Around the World in Eighty Days

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old

time-consuming methods of going on foot or on horseback; now fast steamboats

are found on the Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines

joining the main line at many points on its route, crosses the peninsula in

three days. This railway does not run in a straight line across India. The

distance between Bombay and Calcutta, as the crow flies, is only around one

thousand miles, but the winding of the track increases the distance by more

than a third.

The passengers of the Mongolia went ashore at 4.30 pm;

at exactly 8 pm the train would leave for Calcutta. Mr Fogg, after bidding

farewell to his cards partners, left the steamer, gave his servant several

errands to do, urged him to be at the station promptly at eight, and headed for

the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay - its famous city hall, its

splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues,

Armenian churches and the noble pagoda on Malabar Hill- he didn't care a bit

about seeing them.

After completing his business, Phileas Fogg returned

to the railway station for

dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the

landlord especially recommended a certain “native rabbit”, on which he prided

himself. Mr Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce,

found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and asked him, fixing

his clear eyes upon him, "Is this rabbit, sir?"

"Yes, my lord," the rogue boldly replied,

"rabbit from the jungles."

"And this rabbit did not mew when he was

killed?"

"Mew, my lord? What, a rabbit mew? I swear to you

."

"Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but

remember this: cats were formerly considered sacred animals in India. That was

a good time."

"For the cats, my lord?"

"Perhaps for the travellers as well!"

Passepartout, meanwhile, having purchased the usual

quota of shirts and shoes, took a leisurely promenade along the streets, where

crowds of people of many nationalities were collected. It happened 10 be the

day of a religious carnival, with processions and

shows. Indian dancing girls, clothed in rose-coloured

gauze tied with gold and silver, danced airily, but with perfect modesty, to

the sound of viols and tambourines. It is needless to say that Passepartout

watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes

and a gaping mouth.

Unfortunately, his curiosity took him unconsciously

farther away than he intended to go. At last, having seen the carnival wind

away, he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened to spot

the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, and was overcome with an irresistible desire

to see its interior. He was quite ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians

to enter certain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in without

first leaving their shoes outside the door. Passepartout went in like a Simple

tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid ornamentation which everywhere

met his eyes. He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who fell upon him,

tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with loud, savage exclamations. But

the agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again, and soon escaped the priests

by mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes to eight, Passepartout, hatless,

shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed

breathlessly into the station. He related his adventures in a few words to Mr

Fogg, who said coldly: "I hope that this will not happen again." Just

then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train set off into the night.

10.   

Around the World in Eighty Days

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old

time-consuming methods of going on foot or on horseback; now fast steamboats

are found on the Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines

joining the main line at many points on its route, crosses the peninsula in

three days. This railway does not run in a straight line across India. The

distance between Bombay and Calcutta, as the crow flies, is only around one

thousand miles, but the winding of the track increases the distance by more

than a third.

The passengers of the Mongolia went ashore at 4.30 pm;

at exactly 8 pm the train would leave for Calcutta. Mr Fogg, after bidding

farewell to his cards partners, left the steamer, gave his servant several

errands to do, urged him to be at the station promptly at eight, and headed for

the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay - its famous city hall, its

splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues,

Armenian churches and the noble pagoda on Malabar Hill- he didn't care a bit

about seeing them.

After completing his business, Phileas Fogg returned

to the railway station for

dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the

landlord especially recommended a certain “native rabbit”, on which he prided

himself. Mr Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce,

found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and asked him, fixing

his clear eyes upon him, "Is this rabbit, sir?"

"Yes, my lord," the rogue boldly replied,

"rabbit from the jungles."

"And this rabbit did not mew when he was

killed?"

"Mew, my lord? What, a rabbit mew? I swear to you

."

"Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but

remember this: cats were formerly considered sacred animals in India. That was

a good time."

"For the cats, my lord?"

"Perhaps for the travellers as well!"

Passepartout, meanwhile, having purchased the usual

quota of shirts and shoes, took a leisurely promenade along the streets, where

crowds of people of many nationalities were collected. It happened 10 be the

day of a religious carnival, with processions and

shows. Indian dancing girls, clothed in rose-coloured

gauze tied with gold and silver, danced airily, but with perfect modesty, to

the sound of viols and tambourines. It is needless to say that Passepartout

watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes

and a gaping mouth.

Unfortunately, his curiosity took him unconsciously

farther away than he intended to go. At last, having seen the carnival wind

away, he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened to spot

the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, and was overcome with an irresistible desire

to see its interior. He was quite ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians

to enter certain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in without

first leaving their shoes outside the door. Passepartout went in like a Simple

tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid ornamentation which everywhere

met his eyes. He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who fell upon him,

tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with loud, savage exclamations. But

the agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again, and soon escaped the priests

by mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes to eight, Passepartout, hatless,

shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed

breathlessly into the station. He related his adventures in a few words to Mr

Fogg, who said coldly: "I hope that this will not happen again." Just

then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train set off into the night.

9.

Passepartout went

too far on his walk because he

Around the World in Eighty Days

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old

time-consuming methods of going on foot or on horseback; now fast steamboats

are found on the Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines

joining the main line at many points on its route, crosses the peninsula in

three days. This railway does not run in a straight line across India. The

distance between Bombay and Calcutta, as the crow flies, is only around one

thousand miles, but the winding of the track increases the distance by more

than a third.

The passengers of the Mongolia went ashore at 4.30 pm;

at exactly 8 pm the train would leave for Calcutta. Mr Fogg, after bidding

farewell to his cards partners, left the steamer, gave his servant several

errands to do, urged him to be at the station promptly at eight, and headed for

the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay - its famous city hall, its

splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues,

Armenian churches and the noble pagoda on Malabar Hill- he didn't care a bit

about seeing them.

After completing his business, Phileas Fogg returned

to the railway station for

dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the

landlord especially recommended a certain “native rabbit”, on which he prided

himself. Mr Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce,

found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and asked him, fixing

his clear eyes upon him, "Is this rabbit, sir?"

"Yes, my lord," the rogue boldly replied,

"rabbit from the jungles."

"And this rabbit did not mew when he was

killed?"

"Mew, my lord? What, a rabbit mew? I swear to you

."

"Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but

remember this: cats were formerly considered sacred animals in India. That was

a good time."

"For the cats, my lord?"

"Perhaps for the travellers as well!"

Passepartout, meanwhile, having purchased the usual

quota of shirts and shoes, took a leisurely promenade along the streets, where

crowds of people of many nationalities were collected. It happened 10 be the

day of a religious carnival, with processions and

shows. Indian dancing girls, clothed in rose-coloured

gauze tied with gold and silver, danced airily, but with perfect modesty, to

the sound of viols and tambourines. It is needless to say that Passepartout

watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes

and a gaping mouth.

Unfortunately, his curiosity took him unconsciously

farther away than he intended to go. At last, having seen the carnival wind

away, he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened to spot

the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, and was overcome with an irresistible desire

to see its interior. He was quite ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians

to enter certain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in without

first leaving their shoes outside the door. Passepartout went in like a Simple

tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid ornamentation which everywhere

met his eyes. He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who fell upon him,

tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with loud, savage exclamations. But

the agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again, and soon escaped the priests

by mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes to eight, Passepartout, hatless,

shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed

breathlessly into the station. He related his adventures in a few words to Mr

Fogg, who said coldly: "I hope that this will not happen again." Just

then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train set off into the night.

8.   

Around the World in Eighty Days

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old

time-consuming methods of going on foot or on horseback; now fast steamboats

are found on the Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines

joining the main line at many points on its route, crosses the peninsula in

three days. This railway does not run in a straight line across India. The

distance between Bombay and Calcutta, as the crow flies, is only around one

thousand miles, but the winding of the track increases the distance by more

than a third.

The passengers of the Mongolia went ashore at 4.30 pm;

at exactly 8 pm the train would leave for Calcutta. Mr Fogg, after bidding

farewell to his cards partners, left the steamer, gave his servant several

errands to do, urged him to be at the station promptly at eight, and headed for

the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay - its famous city hall, its

splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues,

Armenian churches and the noble pagoda on Malabar Hill- he didn't care a bit

about seeing them.

After completing his business, Phileas Fogg returned

to the railway station for

dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the

landlord especially recommended a certain “native rabbit”, on which he prided

himself. Mr Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce,

found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and asked him, fixing

his clear eyes upon him, "Is this rabbit, sir?"

"Yes, my lord," the rogue boldly replied,

"rabbit from the jungles."

"And this rabbit did not mew when he was

killed?"

"Mew, my lord? What, a rabbit mew? I swear to you

."

"Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but

remember this: cats were formerly considered sacred animals in India. That was

a good time."

"For the cats, my lord?"

"Perhaps for the travellers as well!"

Passepartout, meanwhile, having purchased the usual

quota of shirts and shoes, took a leisurely promenade along the streets, where

crowds of people of many nationalities were collected. It happened 10 be the

day of a religious carnival, with processions and

shows. Indian dancing girls, clothed in rose-coloured

gauze tied with gold and silver, danced airily, but with perfect modesty, to

the sound of viols and tambourines. It is needless to say that Passepartout

watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes

and a gaping mouth.

Unfortunately, his curiosity took him unconsciously

farther away than he intended to go. At last, having seen the carnival wind

away, he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened to spot

the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, and was overcome with an irresistible desire

to see its interior. He was quite ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians

to enter certain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in without

first leaving their shoes outside the door. Passepartout went in like a Simple

tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid ornamentation which everywhere

met his eyes. He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who fell upon him,

tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with loud, savage exclamations. But

the agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again, and soon escaped the priests

by mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes to eight, Passepartout, hatless,

shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed

breathlessly into the station. He related his adventures in a few words to Mr

Fogg, who said coldly: "I hope that this will not happen again." Just

then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train set off into the night.

7. Fogg's attitude

towards the sights of the city is

Read the text below. For questions (6–10) choose the correct answer (A, B, C or D).

Around the World in Eighty Days

Formerly one was obliged to travel in India by the old

time-consuming methods of going on foot or on horseback; now fast steamboats

are found on the Indus and the Ganges, and a great railway, with branch lines

joining the main line at many points on its route, crosses the peninsula in

three days. This railway does not run in a straight line across India. The

distance between Bombay and Calcutta, as the crow flies, is only around one

thousand miles, but the winding of the track increases the distance by more

than a third.

The passengers of the Mongolia went ashore at 4.30 pm;

at exactly 8 pm the train would leave for Calcutta. Mr Fogg, after bidding

farewell to his cards partners, left the steamer, gave his servant several

errands to do, urged him to be at the station promptly at eight, and headed for

the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay - its famous city hall, its

splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues,

Armenian churches and the noble pagoda on Malabar Hill- he didn't care a bit

about seeing them.

After completing his business, Phileas Fogg returned

to the railway station for

dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the

landlord especially recommended a certain “native rabbit”, on which he prided

himself. Mr Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce,

found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and asked him, fixing

his clear eyes upon him, "Is this rabbit, sir?"

"Yes, my lord," the rogue boldly replied,

"rabbit from the jungles."

"And this rabbit did not mew when he was

killed?"

"Mew, my lord? What, a rabbit mew? I swear to you

."

"Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but

remember this: cats were formerly considered sacred animals in India. That was

a good time."

"For the cats, my lord?"

"Perhaps for the travellers as well!"

Passepartout, meanwhile, having purchased the usual

quota of shirts and shoes, took a leisurely promenade along the streets, where

crowds of people of many nationalities were collected. It happened 10 be the

day of a religious carnival, with processions and

shows. Indian dancing girls, clothed in rose-coloured

gauze tied with gold and silver, danced airily, but with perfect modesty, to

the sound of viols and tambourines. It is needless to say that Passepartout

watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes

and a gaping mouth.

Unfortunately, his curiosity took him unconsciously

farther away than he intended to go. At last, having seen the carnival wind

away, he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened to spot

the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, and was overcome with an irresistible desire

to see its interior. He was quite ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians

to enter certain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in without

first leaving their shoes outside the door. Passepartout went in like a Simple

tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid ornamentation which everywhere

met his eyes. He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who fell upon him,

tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with loud, savage exclamations. But

the agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again, and soon escaped the priests

by mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes to eight, Passepartout, hatless,

shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed

breathlessly into the station. He related his adventures in a few words to Mr

Fogg, who said coldly: "I hope that this will not happen again." Just

then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train set off into the night.

6.   

According to the narrator, Indian trains do not take

the shortest possible route to Calcutta because of the

5. Jason Anderson

Being a single

professional with a hectic schedule, supermarket shopping is a necessary chore

that I try to streamline as much as possible. I've embraced online grocery

shopping and home delivery, which saves me the time and hassle of navigating

through crowded aisles. I create a detailed shopping list online, ensuring I

only purchase what I need and avoid impulse buying. It's convenient to have my

groceries delivered straight to my door, allowing me to focus on work and other

commitments. Occasionally, when I do visit the supermarket in person, it's

usually for last-minute items or fresh produce. I've noticed the increasing

popularity of automated checkout lanes, and I appreciate the efficiency they

offer, allowing me to complete my transactions quickly. As someone always on

the go, finding ways to streamline the shopping process has become essential

for maintaining a balanced lifestyle.

4.  Julian Walker

 I suppose I'm a bit of a scatterbrain, as I

never seem to have what I need when I need it. This means that I end up popping

out to the supermarket at least three times a week to get more supplies. I

don't mind, though, because unlike most people, I find supermarkets to be quite

relaxing places. I enjoy wandering slowly down all the aisles, checking out any

new products or searching for special offers. I always take a calculator with

me, as I like to know how much I'm spending, and I prefer to buy the shop's

own-brand products, because they cost a lot less than the big name brands. My

kids complain that we never have the "proper" breakfast cereal or the

"really nice" baked beans, but I just point out that it leaves us

with more money to do the really fun things. I'm sure they know I'm right.

Which person...?

3. Bob Rogers

My wife and I retired ten

years ago and we recently gave up the car as it was too expensive to run on our

pensions. We get the bus into town once a week to do our shopping. We're not as

fast on our feet as we once were, and some young people can be very

inconsiderate, pushing you out of the way at the counters or losing their

patience when you are not moving down the aisles as fast as they'd like.

Others, of course, are very helpful and will give you a hand when they see you

need it. Even though it can wear you out carrying all the bags, we try to make

a nice outing of it. We'll treat ourselves to a bit of lunch at one of the

cafes, or we'll go for tea and sandwiches at one of the nice tea rooms in the

centre. We look forward to our shopping trips!

2.   

 I'm not keen on shopping with other people,

because it always seems to take much longer, so I usually go on my own.

Nowadays big British supermarkets are open all night, which is very convenient

for me. I prefer to go as late as possible, when there are no queues at the

checkout and I can get all my shopping done very quickly. I usually only go

once a month and make sure I stock up on everything I'm likely to need. It

means you have to plan all your meals, and you need to have a big freezer, but

at least I don't waste my all-too-precious time going to the shops every couple

of days. If I do run out of something, or realise I've forgotten something I

need, then I'll grab it from the local mini-market. I try to make sure I don't

have to do this too often, as small local shops are much more expensive.

Read the

texts below. Match choices (A-H) to (1-5). There are three choices you do not

need to use.

Supermarket

Shoppers

1.   

For a mother of two young

children, supermarket shopping can be an absolute nightmare. They get bored and

restless and start to play up. It can be really embarrassing when everyone

stares at you because both your kids are sobbing their hearts out! And if you're

not watching them, they can take goods off the shelves without you noticing.

Once I even managed to briefly lose my two-year-old son. He'd wandered off down

another aisle while I was comparing the prices on some items. I was frantic

when I realised he wasn't by my side. Luckily one of the assistants saw him and

picked him up, but it was a scary five minutes until I got him back. I'm glad

to say that things have improved in my shopping centre recently, as they've

opened a supervised play area where I can drop the kids off while I shop, and

pick them up when I've finished. It really makes life much easier.

2.   

 I'm not keen on shopping with other people,

because it always seems to take much longer, so I usually go on my own.

Nowadays big British supermarkets are open all night, which is very convenient

for me. I prefer to go as late as possible, when there are no queues at the

checkout and I can get all my shopping done very quickly. I usually only go

once a month and make sure I stock up on everything I'm likely to need. It

means you have to plan all your meals, and you need to have a big freezer, but

at least I don't waste my all-too-precious time going to the shops every couple

of days. If I do run out of something, or realise I've forgotten something I

need, then I'll grab it from the local mini-market. I try to make sure I don't

have to do this too often, as small local shops are much more expensive.

3.   

My wife and I retired ten

years ago and we recently gave up the car as it was too expensive to run on our

pensions. We get the bus into town once a week to do our shopping. We're not as

fast on our feet as we once were, and some young people can be very

inconsiderate, pushing you out of the way at the counters or losing their

patience when you are not moving down the aisles as fast as they'd like.

Others, of course, are very helpful and will give you a hand when they see you

need it. Even though it can wear you out carrying all the bags, we try to make

a nice outing of it. We'll treat ourselves to a bit of lunch at one of the

cafes, or we'll go for tea and sandwiches at one of the nice tea rooms in the

centre. We actually look forward to our shopping trips!

4.   

 I suppose I'm a bit of a scatterbrain, as I

never seem to have what I need when I need it. This means that I end up popping

out to the supermarket at least three times a week to get more supplies. I

don't mind, though, because unlike most people, I find supermarkets to be quite

relaxing places. I enjoy wandering slowly down all the aisles, checking out any

new products or searching for special offers. I always take a calculator with

me, as I like to know how much I'm spending, and I prefer to buy the shop's

own-brand products, because they cost a lot less than the big name brands. My

kids complain that we never have the "proper" breakfast cereal or the

"really nice" baked beans, but I just point out that it leaves us

with more money to do the really fun things. I'm sure they know I'm right.

5. Jason Anderson

Being a single

professional with a hectic schedule, supermarket shopping is a necessary chore

that I try to streamline as much as possible. I've embraced online grocery

shopping and home delivery, which saves me the time and hassle of navigating

through crowded aisles. I create a detailed shopping list online, ensuring I

only purchase what I need and avoid impulse buying. It's convenient to have my

groceries delivered straight to my door, allowing me to focus on work and other

commitments. Occasionally, when I do visit the supermarket in person, it's

usually for last-minute items or fresh produce. I've noticed the increasing

popularity of automated checkout lanes, and I appreciate the efficiency they

offer, allowing me to complete my transactions quickly. As someone always on

the go, finding ways to streamline the shopping process has become essential

for maintaining a balanced lifestyle.

Which person...?