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SUJET 1 Thématique : « Arts et débats d’idées » Partie 1 : Synthèse du dossier, en anglais (16 points) 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
SUJET 1 Thématique : « Arts et débats d’idées » Partie 1 : Synthèse du dossier, en anglais (16 points) 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, show how they interact to reflect the ways in which artists are inspired by New York City. Partie 2 : Traduction, en français (4 points) Traduisez en français le passage suivant du document A (lignes 9 à 14) : A very thin little path had been cleared on Eighty-second Street between Lexington and Third, just wide enough for two able-bodied people to squeeze through. The snow was piled high on either side. A small canyon, really, in the middle of the footpath. On the street—a quiet street at the best of times, if anything can be quiet in New York—the cars were buried under drifts. The telegraph wires sagged. The underside of the tree branches appeared like brushstrokes on the air. 24-LLCERANME1 Page 2/9 Documents A and B are excerpts from the same collection of stories, in which some famous people write about their experience of New York City. Document A Colum McCann Writer Arrived: 1982 […] But I truly fell in love with the city many years later, in the early 1990s, on my second stint, when I wasn’t quite sure if I was meant to be here at all, and it was a quiet moment that did it for me, one of those little glancing shoulder-rubs that New York can deal out at any time of the day, in any season, in any weather, in any place—even on 5 the fiercely unfashionable Upper East Side. It had snowed in the city. Two feet of it over the course of the night. It was the sort of snow that made the city temporarily magical, before all the horn-blowing and slush puddles and piles of dog crap crowning the melt. A very thin little path had been cleared on Eighty-second Street between Lexington 10 and Third, just wide enough for two able-bodied people to squeeze through. The snow was piled high on either side. A small canyon, really, in the middle of the footpath. On the street—a quiet street at the best of times, if anything can be quiet in New York—