Questões: Faculdade Cásper Líbero — com gabarito

“Eu tinha que avacalhar, um cara assim só tinha que avacalhar para ver o que saía disto tudo; era o que eu podia fazer”.

“The master of the house, reminding himself of the twofold necessity of sporadically engaging in sport and of getting the family some lunch, appeared resplendent in a pair of swimming trunks and resolved to follow the path traced by the chicken: in cautious leaps and bounds, he scaled the roof where the chicken, hesitant and tremulous, urgently decided on another route. The chase now intensified. From roof to roof, more than a block along the road was covered. Little accustomed to such a savage struggle for survival, the chicken had to decide for herself the paths she must follow without any assistance from her race. The man, however, was a natural hunter. And no matter how abject the prey, the cry of victory was in the air.”

According to the text, the father:

Read the following passage from “The Chicken”, by Clarice Lispector, and answer question.

“But when everyone was quiet in the house and seemed to have forgotten her, she puffed up with modest courage, the last traces of her great escape. She circled the tiled floor, her body advancing behind her head, as unhurried as if in an open field, although her small head betrayed her, darting back and forth in rapid vibrant movements, with the age-old fear of her species now ingrained. Once in a while, but ever more infrequently, she remembered how she had stood out against the sky on the roof edge ready to cry out. At such moments, she filled her lungs with the stuffy atmosphere of the kitchen and, had females been given the power to crow, she would not have crowed but would have felt much happier. Not even at those moments, however, did the expression on her empty head alter. In flight or in repose, when she gave birth or while pecking grain, hers was a chicken head, identical to that drawn at the beginning of time.”

Read the following passage from “The Chicken”, by Clarice Lispector, and answer question.

“But when everyone was quiet in the house and seemed to have forgotten her, she puffed up with modest courage, the last traces of her great escape. She circled the tiled floor, her body advancing behind her head, as unhurried as if in an open field, although her small head betrayed her, darting back and forth in rapid vibrant movements, with the age-old fear of her species now ingrained. Once in a while, but ever more infrequently, she remembered how she had stood out against the sky on the roof edge ready to cry out. At such moments, she filled her lungs with the stuffy atmosphere of the kitchen and, had females been given the power to crow, she would not have crowed but would have felt much happier. Not even at those moments, however, did the expression on her empty head alter. In flight or in repose, when she gave birth or while pecking grain, hers was a chicken head, identical to that drawn at the beginning of time.”

A figura mostra uma representação tridimensional de um hipercubo. Nessa representação, podemos fazer algumas observações. Por exemplo, de cada vértice do hipercubo saem 4 arestas (num cubo saem 3, num quadrado saem 2). Temos bastante facilidade de, olhando para um cubo, perceber que ele é formado por 6 quadrados. Com um pequeno treino de olhar, podemos enxergar que o hipercubo é formado de cubos, num total de:

“Eis o túmulo que encerra Diofanto – maravilha de contemplar! Com um artifício aritmético a pedra ensina a sua idade: Deus concedeu-lhe passar a sexta parte da sua vidana juventude; um duodécimo na adolescência; um sétimo, em seguida, foi passado num casamento estéril. Decorreram mais cinco anos, depois do que lhe nasceu um filho. Mas esse filho desgraçado e, no entanto, bem-amado! Apenas tinha atingido a metade da idade que viveu seu pai e morreu. Quatro anos ainda, mitigando a própria dor com o estudo da ciência dos números, passou-os Diofanto, antes de chegar ao termo da sua existência.”

Por um lado te vejo como um seio murcho

Pelo outro como um ventre de cujo umbigo pende ainda

[o cordão placentário

És vermelha como o amor divino

Dentro de ti em pequenas pevides

Palpita a vida prodigiosa

Infinitamente

E quedas tão simples

Ao lado de um talher

Num quarto pobre de hotel.

Quando a indesejada das gentes chegar

(Não sei se dura ou caroável),

Talvez eu tenha medo.

Talvez sorria, ou diga:

– Alô, iniludível!

O meu dia foi bom, pode a noite descer.

(A noite com os seus sortilégios.)

Encontrará lavrado o campo, a casa limpa,

A mesa posta,

Com cada coisa em seu lugar.