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Questão 21 110042
UERJ 2016/2Maya Angelou: the ache for home lives in all of us
[1] Maya Angelou, whose passing at age 86 leaves us a bit orphans, said often that although she
gave birth to one son, she had thousands of daughters. “I have daughters who are black and
white, Asian and Spanish-speaking and native American. I have daughters who are fat and thin,
pretty and plain”, she said. “I have all sorts of daughters who I just claim. And they claim me.”
[5] I wonder if Angelou ever knew really how many girls were told about her, named after her or like
me, growing up in a suburban corner of England, clinging fiercely to her books and even when
not reading them, inhaling the spirit of her struggle from the titles alone: A song flung up to
heaven, I know why the caged bird sings and Gather together in my name.
I loved and admired Angelou, but it was the content of her writing that had most power over me,
[10] her novels and poems all languishing playfully somewhere on her rich spectrum between poetry
and prose.
Here was a woman who had been raised in the America of racial segregation. As the structural
injustice of race had become more subtle and sophisticated during her lifetime, she called it by
its right name. Therefore, her comment on 9/11: “Living in a state of terror was new to many
[15] white people in America, but black people have been living in a state of terror in this country for
more than 400 years.”
Here was a woman who was not a historical relic, but a living, breathing one-woman phenomenon.
She gave me a language of identity that radiated as much from her very existence as it did from
her work. The book that had the most impact on my life was All God’s children need travelling
[20] shoes – the fifth instalment in her series of autobiographies – about the time she spent in Africa
during the civil rights movement.
Here was a woman who gave voice to the struggle of black people. In Ghana, she was part of a
community of African Americans, but her travels stand out as an act of defiance against the view
perpetrated by many then that Africans and people of African descent in countries like the US
[25] have nothing in common. She didn’t just live it, she wrote about it, warts and all. “If the heart
of Africa remained elusive, my search for it had brought me closer to understanding myself and
other human beings”, she wrote. “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we
can go as we are and not be questioned.”
With her departure, America has not just lost a talented woman and gifted raconteur. It has lost
a connection to its recent past which helped it make sense of its present.
Afva Hirsch theguardian.com
Titles of books might help readers create images in their minds.
The title of Angelou’s book which contains an image that relates directly to confinement is:
Questão 19 110039
UERJ 2016/2Maya Angelou: the ache for home lives in all of us
[1] Maya Angelou, whose passing at age 86 leaves us a bit orphans, said often that although she
gave birth to one son, she had thousands of daughters. “I have daughters who are black and
white, Asian and Spanish-speaking and native American. I have daughters who are fat and thin,
pretty and plain”, she said. “I have all sorts of daughters who I just claim. And they claim me.”
[5] I wonder if Angelou ever knew really how many girls were told about her, named after her or like
me, growing up in a suburban corner of England, clinging fiercely to her books and even when
not reading them, inhaling the spirit of her struggle from the titles alone: A song flung up to
heaven, I know why the caged bird sings and Gather together in my name.
I loved and admired Angelou, but it was the content of her writing that had most power over me,
[10] her novels and poems all languishing playfully somewhere on her rich spectrum between poetry
and prose.
Here was a woman who had been raised in the America of racial segregation. As the structural
injustice of race had become more subtle and sophisticated during her lifetime, she called it by
its right name. Therefore, her comment on 9/11: “Living in a state of terror was new to many
[15] white people in America, but black people have been living in a state of terror in this country for
more than 400 years.”
Here was a woman who was not a historical relic, but a living, breathing one-woman phenomenon.
She gave me a language of identity that radiated as much from her very existence as it did from
her work. The book that had the most impact on my life was All God’s children need travelling
[20] shoes – the fifth instalment in her series of autobiographies – about the time she spent in Africa
during the civil rights movement.
Here was a woman who gave voice to the struggle of black people. In Ghana, she was part of a
community of African Americans, but her travels stand out as an act of defiance against the view
perpetrated by many then that Africans and people of African descent in countries like the US
[25] have nothing in common. She didn’t just live it, she wrote about it, warts and all. “If the heart
of Africa remained elusive, my search for it had brought me closer to understanding myself and
other human beings”, she wrote. “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we
can go as we are and not be questioned.”
With her departure, America has not just lost a talented woman and gifted raconteur. It has lost
a connection to its recent past which helped it make sense of its present.
Afva Hirsch theguardian.com
Maya Angelou was a writer of both poetry and prose.
According to the text, she wrote the following types of prose:
Questão 18 110037
UERJ 2016/2Maya Angelou: the ache for home lives in all of us
[1] Maya Angelou, whose passing at age 86 leaves us a bit orphans, said often that although she
gave birth to one son, she had thousands of daughters. “I have daughters who are black and
white, Asian and Spanish-speaking and native American. I have daughters who are fat and thin,
pretty and plain”, she said. “I have all sorts of daughters who I just claim. And they claim me.”
[5] I wonder if Angelou ever knew really how many girls were told about her, named after her or like
me, growing up in a suburban corner of England, clinging fiercely to her books and even when
not reading them, inhaling the spirit of her struggle from the titles alone: A song flung up to
heaven, I know why the caged bird sings and Gather together in my name.
I loved and admired Angelou, but it was the content of her writing that had most power over me,
[10] her novels and poems all languishing playfully somewhere on her rich spectrum between poetry
and prose.
Here was a woman who had been raised in the America of racial segregation. As the structural
injustice of race had become more subtle and sophisticated during her lifetime, she called it by
its right name. Therefore, her comment on 9/11: “Living in a state of terror was new to many
[15] white people in America, but black people have been living in a state of terror in this country for
more than 400 years.”
Here was a woman who was not a historical relic, but a living, breathing one-woman phenomenon.
She gave me a language of identity that radiated as much from her very existence as it did from
her work. The book that had the most impact on my life was All God’s children need travelling
[20] shoes – the fifth instalment in her series of autobiographies – about the time she spent in Africa
during the civil rights movement.
Here was a woman who gave voice to the struggle of black people. In Ghana, she was part of a
community of African Americans, but her travels stand out as an act of defiance against the view
perpetrated by many then that Africans and people of African descent in countries like the US
[25] have nothing in common. She didn’t just live it, she wrote about it, warts and all. “If the heart
of Africa remained elusive, my search for it had brought me closer to understanding myself and
other human beings”, she wrote. “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we
can go as we are and not be questioned.”
With her departure, America has not just lost a talented woman and gifted raconteur. It has lost
a connection to its recent past which helped it make sense of its present.
Afva Hirsch theguardian.com
In the text, there are euphemisms to refer to Maya Angelou’s death.
The words used by the author that represent euphemisms are:
Questão 17 110036
UERJ 2016/2Maya Angelou: the ache for home lives in all of us
[1] Maya Angelou, whose passing at age 86 leaves us a bit orphans, said often that although she
gave birth to one son, she had thousands of daughters. “I have daughters who are black and
white, Asian and Spanish-speaking and native American. I have daughters who are fat and thin,
pretty and plain”, she said. “I have all sorts of daughters who I just claim. And they claim me.”
[5] I wonder if Angelou ever knew really how many girls were told about her, named after her or like
me, growing up in a suburban corner of England, clinging fiercely to her books and even when
not reading them, inhaling the spirit of her struggle from the titles alone: A song flung up to
heaven, I know why the caged bird sings and Gather together in my name.
I loved and admired Angelou, but it was the content of her writing that had most power over me,
[10] her novels and poems all languishing playfully somewhere on her rich spectrum between poetry
and prose.
Here was a woman who had been raised in the America of racial segregation. As the structural
injustice of race had become more subtle and sophisticated during her lifetime, she called it by
its right name. Therefore, her comment on 9/11: “Living in a state of terror was new to many
[15] white people in America, but black people have been living in a state of terror in this country for
more than 400 years.”
Here was a woman who was not a historical relic, but a living, breathing one-woman phenomenon.
She gave me a language of identity that radiated as much from her very existence as it did from
her work. The book that had the most impact on my life was All God’s children need travelling
[20] shoes – the fifth instalment in her series of autobiographies – about the time she spent in Africa
during the civil rights movement.
Here was a woman who gave voice to the struggle of black people. In Ghana, she was part of a
community of African Americans, but her travels stand out as an act of defiance against the view
perpetrated by many then that Africans and people of African descent in countries like the US
[25] have nothing in common. She didn’t just live it, she wrote about it, warts and all. “If the heart
of Africa remained elusive, my search for it had brought me closer to understanding myself and
other human beings”, she wrote. “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we
can go as we are and not be questioned.”
With her departure, America has not just lost a talented woman and gifted raconteur. It has lost
a connection to its recent past which helped it make sense of its present.
Afva Hirsch theguardian.com
I loved and admired Angelou, (l. 9)
The fragment above hints at the purpose of the text, which is an exemplar of genre known as eulogy.
The purpose of this genre can be described as:
Questão 46 107613
FGV-RJ Administração, C. Sociais, Direito, História 2016SMALLPOX [VARÍOLA]
1 SMALLPOX is a horrible disease. It is easily transmitted, causes blisters all over the body, and kills around 30% of those it infects. Or rather, it did, for smallpox no longer exists in nature. After a decades-long campaign of vaccination, the last wild case was diagnosed in 1977. Three years later, the World Health Organisation (WHO) declared the world free of the disease. The annihilation of an illness that as recently as 1967 was slaughtering 2 million people a year is rightly seen as a triumph of modern medicine.
2 But the virus is not gone completely. Officially, two reservoirs remain, behind locked doors and strict biosafety protocols, in secure laboratories run by America’s Centres for Disease Control (CDC) and the State Research Centre of Virology and Biotechnology, in Russia. On July 8th, though, the CDC announced that health researchers in Maryland had discovered vials of smallpox sitting in a forgotten refrigerator in a corner of a storehouse belonging to the Food and Drug Administration, America’s medical regulator.
3 As soon as the vials were discovered they were taken to the CDC’s headquarters, in Atlanta, where they are being tested to see if they are still infectious. That done, they will be destroyed under the supervision of the WHO. The FBI, meanwhile, is trying to work out where they came from—they seem to date from the 1950s—and how they were forgotten. The whole episode is embarrassing. It will also provide more fuel for a long-running argument about whether hanging on to smallpox samples, even in the official labs, is a good idea.
4 Many, including scientists involved in the original eradication campaign, think there is no reason to retain such a pestilential pathogen, and that the job of eliminating it should be finished properly. A report by the WHO in 2010 agreed. The revelation that America, which might be expected to have good record-keeping, cannot keep track of all its samples does little to inspire trust.
5 But the discovery can be argued the other way, too. The official justification for keeping the samples is that they would help researchers to fight a renewed outbreak of the disease, either from an undetected natural reservoir or if some unethical country had hung on to samples of its own, perhaps with a view to building a biological weapon out of them. And this is not the first time that forgotten samples have been discovered: a cache turned up in eastern Europe in the 1990s, and in 2003 an envelope full of scabs from 19th-century vaccinations was found in a library in New Mexico.
Adapted from the economist, July 12th - 18th 2014.
In paragraph 3, the phrase “That done…” most likely means the same as which of the following?
Questão 45 107612
FGV-RJ Administração, C. Sociais, Direito, História 2016SMALLPOX [VARÍOLA]
1 SMALLPOX is a horrible disease. It is easily transmitted, causes blisters all over the body, and kills around 30% of those it infects. Or rather, it did, for smallpox no longer exists in nature. After a decades-long campaign of vaccination, the last wild case was diagnosed in 1977. Three years later, the World Health Organisation (WHO) declared the world free of the disease. The annihilation of an illness that as recently as 1967 was slaughtering 2 million people a year is rightly seen as a triumph of modern medicine.
2 But the virus is not gone completely. Officially, two reservoirs remain, behind locked doors and strict biosafety protocols, in secure laboratories run by America’s Centres for Disease Control (CDC) and the State Research Centre of Virology and Biotechnology, in Russia. On July 8th, though, the CDC announced that health researchers in Maryland had discovered vials of smallpox sitting in a forgotten refrigerator in a corner of a storehouse belonging to the Food and Drug Administration, America’s medical regulator.
3 As soon as the vials were discovered they were taken to the CDC’s headquarters, in Atlanta, where they are being tested to see if they are still infectious. That done, they will be destroyed under the supervision of the WHO. The FBI, meanwhile, is trying to work out where they came from—they seem to date from the 1950s—and how they were forgotten. The whole episode is embarrassing. It will also provide more fuel for a long-running argument about whether hanging on to smallpox samples, even in the official labs, is a good idea.
4 Many, including scientists involved in the original eradication campaign, think there is no reason to retain such a pestilential pathogen, and that the job of eliminating it should be finished properly. A report by the WHO in 2010 agreed. The revelation that America, which might be expected to have good record-keeping, cannot keep track of all its samples does little to inspire trust.
5 But the discovery can be argued the other way, too. The official justification for keeping the samples is that they would help researchers to fight a renewed outbreak of the disease, either from an undetected natural reservoir or if some unethical country had hung on to samples of its own, perhaps with a view to building a biological weapon out of them. And this is not the first time that forgotten samples have been discovered: a cache turned up in eastern Europe in the 1990s, and in 2003 an envelope full of scabs from 19th-century vaccinations was found in a library in New Mexico.
Adapted from the economist, July 12th - 18th 2014.
According to the information in the article, America\\'s Centres for Disease Control (CDC)
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