2020 HSC English Extension 1
2020 HSC English Extension 1
2020 HSC English Extension 1
English Extension 1
General • Reading time – 10 minutes
Instructions • Working time – 2 hours
• Write using black pen
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Section I — Common Module: Literary Worlds
25 marks
Attempt Question 1
Allow about 1 hour for this section
Answer the question on pages 2–12 of the English Extension 1 Writing Booklet. Extra writing
booklets are available.
Compare how the construction of literary worlds offers you new insights.
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Question 1 (continued)
Afloat on the empty night it is the sea itself that amazes him. The sea as a place
of the living. There are no dead here. Gazing around, entranced and awestruck,
he murmurs under his breath, but the words of his landlocked language do not
seem adequate. That noble language of his forebears, having been shaped by gritty
plains and harsh rocks, the dignities of work, even high notions of the sacred
flame, has no voice for this . . . this continent of water. His heart opens with an
ecstasy of unreadiness and yearning.
Head tipped back he opens his voiceless mouth. Whether this is anguish or longing
no one else on board is awake to witness or wonder . . . Sea near. And sea far.
Waves interlocked and heaving with sinister elasticity. Sinister? No, he corrects
himself. This is, at last, an interval of hope. Himself almost at peace. He gazes
over the side. To glimpse, past glassy fractures, a liquid abyss*. Always and
forever the abyss. Seen now and then for an instant only. Water vertiginous** as
the inverted sky in that towering transparency. Triggered alarm flashes lightnings
through his uprooted tree. He recollects an ancient warning against casting oneself
on the waters. Defiantly, he has done so. They have done so.
RODNEY HALL
Extract from ‘Moonlight’, A Country Too Far
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Question 1 (continued)
They left at sunset. The west, over the land, was a clear gush of light up from
the departed sun. The east, over the Pacific, was a tall concave of rose-coloured
clouds, a marvellous high apse*. Now the bush had gone dark and spectral again,
on the right hand . . . And from time to time, on the left hand, they caught sight of
the long green rollers of the Pacific, with the star-white foam, and back of that,
the dusk green sea glimmered over with smoky rose, reflected from the eastern
horizon where the bank of flesh-rose colour and pure smoke-blue lingered a long
time, like magic, as if the sky’s rim were cooling down. It seemed characteristic
of Australia, this far-off flesh-rose bank of colour on the sky’s horizon, so tender
and unvisited, topped with the smoky, beautiful blueness. And then the thickness
of the night’s stars overhead, and one star very brave in the last effulgence** of
sunset, westward over the continent. As soon as night came, all the raggle-taggle
of amorphous white settlements disappeared, and the continent of the Kangaroo
reassumed its strange, unvisited glamour . . .
DH LAWRENCE
Extract from Kangaroo
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Question 1 (continued)
The day the great man sang, heat blazed in haloes over Bennelong Point*. This is what
Pearl will remember, later, this is what she will say: that his voice** turned the air
holy. Men, sweat-slicked, stood with bowed heads or hung off scaffolds, swatting at
flies and tears. Few looked at the singer; they needed all their senses to hear. Needed
their whole bodies, skin and eyes and hearts, to absorb what they couldn’t say: that
sacredness had returned to this place. It flowed through them on a single human voice,
through their bodies and the building that was rising beneath their hands.
Pearl stood with the other journalists, and watched the men grow luminous. Wept as
she understood: that it wasn’t just the building or the place Robeson had sanctified,
but the labour. The valour of it. The modest hearts of workers. In his songs, in the
faces of the men, was every story she had ever tried to write. This one too. She
closed her eyes as the voice trailed away. Words formed and crumbled in her head,
insubstantial. She gripped her notebook and forgot to write them down.
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Autumn 1965
Darkness thickened as they passed Bennelong Point. In starlight the new structure was
a strange oceanic creature mantling the land. Each head turned to it, a gravitational
pull. God help us, said the man next to her. But now Pearl could see how its new
curves pulled at the water. She’d heard the first thing Utzon*** had done, before
he thought about design, before he began to draw, was to consult the sea charts for
Sydney Harbour. It made sudden sense: the building was marine more than earthly.
From this angle, in this light, it was not a structure but an eruption from the sea. An
act of nature rather than man, a disturbance. She stared at its massive base, a plinth
for a sculpture or a ceremony, and thought about surfaces, the familiar faces of earth
and water, what lay beneath. About the architect’s way of seeing.
KRISTINA OLSSON
Extract from Shell
This extract from Shell by Kristina Olsson is reproduced with permission of Simon & Schuster Australia.
End of Question 1
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Section II — Electives
25 marks
Attempt Question 2
Allow about 1 hour for this section
Answer the question on pages 14–24 of the English Extension 1 Writing Booklet. Extra writing
booklets are available.
When composers construct texts that interrogate contextual values, we are positioned to
consider the complexity of the world.
Discuss this statement in light of the elective that you have studied.
In your response, refer to TWO of your prescribed texts and ONE related text of your own
choosing.
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The prescribed texts for Section II are:
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