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SUJET 1 Le sujet porte sur la thématique « Expression et construction de soi ». 1re partie. Synthèse en anglais (16 pts) Prenez connaissance de la thématique ci-dessus et du dossier composé des documents A, B et C et répondez en anglais à la consigne suivante (500 mots environ) :
SUJET 1 Le sujet porte sur la thématique « Expression et construction de soi ». 1re partie. Synthèse en anglais (16 pts) Prenez connaissance de la thématique ci-dessus et du dossier composé des documents A, B et C et répondez en anglais à la consigne suivante (500 mots environ) : Paying particular attention to the specificities of the three documents and taking into account the differences in tone and point of view, show how they interact to depict American society in the 1950s. 2e partie. Traduction en français (4 points) Traduisez le passage suivant du document C en français (lignes 23 à 28) : When I was about four my parents bought an Amana Stor-Mor* refrigerator and for at least six months it was like an honored guest in our kitchen. I'm sure they'd have drawn it up to the table at dinner if it hadn't been so heavy. When visitors dropped by unexpectedly, my father would say: "Oh, Mary, is there any iced tea in the Amana?" Then to the guests he'd add significantly: "There usually is. It's a Stor-Mor." *Amana Stor-Mor est une marque. À ne pas traduire. 22-LLCERANAS1 Page 2/9 Document A A Supermarket in California What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman1, for I walked down the side streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! 5 What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! —and you, Garcia Lorca2, what were you doing down by the watermelons? I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. 10 I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting 15 artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier. Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel