单选题 .  SECTION A MULTIPLE CHOICE QUESTIONS
    In this section there are four passages followed by ten multiple choice questions. For each multiple choice question, there are four suggested answers marked A, B, C and D. Choose the one that you think is the best answer and mark your answers on ANSWER SHEET TWO.
    PASSAGE ONE
    "I find it really attractive how successful you are," my date said, leaning in for a kiss.
    Sure, it sounds like a line. But it also sounds like feminism. It certainly made him more appealing than the guy who said, "Wow, you're really ambitious," like he was surprised. Or the one who asked, "Why do you work so much?" and "Why would you want to work even more?" when I was angling for a promotion.
    It didn't work out with any of those men, but going out with them made it all the more obvious to me what I want a partner to be: cute, smart, funny and yes, feminist. So go ahead, alert Susan Patton, Lori Gottlieb and the rest of the get-married-already crowd: a 30-something single woman is telling other single women that they should dare to want it all if they ever hope to have it all.
    But how do you spot a male feminist if he's not at an abortion rights rally wearing a "This Is What a Feminist Looks Like" T-shirt?
    It shouldn't be hard. After all, as Aziz Ansari said on David Letterman's show recently, everyone's a feminist now. Unless you think Beyonce shouldn't have the right to vote, should earn 23 percent less than Jay-Z and should be at home cooking rather than performing. And who would think that?
    Few guys will proudly say no when asked if they're feminists. Instead it's a whole-hearted yes, a not so enthusiastic maybe or can you define what you mean by "feminist", please? As one 32-year-old put it to The Washington Post Magazine last month, "I respect the movement. I'm hesitant to call myself a feminist, but I guess I wouldn't shy away from the term."
    In other words: do we have to put a label on it? The label isn't everything; living it is more important than saying it. But it's a good place to start.
    PASSAGE TWO
    A nine-year-old schoolgirl single-handedly cooks up a science fair experiment that ends up debunking a widely practiced medical treatment. Emily Rosa's target was a practice known as therapeutic touch (TT for short), whose advocates manipulate patients' "energy field" to make them feel better and even, say some, to cure them of various ills. Yet Emily's test shows that these energy fields can't be detected, even by trained TT practitioners. Obviously mindful of the publicity value of the situation, Journal editor George Lundberg appeared on TV to declare, "Age doesn't matter. It's good science that matters, and this is good science."
    Emily's mother Linda Rosa, a registered nurse, has been campaigning against TT for nearly a decade. Linda first thought about TT in the late 80s, when she learned it was on the approved list for continuing nursing education in Colorado. Its 100000 trained practitioners (48000 in the U.S.) don't even touch their patients. Instead, they waved their hands a few inches from the patients' body, pushing energy fields around until they're in "balance." TT advocates say these manipulations can help heal wounds, relieve pain and reduce fever. The claims are taken seriously enough that TT therapists are frequently hired by leading hospitals, at up to $70 an hour, to smooth patients' energy, sometimes during surgery.
    Yet Rosa could not find any evidence that it works. To provide such proof, TT therapists would have to sit down for independent testing—something they haven't been eager to do, even though James Randi has offered more than $1 million to anyone who can demonstrate the existence of a human energy field. (He's had one taker so far. She failed.) A skeptic might conclude that TT practitioners are afraid to lay their beliefs on the line. But who could turn down an innocent fourth grader? Says Emily: "I think they didn't take me very seriously because I'm a kid."
    The experiment was straight forward: 21 TT therapists stuck their hands, palms up, through a screen. Emily held her own hand over one of theirs left or fight and the practitioners had to say which hand it was. When the results were recorded, they'd done no better than they would have by simply guessing. If there was an energy field, they couldn't feel it.
    PASSAGE THREE
    My mother's parents came from Hungary, but my grandfather was educated in Germany. It seems he was able to hold a conversation in nine languages, but was most comfortable in German. Every morning, he read the German language newspaper, which was American owned and published in New York.
    My grandfather was the only one in his family to come to the United States. He still had relatives living in Europe. When the first World War broke out, he lamented(哀叹) the fact that if my uncle, his only son had to go, it would be cousin fighting against cousin. In the early days of the war, my grandmother begged him to stop taking the German newspaper and to take an English language paper, instead. He sneered at the idea, explaining that the fact that it was in German did not make it a German newspaper, but only an American newspaper, printed in German. But my grandmother insisted, if only that the neighbors not see him read it and think he was German. So, under duress, he finally gave up the German newspaper.
    One day, the inevitable happened and my Uncle Milton received his draft notice. My grandparents were upset, but my mother, his little sister was excited. Now she could brag about her soldier brother going off to war. My uncle, realizing how he was regarded by his ten-year-old sister and all of her friends, went out and bought them all service pins, which meant that they had a loved one in the service. When the day came for him to leave, his whole regiment left together from the stone train station. There was a band playing and my mother and her friends came to see him off. Each one wore her service pin and waved a small American flag, cheering the boys, as they left.
    The moment came and the soldiers, all rookies (新兵), none of whom had had any training, but who had nevertheless all been issued, uniforms, boarded the train. The band played and the crowd cheered. Although no one noticed, I'm sure my grandmother had a tear in her eye for the only son, going off to war. The train groaned as if it knew the destiny to which it was taking its passengers, but it soon it began to move. Still cheering and waving their flags, the band still playing, the train slowly departed the station.
    It had gone about a thousand yards when it suddenly ground to a halt. The band stopped playing, the crowd stopped cheering. Everyone gazed in wonder as the train slowly backed up and returned to the station. It seemed an eternity until the doors opened and the men started to file out. Someone shouted, "It's the armistice(停战协议). The war is over." For a moment, nobody moved, but then the people heard someone bark orders at the soldiers. The men lined up formed into two lines, walked down the steps and, with the band in tow, playing a Sousa march, paraded down the street, to be welcomed home by the assembled throng. As soon as the parade ended they were, immediately, gathered out of the army. My mother said it was a great day, but she was just a little disappointed that it didn't last a tiny bit longer. The next day my uncle returned to his job, and my grandfather resumed reading the German newspaper, which he read until the day he died.
    PASSAGE FOUR
    On a cold January morning in 1936, George V was given a king's burial. Following his coffin was his eldest son, the handsome, much loved, Prince of Wales. He was about to be proclaimed the next king of England. He was that exceptional thing: a model royal. He was at ease in every company. Everyone expected him to shake the stuffiness out of the monarchy. But as time passed, as he spanned between the royal duties, people began to remark that the prince was approaching 40 and still unmarried. Only a privileged few knew that he'd been stepping out with the mysterious American, a woman who was cheating on her husband with the future king of England. This was the lady known as Wallis Simpson, whom he was determined to marry.
    So now he was king, but no one could persuade him to give up Wallis. Not even Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin who spoke for the nation when he said Britain did not want an American divorcee for a queen. Ministerial car shuttled between Westminster and Buckingham Palace but the king could not be budged. He was forced to abdicate (退位) and all over the country flags flew at half-mast.
    In the summer of 1937 there was a quiet wedding in France. The couple looked a bit nervous, especially the groom, but only a year before he'd been a king. Now he and his wife would be called the Duke and Duchess of Windsor.
    So now the man who'd given up a kingdom and a woman who'd given up two husbands embarked on their endless round of fun and gaiety. In the war years they'd been trapped in the Bahamas, but emerged every now and then to attend the great cultural festivals where they startled the locals with the brilliance of their attire. But the man who'd been a king found he was now only a celebrity. There were even rumors that he and the Duchess were breaking up so they had to parade their devotion for the cameras.
    Four years later it was the nation's turn to mourn the Duke and to reflect on one man's decision to trade the crown of England for the love of Wallis and the price they had both had to pay.1.  The phrase "angling for" in Paragraph Two probably means ______. (PASSAGE ONE)