When I started this journal, I was afraid of being diffuse; but now I am happy to have, from the beginning, stopped on every detail, because this castle, like all that one sees there and all that passes there, is so strange that I cannot m prevent me from feeling uncomfortable about it. I would like to get out – get out safe and sound! – or have never been there! It may be that watching like this every night will put a strain on my nerves; and again, if only that! Maybe I could bear this existence if at least I could talk to someone, but, lo and behold, there is absolutely no one except the count. However, if it is necessary to say the bottom of my thought, I am very afraid to be here the only soul which lives… Yes, if one allows me to expose the facts such as they are, that me will perhaps help to endure them with a little more patience, to put a brake on my imagination. Otherwise, I'm lost. The facts as they are, or at least as they seem to me… When I got into bed, I slept barely a few hours and, feeling that I could not go back to sleep, I got up. I had hung the little mirror in my kit on the strip1 of my window and I was beginning to shave when, suddenly, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and recognized the voice of the Count saying to me: “Hello! I jumped, very surprised not to have seen it coming, since, in the mirror, I could see the entire expanse of the room behind me reflected. In my startled move, I had cut myself slightly, which I didn't notice at the time. When I had answered the Count, I looked in the mirror again, trying to figure out how I could have been wrong. This time, there was no possible mistake, I knew that the man was very close to me; I only had to turn my head slightly to see him against my shoulder. And yet his image was not reproduced in the mirror! The whole room behind me was reflected in the mirror; but there was only one man there – the one who writes these lines. This astonishing fact, added to so many other mysteries, only accentuated the feeling of unease that I always feel when the count is around. But, at the same time, I noticed that I was bleeding a little in my chin. Putting down my razor, I half turned my head to search for a piece of cotton. When the Count saw my face, his eyes flashed with a kind of devilish fury, and suddenly he grabbed my throat.
C. An attempted explanation (4 points)
1- In lines 21 to 25, copy an expression between quotation marks which shows that the narrator
tries to analyze the event. (1 mark)
2- What does the narrator first believe? (1 mark)
3- Which adverb in line 24 shows the failure of its explanation? (1 mark)
4- So how would you qualify this event?
help me please it's for tomorrow morning
D. Aggression (3 points)
1- "He grabbed me by the throat. (l. 31): which word is subject of the verb? Which character does he replace
? Which word is COD of the verb? What character does he replace? (1 mark)
2- Reread the first paragraph. What does the narrator wish to do? Justify your answer
by noting a proposition containing a verb in the infinitive. (1 mark)
3- At the end of the first paragraph, is the narrator sure that he was assaulted?
Enter two words in quotation marks to justify your answer.
