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Read the following passages carefully and make notes or summarize.Did you ever have a small boy complain of having to hang about a railway station and wait for a train? No, for to him to be inside a railway station is to be inside a cavern of wonder and a palace of poetical pleasures. Because to him the red light and the green light on the signal are like a new sun and a new moon. Because to him when the wooden arm of the signal falls down suddenly, it is as if a great king had thrown down his staff as a signal and started a shrinking tournament of trains.I myself am of little boy’s, habit in this matter. They also serve who only stand and wait for the two fifteen. Their meditations may be full of rich and fruitful things. Many of the most purple hours of my life have been passed at Clapham junction. Which is now, I suppose, under water. I have been there in many moods so fixed any mystical that the water might well have come up to my waist, before I noticed it particularly. |
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Answer» Note making: Mystical Pleasure Children happy – waiting for train – not bored – cavern of wonder – poetic pleasure – red and green signals – sun and moon – wooden signal staff- akin to king’s scepter – controlling the flow – tournament of trains – The author like Milton – waits and serves – purple hours of youth – Railway station – now under water gets lost – waist deep in water – undergo same mystical pleasures. OR Summary: Rough draft A small boy never complains to wait for a train. To him, a railway station is a place of wonder and a palace of poetical pleasure. The red light and green light are like a new sun and a moon. The wooden arm is like a staff of king. The author also has the same feeling. He spent many of his purple hours at Clapham Junction. He visits the shot remembering the past. Fair draft: A small boy never complains to wait for a train. To him, a railway station is a place of wonder and a palace of poetical pleasure. The red light .and green light are like a new sun and a moon. The wooden arm is like a staff of a king. The author also has the same feeling. He spent many of his purple hours at Clapham Junction which is now under water. Under nostalgia, the author is lost in mystical thoughts in waist-deep water. |
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