English 4b Final Exam

There are no written laws in Oceania.

Winston is Julia's first lover.

O'Brien is arrested as the novel ends. 

Encountering  the dark-haired girl outside Charrington's shop, Winston considers

The note Julia slips  to Winston says,

The Newspeak word which means the ability to hold two mutually contradictory ideas in mind simultaneously and to believe both of them is

The most feared place in the Ministry of Love is

The one thing Winston fears most is

The real purpose of Newspeak is to

In an APA in-text citation, what should come right after an author’s name in a signal phase?  According to Obama  _________________, Mitt Romney suffers from romnesia.

What is the name of the last page in an APA research paper? (This is where you have all of the articles, books, etc, listed that were used in the paper).

In APA style, which of the following is NOT required on a title page?

What is wrong with this APA in-text citation? Strangely, "many high school graduates end up missing their senior English teacher after they graduate" (Ramierez, 2010).

The setting of 1984 is the country 

Winston works for the Ministry of

Winston and Julia tell O'Brien that they are willing to do anything for the Brotherhood except

True or False: The proles are less monitored than members of the outer-party.

What is the best way to describe Katherine's attitude toward love making?

What is the MAIN significance of the following passage from Part 2, Chapter IV, of 1984: ‘And that picture over there’— she nodded at the engraving on the opposite wall —‘would that be a hundred years old?’ ‘More. Two hundred, I dare say. One can’t tell. It’s impossible to discover the age of anything nowadays.’ She went over to look at it. ‘Here’s where that brute stuck his nose out,’ she said, kicking the wainscoting immediately below the picture. ‘What is this place? I’ve seen it before somewhere.’ ‘It’s a church, or at least it used to be. St Clement Danes its name was.’ The fragment of rhyme that Mr Charrington had taught him came back into his head, and he added half-nostalgically: “Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clement’s!” To his astonishment she capped the line: ‘You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St Martin’s, When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey ——’ ‘I can’t remember how it goes on after that. But anyway I remember it ends up, “Here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!”’ It was like the two halves of a countersign. But there must be another line after ‘the bells of Old Bailey’. Perhaps it could be dug out of Mr Charrington’s memory, if he were suitably prompted. ‘Who taught you that?’ he said. ‘My grandfather. He used to say it to me when I was a little girl. He was vaporized when I was eight — at any rate, he disappeared. I wonder what a lemon was,’ she added inconsequently. ‘I’ve seen oranges. They’re a kind of round yellow fruit with a thick skin.’ ‘I can remember lemons,’ said Winston. ‘They were quite common in the fifties. They were so sour that it set your teeth on edge even to smell them.’ ‘I bet that picture’s got bugs behind it,’ said Julia. ‘I’ll take it down and give it a good clean some day. I suppose it’s almost time we were leaving. I must start washing this paint off. What a bore! I’ll get the lipstick off your face afterwards.’

Winston has a vague memory in the following passage from Part 2, Chapter II, of 1984.  What do we later learn about this memory? ‘It’s this bloody thing that does it,’ she said, ripping off the scarlet sash of the Junior Anti-Sex League and flinging it on to a bough. Then, as though touching her waist had reminded her of something, she felt in the pocket of her overalls and produced a small slab of chocolate. She broke it in half and gave one of the pieces to Winston. Even before he had taken it he knew by the smell that it was very unusual chocolate. It was dark and shiny, and was wrapped in silver paper. Chocolate normally was dull-brown crumbly stuff that tasted, as nearly as one could describe it, like the smoke of a rubbish fire. But at some time or another he had tasted chocolate like the piece she had given him. The first whiff of its scent had stirred up some memory which he could not pin down, but which was powerful and troubling. ‘Where did you get this stuff?’ he said. ‘Black market,’ she said indifferently. ‘Actually I am that sort of girl, to look at. I’m good at games. I was a troop-leader in the Spies. I do voluntary work three evenings a week for the Junior Anti-Sex League. Hours and hours I’ve spent pasting their bloody rot all over London. I always carry one end of a banner in the processions. I always look cheerful and I never shirk anything. Always yell with the crowd, that’s what I say. It’s the only way to be safe.’ The first fragment of chocolate had melted on Winston’s tongue. The taste was delightful. But there was still that memory moving round the edges of his consciousness, something strongly felt but not reducible to definite shape, like an object seen out of the corner of one’s eye. He pushed it away from him, aware only that it was the memory of some action which he would have liked to undo but could not.