Waec Literature In English Questions
Question 1181:
Read the following lines to answer this question
The livid waters roared and snarled and flapped
At the poor battered and weeping yacht.
The dominant device used in the lines is
View Answer & ExplanationThe livid waters roared and snarled and flapped
At the poor battered and weeping yacht.
The dominant device used in the lines is
Question 1182:
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The livid waters roared and snarled and flapped
At the poor battered and weeping yacht.
The picture presented is one of
View Answer & ExplanationThe livid waters roared and snarled and flapped
At the poor battered and weeping yacht.
The picture presented is one of
Question 1183:
UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY
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He was under the siege of three union executive members.
There was the Secretary standing over him ; there was the Treasurer puffing away at a cigarette; there was the Organiser lounging near the door, a deadpan look plastered on each of their faces like a death-mask.
Incredulous, he sat in a pensive mood. How cloud the others do such a thing? His discontent turned to silent anger that simmered.
''I think it is not right, '' he said, just managing not to explode from his growing anger.
''You sign that sheet, Mr President,'' ordered the Secretary in a barely audible but stern voice.
''Why are you doing this?'' he asked, his voice not giving any hint of the boiling cauldron of screaming anger in his chest.
''Will you sign, Mr President?''
''All right,'' he said, now seething amiably.
He took his pen, picked up the sheet of paper and looked over the signatures. Then he proceeded to tear up the paper into shreds.
The attitude of the writer towards the President is one of
View Answer & ExplanationRead the passage and answer the question
He was under the siege of three union executive members.
There was the Secretary standing over him ; there was the Treasurer puffing away at a cigarette; there was the Organiser lounging near the door, a deadpan look plastered on each of their faces like a death-mask.
Incredulous, he sat in a pensive mood. How cloud the others do such a thing? His discontent turned to silent anger that simmered.
''I think it is not right, '' he said, just managing not to explode from his growing anger.
''You sign that sheet, Mr President,'' ordered the Secretary in a barely audible but stern voice.
''Why are you doing this?'' he asked, his voice not giving any hint of the boiling cauldron of screaming anger in his chest.
''Will you sign, Mr President?''
''All right,'' he said, now seething amiably.
He took his pen, picked up the sheet of paper and looked over the signatures. Then he proceeded to tear up the paper into shreds.
The attitude of the writer towards the President is one of
Question 1184:
UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY
Read the passage and answer the question
He was under the siege of three union executive members.
There was the Secretary standing over him ; there was the Treasurer puffing away at a cigarette; there was the Organiser lounging near the door, a deadpan look plastered on each of their faces like a death-mask.
Incredulous, he sat in a pensive mood. How cloud the others do such a thing? His discontent turned to silent anger that simmered.
''I think it is not right, '' he said, just managing not to explode from his growing anger.
''You sign that sheet, Mr President,'' ordered the Secretary in a barely audible but stern voice.
''Why are you doing this?'' he asked, his voice not giving any hint of the boiling cauldron of screaming anger in his chest.
''Will you sign, Mr President?''
''All right,'' he said, now seething amiably.
He took his pen, picked up the sheet of paper and looked over the signatures. Then he proceeded to tear up the paper into shreds.
The prevailing atmosphere is
View Answer & ExplanationRead the passage and answer the question
He was under the siege of three union executive members.
There was the Secretary standing over him ; there was the Treasurer puffing away at a cigarette; there was the Organiser lounging near the door, a deadpan look plastered on each of their faces like a death-mask.
Incredulous, he sat in a pensive mood. How cloud the others do such a thing? His discontent turned to silent anger that simmered.
''I think it is not right, '' he said, just managing not to explode from his growing anger.
''You sign that sheet, Mr President,'' ordered the Secretary in a barely audible but stern voice.
''Why are you doing this?'' he asked, his voice not giving any hint of the boiling cauldron of screaming anger in his chest.
''Will you sign, Mr President?''
''All right,'' he said, now seething amiably.
He took his pen, picked up the sheet of paper and looked over the signatures. Then he proceeded to tear up the paper into shreds.
The prevailing atmosphere is
Question 1185:
UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY
Read the passage and answer the question
He was under the siege of three union executive members.
There was the Secretary standing over him ; there was the Treasurer puffing away at a cigarette; there was the Organiser lounging near the door, a deadpan look plastered on each of their faces like a death-mask.
Incredulous, he sat in a pensive mood. How cloud the others do such a thing? His discontent turned to silent anger that simmered.
''I think it is not right, '' he said, just managing not to explode from his growing anger.
''You sign that sheet, Mr President,'' ordered the Secretary in a barely audible but stern voice.
''Why are you doing this?'' he asked, his voice not giving any hint of the boiling cauldron of screaming anger in his chest.
''Will you sign, Mr President?''
''All right,'' he said, now seething amiably.
He took his pen, picked up the sheet of paper and looked over the signatures. Then he proceeded to tear up the paper into shreds.
The expression ''plastered on each of their face like a death mask'' illustrates.
View Answer & ExplanationRead the passage and answer the question
He was under the siege of three union executive members.
There was the Secretary standing over him ; there was the Treasurer puffing away at a cigarette; there was the Organiser lounging near the door, a deadpan look plastered on each of their faces like a death-mask.
Incredulous, he sat in a pensive mood. How cloud the others do such a thing? His discontent turned to silent anger that simmered.
''I think it is not right, '' he said, just managing not to explode from his growing anger.
''You sign that sheet, Mr President,'' ordered the Secretary in a barely audible but stern voice.
''Why are you doing this?'' he asked, his voice not giving any hint of the boiling cauldron of screaming anger in his chest.
''Will you sign, Mr President?''
''All right,'' he said, now seething amiably.
He took his pen, picked up the sheet of paper and looked over the signatures. Then he proceeded to tear up the paper into shreds.
The expression ''plastered on each of their face like a death mask'' illustrates.