Against the Wall

Ireland. -the lead singer’s name is Bono. He’s well-known because he has won the nobel price for his commitment against poverty and starvation in developing countries. He’s also a human right activist. -This song was written in 1982, ten years after the event “Bloody Sunday” which took place in Londonderry, a catholic town in the North of Ireland, a catholic town in majority whereas the rest of North Ireland is protestant. -A peaceful demonstration was organised on a Sunday for the respect of

him, was standing the most horrible ghost. It had a large head with no hair on it, and a fat round face with a deathly smile across its open mouth. A red light burned like a fire inside its open mouth and behind both its eyes. Its great body was hidden under a long shroud, and it carried a large piece of paper with strange writing on it. The Canterville ghost did not wait to read it. He was too frightened. When you see your first ghost, you don't stop to talk, you turn and run so the Canterville ghost

140 pts 1. Identify the two types of narrative used in the extract and justify each with a short quotation. 6 pts A first person narrative "I have good news...”/ a diary 3 pts (2 + 1) A third person narrative. "Daniel placed his biro..." 3 pts (2 + 1) 2. Explain the use of the italics in the first paragrap 4 pts The italics underline the fact that we're reading Daniel's diary / They are used to differentiate the two types of narrative

believe the news today. Oh, I can't close my eyes. And make it go away »Le groupe a été choqué par les événements du Bloody Sunday ; ils ne pouvaient pas y croire lorsqu'ils en ont entendu parler dans les médias mais ne pouvaient pas chasser les images de leur esprit. « This is not a rebel song. This song is Sunday Bloody Sunday »Ces vers annoncent la volonté du groupe de ne pas entraîner plus de violences, mais de faire la paix. « Broken bottles under children's feet. Bodies strewn across the dead

In the Orchard Miranda slept in the orchard, lying in a long chair beneath the apple-tree. Her book had fallen into the grass, and her finger still seemed to point at the sentence “Ce pays est vraiment un des coins du monde où le rire des filles éclate le mieux…” as if she had fallen asleep just there. The opals on her finger flushed green, flushed rosy, and again flushed orange as the sun, oozing through the apple-trees, filled them. Then, when the breeze blew, her purple dress rippled like

to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment ». Introduction Torture is a serious violation of human rights and is strictly prohibited by international law. As the use of torture strikes at the very heart of civil and political freedoms, it was one of the first issues dealt with by the United Nations (UN) in its development of human rights standards. One of its earliest measures was to abolitish corporal punishment in colonial territories in 1949. International law prohibits

believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song How long, how long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight... Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up Puts my back up against the wall [Refrain] : Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won The trench

I worked on jobs with my feet and my hand J'ai travaillé sur des emplois avec mes pieds et ma main But all the work I did was for the other man   Mais tout le travail que j'ai fait était pour l'autre homme Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves  Maintenant, nous exigeons une chance de faire des choses pour nous-mêmes We're tired of beatin' our head against the wall  Nous sommes fatigués de frapper notre tête contre le mur And workin' for someone else  Et travailler pour quelqu'un

girl. Lizzie (small for Elizabeth). She said she had seen me in the college bar. I did not want to tell she is mistaken. I do not go to the bar. It is not like home. People do not say hello and offer drinks. They look at me and talk in each others ears. But all that is finished. I will tell from the beginning. I was in the café drinking hot chocolate. A treat (new word) for getting an A in my essay on farming. Mad cow is not funny. The teacher liked that, she said I had a good 'grasp' on English humour

L’extrait que j’ai choisi est le suivant : I can't believe the news today I can't close my eyes and make it go away How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? Tonight we can be as one Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across a dead end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall Je ne peux pas croire les informations aujourd’hui Je ne peux même pas fermer les yeux et faire disparaître tout ça Combien de temps