Questão de Língua Inglesa

In order to answers questions 28 to 34, read the text below. 1 Letting herself breathe easy now, Pecola covered her head with the quilt. The 2 sick feeling, which she had tried to prevent by holding in her stomach, came 3 quickly in spite of her precaution. There surged in her the desire to heave, but as 4 always, she knew she would not. 5 “Please, God,” she whispered into the palm of her hand. “Please make me 6 disappear.” She squeezed her eyes shut. Little parts of her body faded away. Now 7 slowly, now with a rush. Slowly again. Her fingers went, one by one; then her arms 8 disappeared all the way to the elbow. Her feet now. Yes, that was good. The legs all 9 at once. It was hardest above the thighs. She had to be real still and pull. Her 10 stomach would not go. But finally it, too, went away. Then her chest, her neck. The 11 face was hard, too. Almost done, almost. Only her tight, tight eyes were left. They 12 were always left. 13 Try as she might, she could never get her eyes to disappear. So what was the 14 point? They were everything. Everything was there, in them. All of those pictures, 15 all of those faces. She had long ago given up the idea of running away to see new 16 pictures, new faces, as Sammy had so often done. He never took her, and he never 17 thought about his going ahead of time, so it was never planned. It wouldn´t have 18 worked anyway. As long as she looked the way she did, as long as she was ugly, 19 she would have to stay with these people. Somehow she belonged to them. Long 20 hours she sat looking in the mirror, trying to discover the secret of the ugliness, the 21 ugliness that made her ignored or despised at school, by teachers and classmates 22 alike. She was the only member of her class who sat alone at a double desk. The 23 first letter of her last name forced her to sit in the front of the room always. But 24 what about Marie Appolonaire? Marie was in front of her, but she shared a desk 25 with Luke Angelino. Her teachers had always treated her this way. They tried never 26 to glance at her, and called on her only when everyone was required to respond. 27 She also knew that when one of the girls at school wanted to be particularly 28 insulting to a boy, or wanted to get an immediate response from him, she could say, 29 ‘Bobby loves Pecola Breedlove! Bobby loves Pecola Breedlove!’ and never fail to 30 get peals of laughter from those in earshot, and mock anger from the accused. 31 It had occurred to Pecola some time ago that if her eyes, those eyes that held the 32 pictures, and knew the sights – if those eyes of hers were different, that is to say, 33 beautiful, she herself would be different. Her teeth were good, and at least her nose 34 was not big and flat like some of those who were thought so cute. If she looked 35 different, beautiful, maybe Cholly would be different, and Mrs. Breedlove, too. 36 Maybe they´d say, “Why, look at pretty-eyed Pecola. We mustn´t do bad things in 37 front of those pretty eyes. “ 38 Each night, without fail, she prayed for blue eyes. Fervently, for a year she had 39 prayed. Although somewhat discouraged, she was not without hope. To have 40 something as wonderful as that happen would take a long, long time. Thrown, in 41 this way, into the binding conviction that only a miracle could relieve her, she 42 would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes 43 of other people. 44 (…) 45 She walks down Garden Avenue to a small grocery store which sells penny 46 candy. Three pennies are in her shoe – slipping back and forth between the sock and Página 9 47 the inner sole. With each step she feels the painful press of the coins against her 48 foot. A sweet, endurable, even cherished irritation, full of promise and delicate 49 security. There is plenty of time to consider what to buy. 50 She climbs four wooden steps to the door of Yacobowski´s Fresh Veg. Meat and 51 Sundries Store. A bell tinkles as she opens it. Standing before the counter, she looks 52 at the array of candies. All Mary Janes, she decides. Three for a penny. The resistant 53 sweetness that breaks open at last to deliver peanut butter – the oil and salt which 54 complement the sweet pull of caramel. A peal of anticipation unsettles her stomach. 55 She pulls off her shoe and takes out the three pennies. The grey head of Mr. 56 Yacobowski looms up over the counter. He urges his eyes out of his thoughts to 57 encounter her. Blue eyes. Blear-dropped. Slowly, like Indian summer moving 58 imperceptibly toward fall, he looks toward her. Somewhere between retina and 59 object, between vision and view, his eyes draw back, hesitate and hover. At some 60 fixed point in time and space he senses that he need not waste the effort of a glance. 61 He does not see her, because for him there is nothing to see. How can a fifty-two- 62 year-old white immigrant storekeeper with the taste of potatoes and beer in his 63 mouth, his mind honed on the doe-eyed Virgin Mary, his sensibilities blunted by a 64 permanent awareness of loss, see a little black girl? Nothing in his life even 65 suggested that the feat was possible, not to say desirable or necessary. Edited from Morrison, Toni. The Bluest Eye. Book of the Month Club, Inc 1998, pages 35-36.