal when you are tired. There is so much noise that you can't hear the girls across the table speak unless they make their hands into a megaphone and shout. That is the truth.

We are tramping over the hills and reading and writing, and having a nice, restful time. We climbed to the top of `Sky Hill' this morning where Master Jervie and I once cooked supper it doesn't seem possible that it was nearly two years ago. I could still see the place where the smoke of our fire blackened the rock. It is funny how certain places get connected with certain people, and you never go back without thinking of them. I was quite lonely without him for two minutes.

What do you think is my latest activity, Daddy? You will begin to believe that I am incorrigible I am writing a book. I started it three weeks ago and am eating it up in chunks. I've caught the secret. Master Jervie and that editor man were right; you are most convincing when you write about the things you know. And this time it is about something that I do know exhaustively. Guess where it's laid? In the John Grier Home! And it's good, Daddy, I actually believe it is just about the tiny little things that happened every day. I'm a realist now. I've abandoned romanticism; I shall go back to it later though, when my own adventurous future begins.

This new book is going to get itself finished and published! You see if it doesn't. If you just want a thing hard enough and keep on trying, you do get it in the end. I've been trying for four years to get a letter from you and I haven't given up hope yet.

Goodbye, Daddy dear,

(I like to call you Daddy dear; it's so alliterative.)

Affectionately,

Judy

 

 

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