Questões de Inglês

    If you spend time on social media, you have probably found yourself comparing your own life to your friends, family, total strangers, and celebs. You might find yourself thinking that everyone else seems to be leading a fuller, richer, or more exciting life based on the tiny, curated glimpse you see on their Instagram or Facebook posts. As the saying goes, comparison really can be the thief of joy. Detoxing from your social connections can be a good way to focus on what’s important in your own life without comparing yourself to others. Fear of missing out, known as FOMO, is the fear that you are missing the experiences that everyone else is having. Constant connectivity can feed this fear. You might find yourself overcommitting to social events out of the fear that you’ll be left behind. FOMO can also keep you constantly checking your device out of fear that you are going to miss an important text, message or post.

    Doing a digital detox is one way to set limits and reduce your fear of missing out. The key is to do it in a way that doesn’t leave you feeling cut off from what’s happening in your digital world. Some might suggest that a true digital detox would involve predefined abstinence from any and all digital devices and social media connections, but it is important to make your device usage work for your own life and demands.

    Detaching from your devices can benefit your mental well-being but doing a digital detox does not have to involve a complete separation from your phone and other tech connections. The process is often more about setting boundaries and making sure that you are using your devices in a way that benefit, rather than harm, your emotional and physical health. If you can do a complete digital detox for a certain amount of time, it might be something you want to try. Being completely disconnected can feel liberating and refreshing for some people. For a lot of people, completely forgoing all forms of digital communication might not be possible, particularly if you really do rely on staying connected for work, school, or other obligations. This doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy the benefits of a digital detox; the key is to make disconnecting something that works for your schedule and your life.

Disponível em: https://www.verywellmind.com. Acesso em: nov. 2021. Adaptado.

O romance Animal Farm (“A revolução dos bichos”), de George Orwell, se passa numa fazenda onde animais, liderados pelo porco Old Major, decidem fazer uma revolução. São apresentados abaixo dois trechos do romance: o primeiro, de sua parte inicial, quando a fazenda ainda é administrada por Mr. Jones; o segundo, de sua parte final, quando passa a ser controlada pelos animais.

PART 1

Word had gone round during the day that Old Major (…) had had a strange dream on the previous
night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all
meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way.

(…) When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively,
[5] he cleared his throat and began: “Now comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face
it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. (…) Why then do we continue in this miserable
condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human
beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word: Man.
Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and
[10] overwork is abolished forever. Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does
not give milk, he does not lay eggs (…), yet he is lord of all the animals. (…) Is it not crystal clear,
then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only
get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. (…) That is my message to you,
comrades: Rebellion!”

PART 2

[15] Years passed. The seasons came and went, the short animal lives fled by. A time came when there
was no one who remembered the old days before the Rebellion (...).

Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves
any richer − except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs. (...) It was not that these creatures did
not work, after their fashion. There was, as Squealer* was never tired of explaining, endless work
[20] in the supervision and organization of the farm. Much of this work was of a kind that the other
animals were too ignorant to understand. For example, Squealer told them that the pigs had to
expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called “files”, “reports”, “minutes” and
“memoranda”. These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing, and
as soon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the furnace. This was of the highest importance
[25] for the welfare of the farm, Squealer said. But still, neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their
own labour; and there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good. As for the
others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always been. They were generally hungry, they
slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in the fields. (…)

And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, they never lost, even for an instant, their sense of
[30] honour and privilege in being members of Animal Farm. They were still the only farm in the whole
county — in all England! — owned and operated by animals. (…)

* Squealer is the name of a pig.

George Orwell Animal Farm. Londres: Longman, 1945

O romance Animal Farm (“A revolução dos bichos”), de George Orwell, se passa numa fazenda onde animais, liderados pelo porco Old Major, decidem fazer uma revolução. São apresentados abaixo dois trechos do romance: o primeiro, de sua parte inicial, quando a fazenda ainda é administrada por Mr. Jones; o segundo, de sua parte final, quando passa a ser controlada pelos animais.

PART 1

Word had gone round during the day that Old Major (…) had had a strange dream on the previous
night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all
meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way.

(…) When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively,
[5] he cleared his throat and began: “Now comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face
it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. (…) Why then do we continue in this miserable
condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human
beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word: Man.
Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and
[10] overwork is abolished forever. Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does
not give milk, he does not lay eggs (…), yet he is lord of all the animals. (…) Is it not crystal clear,
then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only
get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. (…) That is my message to you,
comrades: Rebellion!”

PART 2

[15] Years passed. The seasons came and went, the short animal lives fled by. A time came when there
was no one who remembered the old days before the Rebellion (...).

Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves
any richer − except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs. (...) It was not that these creatures did
not work, after their fashion. There was, as Squealer* was never tired of explaining, endless work
[20] in the supervision and organization of the farm. Much of this work was of a kind that the other
animals were too ignorant to understand. For example, Squealer told them that the pigs had to
expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called “files”, “reports”, “minutes” and
“memoranda”. These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing, and
as soon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the furnace. This was of the highest importance
[25] for the welfare of the farm, Squealer said. But still, neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their
own labour; and there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good. As for the
others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always been. They were generally hungry, they
slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in the fields. (…)

And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, they never lost, even for an instant, their sense of
[30] honour and privilege in being members of Animal Farm. They were still the only farm in the whole
county — in all England! — owned and operated by animals. (…)

* Squealer is the name of a pig.

George Orwell Animal Farm. Londres: Longman, 1945

O romance Animal Farm (“A revolução dos bichos”), de George Orwell, se passa numa fazenda onde animais, liderados pelo porco Old Major, decidem fazer uma revolução. São apresentados abaixo dois trechos do romance: o primeiro, de sua parte inicial, quando a fazenda ainda é administrada por Mr. Jones; o segundo, de sua parte final, quando passa a ser controlada pelos animais.

PART 1

Word had gone round during the day that Old Major (…) had had a strange dream on the previous
night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all
meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way.

(…) When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively,
[5] he cleared his throat and began: “Now comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face
it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. (…) Why then do we continue in this miserable
condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human
beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word: Man.
Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and
[10] overwork is abolished forever. Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does
not give milk, he does not lay eggs (…), yet he is lord of all the animals. (…) Is it not crystal clear,
then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only
get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. (…) That is my message to you,
comrades: Rebellion!”

PART 2

[15] Years passed. The seasons came and went, the short animal lives fled by. A time came when there
was no one who remembered the old days before the Rebellion (...).

Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves
any richer − except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs. (...) It was not that these creatures did
not work, after their fashion. There was, as Squealer* was never tired of explaining, endless work
[20] in the supervision and organization of the farm. Much of this work was of a kind that the other
animals were too ignorant to understand. For example, Squealer told them that the pigs had to
expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called “files”, “reports”, “minutes” and
“memoranda”. These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing, and
as soon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the furnace. This was of the highest importance
[25] for the welfare of the farm, Squealer said. But still, neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their
own labour; and there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good. As for the
others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always been. They were generally hungry, they
slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in the fields. (…)

And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, they never lost, even for an instant, their sense of
[30] honour and privilege in being members of Animal Farm. They were still the only farm in the whole
county — in all England! — owned and operated by animals. (…)

* Squealer is the name of a pig.

George Orwell Animal Farm. Londres: Longman, 1945

O romance Animal Farm (“A revolução dos bichos”), de George Orwell, se passa numa fazenda onde animais, liderados pelo porco Old Major, decidem fazer uma revolução. São apresentados abaixo dois trechos do romance: o primeiro, de sua parte inicial, quando a fazenda ainda é administrada por Mr. Jones; o segundo, de sua parte final, quando passa a ser controlada pelos animais.

PART 1

Word had gone round during the day that Old Major (…) had had a strange dream on the previous
night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all
meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way.

(…) When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively,
[5] he cleared his throat and began: “Now comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face
it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. (…) Why then do we continue in this miserable
condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human
beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word: Man.
Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and
[10] overwork is abolished forever. Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does
not give milk, he does not lay eggs (…), yet he is lord of all the animals. (…) Is it not crystal clear,
then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only
get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. (…) That is my message to you,
comrades: Rebellion!”

PART 2

[15] Years passed. The seasons came and went, the short animal lives fled by. A time came when there
was no one who remembered the old days before the Rebellion (...).

Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves
any richer − except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs. (...) It was not that these creatures did
not work, after their fashion. There was, as Squealer* was never tired of explaining, endless work
[20] in the supervision and organization of the farm. Much of this work was of a kind that the other
animals were too ignorant to understand. For example, Squealer told them that the pigs had to
expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called “files”, “reports”, “minutes” and
“memoranda”. These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing, and
as soon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the furnace. This was of the highest importance
[25] for the welfare of the farm, Squealer said. But still, neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their
own labour; and there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good. As for the
others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always been. They were generally hungry, they
slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in the fields. (…)

And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, they never lost, even for an instant, their sense of
[30] honour and privilege in being members of Animal Farm. They were still the only farm in the whole
county — in all England! — owned and operated by animals. (…)

* Squealer is the name of a pig.

George Orwell Animal Farm. Londres: Longman, 1945

O romance Animal Farm (“A revolução dos bichos”), de George Orwell, se passa numa fazenda onde animais, liderados pelo porco Old Major, decidem fazer uma revolução. São apresentados abaixo dois trechos do romance: o primeiro, de sua parte inicial, quando a fazenda ainda é administrada por Mr. Jones; o segundo, de sua parte final, quando passa a ser controlada pelos animais.

PART 1

Word had gone round during the day that Old Major (…) had had a strange dream on the previous
night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all
meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way.

(…) When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively,
[5] he cleared his throat and began: “Now comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face
it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. (…) Why then do we continue in this miserable
condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human
beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word: Man.
Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and
[10] overwork is abolished forever. Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does
not give milk, he does not lay eggs (…), yet he is lord of all the animals. (…) Is it not crystal clear,
then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings? Only
get rid of Man, and the produce of our labour would be our own. (…) That is my message to you,
comrades: Rebellion!”

PART 2

[15] Years passed. The seasons came and went, the short animal lives fled by. A time came when there
was no one who remembered the old days before the Rebellion (...).

Somehow it seemed as though the farm had grown richer without making the animals themselves
any richer − except, of course, for the pigs and the dogs. (...) It was not that these creatures did
not work, after their fashion. There was, as Squealer* was never tired of explaining, endless work
[20] in the supervision and organization of the farm. Much of this work was of a kind that the other
animals were too ignorant to understand. For example, Squealer told them that the pigs had to
expend enormous labours every day upon mysterious things called “files”, “reports”, “minutes” and
“memoranda”. These were large sheets of paper which had to be closely covered with writing, and
as soon as they were so covered, they were burnt in the furnace. This was of the highest importance
[25] for the welfare of the farm, Squealer said. But still, neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their
own labour; and there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good. As for the
others, their life, so far as they knew, was as it had always been. They were generally hungry, they
slept on straw, they drank from the pool, they laboured in the fields. (…)

And yet the animals never gave up hope. More, they never lost, even for an instant, their sense of
[30] honour and privilege in being members of Animal Farm. They were still the only farm in the whole
county — in all England! — owned and operated by animals. (…)

* Squealer is the name of a pig.

George Orwell Animal Farm. Londres: Longman, 1945