Read the passage carefully and choose the best answer to each question out of the four alternatives.

Our awareness of time has reached such a pitch of intensity that we suffer acutely whenever our travels take us into some corner of the world where people are not interested in minutes and seconds. The unpunctuality of the Orient, for example, is appalling to those who come freshly from a land of fixed mealtimes and regular train services. For a modern American or Englishman; waiting is psychological torture. An Indian accepts the bank hours with resignation, even with satisfaction. He has not lost the fine art of doing anything. Our notion of time as a collection of minutes, each of which must be filled with some business or amusement, is wholly alien to the Greek. For the man who lives in a pre-industrial world, time moves at a slow and easy pace; for the good reason that he has not been made conscious of the existence of minutes.

Read the passage carefully and choose the best answer to each question out of the four alternatives.

Our awareness of time has reached such a pitch of intensity that we suffer acutely whenever our travels take us into some corner of the world where people are not interested in minutes and seconds. The unpunctuality of the Orient, for example, is appalling to those who come freshly from a land of fixed mealtimes and regular train services. For a modern American or Englishman; waiting is psychological torture. An Indian accepts the bank hours with resignation, even with satisfaction. He has not lost the fine art of doing anything. Our notion of time as a collection of minutes, each of which must be filled with some business or amusement, is wholly alien to the Greek. For the man who lives in a pre-industrial world, time moves at a slow and easy pace; for the good reason that he has not been made conscious of the existence of minutes.

Read the passage carefully and choose the best answer to each question out of the four alternatives.

Our awareness of time has reached such a pitch of intensity that we suffer acutely whenever our travels take us into some corner of the world where people are not interested in minutes and seconds. The unpunctuality of the Orient, for example, is appalling to those who come freshly from a land of fixed mealtimes and regular train services. For a modern American or Englishman; waiting is psychological torture. An Indian accepts the bank hours with resignation, even with satisfaction. He has not lost the fine art of doing anything. Our notion of time as a collection of minutes, each of which must be filled with some business or amusement, is wholly alien to the Greek. For the man who lives in a pre-industrial world, time moves at a slow and easy pace; for the good reason that he has not been made conscious of the existence of minutes.

Read the passage carefully and choose the best answer to each question out of the four alternatives.

Our awareness of time has reached such a pitch of intensity that we suffer acutely whenever our travels take us into some corner of the world where people are not interested in minutes and seconds. The unpunctuality of the Orient, for example, is appalling to those who come freshly from a land of fixed mealtimes and regular train services. For a modern American or Englishman; waiting is psychological torture. An Indian accepts the bank hours with resignation, even with satisfaction. He has not lost the fine art of doing anything. Our notion of time as a collection of minutes, each of which must be filled with some business or amusement, is wholly alien to the Greek. For the man who lives in a pre-industrial world, time moves at a slow and easy pace; for the good reason that he has not been made conscious of the existence of minutes.

Read the passage carefully and choose the best answer to each question out of the four alternatives.

Our awareness of time has reached such a pitch of intensity that we suffer acutely whenever our travels take us into some corner of the world where people are not interested in minutes and seconds. The unpunctuality of the Orient, for example, is appalling to those who come freshly from a land of fixed mealtimes and regular train services. For a modern American or Englishman; waiting is psychological torture. An Indian accepts the bank hours with resignation, even with satisfaction. He has not lost the fine art of doing anything. Our notion of time as a collection of minutes, each of which must be filled with some business or amusement, is wholly alien to the Greek. For the man who lives in a pre-industrial world, time moves at a slow and easy pace; for the good reason that he has not been made conscious of the existence of minutes.