second year. Third tranche. A. Cohesion.
Remember that we have recognized two cohesive resources: ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ................ But beyond having these resources, an issuer can also elide the words to avoid unnecessary repetition of the same. For example: "Martin is at the club, Javier, at home." The comma replace the verb "is" intentionally been elided. In this resource is called "ellipsis". Apply
ellipsis in rewriting the following snippet.
"According to Aristotle gender characters are epic mimesis of actions and characters of noble and heroic status. The epic is presented with a unique rhythm. This production is presented with the same verse or stanza series over long runs. The Iliad and the Odyssey are good examples of Greek literature. The Aeneid is an example of Latin literature. "
Replace this time the words that are repeated for various operations. Indicated in each case the procedure performed.
The woman was holding the woman a letter, a letter was sent to the woman the mother of the woman. Shaken by the letter conveying the terror of women. The woman knew that the letter did not bring good news to women.
Make a picture now with the types of connectors: copulative, disjunctive, adversative consecutive. Use these connectors to connect those ideas in pairs: "Increasingly more polar bears are dying / not disclosed the topic / global warming advances / Climate change is a serious problem / This will affect polar bears / global warming will reduce Ice / The researchers warned. "
remember: To have both a reader and a listener can understand a text, it must appear cohesive. This means: in the text, every idea, every sentence should be presented in an organized manner. Operations to establish the dependency between words or constructions in the text can be synonymy, paraphrase, ellipsis, pronominal forms and connection. With the help of the teacher, the following texts recognize in such operations.
Text 1:
"A mid-fifteenth century, birthplace of Christopher Columbus, ocean whom his extensive knowledge of navigation and cartography, including knowledge, enabled him to conceive the project from Europe voyage to the West and come to Asia . The theoretical basis that he argued was the sphericity of the earth, the uniqueness the ocean and the dimensions of the Globe. The English kings had delayed the project Columbian but Spain had defeated the Moors, so that was expected to leave the men there that would expand the domain of Christianity in the lands of infidels. This and the project of conquest and colonization that came after the arrival of Columbus in the brand new continent, initiate racial mixing in America, although many years would pass before he finally was accepted integration and assimilation of races and cultures. On October 12, 1492 Christopher Columbus unknowingly starred in one of the most important events in history. After their arrival in America was nothing like it on earth. It opened new horizons for the conquest and colonization of the lands discovered, and the powers that won the seas also won land. Modern historians prefer to speak of "Encounter of Two Worlds" and not "Discovery", because America also contributed much to the growth and development of Europe. "
Text # 2.
"Near the village where they live and Harold Edmond, there is one old and sinister. All accounts strange stories about a witch who lives among the trees, but most think that is nonsense. However, returning to collect legends force, some think they see shapes moving in the forest or along the river, others say they have seen eyes shining through the snow. Is there something that Edmond and Harold can do to clarify these strange happenings? "(Text taken from the back of the book Honaker, Michel.
the witch noon . Bs, Pitcher Editors. 1995)
Text No. 3
The Sylphs, Zephyrs also called, are the elementals of air. They are spirits who have their kingdom in the winds, breezes, gusts, eddies, etc. Each one is different according to its manifestation, take strange forms, and are constantly present, even in the days not seem to move even a single drop of air.
The nature of them is usually very friendly, except some times when leaders take the lead in the air and can cause major disasters. Are very changeable and friendship with them avoid many problems. There are four different kinds of wind and potential, ie according to the character they have at the moment. The northern hemisphere winds are inversely against the winds of the southern hemisphere, for example, in the southern hemisphere, the northerly winds are hot and humid, they come from hot areas and southerly winds are deadly cold, because they come Antarctica.
happens in the northern hemisphere backwards. But these basic are present around the globe and in recent years may be angry because human actions have harmed the planet a little trouble transferring to other dimensions or releasing forces that they themselves knew they could use. This is the same in the other kingdoms, both in the water, as in fire and earth.
B.
reading comprehension 1. Edgar Allan Poe, "Black Cat"
neither expect nor ask anyone to believe the strange yet simple story that I write. Would be completely crazy to wait, because my senses reject their evidence. But I'm not crazy, and I know that this is not a dream. Mañana voy a morir, y quiero de alguna forma aliviar mi alma. Mi intención inmediata consiste en poner de manifiesto simple y llanamente y sin comentarios una serie de episodios domésticos.
Las consecuencias de estos episodios me han aterrorizado, me han torturado y, por fin, me han destruido. Pero no voy a explicarlos. Si para mí han sido horribles, para otros resultarán menos espantosos que barroques. En el futuro, quizá aparezca alguien cuya inteligencia reduzca mis fantasmas a lugares comunes, una inteligencia más tranquila, más lógica y mucho menos excitable que la mía, capaz de ver en las circunstancias que voy a describir con miedo una simple sucesión de causas y efectos naturales.
Desde la children excelled in obedience and goodness of character. The tenderness of heart was so large as to become an object of ridicule for my teammates. I liked, so singular, animals, and my parents allowed me to have a very wide range. He spent most of my time with them and I never felt so happy as when I was feeding and stroking. This character trait was growing with me and when I reached adulthood, I provided one of the greatest pleasures. Who has ever felt affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need not bother to explain the nature or intensity of satisfaction received. There is something in the generous and selfless love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of which has often proven false friendship and gossamer fidelity of man.
I married young and had the joy of my wife with my own. When he saw that I liked pets, lost no opportunity to provide the most enjoyable. We had birds, fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey and a cat. The latter was a beautiful animal, very large, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing. When it came to his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was quite superstitious, frequently alluded to the ancient popular notion that all black cats were witches in disguise. I do not want believe that it seriously, and I mention the matter because I just remember it. Pluto, as it was called the cat was my favorite and my comrade. I alone fed him, and he followed me home everywhere. I even found it difficult to stop him my steps down the street.
Our friendship lasted for several years, during which my temperament and my character, because the demon Intemperance (and I wear red to admit it), had altered radically. Every day I grew more irritable, moody and indifferent to others' feelings. He even using harsh words with my wife, and ended up resorting to physical violence. Of course, my favorites also felt the change in my character.
not only neglected, but I got hurt. However, towards Pluto felt enough respect to refrain from abuse, which he did with the rabbits, monkeys and even the dog, when by accident or affection, they came in my way. But my condition worsened, then, what illness can be compared with alcohol? - And at length even Pluto, who was beginning to be old and, therefore, irritable, began to suffer the consequences of my bad mood.
One night, returning home drunk, after one of my wanderings through the center of the city, it seemed that the cat avoided my presence. I grabbed him and, frightened by my violence, I bit his hand slightly. Instantly I was seized with a fury of hell and no longer knew what he was doing. It was as if the root of my soul is separated from a body blow, and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-fed, thrilled every fiber of my being. I drew from his waistcoat pocket a penknife, opened it, still holding the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately took out an eye. I get redder than a tomato, I feel ashamed, I tremble as I write so reprehensible atrocity.
When I turned right to the morning, when sleep had dissipated the fumes the orgy night, I felt the horror mingled with remorse, for the crime he was guilty, but it was only a feeble and equivocal feeling, and did not touch my soul. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory of what happened.
The cat while improving slowly. The basin of the lost eye presented a frightful appearance, but the animal appeared to suffer no longer. He went about as usual, by the house, although, as can be expected, fled in terror at my approach. I had enough of my old way of being to feel aggrieved by this evident dislike of an animal that once had loved me so much. But that feeling soon gave to irritation. And then came to my final and irrevocable defeat, the spirit of perversity. The philosophy takes no account of this spirit. However, I am so sure that my soul lives that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart ... one of the indivisible primary faculties, one of the emotions that drive the character of man. Who has not, a hundred times himself at times when he committed a stupid or evil for the simple reason that they should not? Is there in us a permanent trend, which confronts us with common sense, to violate that which is the law for the simple fact of being (exist)?
This spirit of perverseness, as I said in my final overthrow. And was this unfathomable longing of the soul itself vejarse violence to its nature, to do evil for evil's sake, he pushed me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted on the innocent animal. One morning, in cold blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it on the branch of a tree, hung as tears welled in her eyes and with the bitterest remorse at my heart twisted, hung it because I remembered had wanted to and because I was sure I had not reason to kill him hung it I knew that by doing so, committed a sin, a mortal sin that would jeopardize my soul to take, if this were possible, beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of God most merciful and most terrible.
the night the day I committed this cruel act woke me up screaming "Fire!" The clothes on my bed was a flame, and the whole house was blazing. With great difficulty we were able to escape the fire, my wife, a servant, and myself. Everything was destroyed. My worldly possessions were lost and since then I had no choice but to resign.
not fall into the weakness to establish a cause and effect between the disaster and the criminal action I made. I simply detailing a chain of events, and I will not let loose any link. The day after the fire, I visited the ruins. All walls, except one, had collapsed. The one left standing was a partition, not very thick, located in the center of the house, and against which previously supported the head of my bed. The plaster of the wall had withstood the action of fire, which I attributed to its recent implementation. A dense crowd had gathered around this wall and several people seemed to be examining some of the same carefully and thoroughly. The words 'strange!, Curious,' and others like me curious. Al get closer I saw that the white surface, engraved in relief, appeared the figure of a gigantic cat. The outline was truly extraordinary clarity. There was a rope around the neck of the animal.
Upon discovering this apparition, and he could not regard it as "the wonder and terror dominated me. But the thought came to my aid. I remembered that he had hanged the cat in a garden adjoining the house. When the fire alarm occurred, people immediately invaded the garden, someone had to cut the rope and throw the cat in my room through the open window. No doubt they had tried and waking. The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the newly whitewashed plaster, as lime, along with the action of the flames and the ammonia from the carcass, had seen the image now.
Although these explanations, was satisfied my reason, but not my conscience, for the amazing fact that I just described, what happened was deeply impressed my imagination. For months I could not get rid of the ghost cat, and in that time dominated my mind a sentiment report, which seemed, but was not, remorse. I even regret the loss of cat and to seek, in the filthy dens usually frequented, for another animal of the same species and similar appearance, which could take their place.
One night, half drunk, I was in a foul tavern, and I noticed something black sitting in one of the large barrels of gin, which constituted the principal furniture of the place. For several minutes he had been staring at the barrel and I was surprised not sooner perceived the presence of black spot on top. I approached him and touched his hand. It was a black cat, a very large cat, as big as Pluto and exactly like this one, except for one detail. Pluto had not a white hair on the body, but this cat had a white spot as large as indefinite, covering his entire chest.
Al caress, rose then began to purr loudly, rubbed against my hand, and appeared delighted with my troubles. He had found the animal was looking for. Immediately offered to buy the bartender, but he said it was not his and that he had not seen before and knew nothing of the cat.
I kept stroking the cat and when I would go home, the animal was willing to accompany me. I let him do so, stopping again and again to bend down and pet him. When he was at home, got used at once and soon became the favorite of my wife.
For my part, I suddenly felt that arose in me a dislike to the animal. Exactly the opposite of what I had expected, but, without being able to justify how or why, his obvious affection for me disgusted and annoyed me. Slowly these feelings of disgust and annoyance became the bitterness of hatred. He tried not to meet with the animal, a sense of shame and the memory of my cruelty I refrain from causing damage. For a few weeks did not hit him or was the victim of my violence, but gradually, very gradually, I came to feel an inexpressible disgust for him and to flee silently from its odious presence, as if a plague outbreak.
What probably helped to increase my hatred towards the animal was discovered, the morning after brought home, that cat, like Pluto, had no eye. Yet it was precisely this circumstance that made him more pleasing to the eyes of my wife, who, as I said, possessed in high degree, humanitarian sentiments that were once my distinguishing trait, and the source of my pure and simple pleasures .
cat's affection towards me seemed to increase in proportion to my aversion to him. It followed my footsteps with a stubbornness that I would find it difficult to convey to the reader. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I put a walk, get between my feet and so, almost made me fall, or fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress and thus climbed up to my chest. In those moments, but they would remove it from a blow, I felt completely paralyzed by the memory of my past crime, but above all, and I admit here, by a terrible fear of the animal.
This dread was not exactly afraid of a physical illness, and yet, I can not define it differently. I am almost ashamed to admit, yes, even in this criminal cell, I am almost ashamed to admit that the horror, the horror I was causing that animal was fed by one of the most foolish chimera it was possible to conceive. More than once my wife had called attention to the shape of the spot of white hair, which I have spoken, and which constituted the only difference between this strange animal and I had killed. The reader will remember that this mark, although it was large, had been originally very indefinite, but gradually, almost imperceptibly my reason had to fight for a long time to reject as fanciful, the stain was clearly becoming rigorous in its contours. Now it represented something that makes me shiver when I name-and so hated, feared, and I would have fought the monster had I dared to do, "representing, say, the image of a perfectly dreadful, sinister ... The image of the gallows! Oh, mournful and terrible engine of horror and crime, agony and death!
And then I felt more miserable than all the miseries of the world combined. To think that a beast, whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed, a beast was capable of producing such agony so unbearable for me, a man created in the image and likeness of God! Oh, day or night and I could enjoy the blessing of the rest! By day, the animal would not let me a moment alone, and at night I woke up feeling horrible dream startled by the fiery breath of the thing in my face and its vast weight-incarnate nightmare that I could not shake off incumbent eternally- on my heart.
Under the oppression of these torments, succumbed what little I had left for good. Evil thoughts only of my privacy, the most twisted, most evil of thoughts. Habitual sadness of my bad mood went on to become hatred of everything that was around me and all mankind, and my wife, who never complained about anything, became the most popular and patients who suffer from the sudden and frequent uncontrolled explosions of rage to which I left.
One day, a chore, accompanied me to the basement of the old building which our poverty compelled us to live. The cat followed me down the stairs and I almost fall on his head, so I panicked about to go crazy. Raising an ax and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish fears which had hitherto stayed my hand, threw a punch that would have caused instant death of the animal if they have been achieved. But the hand of my wife stopped the coup. His speech filled me with a rage more than demoniacal, I let go of her grasp and buried the hatchet in the head. He fell dead at my feet, without a whimper.
finished the horrific murder, I went in cold blood urgently the task of concealing the body. Knew I could not get him out of house, day or night, without running the risk that the neighbors see me. It I came up with several ideas. For a moment I cut up the corpse and burn it to pieces. Then I dig a grave in the basement floor. Then considered whether attention should throw him well in the yard, or put it in a box, like commodities, and with normal procedures, and call a porter to remove it from the house. Finally, I found what I thought was the best resource. I decided to wall up in the cellar, as it is said that the monks of the medieval walled up their victims.
The basement was paid well for this purpose. The walls were a little resistant material, and were freshly plastered with a layer of plaster moisture environment had not left to harden. Furthermore, in one of the walls was a projection, a fake fireplace, which had been filled so as to appear to the rest of the basement. Without any doubt could easily remove the bricks from this point, insert the corpse, and plug the hole as before, so that no eye could detect anything suspicious. I was not mistaken in my calculations. With a lever easily took the bricks and then carefully placing the body against the inner wall, I stayed in that position while putting the bricks back in their original form after attempting mortar, sand and sow a carefully prepared plaster, which differed from the above, and carefully reverse the brickwork. After the task, I was satisfied that everything had been fine. The wall did not show the slightest sign of any tampering. Soil picked the smaller debris. And triumphant looked around and I said, "Here, at least, I have not worked in vain"
The next step was to look for the beast that had caused so much misfortune, because I finally decided to kill her. If at that time the cat had appeared before me, have been sealed his fate, but, apparently, the wily animal, alarmed by the violence of my first fit of anger, was careful not to appear until I pass my bad mood. It is impossible to describe or imagine the deep and happy sense of relief that the absence of the hated animal brought to my chest. Did not appear that night, and thus for the first time since his arrival at the house, I soundly and tranquilly, aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul.
passed the second and third day and did not return my tormentor. Once again I breathed as a free man. The terrified monster had fled the premises forever! Do not see him again! Great was my joy, and guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. Did some research, which took me a long answer. Even recorded the house, but naturally not found anything. He felt that I had secured my future happiness.
the fourth day after the murder, a group of policemen entered the house unexpectedly and proceeded again to a rigorous inspection. Sure that my cache was unreadable, I felt the slightest concern. The officers asked me to accompany him on his record. Left no corner or cache without checking. In the end, for the third or fourth time down to the basement. I trembled not a muscle. My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I paced back and forth from the basement. He had crossed his arms over his chest and was quietly back and forth. The police were totally satisfied and prepared to leave. The joy of my heart was too strong to be suppressed. Longed to say, at least, a word as evidence of success and doubly sure their assurance of my innocence.
"Gentlemen," I said at last, when the party ascended the steps, I'm glad to have allayed your suspicions.
I wish you happiness and a little more courtesy. By the way, gentlemen, this house is very well built ...
(In my rabid desire to say something naturally, I was not aware of my words.). I may say an excellently well constructed house. These walls ... You already are you going, gentlemen? ... these walls are very solid.
And then, driven by the frenzy of my bravado, I rapped heavily with the cane in his hand on the brick wall behind which lay the corpse of the wife of my soul.
may God shield and deliver me from the clutches of arch-fiend! Just had stopped the echo of my punches, and a voice answered from inside the tomb. A groan, muffled and choppy at first, like the sobbing of a child, and then grew rapidly into a long, sharp and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman, a howl, a plaintive cry, a mixture of horror and triumph, can only arise as hell throat of the damned in their agony and demons rejoicing in sentencing.
talk about what I thought at that time is crazy. Dam of vertigo, I staggered to the opposite wall. For an instant the party upon the stairs was paralyzed by the dreadful terror. Then, a dozen stout arms were toiling at the wall that fell off a coup. The corpse, already decayed and clotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the spectators. Above his head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had taken me to murder an informer whose voice gave me the executioner now. Had walled the monster the grave!
Answer:
1) Why does the narrator does not expect the reader to believe what is going to write?
2) How does the narrator is the story that is going to write?
3) What are the intentions of the narrator to write his story?
4) In the second paragraph are three absolute times, past, present and future. What can we infer about the existence of the narrator? Transcribe the words that identify the three phases mentioned above.
5) According to the narrator, what is going to describe fear?
6) In the third paragraph, what time and remember aspects of your life?
7) How continued the narrator's life? What said the happy wife of the narrator?
8) What was the narrator's favorite pet and what features were you?
9) As the years passed, what happened, according to himself, the narrator?
10) What the narrator suffering from disease? How was his wife and animals in the house?
11) Who was the only one so far spared the physical violence of the narrator?
12) What happened when the narrator was completely drunk one night?
13) How do you feel the narrator writes while he had done?
14) How did you feel the day after the fact the narrator? How to continue your life?
15) How the narrator continued relationship with the cat?
16) The narrator says that appeared in his mind the feeling of evil. What does it mean?
17) How perversely defined its narrator with the cat?
18) The narrator gives several reasons why they killed his cat. List these whys.
19) Why do you think the narrator justifies his crime?
20) What happened the night the day he committed the crime? What happened, according to the narrator with his worldly goods?
21) What was or thought he saw the narrator on the surface of one wall was left without collapsing after the fire?
22) What are the possible explanations the narrator tries to be with respect to the emergence of the figure on the wall jack?
23) What things the narrator attempts to escape the ghost of the cat and remorse?
24) What happened to the narrator a night in a pub half drunk?
25) Once the new cat in the house of the narrator, what feelings it appeared about the cat?
26) What was the new cat disability?
27) As time passed, what was the narrator's feelings towards the cat and what the animal's behavior toward his master?
28) What can we deduce from the words of the narrator when he says: "I am almost ashamed to admit, yes, even in this criminal cell, I am almost ashamed to admit that the horror, the horror that I caused this animal was powered by one of the most foolish fancies it was possible to conceive?
29) What is the significance of the white spot on the cat?
30) How were the nightmares that tormented the narrator?
31) What happened when the narrator wanted to achieve with ax the cat in the basement?
32) What happened to the narrator's wife, who had accompanied him to a chore in the basement?
33) What were the ideas that occurred to the narrator to rid the body of the woman?
34) Finally, by what action is decided?
35) What happened on the fourth day of the murder?
36) What happened when a visit to the police, the teller hit the wall with his stick?
37) How the story ends?
38) Discuss about the following reflection of the narrator "There is in us a permanent trend, which confronts us with common sense, to violate that which is the law for the simple fact of being (exist)?
2. Horacio Quiroga, "Wild Honey"
I have in East Falls two cousins, and men today, that his twelve years as a result of deep readings of Jules Verne, in the rich company gave leaving home to go to live Mt. This is two miles from the city. They would live primarily by hunting and fishing. It is true that the two boys were not particularly agreed to carry guns or hooks, but anyway, the forest was there with his freedom as a source of joy and its dangers as a charm. Unfortunately, the second day were found by those who sought. They were quite amazed yet not a little weak, and to the astonishment of his younger brothers, also started in July Verne knew walking on two feet and still remember the speech.
The adventure of the two Robinson, however, was perhaps more formal as a theater to have had another forest least Sunday. The loopholes have been here in Misiones to unforeseen limits, and it dragged Gabriel Benincasa pride in their stromboot. Benincasa, having completed his studies in public accounting, fulminant felt desire to know the life of the jungle. It was driven by his temperament, rather it was a boy Benincasa peaceful, chubby and pink face, because of their excellent health. Consequently, sane enough to prefer tea with milk and biscuits to who knows what hellish meal random forest. But just as the bachelor who was always wise to think of his duty, on the eve of his wedding, saying goodbye to the free life with a night of revelry in composed of friends, likewise wished to honor his life Benincasa oiled with two or three shocks intense life. And for this reason the Paraná dating back to a mill, with its famous stromboot. Current
had just left his stout shoes boots, because the alligators and the heated side view. But despite this public accountant took good care of your shoes, avoiding scratches and dirty contacts. Thus came to the workshop of his godfather, and when did it contain the ease of his godson.
- Where you going now? Had asked surprised.
-Al mountain, I want to ride a bit, "said Benincasa, who had just hung the Winchester to his shoulder.
- but unhappy! 're Not going to take a step. Follow the trail, if you want ... Or better leave that gun and tomorrow I will be accompanied by a pawn. Benincasa
resigned his ride. However, it was up to the edge of the forest and stopped. Vaguely tried to step in, and stood still. Then he put his hands on pocket and peered at this inextricable tangle, whistling air weakly truncated. After seeing the forest back and forth, returned very disappointed.
The next day, however, ran the dive center for about a mile, and though his gun back asleep, Benincasa regretted not walking.
The beasts come gradually. They reached the second night, though in a somewhat singular character. Benincasa was fast asleep, when he was awakened by his sponsor.
- Hey, sleepy head! Arise will eat you alive. Benincasa
suddenly sat up in bed, stunned by the light de los tres faroles de viento que se movían de un lado a otro en la pieza. Su padrino y dos peones regaban el piso.
—¿Qué hay, qué hay?—preguntó echándose al suelo.
—Nada... Cuidado con los pies... La corrección.
Benincasa había sido ya enterado de las curiosas hormigas a que llamamos corrección. Son pequeñas, negras, brillantes y marchan velozmente en ríos más o menos anchos. Son esencialmente carnívoras. Avanzan devorando todo lo que encuentran a su paso: arañas, grillos, alacranes, sapos, víboras y a cuanto ser no puede resistirles. No hay animal, por grande y fuerte que sea, que no haya de ellas.
Su entrada en una casa supone la exterminación total of all living, for there is a corner or deep hole where no precipitate devouring river. The dogs howl, the oxen low and is forced to leave the house, in exchange for being eaten away in ten hours to the skeleton. Stay in one place one, two, up to five days, according to his riches in insects, meat or fat. Once devoured everything, they leave.
not resist, however, the creosote or similar drugs, and as in the mill abounds that, within an hour the house was free of the correction. Benincasa
watched closely, in feet, pale with a bite plate.
- They bite very hard, really! Surprised said, raising his head his godfather.
This, for whom the observation no longer had any value, not answered, welcoming, however, have contained the invasion time. Benincasa resumed sleep, but a start all night tropical nightmares.
The next day he went to the mountain, this time with a machete, he had concluded to understand that this tool will be on the mountain far more useful than the rifle.
It is true that his pulse was wonderful, and his success, much less. But anyway I could bucking the branches, whipping his face and cut the boots, all in one.
Mount twilight and quiet as soon tired. Gave him the impression, accurate otherwise, a scenario seen during the day. From the bustling tropical life at that time no more than the theater ice cream, or an animal or a bird, not a sound almost. Benincasa became a dull buzz when he was struck. Ten feet away, in a hollow tree, tiny bees haloed the entrance hole. Approached with caution and seen in the bottom of the opening ten or twelve balls dark, the size of an egg.
"This is honey" said the certified public accountant with deep greed. Should be wax bags full of honey ... But between him and sachets Benincasa, were the bees. After a moment of rest, thought the fire lifted una buena humareda. La suerte quiso que mientras el ladrón acercaba cautelosamente la hojarasca húmeda, cuatro o cinco abejas se posaran en su mano, sin picarlo. Benincasa cogió una en seguida, y oprimiéndole el abdomen, constató que no tenía aguijón. Su saliva, ya liviana, se clarifico en melífica abundancia. ¡Maravillosos y buenos animalitos! En un instante el contador desprendió las bolsitas de cera, y alejándose un buen trecho para escapar al pegajoso contacto de las abejas, se sentó en un raigón. De las doce bolas, siete contenían polen. Pero las restantes estaban llenas de miel, una miel oscura, de sombría transparencia, que Benincasa paladeó golosamente. Sabía distintamente something. Why? The counter could not say. Perhaps a fruit resin or eucalyptus. And for the same reason, had left a vague thick honey rough. More what perfume, instead!
Benincasa, once so sure of that five bags will be useful, began. His idea was simple: be suspended over his mouth dripping honeycomb. But as honey was thick, had to enlarge the hole, after spending half a minute with his mouth open unnecessarily. Then the groups appeared, tapering in heavy thread to the language of the counter.
One after another, the five combs and emptied into the mouth of Benincasa. It was useless to prolong the suspension, and much more to go over the globes exhausted, had to resign. Meanwhile, the position held his head high I had a bit dizzy. Heavy honey, still and eyes open, Benincasa mount again considered crepuscular. Trees and soil were taking bids for other oblique, and his head was accompanied by the swaying of the landscape. "Funny
dizziness ... Thought the counter. The worst thing is ...
Getting up and trying to take a step, he had been forced to fall back on the trunk. He felt his body with lead, especially the legs, as if they were hugely swollen. And the guys feet and tingled.
- is very rare, very rare, very rare! Benincasa was repeated stupidly, without scanning, however, the reason for this rarity. As if ants ... Correction, "he concluded. And suddenly
breathing was cut short, terror.
- must be honey! ... It is poisonous! ... I'm poisoned!
And a second attempt to enter, he ruffled the hair of terror had been unable to even move. Now the feeling tingling lead and went up to her waist. For a while the horror of dying there, miserably alone, away from her mother and her friends, her self-conscious all means of defense.
- I'm going to die now! ... By the a while I'll die! ... I can not move your hand! ... In his panic
found, however, had no fever or sore throat, and heart and lungs kept their normal pace. His anguish changed shape.
- I'm paralyzed, the paralysis! And I'm not going to find! ... But a visible
drowsiness began to seize it, leaving intact its powers, to that sickness was racing. Thought and noted that the oscillating floor turned black and stirring rapidly. Again rose to the memory of the correction, and in his mind was set as a supreme anguish that the possibility of invading the black ground ...
forces had yet to pull out that last fear, and suddenly screamed, a real scream at the man's voice recovers the tone of the terrified child, climbing up her legs a precipitate river of black ants. Around him
consuming correction darkened the ground, and the counter felt, however low the underpants, the river rose carnivorous ants.
His godfather finally found two days later, without a particle of meat, clothing skeleton covered Benincasa. The correction still lurking there, and bags of wax, lit enough.
is not uncommon for wild honey have these properties narcotic or stun, but it is found. The flowers that nature abound in the tropics, and already know of honey complaint in most cases their condition, so he left a eucalyptus resin that seemed to feel Benincasa.
1) In what area do things happen?
2) What is the relationship between the narrator and the person or the players?
3) How old the men were to live in the woods?
4) When they were found and how they were?
5) Why did it fail the adventure of the two boys?
6) What was the profession of Gabriel Benincasa?
7) What Benincasa was the eve of his wedding?
8) What were the famous stromboot?
9) Where do you want to go Benincasa and what he told his godfather?
10) What did Benincasa to the warning of the sponsor with respect to the mountain?
11) "Despite the dive tour center and not spending anything, how you felt Benincasa?
12) What was the correction?
13) What Benincasa had heard about the fix?
14) What happened to Benincasa when he went to the woods and accompanied by what?
15) What did one bee to find that he had no sting?
16) In twelve bags, how many contain honey and what he looked like?
17) What did sachets containing honey?
18) What happened to Benincasa after eating honey?
19) Why Benincasa felt his body tingle from the bottom to the waist?
20) What were the feelings and pains felt Benincasa?
21) How I found two days later, his godfather?
22) In the last paragraph, the narrator attempts to give a scientific explanation about the properties of wild honey. Explain in your own words, without repeating the expressions of the narrator same.
