单选题
I was reading Shirley Hazzard''s novel The Transit of Venus. Though I 【1】 her other books, I had always resisted this one. It 【2】 me as too pure somehow, too heroic, larger or finer than life and therefore unreal. But now I read it with an almost 【3】 pleasure. There were sentences that 【4】 of gratification to my eyes and 【5】 the hairs on the nape of my neck. I was in a Boston hospital, propped tip in bed with a feeding tube in my arm after 【6】 surgery for cancer. It was 【7】 double room and my roommate, who 【8】 when he spoke because he had both a broken chin and a drug habit was spraying the air for the fourth or fifth time that day with 【9】 . He had a television set and a radio going 【10】 . The diagnosis of my case was ambiguous. When I asked the doctor the usual question—How much time have I got?—he hesitated before answering. "I would say," he said, "that you have in the neighborhood of years."