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Answer the questions that follow each of the passages on the basis of the information contained in the respective passages.
To his patients he gave three-quarters of an hour; and if in this exacting science which has to do with what, after all, we know nothing about - the nervous system, the human brain - a doctor loses his sense of proportion, as a doctor he fails. Health we must have; and health is proportion; so that when a man comes into your room and says he is Christ (a common delusion), and has a message, as they mostly have, and threatens, as they often do, to kill himself, you invoke proportion; order rest in bed; rest in solitude; silence and rest; rest without friends, without books, without messages, six months' rest, until a man who went in weighing seven stone six comes out weighing twelve.
Proportion, divine proportion, Sir William's goddess, was acquired by Sir William, walking hospitals, catching salmon, begetting one son in Harley Street by Lady Bradshaw, who caught salmon herself and took photographs scarcely to be distinguished from the work of professionals. Worshipping proportion, Sir William not only prospered himself but made England prosper, secluded her lunatics, forbade childbirth, penalised despair, made it impossible for the unfit to propagate their views until they, too, shared his sense of proportion - his, if they were men, Lady Bradshaw's if they were women (she embroidered, knitted, spent four nights out of seven at home with her son), so that not only did his colleagues respect him, his subordinates fear him, but the friends and relations of his patients felt for him the keenest gratitude for insisting that these prophetic Christs and Christesses, who prophesied the end of the world, or the advent of God, should drink milk in bed, as Sir William ordered; Sir William with his thirty years' experience of these kinds of cases, and his infallible instinct. This is madness, this sense; his sense of proportion.
But proportion has a sister, less smiling; more formidable, a Goddess even now engaged - in the hear and sands of India, the mud and swamp of Africa, the purlieus of London, wherever in short the climate or the devil tempts men to fall from the true belief which is her own - in dashing down shrines, smashing idols and setting up in their place her own stern countenance. Conversion is her name and she feasts on the wills of the weakly, loving to impress, to impose, adoring her own features stamped on the face of the populace. At Hyde Park Corner on a tub she stands preaching; shrouds herself in white and walks penitentially disguised as brotherly love through factories and parliaments; offers help, but desires power; smites out of her way roughly the dissatisfied; bestows her blessings on those who, looking upward, catch submissively from her eyes the light of their own. This lady too (Rezia Warren Smith divined it) had her dwelling in Sir William's heart, though concealed, as she mostly is, under some plausible disguise; some venerable name; love, duty, self-sacrifice. How he would work - how toil to raise funds, propagate reforms, initiate institutions!
But conversion, fastidious Goddess, loves blood better than brick, and feasts most subtly on the human will. For example, Lady Bradshaw. Fifteen years ago she had gone under. It was nothing you would put your finger on; there had been no scene, no snap; only the slow sinking, waterlogged, of her will into his. Sweet was her smile, swift her submission; dinner in Harley Street, numbering eight or nine courses, feeding ten or fifteen guests of the professional classes, was smooth and urbane. Only as the evening wore on a very slight dullness, or uneasiness perhaps, a nervous twitch, fumble, stumble and confusion indicated, what it was really painful to believe that the poor lady lied. Once, long ago, she had caught salmon freely: now, quick to minister to the craving which lit her husband's eyes so oilily for dominion, for power, she cramped, squeezed, pared, pruned, drew back, peeped through; so that without knowing precisely what made the evening disagreeable, and caused this pressure on the top of the head (which might well be imputed to the professional conversion, or the fatigue of a great doctor whose life, Lady Bradshaw said, 'is not his own but his patient's'), disagreeable it was: so that guests, when the clock struck ten, breathed in the air of Harley Street even with rapture; which relief, however, was denied to his patients.
There in the grey room, with the pictures on the wall, and the valuable furniture, under the ground glass skylight they learn the extent of their transgressions; huddled up armchairs, they watched hum go through, for their benefit, a curious exercise with the arms, which he shot out, brought sharply back to his hip, to prove (if the patient was obstinate) that Sir William was master of his own actions, which the patient was not. There some weakly broke down; sobbed, submitted; others, inspired by Heaven knows what intemperate madness called Sir William to his face a damnable humbug; questioned, even more impiously, life itself. Why live they demanded, Sir William replied that life was good. Certainly Lady Bradshaw on ostrich feathers hung over the mantelpiece, and as for his income, it was over twelve thousand a year. But to us, they protested, life has given no such bounty. He acquiesced. They lacked a sense of proportion. And perhaps, after all, there is no God! He shrugged his
shoulders. In short this living or not living is an affair of our own. But there they were mistaken. Sir William had a friend in Surrey where the taught, that Sir William frankly admitted was a difficult art - a sense of proportion.
There were, moreover, family affection; honour; courage; and a brilliant career. All of these had in Sir William a resolute champion. If they failed, he had to support him police and the good of society, which, he remarked very quietly, would take care, down in Surrey, that these unsocial impulses, bred more than anything by the lack of good blood, were held in control. And then stole out from her hiding-place and mounted her throne that Goddess whose lust is to override opposition, to sump indelibly in the sanctuaries of others the image of herself. Nuked, defenceless, (he exhausted, the friendless received (he impress of Sir William's will. He swooped, devoured. He shut people up. It was this combination of decision and humanity that endeared Sir William so greatly to the relations of his victims.
1.
The Doctor's cure for the "common delusion" is
A] accompanied by an overpowering sense of discipline.
B] exemplary as it is humane.
C] to be taken with a pinch of salt.
D] crudely practical but for a good reason.
2.
According to the passage which of the following is true about Lady Bradshaw?
A] She is perceptive and insightful.
B] She has been able to resist succumbing under Dr. Bradshaw's pressure.
C] She is as much a victim of Dr. Bradshaw as his patients.
D] She is not a victim of Dr. Bradshaw like his patients are.
3.
Conversion is described as a goddess who
I. works insidiously.
II. has human follies.
III. works not through coercion but through collusion.
A] I and III only B] II and III only C] I and III only D] I, II and III|
4.
Which of the following is false as per the reality depicted and implied in the passage?
A] Proportionality and conversion are instruments of power.
B] The insane must be gently restored to sanity.
C] Any deviancy from the norm must conform, else perish.
D] Any deviancy from the norm is a horrific disease.
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04-10-2008, 10:00 PM
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now, looking back, i would rather suggest anyone not to ever try this strategy, cos it can backfire and backfire like anything.
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