STUDENTEREKSAMEN ENGELSK A-NIVEAU
STUDENTEREKSAMEN ENGELSK A-NIVEAU
STUDENTEREKSAMEN ENGELSK A-NIVEAU
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Berto did not seem to register his disquiet, and started detailing the exercises they<br />
35 would go through in the training pool.<br />
"One of the first things we'll do is clear the mask. To do this you tilt your head up<br />
and blow out through your nose."<br />
[...]<br />
Jon dragged air in, pushed the bottom of the mask out, and rammed it back as water<br />
flooded in. He held on to the top of the mask and tilted his bead back, blowing out. His<br />
40 nose filled. Water was spurting down into his lungs and it was unendurable, he was<br />
drowning. He shot up and erupted from the surface, gasping. Berto made him go<br />
through it a second time, with the same result. Eventually Jon got the hang of it: it<br />
seemed that each time his head was right back he'd breathed in slightly through his nose.<br />
Back on the surface Berto addressed him.<br />
45 "You are nervous under the water?"<br />
"And above the water."<br />
"Yip yip, yip, yip."<br />
Jon slunk off back to the hotel, avoiding Berto's and Brian's gaze, sliding into the<br />
duty-free shop for another bottle of gin before locking himself in his room. The editor<br />
50 had forced him to come out here on this freebie learn-to-scuba-dive trip. The travel and<br />
sports editors had instantly refused and no one else would do it (it meant no lunching in<br />
Soho for almost a week), but the tour operator was a big advertiser with the magazine.<br />
Jon hated anything active or sporty, yet here he was. They hadn't paid for his girlfriend<br />
to come, either. Mind you, the way things were going that was probably a plus. The<br />
55 silences between them had multiplied, then lengthened into an empty continuum.<br />
He poured more gin, but no matter how much he swallowed it was never enough.<br />
Next morning he retched down the lavatory, skipped the buffet in the hotel restaurant.<br />
He spoke aloud to himself.<br />
"The condemned man didn't eat a hearty breakfast."<br />
6o He forced himself to set off for the diving school and tried to ignore an inner voice.<br />
"You're yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow."<br />
He walked as slowly as he dared, but arrived almost immediately. They'd completed<br />
all the training-pool exercises, so today it was time to take the boat out into the bay for a<br />
practice dive in the sea. [...] Berto briefed them before the dive.<br />
65 "We're only going down ten metres the first time."<br />
Full fathom five.<br />
"Just before ascending I want you, Brian, to give Jon your spare mouthpiece to<br />
breathe from. Jon, be ready to take out your mouth-piece, insert Brian's spare and come<br />
up to the surface with him."<br />
TO Take out the air supply that far down and fuck about with another one? He couldn't<br />
do it, but he would have to. [...]<br />
Jon was not all right. He'd heard that drowning was a quick death: your lungs filled<br />
and that was more or less it, bit of thrashing about, not a bad way to go. But he sucked<br />
and sucked on the mouthpiece, trying to get as much air as possible into his lungs. The