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Critical ReadingThe questions below are based on the following selection.In the following poem, “Sunday Morning,” poet Louis MacNeice gives commentary on the pace of most people's lives by describing Sunday morning.Down the road someone is practicing scales,The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,Man's heart expands to tinker with his carFor this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;[5] Regard these me’ns as ends, concentrate on this Now,And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead1 anyhow, Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past, That you can't abstract this day and make it to t’e week of time[10] A small eternity, a sonnet self-contained in rhyme.But listen, up the road, something gulps, the church spireOpens its eight bells out, skulls' mouths which will not tireTo tell ’ow there is no music or movement which secures Escape from the weekday time. Which deadens and endures.1Hindhead: A district in the county of Surrey, England.