Урок
чтения по рассказу Сомерсета Моэма «Мистер Всезнайка» 11 класс.
Цели – совершенствование иноязычной
коммуникативной компетенции школьников, что достигается за счет создания
условий для дополнительной речевой практики продуктивного и рецептивного
планов; систематизации и актуализации языковых, речевых и социокультурных знаний,
навыков и умений; а также путем привлечения новых аутентичных материалов,
отвечающих возрастным особенностям и интересам старшеклассников; увеличения в
связи с этим количества изучаемых тем, предметов речи, видов и типов текстов.
Текст при этом служит не только источником информации и объектом чтения, но и
образцом для развития и совершенствования навыков и умений устной и письменной
речи, отправной точкой для самостоятельных личностно-ориентированных
высказываний.
Задачи
развитие навыков изучающего чтения;
развитие умения оценивать и
интерпретировать произведения художественной литературы;
развитие специальных учебных умений,
обеспечивающих освоение языка и культуры: поиск и выделение в тексте новых
лексических средств, соотнесение средств выражения и коммуникативного намерения
автора, анализ языковых трудностей текста с целью более полного понимания
смысловой информации, группировка и систематизация языковых средств по
определенному признаку (формальному, коммуникативному), интерпретация
лингвистических и культуроведческих фактов в тексте; анализ грамматических
форм;
ознакомление учащихся с особенностями
структуры англоязычных художественных текстов и с основными приемами их
лингвостилистического анализа;
увеличение объема лексических единиц для
рецептивного и продуктивного усвоения;
увеличение объема фоновых знаний, реалий
стран изучаемого языка
осуществление межпредметных
связей (русский язык, русская литература).
План урока
1.Объявление целей и задач
урока
2.Речевая зарядка
What books do you like reading?
What are your favorite genres?
What do you think about romances?
Who prefers non-fiction books?
Reading is a hard work, isn’t it?
Today you are to read an exciting story ”Mr. Know all” by S.
Maugham.
3. Now listen to some facts about S.
Maugham and watch the presentation about him.
William
Somerset Maugham
Born
in 1874 in Paris, of English parents, William Somerset Maugham was educated at
King's School in England and Heidelberg University in Germany. Of his childhood
he says, "The accident of my birth in France: instilled in me two modes of
life, to liberties, two points of view (and) prevented me from ever identifying
completely with instincts and prejudices of one people or another".
Maugham
was a prolific writer who enjoyed great commercial success early in life.
During his life he travelled extensively through Europe, the Orient, and the
South Seas. His travels and his work as a British spy during the two world wars
provided him with stories that helped make him the most widely read English
writer since Charles Dickens. In addition to being a novelist and playwright of
distinction, Maugham was a master of the short story. "Mr. Know-All",
the short story presented here, is set after the end of the first world war
(1914-1918) at a time when Prohibition (a period when alcoholic drinks were
illegal) was still in effect. The story, along with two others, was made into a
film, Trio, in 1950. Although the story of "Mr. Know-All" takes place
more than sixty years ago,
its message remains as timely and important as when it was first
written.
4. Read the
text in groups. (Jig-saw reading)
I was
prepared to dislike Mr Kelada even before I knew him. The war had just finished
and the passenger traffic in the ocean going liners was heavy. Accommodation
was very hard to get and you had to put up with whatever the agents chose to
offer you. But when I was told the name of my companion my heart sank. It
suggested closed portholes and the night air rigidly excluded. It was bad
enough to share a cabin for fourteen days with anyone (I was going from San
Francisco to Yokohama), but I should have looked upon it with less dismay if my
fellow passenger's name had been Smith or Brown.
When I went on board I found Mr.Kelada's luggage already below.
"I am Mr Kelada", he added, with a smile that showed a row of
flashing teeth, and sat down.
"Oh. yes, we're sharing a cabin, I think".
"Bit of luck, I call it. You never know who you're going to be put in
with. I was jolly glad when I heard you were English. I'm all for us English
sticking together when we're abroad, if you understand what I mean".
I blinked.
"Are you English?" I asked, perhaps tactlessly.
"Rather. You don't think I look like an American, do you? British to the
backbone, that's what I am".
To prove it, Mr.Kelada took out of his pocket a passport and airily waved it
under my nose.
King George has many strange subjects. Mr.Kelada was short and of a sturdy
build, clean-shaven and dark skinned, with a fleshy, hooked nose and very large
lustrous and liquid eyes. His long black hair was sleek and curly. He spoke
with a fluency in which there was nothing English and his gestures were
exuberant. I felt pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport
would have betrayed the fact that Mr. Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is
generally seen in England.
"What will you have?" he asked me.
I looked at him doubtfully. Prohibition was in force and to all appearances the
ship was bone dry. When I am not thirsty I do not know which I dislike more,
ginger ale or lemon squash. But Mr.Kelada flashed an oriental smile at me.
"Whisky and soda or a dry martini, you have only to say the word".
From each of his hip pockets he furnished a flask and laid it on the table
before me. I chose the martini, and calling the steward he ordered a tumbler of
ice and a couple of glasses.
"A very good cocktail", I said.
"Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and if you've got any
friends on board, you tell them you've got a pal who's got all the liquor in
the world".
Mr.Kelada was chatty. He talked of New York and of San Francisco. He discussed
plays, pictures, and politics. He was patriotic. The Union Jack is an
impressive piece of drapery, but when it is flourished by a gentleman from
Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dignity.
Mr.Kelada was familiar. I do not wish to put on airs, but I cannot help feeling
that it is seemly in a total stranger to put mister before my name when he
addresses me. Mr.Kelada, doubtless to set me at my ease, used no such
formality. I did not like Mr.Kelada. I had put aside the cards when he sat down,
but now, thinking that for this first occasion our conversation had lasted long
enough, I went on with my game.
"The three on the four", said Mr.Kelada.
Three is nothing more exasperating when you are playing patience than to be
told where to put the card you have turned up before you have a chance to look
for yourself.
"It's coming out, it's coming out", he cried. "The ten on the
knave".
With rage and hatred in my heart I finished.
Then he seized the pack.
"Do you like card tricks?"
"No, I hate card tricks," I answered.
"Well, I'll just show you this one".
He showed me three. Then I said I would go down to the dining-room and get my
seat at the table.
"Oh, that's all right," he said, "I've already taken a seat for
you. I thought that as we were in the same stateroom we might just as well sit
at the same table".
I did not like Mr.Kelada.
He ran everything.
Ramsay was in the American Consular Service and was stationed at Kobe. He was a
great heavy fellow from the Middle West, with loose fat under a tight skin, and
he bulged out of his readu-made clothes. He was on his way back to resume his
post, having been on a flying visit to New York to fetch his wife wh had been
spending a year at home. Mrs.Ramsay was a very pretty little thing, with
pleasant manners and a sense of humor. The Consular Service is ill paid, and
she was dressed always very simply; but she knew how to wear her clothes. She
achieved an effect of quoet distinction. I should not have paid any particular
attention to her but that she pssessed a quality that may be common enough in
women, but nowadays is not obvious in their demeanour. It shone in her like a
flower on a coat.
One evening at dinner the conversation by chance drifted to the subject of
pearls. There had been in the papers a good deal of talk about the cultured
pearls which the cunning Japanese were making, and the doctor remarked that
they must inevitably diminish the value of real ones. They were very good
already; they would soon be perfect. Mr.Kelada, as was his habit, rushed the new
topic. He told us all that was to be known about pearls. I do not believe
Ramsay knew anything about them at all, but he could not resist the opportunity
to have a fling at the Levantine, and in five minutes we were in the middle of
a heated argument. I had seen Mr.Kelada vehement and voluble before, but never
so voluble and vehement as now. At last something that Ramsay said stung him,
for he thumped the table and shouted.
"Well, I ought to know what I am talking about, I'm going to Japan just to
look into this Japanese pearl business. I'm in the trade and there's not a man
in it who won't tell you that what I say about pearls goes. O know all the best
pearls in the world, and what I don't know about pearls isn't worth
knowing".
Here was news for us, for Mr.Kelada, with all his loquacity, had never told
anyone what his business was. We only knew vaguely that he was going to Japan
on some commercial errand. He looked arround the table triumphantly.
"They'll never be able to get a cultured pearl that an expert like me
can't tell with half an eye". He pointed to a chain that Mrs.Ramsay wore.
"You take my word for it, Mrs.Ramsay, that chain you're wearing will never
be worth a cent less than it is now".
Mrs.Ramsay in her modest way flushed a little and slipped the chain inside her
dress. Ramsay leaned forward. He gave us all a look and a smile flickered in
his eyes.
"That's a pretty chain of Mrs.Ramsay's, isn't it?"
"I noticed it at once", answered Mr.Kelada. "Gee, I said to
myself, those are pearls all right".
"I didn't buy it myself, of course. I'd be interested to know how much you
think it cost".
"Oh, in the trade somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. Bur if it was
bought on Fifth Avenue I shouldn't be surprised to hear anything up to thirty
thousand was paid for it".
Ramsay smiled grimly.
"You'll be surprised to hear that Mrs.Ramsay bought that string at the
department stoore the day before we left New York, for eighteen dollars".
Mr.Kelada rushed.
"Rot. It's not only real, but it's as fine a string for its size as I've
ever seen".
"Will you bet on it? I'll bet you a hundred dollars it's imitation".
"Done".
"Oh, Elmer, you can't bet on a certainly", said Mrs.Ramsay.
She had a little smile on her lips and her tone was gently deprecating.
"Can't I? If I get a chance of easy money like that I should be all sorts
of a fool not to take it".
"But how can it be proved?" she continued. "It's only my word
against Mr.Kelada's".
"Let me lok at the chain, and if it's imitation I'll tell you quickly
enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars", said Mr.Kelada.
"Take it off, dear. Let the gentleman look at it as much as he
wants".
Mrs.Ramsay hesitated a moment. She put her hands to the clasp.
"I can't undo it," she said. "Mr.Kelada will just have to take
my word for it".
I had a sudden suspicion that something unfortunate was about to occur, but I
could think of nothing to say.
Ramsay jumped up.
"I'll undo it".
He handed the chain to Mr.Kelada. He handed back the chain. He was about to
speak. Suddenly he caught sight of Mrs.Ramsay's face. It was so white that she
looked as though she were about to faint. She was staring at him with wide and
terrified eyes. They held a desperate appeal; it was so clear that I wondered
why her husband did not see it.
Mr.Kelada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. Yu could almost see
the effort he was making over himself.
"I was mistaken", he said. "It's very good imitation, but of
course as soon as I looked through my glass I saw that it wasn't real. I think
eighteen dollars is just about as much as the damned thing's worth".
He took out his pocketbook and from it a hundred dollar note. He handed it to
Ramsay without a word.
"Perhaps that'll teach you not to be so cocksure another time, my young
friend", said Ramsay as he took the note.
I noticed that Mr.Kelada's hands were trembling.
The story spread over the ship as stories do, and he had put up with a good
deal of chaff that evening. It was a fine joke that Mr.Know-All had been caught
out. But Mrs.Ramsay retired to her stateroom with a headache.
Next morning I got up and began to shave. Mr.Kelada lay on his bed smoking a
cigarette. Suddenly there was small scraping sound and saw a letter pushed
under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I
picked up the letter and saw it was addressed to Max Kelada. The name was
written in block letters. I handed it to him.
"Who's this from?" He opened it. "Oh!"
He took out of the envelope, not a letter, but a hundred-dollar note. He looked
at me and again he reddened.
He tore the envelope into little bits and gave them to me.
"Do you mind just throwing them out of the porthole?"
I did as he asked, and then I looked at him with a smile.
"No one likes being made to look a perfect damned fool", he said.
"Were the pearls real?"
"If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn't let her spend a year in New York
while I stayed at Kobe", said he.
At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr.Kelada. He reached out for his
pocketbook and carefully put in it the hundred-dollar note.
5. Answer the questions:
What
kind of man was Mr. Know All?
Why
was he the best hated man in the ship?
What
kind of man was Ramsay?
How
would you characterize Mr. Ramsay?
What
sort of argument was between Mr. Kelada and Ramsay?
Why
was the chain handed to Mr. Kelada?
Was
it a joke?
Why
did Mrs. Ramsay go to her cabin with a headache?
Did
Mr. Kelada give his opponent a hundred dollar note?
Who
returned him the money and why?
What are
your opinions of the story?
Would
you recommend this story to your friends
6. Let’s discuss the story
-This
is also an old story, much anthologised.
This
setting is a shipboard. There is an assortment of travellers cruising from the
US to Japan. Among them is Kaleda, a fellow who brags that he knows everything
and that he can never be wrong.
The
narrator dislikes him for his breezy manners and for his cocksureness.
There
is the inevitable card game and during one session Kaleda bets that the pearl
necklace that an Ambassador’s wife was wearing was of high quality. This is
disputed by the diplomat who says it is an imitation jewellery.
Kaleda
discloses that he is in pearl business and ought to know.
-Of course there are
so many other good stories by this master storyteller like “Rain” and maybe I
will mention some in my future postings but this one, Mr. Know-All is just
unforgettable
-The action takes place on board
the ship. The plot is centered upon Max Kelada – the main character of the
story. The story is written in a form of the author’s recollections. It
is the first person narration. We can divide it into 3 complete
parts under the headlines: the introduction of Mr Kelada, Mr Kelada is a good mixer and an argument
with Mr Ramsay.
-To my mind, here the author
reveals some idea about humankind. It is wrong to judge a person. We can’t know
ourselves thoroughly how we can know others. You can’t get to know a person in
a short time, not from the first impression; you need a longer period of time.
- Nobody liked Mr. Kelada and
it’s due to his manners, however he proved to be a gentleman. Seeing how
frightened and embarrassed Mrs. Ramsay was he understood everything. Mr. Kelada
was a real Mr. All-Know, because he knew how to act in a situation like that.
If he had been really mean and arrogant he wouldn’t have given up.
7. Retell the story a) as if you were the passenger
8. Retell the story b) as if you
were Mr. Kelada.
9. Retell the story c) as if you
were Mrs. Ramsay
10. Retell the story keeping
close to the text.
A
brief summary of the story
The action takes place on board the
ship. The plot is centered upon Max Kelada – the main character of the story.
The story is written in a form of the author’s recollections. It is
the first person narration. We can divide it into 3 complete parts under the
headlines: the introduction of Mr Kelada, Mr Kelada is a good mixer and an argument with Mr Ramsay.
The story begins with the narrator’s
opinion of Kelada. This gives us the opportunity to realize his attitude to the
main character. The character is characterized directly.
Mr and Mrs Ramsay were also the
passengers traveling together after a year apart. Mrs Ramsay is a pretty woman
and when her husband mentions her pearls being artificial Mr Kelada disagrees
with him. At first Mr Kelada is confident and calm. We can gather from his
remarks that he is sure of himself and it is mainly achieved with the help of
hyperbole “I know all the best pearls in the world”. He bets against Mr Ramsay
a hundred dollars. The intonation of his speech grows emotional when suddenly
he looks at Mrs Ramsay and his manner changes completely – he admits that he is
mistaken. He loses a hundred dollars. Mrs Ramsay retires to her state-room with
a headache. This puts him into a very awkward position. It strikes a reader and
makes think about the reasons of such behaviour. An envelope pushed under the
narrator’s door next day creates an atmosphere of suspense. There is a hundred
- dollar banknote in it. This effect is further sharpened by Mr Kelada’s words
“If I had a pretty wife I shouldn’t let her spend a year in New York while I
stayed at Kobe”. A reader understands that the pearls were real but he is given
an opportunity to make his own opinion of the characters. From the narrator’s
words “At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr. Kelada ” a reader can
conclude that his previous attitude has changed by the end of the story
11.
Let’s sum up
The story “Mr. Know-All” belongs to
the pen of the prominent English writer S. Maugham. William Somerset Maugham is
one of the most successful dramatists and short-story writers as well as a
novelist of considerable rank. He is known for his cynical attitude to mankind.
He ridicules many social vices, such as snobbishness, money-worship, pretence,
self-interest, etc.
Characterizing the style of Maugham one
must first of all mention the vividness of narration, brilliant technique of
character drawing and his mastership in creating a certain atmosphere. By
epithets, metaphors, repetitions, extensive use of exclamatory and
interrogative sentences the author brilliantly managed to convey Mr. Kelada and
the narrator’s attitude to him. It goes without saying that the story is a real
masterpiece.
A parallel arrangement and a definite
rhythmical pattern of the sentences “He knew everyone on board, he ran
everything, he was everywhere and always” and oxymoron “best hated man” are
meant to accentuate his being unpleasant. The use of antonomasia “Mr. All-Know”
produces a definite effect on a reader.
Somerset Maugham
was the master of the short, concise novel and he could convey relationships,
greed and ambition with a startling reality.
12. Homework.
As a reporter, write about this event
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