2006B FRQ #2
Post date: Jan 24, 2014 8:54:35 PM
(Suggested time—40 minutes. This question counts as one-third of the total essay section score.)
Read the passage below, which comes from a nineteenth-century novel. Then, in a well-developed essay, discuss how the narrator’s style reveals his attitudes toward the people he describes.
Gentlefolks in general have a very awkward rock
ahead in life—the rock ahead of their own idleness.
Their lives being, for the most part, passed in looking
about them for something to do, it is curious to see—
5 especially when their tastes are of what is called the
intellectual sort—how often they drift blindfold into
some nasty pursuit. Nine times out of ten they take to
torturing something, or to spoiling something—and
they firmly believe they are improving their minds,
10 when the plain truth is, they are only making a mess
in the house. I have seen them (ladies, I am sorry to
say, as well as gentlemen) go out, day after day, for
example, with empty pill-boxes, and catch newts, and
beetles, and spiders, and frogs, and come home and
15 stick pins through the miserable wretches, or cut them
up, without a pang of remorse, into little pieces. You
see my young master, or my young mistress, poring
over one of the spider’s insides with a magnifying-
glass; . . . and when you wonder what this cruel
20 nastiness means, you are told that it means a taste in
my young master or my young mistress for natural
history. Sometimes, again, you see them occupied for
hours together in spoiling a pretty flower with pointed
instruments, out of a stupid curiosity to know what
25 the flower is made of. Is its colour any prettier, or its
scent any sweeter, when you do know? But there! the
poor souls must get through the time, you see—they
must get through the time. You dabbled in nasty mud,
and made pies, when you were a child; and you
30 dabble in nasty science, and dissect spiders, and spoil
flowers, when you grow up. In the one case and in the
other, the secret of it is, that you have got nothing to
think of in your poor empty head, and nothing to do
with your poor idle hands. And so it ends in your
35 spoiling canvas with paints, and making a smell in
the house; or in keeping tadpoles in a glass box full
of dirty water, and turning everybody’s stomach in
the house; or in chipping off bits of stone here, there,
and everywhere, and dropping grit into all the victuals
40 in the house; or in staining your fingers in the pursuit
of photography, and doing justice without mercy on
everybody’s face in the house. It often falls heavy
enough, no doubt, on people who are really obliged
to get their living, to be forced to work for the clothes
45 that cover them, the roof that shelters them, and the
food that keeps them going. But compare the hardest
day’s work you ever did with the idleness that splits
flowers and pokes its way into spiders’ stomachs, and
thank your stars that your head has got something it
50 must think of, and your hands something that they
must do.