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Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer? for SAT 2026 is part of SAT preparation. The Question and answers have been prepared according to the SAT exam syllabus. Information about Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer? covers all topics & solutions for SAT 2026 Exam. Find important definitions, questions, meanings, examples, exercises and tests below for Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer?.
Solutions for Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer? in English & in Hindi are available as part of our courses for SAT. Download more important topics, notes, lectures and mock test series for SAT Exam by signing up for free.
Here you can find the meaning of Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer? defined & explained in the simplest way possible. Besides giving the explanation of Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer?, a detailed solution for Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer? has been provided alongside types of Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. Can you explain this answer? theory, EduRev gives you an ample number of questions to practice Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from MacDonald Harris, The Balloonist. ©2011 by The Estate of Donald Heiney. During the summer of 1897, the narrator of this story, afictional Swedish scientist, has set out for the North Pole in a hydrogen powered balloon.My emotions are complicated and notreadily verifiable. I feel a vast yearning that issimultaneously a pleasure and a pain. I am certainof the consummation of this yearning, but I don’t5 know yet what form it will take, since I do notunderstand quite what it is that the yearning desires.For the first time there is borne in upon me the fulltruth of what I myself said to the doctor only an hourago: that my motives in this undertaking are not10 entirely clear. For years, for a lifetime, the machineryof my destiny has worked in secret to prepare for thismoment; its clockwork has moved exactly towardthis time and place and no other. Rising slowly fromthe earth that bore me and gave me sustenance, I am15 carried helplessly toward an uninhabited and hostile,or at best indifferent, part of the earth, littered withthe bones of explorers and the wrecks of ships, frozensupply caches, messages scrawled with chilled fingersand hidden in cairns that no eye will ever see.20 Nobody has succeeded in this thing, and many havedied. Yet in freely willing this enterprise, in choosingthis moment and no other when the south windwill carry me exactly northward at a velocity ofeight knots, I have converted the machinery of my25 fate into the servant of my will. All this I understand,as I understand each detail of the technique by whichthis is carried out. What I don’t understand is why Iam so intent on going to this particular place. Whowants the North Pole! What good is it! Can you eat30 it? Will it carry you from Gothenburg to Malmö likea railway? The Danish ministers have declared fromtheir pulpits that participation in polar expeditions isbeneficial to the soul’s eternal well-being, or so I readin a newspaper. It isn’t clear how this doctrine is to35be interpreted, except that the Pole is somethingdifficult or impossible to attain which mustnevertheless be sought for, because man iscondemned to seek out and know everythingwhether or not the knowledge gives him pleasure. In40 short, it is the same unthinking lust for knowledgethat drove our First Parents out of the garden.And suppose you were to find it in spite of all, thiswonderful place that everybody is so anxious to standon! What would you find? Exactly nothing.45A point precisely identical to all the others in acompletely featureless wasteland stretching around itfor hundreds of miles. It is an abstraction, amathematical fiction. No one but a Swedish madmancould take the slightest interest in it. Here I am. The50 wind is still from the south, bearing us steadilynorthward at the speed of a trotting dog. Behind us,perhaps forever, lie the Cities of Men with theirteacups and their brass bedsteads. I am going forth ofmy own volition to join the ghosts of Bering and55poor Franklin, of frozen De Long and his men.What I am on the brink of knowing, I now see, is notan ephemeral mathematical spot but myself. Thedoctor was right, even though I dislike him.Fundamentally I am a dangerous madman, and what60 I do is both a challenge to my egotism and asurrender to it.Q. Over the course of the passage, the narrator’s attitudeshifts froma)fear about the expedition to excitement about it.b)doubt about his abilities to confidence in them.c)uncertainty of his motives to recognition ofthem.d)disdain for the North Pole to appreciation of it.Correct answer is option 'C'. 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