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Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? for ACT 2025 is part of ACT preparation. The Question and answers have been prepared according to the ACT exam syllabus. Information about Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? covers all topics & solutions for ACT 2025 Exam. Find important definitions, questions, meanings, examples, exercises and tests below for Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer?.

Solutions for Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? in English & in Hindi are available as part of our courses for ACT. Download more important topics, notes, lectures and mock test series for ACT Exam by signing up for free.

Here you can find the meaning of Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? defined & explained in the simplest way possible. Besides giving the explanation of Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer?, a detailed solution for Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? has been provided alongside types of Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? theory, EduRev gives you an ample number of questions to practice Directions:Read the passages and choose the best answer to each question.PassageHUMANITIES: J.R.R. Tolkien and MeJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien, better known asJ.R.R. Tolkien, was many things in his long life,including philologist, writer, and university professor.Of course, today, most people remember him as the(5) author of The Lord of the Rings—a monumental workthat became an epic film.A friend introduced me to Tolkien’s writings whenI was 10 years old. Aileen gave me a copy of TheHobbit, and told me her father was reading The Lord(10) of the Rings to her and her brother at the dinner tableevery night after the family had finished eating. I readThe Hobbit and was hooked. By the time I was 14, I hadread every piece of fiction Tolkien had published.The more I read, the more fascinated I became(15) with not only the world Tolkien had created, but withthe man himself. I began to dream of meeting Tolkien.I imagined someday traveling to Oxford University,where he had been a professor of English Languageand Literature, and somehow finding the words to tell(20) him how meaningful his writings had been for me.But, growing up in the Midwest, the possibility oftraveling to England seemed very remote. Then I dis-covered that Tolkien had died years before I’d evenstarted reading The Hobbit. I forgot about my dream(25) and got down to the business of school and sports andcollege applications.I started college as a chemistry major, but bymy sophomore year, I was major-less. Somehow,by my junior year, I was accepted into the Honors(30) English program. This introduced me to the Medievaland Renaissance Collegium (MARC). The directorof MARC thought I would be a perfect fit for anew diploma program he was developing—an interimprogram between undergraduate and graduate work.(35) I applied, was accepted, and found myself faced withmy old dream: I was headed to England—to OxfordUniversity, the home of my favorite author!Oxford isn’t set up like most American univer-sities. It’s not a single uniform entity. Instead, it’s a(40) collection of 39 independent colleges, each with itsown internal structure and activities, with an overlyingadministration that conducts examinations and confersdegrees. Tolkien, for example, had been a professor at(45) Merton College. His close friend, C.S. Lewis, taught atMagdalen College (pronounced: Mawdlin). Most stu-dents identify with their college, not with the university.This means that pretty much anyone there wearing anOxford University sweatshirt is a tourist.(50) I loved Oxford. I loved the tiny streets and the waythe trees hid the modern shop fronts, showing only themedieval towers from the rolling hills of a nearby park.Even more, I loved the sense of living history—theway the children would play carelessly under towering(55) trees among centuries-old tombstones in the back-yardsof churches, or the stories our housekeeper would tellof Lawrence of Arabia’s ghost who, apparently, livedin our own quarters. When inexplicable drafts wouldsweep through my room, our housekeeper swore it was(60) Lawrence. I loved walking every Tuesday on my wayto my folklore tutorial, past the pub—The Eagle andthe Child—where Tolkien met with his best friends todiscuss their ideas for writing. The sign on the puballegedly was the inspiration for Bilbo’s flight with the(65) Giant Eagles. Best of all, I had a professor who hadactually known J.R.R. Tolkien himself.Sr. Benedicta was a very smart but very kindly,elderly nun. She was no slouch as an academic andhad published several highly regarded books in her(70) field. As a colleague, she had spent time with Tolkienwhen she was newly hired at St. Stephen’s College.One day, when she had asked me how I liked studyingat Oxford, I decided to tell her about my dream. I toldher how, when I was a child, I had wanted so badly(75) to meet Tolkien. I had vividly imagined traveling toOxford, finding his little cottage, passing through thepicket fence, past the rose bushes, to finally knock atthe great man’s door. I had even imagined him openingit and looking at me. I just could never, ever, think of(80) anything to say that didn’t make me feel like a completeidiot.Sr. Benedicta smiled indulgently at me for amoment, and then said, “He would have encour-aged that feeling.” Apparently, most people have this(85) impression of Tolkien as a gentle, grandfatherly sort ofman, but, unless you were his grandchild, that wasn’tactually the case. In person, he was frequently severeand not terribly friendly. I suppose it probably madehim a better professor. In the end, I was very glad(90) I finally made my pilgrimage to Oxford, but consid-ered it for the best that I never had a chance to thankJ.R.R. Tolkien in person.Q.Which of the following best represents the narrator’s initial opinions about J.R.R. Tolkien’s writings?a)The writings were obscure and difficult to follow.b)The writings were fascinating and made the narrator want to read more.c)The writings were interesting, but there were far too many to read them all.d)The most interesting writings were about Oxford, England.Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? tests, examples and also practice ACT tests.