Reading Test

65 MINUTES, 52 QUESTIONS

Turn to Section 1 of your answer sheet to answer the questions in this section.

DIRECTIONS

Each passage or pair of passages below is followed by a number of questions. After reading each passage or pair, choose the best answer to each question based on what is stated or implied in the passage or passages and in any accompanying graphics (such as a table or graph).

Questions 1-10 are based on the following passage.

This passage is adapted from Philip Roth, American Pastoral. ©1997 by Philip Roth. "The Swede" was the nickname of Seymour Levov, a talented athlete from the narrator's hometown.

Line looking for the gate to our seats, I saw the Swede,

One night in the summer of 1985, while visiting New York, I went out to see the Mets play the Astros, and while circling the stadium with my friends, 5 thirty-six years older than when I'd watched him play baseball for Upsala. He wore a white shirt, a striped tie, and a charcoal-gray summer suit, and he was still terrifically handsome. The golden hair was a shade or two darker but not any thinner; no longer was it cut 10 short but fell rather fully over his ears and down to his collar. In this suit that fit him so exquisitely he seemed even taller and leaner than I remembered him in the uniform of one sport or another. The woman with us noticed him first. "Who is that?

15 That's-that's... Is that Mayor Lindsay?" she asked. "No," I said. "My God. You know who that is? It's Swede Levov." I told my friends, "that's the Swede!"

"You're Zuckerman?" he replied, vigorously shaking my hand. "The author?" "

I'm Zuckerman the author."

"Sure, you were Jerry's great pal."

30 "I don't think Jerry had great pals. He was too brilliant for pals. He just used to beat my pants off at Ping-Pong down in your basement. Beating me at Ping-Pong was very important to Jerry."

"So you're the guy. My mother says, 'And he 35 was such a nice, quiet child when he came to the house. You know who this is?" the Swede said to the boy. "The guy who wrote those books. Nathan Zuckerman."

Mystified, the boy shrugged and muttered, "Hi."

"This is my son Chris."

"These are friends," I said, sweeping an arm out to

introduce the three people with me. "And this man,"

I said to them, "is the greatest athlete in the history of

Weequahic High. A real artist in three sports. Played

45 first base like Hernandez-thinking. A line-drive

doubles hitter. Do you know that?" I said to his son.

"Your dad was our Hernandez."

"Hernandez is left-handed," he replied.

"Woll that's the only diffe

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