Q: I'm sitting here in this coffee shop. You know the one there by Allen street. The town is filled with thousands of middle class college kids living off their parent's money.

The coffee shop is where the ones come to play the part of sophisticated bohemians . The pretensions glow from their line-less faces as they sip cappuccinos and chew strawberry cookies. The boys to my right are discussing Nabokov with a serious air, a copy of Sartre's Cuba lies on the table.

The young woman on my left is declaring that she can never allow her creativity to be killed by entering the work force. The man with her scratches his goatee in agreement, occasionally suggesting they go back to his place to hear his new Washington Squares CD. Matt has just designed a new international symbol for peace. He moves from table to table trying to sell hand painted T-shirts that bear the design. Tomorrow he's leaving for the 25th anniversary Woodstock concert where he hopes to strike it rich with his creation.

Gopha the skinny Indian boy feels like singing me a verse of 'It Ain't Me Babe' when I ask him if he's a friend of Monica's. Jason is trying to talk Gopha into a dollar bet on a game of chess. Between times Jason will chew your ear off with his plans to conquer the music industry while studying entertainment law, but when it comes to his never ending dollar chess matches he's quiet as a church mouse.

I sit among them. To all surface appearances one and the same. If they could only see I would rather reach into their flesh and tear out their shallow little hearts than listen to another second of their prattle .

With no job, no gigs, and my girlfriend's so far gone she might as well be on another planet, I've been leading the writer's quiet cafe life, spending my free time outdoors drinking iced teas and cheap wines. I chat warmly with whoever decides to squander away their hours in my surrounding area.

But behind my eyes is an unspoken challenge to any and every one of these social elites to just once say one thing that would inspire me. Just one little idea which is new and meaningful. Unfortunately original thoughts are zero here.

In my secret mind I wish to run like a madman banging gongs and speaking in tongues. Or maybe jump on a table and sing the Star Spangled Banner in the forgotten language of the Hottentots. I know these thoughts only reveal me as a fool because the spark I search for cannot be found in acts of shocking performance art. Where it truly comes from is one of the mysteries which will always hang around me.

Answer the following questions:
1. Where is he at?
2. Where is his girlfriend?
3. What is he searching for?
4. What does he do?
5. Who is the town filled with?
6. What are those doing?
7. What part are they playing?
8. Why will the woman's creativity be killed?
9. Where is Matt going?
10. Where is he going tomorrow?
11. Why?
12. What would he rather do?
13. Who sings a song?
14. What does Gopha do?
15. What is Jason studying?
16. What are the boys talking about?
17. What lies on the table?
18. What kind of thoughts are not happening there?
19. What street are they near?
20. Is he working?
A: 1. in the coffee shop
2. so far gone
3. the spark
4. He is a writer
5. thousands of middle class college kids
6. living off their parent's money
7. sophisticated bohemians
8. by entering the work force
9. from table to table trying to sell hand painted T-shirts that bear the design
10. the 25th anniversary Woodstock concert
11. he hopes to strike it rich with his creation
12. run like a madman banging gongs and speaking in tongues
13. the Hottentots
14. he feels like singing me a verse of 'It Ain't Me Babe'
15. entertainment law,
16. a game of chess
17. a copy of Sartre's Cuba lies on the table
18. original thoughts
19. Allen street
20. No
Q: One day Mrs Black visited her family doctor, Mr Dodd. Mr Dodd was an old funny man with a beard. "What's the problem ?" the doctor asked her. "I am very worried about my son, Jake," Mrs Black said, "I can't stop him from betting. He spends all his money betting on horse races. And even worse he'll bet on everything. It doesn't matter what it is." The doctor said, "I've saved many people from gambling before. Send him to me." The next day Mrs Black sent her son to see the doctor. While they were talking , the boy was looking at the doctor's beard. Suddenly he said, "I bet you $ 50 that your beard is not a real one." "Oh, no, " the doctor said. "Can I pull your beard and find out ?" the boy said. The doctor thought this is a good way to teach him a lesson; so he said, "Ok, if my beard is real , you will have to pay me $ 50." The boy pulled it and soon found out it was real. The doctor laughed. Two days later the doctor telephoned Mrs Black, "I think I've saved your son." He told her the story. But Mrs Black said, "You're wrong. You've made him worse." "How can that be ?" the doctor asked . "Before he went to see you, he bet me $ 100 that you would ask him to pull your beard !" ,.

Answer the following questions:
1. What's the doctor's name?
2. What's his most notable characteristic?
3. What color is it?
4. What's the mother's name?
5. What's the son's name?
6. What's his issue?
7. Why did she send him to the doctor?
8. Did the doctor solve it?
9. How many days passed from the beginning to the end of the story?
10. How much cash had the boy made by the end?
11. What dis he usually make wagers on?
12. Did the doctor volunteer to help with this?
13. Was his beard fake?
A: 1. Mr Dodd
2. he has a beard
3. unknown
4. Mrs Black
5. Jake
6. gambling
7. he bets on everything
8. no
9. Two
10. $50
11. horse races
12. yes
13. yes
Q: The New York Times (sometimes abbreviated NYT and The Times) is an American daily newspaper, founded and continuously published in New York City since September 18, 1851, by The New York Times Company. "The New York Times" has won 122 Pulitzer Prizes, more than any other newspaper. The paper's print version in 2013 had the second-largest circulation, behind "The Wall Street Journal", and the largest circulation among the metropolitan newspapers in the United States. "The New York Times" is ranked 18th in the world by circulation. Following industry trends, its weekday circulation had fallen in 2009 to fewer than one million.

Nicknamed "The Gray Lady", "The New York Times" has long been regarded within the industry as a national "newspaper of record". It has been owned by the Ochs-Sulzberger family since 1896; Arthur Ochs Sulzberger Jr., the publisher of the Times and the chairman of the New York Times Company, is the fourth generation of the family to helm the paper. "The New York Times" international version, formerly the "International Herald Tribune", is now called the "New York Times International Edition". The paper's motto, "All the News That's Fit to Print", appears in the upper left-hand corner of the front page.

Answer the following questions:
1. What is the abbreviation for the New York Times?
2. Is there another name it's known as?
3. Any other nicknames?
4. Has it been owned by the same family for a long time?
5. Who is that family?
6. What generation of the family currently owns the paper?
7. When was it founded?
8. Has it ever won a Pulitzer?
9. How many?
10. Has any other paper won more Pulitzers?
11. Is its print version the largest in circulation?
12. What paper has the largest print circulation?
13. What is its world ranking in terms of circulation?
14. What was the international version once called?
15. What is it called now?
16. What is the NYT motto?
17. Does it appear on the front page?
18. Where?
19. On what page?
20. What is the current weekday circulation?
A:
1. NYT
2. The Times
3. The Gray Lady
4. YES
5. Ochs-Sulzberger
6. fourth generation
7. 1896
8. Yes
9. 122
10. No
11. No
12. "The Wall Street Journal"
13. 18th
14. "International Herald Tribune"
15. New York Times International Edition
16. All the News That's Fit to Print"
17. Yes
18. upper left-hand corner
19. front page
20. unknown