(c) Write a précis of the following passage. Add a suitable title. 2 + 8 = 10 Socrates, the great Greek philosopher, tried hard to control himself and was resolved never to make a show of his temper. a He believed that an angry man was more a beast than a human being. He had a wife who used to lose her temper on the slightest excuse and tried her utmost to irritate the coal, calm philosopher. One day the woman became more furious than ever and began to insult Socrates. Socrates, determined not to be put out and to leave her alone, went away and sat on the door-step of his house. The wife finding Socrates was not paying a least heed to her loud and angry scolding, went up to him and emptied a pot full of water over him. The passer-by in the street were much amused at the incident, and Socrates joined them in their laughter and quickly remarked, "I was expecting this, after thunder comes rain."
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My son never saw the skeleton in the cupboard. But, he played a small part in the events that followed its discovery. My son was fifteen that year, and he was back in his boarding school in Simla after spending the long winter holidays in Dehradun. I was still managing the old Green's hotel in Dehra, a hotel that was soon to disappear and become part of Dehra's unrecorded history. It was called Green's not because it purported to the spread of any greenery (its neglected garden was chocked with lantana), but because it had been started by an Englishman, Mr. Green, back in 1920, just after the Great War had ended in Europe. Mr Green had died at the outset of the Second World War. He had just sold the hotel and was on his way back to England when the ship on which he was travelling was torpedoed by a German submarine. Mr Green went down with the ship.
The hotel had already been in decline, and the new owner, a Sikh businessman from Ludhiana, had done his best to keep it going.
But post-War and post-Independence, Dehra was going through a lean period. My husband's motor workshop was also going through a lean period - a crisis, in fact - and I was glad to take the job of running the small hotel while he took a job in Delhi.
I wrote to my son about once a month, giving him news of the hotel, some of its more interesting guests, the pictures that were showing in town.