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Here is a story written by Stephen Leacock.

“I want my photograph taken,” I said. The photographer looked at me without enthusiasm. He was a drooping man in a gray suit, with the dim eye of a natural scientist. But there is no need to describe him. Everybody knows what a photographer is like. “Sit there,” he said, “and waits.” I waited an hour. I read the Ladies Companion for 1912, the Girls Magazine for 1902 and the Infants Journal for 1888. I began to see that I had done an unwarrantable thing in breaking in on the privacy of this man՚s scientific pursuits with a face like mine. After an hour the photographer opened the inner door. “Come in,” he said severely. I went into the studio.

“Sit down,” said the photographer. I sat down in a beam of sunlight filtered through a sheet of factory cotton hung against a frosted skylight. The photographer rolled a machine into the middle of the room and crawled into it from behind. He was only in it a second, just time enough for one look at me, and then he was out again, tearing at the cotton sheet and the window panes with a hooked stick, apparently frantic for light and air.

Then he crawled back into the machine again and drew a little black cloth over himself. This time he was very quiet in there. I knew that he was praying and I kept still. When the photographer came out at last, he looked very grave and shook his head. “The face is quite wrong,” he said. “I know,” I answered quietly; “I have always known it.” He sighed.

“I think,” he said, “the face would be better three-quarters full.” “I՚m sure it would,” I said enthusiastically, for I was glad to find that the man had such a human side to him. So, would yours.

In fact, I continued, “how many faces one sees that are apparently hard, narrow, limited, but the minute you get them three-quarters full they get wide, large, almost boundless in” But the photographer had ceased to listen. He came over and took my head in his hands and twisted it sideways. I thought he meant to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. But I was wrong.

He twisted my face as far as it would go and then stood looking at it.

He sighed again. “I don՚t like the head,” he said.

Then he went back to the machine and took another look. “Open the mouth a little,” he said. I started to do so. “Close it,” he added quickly. T when he looked again. “The ears are bad,” he said; droop them a little more. Thank you. Now the eyes, Roll them in under the lids. Put the hands on the knees, please, and turn the face just a little upward. Yes, that՚s better. Now just expand the lungs! So! And hump the neck … that՚s it … and just contract the waist ha! and twist the hip up toward the elbow – now! I still don՚t quite like the face, it՚s just a trifle too full, but I swung myself round on the stool. “Stop,” I said with emotion but, I think, with dignity. “This face is my face. It is not yours; it is mine. I՚ve lived with it for forty years and I know its faults. I know it՚s out of drawing. I know it wasn՚t made for me, but it՚s my face, the only one I have” I was conscious of a break in my voice but I went on such as it is, I՚ve learned to love it. And this is my mouth, not yours. These ears are mine, and if your machine is too narrow. Here I started to rise from the seat. Snick! The photographer had pulled a string. The photograph was taken. I could see the machine still staggering from the shock. “I think,” said the photographer, pursing his lips in a pleased smile, “that I caught the features just in a moment of animation.” So! I said bitingly, features, eh? You didn՚t think I could animate them; I suppose? But let me see the picture. “Oh, there՚s nothing to see yet,” he said, I have to develop the negative first. Come back on Saturday and I՚ll let you see a proof of it. On Saturday I went back. The photographer beckoned me in. I thought he seemed quieter and graver than before. I think, too, there was a certain pride in his manner. He unfolded the proof of a large photograph, and we both looked at it in silence. “Is it me?” I asked. Yes, he said quietly, “it is you,” and we went on looking at it. “The eyes,” I said hesitatingly, “don՚t look very much like mine.” Oh, no he answered, “I՚ve retouched them. They come out splendidly, don՚t they?” Fine, I said, “but surely my eyebrows are not like that?” No, said the photographer, with a momentary glance at my face, the eyebrows are removed. We have a process now the Delphi for putting in new ones. You՚ll notice here where we՚ve applied it to carry the hair away from the brow. I don՚t like the hair low on the skull. “Oh, you don՚t, don՚t you?” I said. No, he went on, “I don՚t care for it. I like to get the hair clear back to the superficies and make out a new brow line.” What about the mouth? I said with a bitterness that was lost on the photographer, is that mine? it՚s adjusted a little, he said, “yours is too low. I found I couldn՚t use it.” The ears, though I said, “strike me as a good likeness; they՚re just like mine.” Yes, said the photographer thoughtfully, that՚s so; but I can fix that all right in the print. We have a process now the Sulphide … for removing the ears entirely. I՚ll see if …

“Listen!” I interrupted, drawing myself up and animating my features to their full extent and speaking with a withering scorn that should have blasted the man on the spot. “Listen! I came here for a photograph – a picture – something which (mad though it seems) would have looked like me. I wanted something that would depict my face as Heaven gave it to me, humble though the gift may have been. I wanted something that my friends might keep after my death, to reconcile them to my loss. It seems that I was mistaken. What I wanted is no longer done. Go on, then, with your brutal work. Take your negative, or whatever it is you call it dip it in sulphide, bromide, oxide, cowhide anything you like remove the eyes, correct the mouth, adjust the face, restore the lips, reanimate the necktie, and reconstruct the waistcoat. Coat it with an inch of gloss, shade it, emboss it, gild it, till even you acknowledge that it is finished. T hen when you have done all that – keep it for yourself and your friends. They may value it. To me it is but a worthless bauble.” I broke into tears and left.

Question 118 (3 of 3 Based on Passage)

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Answer the following two questions (Marks 5)

Stephen Leacock՚s visit to the photo studio turns out to be an annoying experience for him. Discuss citing relevant instances from the story.

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  • Stephen Leacock went to a photo studio to have a photo of him taken. The photographer said “Your face is wrong” and made unpleasant comments. He took a longtime and then he took a photo of Leacock, when Leacock angrily rose from his seat.
  • Leacock went to the studio to get his photo. The photographer showed him the proof.
  • Leacock was shocked, because the photographer had changed and adjusted Leacock՚s mouth, eyes, and eyebrows. The cars were the same, but the photographer said that he would completely remove them and supply new ears!
  • Leacock wanted his own, real face as given by Heaven, so that his friends would remember after his death.
  • But the face in the photo was not his face and so he did not accept the photo. So, Leacock՚s visit to the photo studio was an annoying disappointing experience.

Question 119

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Virat Kohli, the Man of the match and Man of the Series in the one – day International series between India and South Africa February 2018 had this to say during the post-match presentation. India won the match by 8 wickets and won the series by 5 – 1, a historic win against South Africa in their home soil. Rewrite his words in Reported Speech.

(Marks 20)

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“It was a day, I felt really good. Last game, I was not in the right kind of mindset. This is a beautiful place to bat under lights. that՚s the idea behind bowling first. I like setting up for the short ball. It was a blessing in disguise, and they kept bowling short. I think the pitch got better to bat on under lights. It has been a roller coaster till now. People who are close to me deserve a lot of credit. Obviously, you want to lead from the front, and that՚s a wonderful feeling. I have got eight or nine years left in my career and I want to make the most of every day. it՚s a blessing that I am healthy and getting to captain my country. They have shown great character – especially the two young spinners. The way the series went augurs well for us. We՚re looking forward to the T20՚s. The tour is not over yet. After losing the Test series, I was talking to you. I am here talking to you after winning the ODI series.”

Viral Kohl told that that was a day he had felt good. In the previous game, he had not been in the right kind of mindset and added that that was a beautiful place to bat under lights. He also told that that was the idea behind bowling first and it had been a blessing in disguise and they had kept bowling short and he thought the pitch had got better to bat on under lights. Then he added that it had been a roller coaster till then. He told that people who were to him deserved a lot of credit and obviously he wanted to lead from the front and that՚s a wonderful feeling. He told that he had got eight or nine years left in his career and he wanted to make the most of everyday. He also added that it was a blessing that he was healthy and getting to captain his country. He informed that they had shown great character especially the two young spinners and the way the series had gone augurs well for them. He ended with a note that they were looking forward to the T20s and the tour was not over yet. After losing the test series he was talking to them there after winning the ODI series.

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