Задание
What does the writer say about Chris Wiley?Прочитайте текст. Для каждого
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This is an extract
adapted from a book about teenagers.
"You
begin," he said, "by setting your scene. You have to see your scene,
either in reality or in imagination. For instance, from here you can see across
the lake. But on a day like this you can't see across the lake, it's too misty.
You can't see the other side."
Rowland
took off his reading glasses to stare at his creative-writing class, whose
parents' money was being thus spent: two boys and three girls around 16 to 17
years of age, some more, some a little less. "So," he said, "you
must just write, when you set your scene, 'the other side of the lake was
hidden in mist'. Or if you want to exercise imagination, on a day like today,
you can write, 'The other side of the lake was just visible.'
College
Sunrise had begun in Brussels, a finishing school for both sexes and mixed
nationalities. It was founded by Rowland Mahler, assisted by his wife, Nina
Parker. The school had 10 pupils aged 16 and upwards. Rowland then moved the
school to Vienna, increased the fees, wrote to the parents that he and Nina
were making an exciting experiment: College Sunrise was to be a mobile school
which would move somewhere new every year. At present they had nine students at
College Sunrise at Ouchy on the lake.
It was
early July, but not summery. The lake had been invisible under the mist for
some days.
Rowland
looked out of the wide window of the room where he taught, and saw three of the
pupils who had just attended his class, leaving the house, disappearing into
the mist. Those three were Chris Wiley, Lionel Flaas and Pansy Leghorn (known
as Leg).
"You
know, Chris," Rowland had said, "I don't think you're on the right
lines. You might scrap it and start again."
"When
it's finished," said Chris, "I could scrap it and start again. Not
before I've finished the novel, though."
"Why?"
said Rowland.
"I
want to see what I write."
Rowland
had read the two opening chapters of the novel Chris was determined to write
during his terms at College Sunrise. On his second reading: "But this is
quite good," Rowland had whispered, as if speechless with amazement.
"Do
you intend to finish it?" he said.
"Yes,
but I don't know how. All I know is the story will happen."
"And
you find our creative writing classes a help, of course..."
"They're
beside the point, in fact, but quite useful in many other respects."
Rowland
was frightened; he felt again that stab of jealous envy, envious jealousy that
he had already experienced, on touching and reading Chris's typescript.
The
subject of Chris's story was Mary Queen of Scots. Chris didn't trouble to write
the truth, but he felt it would make a good story. It was to be an excitingly
written novel, in addition to its originality. It was to be popular.
He was jealous of the teacher's novel.
He was keen on writing a long novel.
He started writing a successful novel.
He didn't trouble to write a historical novel.