单选题. Questions 1 to 5 are based on Part One of the interview.1.

单选题. Questions 6 to 10 are based on the second interview.6.

单选题《复合题被拆开情况》 1You should treat skeptically the loud cries now coming from colleges and universities that the last bastion of excellence in American education is being destroyed by state budget cuts and

单选题Onceacrosstheriverandintothewholesaledistrict,sheglancedaboutherforsomelikelydooratwhichtoapply.Asshecontemplatedthewidewindowsandimposingsigns,shebecameconsciousofbeinggazeduponandunderstoodforwhatshewas—awage-seeker.Shehadneverdonethisthingbeforeandlackedcourage.Toavoidconspicuityandacertainindefinableshameshefeltatbeingcaughtspyingaboutforsomeplacewhereshemightapplyforaposition,shequickenedherstepsandassumedanairofindifferencesupposedlycommontooneuponanerrand.Inthiswayshepassedmanymanufacturingandwholesalehouseswithoutonceglancingin.Atlast,afterseveralblocksofwalking,shefeltthatthiswouldnotdo,andbegantolookaboutagain,thoughwithoutrelaxingherpace.Alittlewayonshesawagreatdoorwhichforsomereasonattractedherattention.Itwasornamentedbyasmallbrasssign,andseemedtobetheentrancetoavasthiveofsixorsevenfloors."Perhaps,"shethought,"theymaywantsomeone"andcrossedovertoenter,screwinguphercourageasshewent.Whenshecamewithinascoreoffeetofthedesiredgoal,sheobservedayounggentlemaninagreyclerksuit,fumblinghiswatch-chainandlookingout.Thathehadanythingtodowiththeconcernshecouldnottell,butbecausehehappenedtobelookinginherdirection,herweakeningheartmisgaveherandshehurriedby,tooovercomewithshametoenterin.Afterseveralblocksofwalking,inwhichtheuproarofthestreetsandthenoveltyofthesituationhadtimetowearawaytheeffectofherfirstdefeat,sheagainlookedabout.Overthewaystoodagreatsix-storystructurelabeled"StormandKing,"whichsheviewedwithrisinghope.Itwasawholesaledrygoodsconcernandemployedwomen.Shecouldseethemmovingaboutnowandthenupontheupperfloors.Thisplaceshedecidedtoenter,nomatterwhat.Shecrossedoverandwalkeddirectlytowardtheentrance.Asshedidsotwomencameoutandpausedinthedoor.Atelegraphmessengerinbluedashedpastherandupthefewstepswhichgracedtheentranceanddisappeared.Severalpedestriansoutofthehurryingthrongwhichfilledthesidewalkspassedaboutherasshepaused,hesitating.Shelookedhelplesslyaroundandthen,seeingherselfobserved,retreated.Itwastoodifficultatask.Shecouldnotgopastthem.(2)Sosevereadefeattoldsadlyuponhernerves.Shecouldscarcelyunderstandherweaknessandyetshecouldnotthinkofgazinginquiringlyaboutuponthesurroundingscene.Herfeetcarriedhermechanicallyforward,everyfootofherprogressbeingasatisfactoryportionofaflightwhichshegladlymade.Blockafterblockpassedby.UponstreetlampsatthevariouscornersshereadnamessuchasMadison,Monroe,LaSalle,Clark,Dearborn:andstillshewent,herfeetbeginningtotireuponthebroadstoneflagging.Shewaspleasedinpartthatthestreetswerebrightandclean.Themorningsunshiningdownwithsteadilyincreasingwarmthmadetheshadysideofthestreetspleasantlycool.Shelookedattheblueskyoverheadwithmorerealizationofitscharmthanhadevercometoherbefore.(3)Hercowardicebegantotroubleherinaway.Sheturnedbackalongthestreetshehadcome,resolvingtohuntupStormandKingandenterin.Onthewaysheencounteredagreatwholesaleshoecompany,throughthebroadplatewindowsofwhichshesawanenclosedexecutivedepartment,hiddenbyfrostedglass.Withoutthisenclosure,butjustwithinthestreetentrance,satagrey-hairedgentlemanatasmalltable,withalargeopenledgerofsomekindbeforehim.Shewalkedbythisinstitutionseveraltimeshesitating,butfindingherselfunobservedsheeventuallygatheredsufficientcouragetofalterpastthescreendoorandstoodhumblywaiting.(4)"Well,younglady,"observedtheoldgentleman,lookingathersomewhatkindly—"whatisityouwish?"(5)"Iam,thatis,doyou—Imean,doyouneedanyhelp?"shestammered.(6)"Notjustatpresent,"heansweredsmiling."Notjustatpresent.Comeinsometimenextweek.Occasionallyweneedsomeone."(7)Shereceivedtheanswerinsilenceandbackedawkwardlyout.Thepleasantnatureofherreceptionratherastonishedher.Shehadexpectedthatitwouldbemoredifficult,thatsomethingcoldandharshwouldbesaid—sheknewnotwhat.Thatshehadnotbeenputtoshameandmadetofeelherunfortunatepositionseemedremarkable.Shedidnotrealizethatitwasjustthiswhichmadeherexperienceeasy,buttheresultwasthesame.Shefeltgreatlyrelieved.(8)Somewhatencouraged,sheventuredintoanotherlargestructure.Itwasaclothingcompany,andmorepeoplewereinevidence.(9)Anofficeboyapproachedher.(10)"Whoisityouwishtosee?"heasked.(11)"Iwanttoseethemanager,"shereturned.(12)Heranawayandspoketooneofagroupofthreemenwhowereconferringtogether.Onebrokeoffandcametowardsher.(13)"Well?"hesaid,coldly.Thegreetingdroveallcouragefromheratonce.(14)"Doyouneedanyhelp?"shestammered.(15)"No,"herepliedabruptlyandturneduponhisheel.(16)Shewentfoolishlyout,theofficeboydeferentiallyswingingthedoorforher,andgladlysankintotheobscuringcrowd.Itwasasevereset-backtoherrecentlypleasedmentalstate.问：Shequickenedherstepsbecauseshe______.

单选题. Questions 6 to 10 are based on the second interview.6.

单选题《复合题被拆开情况》PASSAGE ONE1 New calls for Australia to introduce a sugar-sweetened beverages tax have sparked an outcry from the food and beverage industry and provoked resistance from politicians. But why

单选题. Questions 1 to 5 are based on Part One of the interview.1.

单选题. SECTION A MULTIPLE-CHOICE QUESTIONS PASSAGE ONE (1)Adopted at birth by a family of Jehovah's Witnesses, I was asked from an early age to behave as much like an adult as possible. Three times a week in the Kingdom Hall in Miami, my brother and I strove to sit perfectly still in our chairs. Our mother carried a wooden spoon in her purse and was quick to take us outside for beatings if we fidgeted. (2)At 5, I sat onstage in the Kingdom Hall in Surrey, England, where my father's job had taken us. Nervously pushing my memorized lines into the microphone, I faced my mother, who was seated across from me. We were demonstrating for the congregation exactly how a Bible study with a "worldly" person, or non-Witness, should go. (3)I had played the householder before—the person who answered the door. That was easy: you just asked questions that showed you didn't know the Truth. Portraying the Witness was harder: you had to produce the right Scripture to answer any questions the householder might ask. (4)But we had written our parts on index cards and rehearsed repeatedly at home. I was well dressed and shining clean. I said my lines flawlessly and gave looks of concern at the right times. Finally, the householder agreed with everything I had said: her way of life was wicked, and the Bible clearly proved that Jehovah's Witnesses were the only true Christians who would be saved at Armageddon. Her look was grateful. Then she smiled, becoming my mother again. Everyone clapped, and she glowed with pride. At last I could go out in service. (5)From the age of 5 until I was 14, I knocked on the doors of strangers each week with memorized lines that urged them to repent. I didn't play with other children. I didn't have birthday parties or Christmas mornings. What I did was pray a lot. I knew the books of the Bible in order, by heart, and could recite various verses. My loneliness was nourished by rich, beautiful fantasies of eternal life in a paradise of peace, justice, racial harmony and environmental purity, a recompense for the rigor and social isolation of our lives. (6)This bliss wasn't a future we had to work for. Witnesses wouldn't vote, didn't involve themselves in temporal matters, weren't activists. Jehovah would do it all for us, destroying everyone who wasn't a Witness and restoring the earth to harmony. All we had to do was to obey and wait. (7)Shortly after our return to the States, my father was disfellowshipped for being an unrepentant smoker—smoking violated God's temple, the body, much like fornication and drunkenness. Three years later, my parents' marriage dissolved. My mother's second husband had served at Bethel, the Watchtower's headquarters in Brooklyn. Our doctrines, based on Paul's letters in the New Testament, gave him complete control as the new head of the household; my mother's role was to submit. My stepfather happened to be the kind of person who took advantage of this authority, physically abusing us and forcing us to shun our father completely. (8)After two years, I ran away to live with my father. My brother joined me a tumultuous six months later. We continued to attend the Kingdom Hall and preach door to door; the Witnesses had been our only community. Leaving was a gradual process that took months of questioning. I respected all faiths deeply, but at 15 I decided that I could no longer be part of a religion that overlooked inequality. (9)After she finally divorced my stepfather, my mother moved out of state and married another Witness. Our occasional correspondence skates over the surface of our strained relationship. I feel for her struggles. A smart, capable woman, she subjected her will and judgment, as the Witnesses teach, to her husbands'. If she damaged my brother and me or failed to protect us, she did so out of fear and belief. She wanted to save us from certain destruction at Armageddon, from a corrupt and dirty world. She wanted nothing less for us than paradise. (10)I love my mother, but I also love my modern life, the multitude of ideas I was once forbidden to entertain, the rich friendships and the joyous love of my family. By choosing to live in the world she scorned—to teach in a college, to spare the rod entirely, to believe in the goodness of all kinds of people—I have, in her eyes, turned my back not only on Jehovah but also on her. PASSAGE TWO (1)Think of the solitude felt by Marie Smith before she died earlier this year in her native Alaska, at 89. She was the last person who knew the language of the Eyak people as a mother-tongue. Or imagine Ned Mandrell, who died in 1974—he was the last native speaker of Manx, similar to Irish and Scots Gaelic. Both these people had the comfort of being surrounded, some of the time, by enthusiasts who knew something precious was vanishing and tried to record and learn whatever they could of a vanishing tongue. In remote parts of the world, dozens more people are on the point of taking to their graves a system of communication that will never be recorded or reconstructed. (2)Does it matter? Plenty of languages—among them Akkadian, Etruscan, Tangut and Chibcha—have gone the way of the dodo, without causing much trouble to the descendants. Should anyone lose sleep over the fact that many tongues—from Manchu (spoken in China) to Hua (Botswana) and Gwich'in (Alaska)—are in danger of suffering a similar fate? (3)Compared with groups who lobby to save animals or trees, campaigners who lobby to preserve languages are themselves a rare breed. But they are trying both to mitigate and publicize an alarming acceleration in the rate at which languages are vanishing. Of some 6,900 tongues spoken in the world today, some 50% to 90% could be gone by the end of the century. In Africa, at least 300 languages are in near-term danger, and 200 more have died recently or are on the verge of death. Some 145 languages are threatened in East and South-east Asia. (4)Some languages, even robust ones, face an obvious threat in the shape of a political power bent on imposing a majority tongue. A youngster in any part of the Soviet Union soon realised that whatever you spoke at home, mastering Russian was the key to success. (5)Nor did English reach its present global status without ruthless tactics. In years past, Americans, Canadians and Australians took native children away from their families to be raised at boarding schools where English rules. In all the Celtic fringes of the British Isles there are bitter memories of children being punished for speaking the wrong language. (6)But in an age of mass communications, the threats to linguistic diversity are less ruthless and more spontaneous. Parents stop using traditional tongues, thinking it will be better for their children to grow up using a dominant language (such as Swahili in East Africa) or a global one (such as English, Mandarin or Spanish). And even if parents try to keep the old speech alive, their efforts can be doomed by films and computer games. (7)The result is a growing list of tongues spoken only by white-haired elders. A book edited by Peter Austin, an Australian linguist, gives some examples: Njerep, one of 31 endangered languages counted in Cameroon, reportedly has only four speakers left, all over 60. The valleys of the Caucasus used to be a paradise for linguists in search of unusual syntax, but Ubykh, one of the region's baffling tongues, officially expired in 1992. PASSAGE THREE (1)London is steeped in Dickensian history. Every place he visited, every person he met, would be drawn into his imagination and reappear in a novel. There really are such places as Hanging Sword Alley in Whitefriars Street, EC1 (Where Jerry Cruncher lived in A Tale of Two Cities) and Bleeding Heart Yard off Greville Street, EC1 (Where the Plornish family lived in Little Dorrit); they are just the sort of places Dickens would have visited on his frequent night-time walks. (2)He first came to London as a young boy, and lived at a number of addresses throughout his life, moving as his income and his issue (he had ten children) increased. Of these homes only one remains, at 48 Doughty Street, WC1, now the Dickens House Museum, and as good a place as any to start your tour of Dickens's London. (3)The Dickens family lived here for only two years—1837-1839—but during this brief period, Charles Dickens first achieved great fame as a novelist, finishing Pickwick Papers, and working on Oliver Twist, Barnaby Rudge and Nicholas Nickleby. If you want a house full of atmosphere, you may be a little disappointed, for it is more a collection of Dickensiana than a recreation of a home. Don't let this deter you, however, for this is the place to see manuscripts, first editions, letters, original drawings, as well as furniture, pictures and artifacts from different periods of his life. Just one room, the Drawing Room, has been reconstructed to look as it would have done in 1839, but elsewhere in the house you can see the grandfather lock which belonged to Moses Pickwick and gave the name to Pickwick Papers, the writing table from Gad's Hill, Rochester, on which he wrote his last words of fiction, and the sideboard he bought in 1839. (4)1t was in the back room on the first floor that Dickens's sister-in-law Mary Hogarth died when she was only 17. He loved Mary deeply, probably more than his wife, her sister. The tragedy haunted him for years, and is supposed to have inspired the famous death scene of Little Nell in The Old Curiosity Shop. (5)1f you walk through Lincoln's Inn Fields, you will come across Portsmouth Street, and a building which, since Dickens's death, has claimed to be the Old Curiosity Shop itself. It is thought to date from 1567, and is the oldest shop in London, but it seems more likely that the real Curiosity Shop was off Leicester Square. Whatever the truth, the shop makes a pleasant change from the many modem buildings which line the street. (6)1f you know Dickens's work well, you may like to make your own way around this area, or you may prefer to rely on the experts and join a guided walk. (7)"City Walks" organize a tour around a part of London which features strongly both in Dickens's early life and his books. This is Southwark, SE1, an area not normally renowned as tourist attraction, but one which is historically fascinating. When the Dickens family first arrived in London, John Dickens, Charles's father, was working in Whitehall. He was the model for Mr. Micawber in David Copperfield, so it is not surprising to learn that within a few months he was thrown into the Marshalsea Prison, off Borough High Street, for debt (Micawber was imprisoned in King's Bench Prison which stood on the corner of the Borough Road). The Marshalsea Prison has long gone, but you can stand by the high walls and recall the time that Dickens would go into prison for supper each evening, after a hard and humiliating day sticking labels on pots at the Blacking Warehouse at Hungerford Stairs. (8)Off Borough High Street are several small alleys called Yards. These mark the sites of the old coaching inns where passengers would catch a cart to destinations around the country. In one, White Hart Yard, stood the White Hart Inn, a tavern that Dickens knew well and in which he decided to introduce one of his best-loved characters, Sam Weller, of Pickwick Papers. Mr. Pickwick's meeting with Sam ensured the popularity of the novel which was then serialized in monthly installments, and made Dickens a famous name. PASSAGE FOUR (1)When Arsenal, an English football club, took on Reading in 2007, the cover of the official program featured Theo Walcott, a young football player known for his speed. A copy is on display near the town of Bhigwan in the Indian state of Maharashtra, in a factory belonging to Ballarpur Industries Limited (BILT). It is India's biggest maker of writing and printing paper, including the glossy stock that Arsenal supporters browse before kick-off. (2)BILT is part of the Avantha Group, a corporation headed by Gautam Thapar that spans agribusiness, power and manufacturing, among other things. The group has grown at a pace that would shame Mr. Walcott, earning revenues of about $4 billion in 2009, compared with $1 billion in 2003. It provides one example of how corporate India might evolve, as it globalizes its operations, professionalizes its management and modernizes its technologies, while remaining a family corporation. (3)The group was founded in the 1920s by Karam Chand Thapar, who passed it on to his son, Lalit Mohan. Like many family corporations, it split in its third generation. But it split amicably, leaving Mr. Thapar with the lion's share of the businesses. Other corporate siblings squabble over the family name. Mr. Thapar dropped it, rebranding the group "Avantha" in 2007. (4)Mr. Thapar cites a European tradition, where the heirs to family businesses first go off to try their luck elsewhere, before returning to the family fold. By accident, if not by design, he enjoyed a similar upbringing. As the second son of Lalit Mohan's brother, Gautam grew up "twice removed from any position of inheritance." (5)That was probably just as well. Sudhir Trehan, who runs Crompton Greaves, Avantha's electrical equipment-maker, jokes that when he joined as a trainee in 1972, the management would not drink tea unless it were served with white gloves from a silver pot. That complacent culture could not survive the less sheltered economy of the 1990s. Mr. Thapar became boss of BILT after steering it clear of bankruptcy in the latter half of that decade. Thereafter his uncle left him free to get on with it. Mr. Thapar cultivates a similar relationship with those who work for him, giving promising young executives responsibility for smaller units early on, so they can make their mistakes before the stakes get too big. "You actually believe it's your company," says Vineet Chhabra, head of Global Green, a subsidiary which exports foods to 50 countries. (6)One advantage of a corporation is that it allows the ambitious to graduate from one company to another without leaving the group. When Mr. Chhabra began to feel irritated by Global Green's small scale, he was given that option. But instead he chose to turn Global Green into the bigger company he wanted to run. With the group's backing, it acquired Intergarden, a Belgian company three times its size. The purchase illustrates another advantage of the corporation: it gives units access to finance they could not raise on their own. (7)1ndian companies typically buy firms abroad to secure materials, markets, or technologies. Avantha has gone in search of all three. Intergarden, for example, gave Global Green valuable customer relationships. BILT bought a Malaysian firm to gain access to its timber. Crompton Greaves wanted Pauwels, a Belgian company, mainly for its know-how. (8)Mr. Thapar is unusual among Indian businessmen in seeking inspiration (as well as acquisitions and markets) in continental Europe. In both Europe and India, he points out, the state remains a big owner of enterprise, the capital markets have yet to supersede banks as a source of corporate finance, and share ownership is often concentrated in family hands. Even the group's new name is an unlikely mix of Indian and European. It evokes both the Sanskrit for "strong foundations" and the French for "advance"—a combination worth trading the family name for.1. The author's mother can be described as the following EXCEPT ______PASSAGE ONE

单选题《复合题被拆开情况》　　1 In the town there were two mutes, and they were always together. Early every morning they would come out from the house where they lived and walk arm in arm down the street to work. The

单选题《复合题被拆开情况》 1Some of the advantages of bilingualism include better performance at tasks involving " executive function"which involves the brain’s ability to plan and prioritize, better defense against

单选题《复合题被拆开情况》 1There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At hig

单选题. SECTION A MULTIPLE-CHOICE QUESTIONS In this section there are three passages followed by fourteen 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. PASSAGE ONE (1) Not long ago there lived in uptown New York, in a small almost meager room, though crowded with books, Leo Finkle, a rabbinical student in the Yeshivah University. Finkle, after six years of study, was to be ordained in June and had been advised by an acquaintance that he might find it easier to win himself a congregation if he were married. Since he had no present prospects of marriage, after two tormented days of turning it over in his mind, he called in Pinye Salzman, a marriage broker whose two-tine advertisement he had read in the Forward. (2) The matchmaker appeared one night out of the dark fourth-floor hallway of the gray stone rooming house where Finkle lived, grasping a black, strapped portfolio that had been worn thin with use. Salzman, who had been long in the business, was of slight but dignified build, wearing an old hat, and an overcoat too short and tight for him. He smelled frankly of fish, which he loved to eat, and although he was missing a few teeth, his presence was not displeasing, because of an amiable manner curiously contrasted with mournful eyes. His voice, his lips, his wisp of beard, his bony fingers were animated, but give him a moment of repose and his mild blue eyes revealed a depth of sadness, a characteristic that put Leo a little at ease although the situation, for him, was inherently tense. (3) He at once informed Salzman why he had asked him to come, explaining that his home was in Cleveland, and that but for his parents, who had married comparatively late in life, he was alone in the world. He had for six years devoted himself almost entirely to his studies, as a result of which, understandably, he had found himself without time for a social life and the company of young women. Therefore he thought it the better part of trial and error—of embarrassing fumbling—to call in an experienced person to advise him on these matters. He remarked in passing that the function of the marriage broker was ancient and honorable, highly approved in the Jewish community, because it made practical the necessary without hindering joy. Moreover, his own parents had been brought together by a matchmaker. They had made, if not a financially profitable marriage—since neither had possessed any worldly goods to speak of—at least a successful one in the sense of their everlasting devotion to each other. Salzman listened in embarrassed surprise, sensing a sort of apology. Later, however, he experienced a glow of pride in his work, an emotion that had left him years ago, and he heartily approved of Finkle. (4) The two went to their business. Leo had led Salzman to the only clear place in the room, a table near a window that overlooked the lamp-lit city. He seated himself at the matchmaker side but facing him, attempting by an act of will to suppress the unpleasant tickle in his throat. Salzman eagerly unstrapped his portfolio and removed a loose rubber band from a thin packet of much-handled cards. As he flipped through them, a gesture and sound that physically hurt Leo, the student pretended not to see and gazed steadfastly out the window. Although it was still February, winter was on its last legs, signs of which he had for the first time in years begun to notice. He now observed the round white moon moving high in the sky through a cloud menagerie (动物园), and watched with half-open mouth as it penetrated a huge hen, and dropped out of her like an egg laying itself. Salzman, though pretending through eye-glasses he had just slipped on, to be engaged in scanning the writing on the cards, stole occasional glances at the young man's distinguished face, noting with pleasure the long severe scholar's nose, brown eyes heavy with learning, sensitive yet ascetic lips, and a certain almost hollow quality of the dark cheeks. He gazed around at shelves upon shelves of books and let out a soft, contented sigh. (5) When Leo's eyes fell upon the cards, he counted six spread out in Salzman's hand. (6) "So few?" he asked in disappointment. (7) "You wouldn't believe how many cards I got in my office," Salzman replied. "The drawers are already filled to the top, so I keep them now in a barrel, but is every girl good for a new rabbi?" (8) Leo blushed at this, regretting all he had revealed of himself in a curriculum vitae he had sent to Salzman. He had thought it best to acquaint him with his strict standards and specifications, but in having done so, felt he had told the marriage broker more than was absolutely necessary. (9) He hesitantly inquired, "Do you keep photographs of your clients on file?" (10) "First comes family, amount of dowry, also what kind promises," Salzman replied, unbuttoning his tight coat and settling himself in the chair. "After comes pictures, rabbi." (11) "Call me Mr. Finkle. I'm not yet a rabbi." (12) Salzman said he would, but instead called him doctor, which he changed to rabbi when Leo was not listening too attentively. (13) Salzman adjusted his horn-rimmed spectacles, gently cleared his throat and read in an eager voice the contents of the top card: (14) "Sophie P. Twenty four years. Widow one year. No children. Educated high school and two years college. Father promises eight thousand dollars. Has wonderful wholesale business. (15) Also real estate. On the mother's side comes teachers, also one actor. Well known on Second Avenue." (16) Leo gazed up in surprise. "Did you say a widow?" (17) "A widow don't mean spoiled, rabbi. She lived with her husband maybe four month. He was a sick boy she made a mistake to marry him." (18) "Marrying a widow has never entered my mind." (19) "This is because you have no experience. A widow, especially if she is young and healthy like this girl, is a wonderful person to marry. She will be thankful to you the rest of her life. Believe me, if I was looking now for a bride, I would marry a widow." (20) Leo reflected, then shook his head. (21) Salzman hunched his shoulders in an almost imperceptible gesture of disappointment. He placed the card down on the wooden table and began to read another; (22) "Lily H. High school teacher. Regular. Not a substitute. Has savings and new Dodge Car. Lived in Paris one year. Father is successful dentist thirty-five years. Interested in professional man. Well Americanized family. Wonderful opportunity." (23) "I knew her personally," said Salzman. "I wish you could see this girl. She is a doll. Also very intelligent. All day you could talk to her about books and theater and what not. She also knows current events." (24) "I don't believe you mentioned her age?" (25) "Her age?" Salzman said, raising his brows. "Her age is thirty-two years." (26) Leo said after a while, "I'm afraid that seems a little too old." (27) Salzman let out a laugh. "So how old are you, rabbi?" (28) "Twenty-seven." (29) "So what is the difference, tell me, between twenty-seven and thirty-two? My own wife is seven years older than me. So what did I suffer?—Nothing. If Rothschild's a daughter wants to marry you, would you say on account her age, no?" (30) "Yes," Leo said dryly. (31) Salzman shook off the no in the yes. "Five years don't mean a thing. I give you my word that when you will live with her for one week you will forget her age. What does it mean five years—that she lived more than somebody who is younger? On this girl, God bless her, years are not wasted. Each one that it comes makes better the bargain." (32) "What subject does she teach in high school?" (33) "Languages. If you heard the way she speaks French, you will think it is music. I am in the business twenty-five years, and I recommend her with my whole heart. Believe me, I know what I'm talking, rabbi." (34) "What's on the next card?" Leo said abruptly. PASSAGE TWO (1) In the cloudless early hours of July 27, two tiny fishing boats drifted across the Mediterranean Sea. Crammed aboard were 733 would-be migrants, including 59 children under the age of 5. Most were from the impoverished and despotically ruled northeast Afriean nation of Eritrea. They carried with them only biscuits and a few plastic bottles of water, and few of them knew how to swim. None wore life jackets. They had pushed off from the Libyan shore at about midnight, along with a third boat that was now missing. Their destination was the Italian island of Sicily, 300 miles away. Most of the migrants had no idea how long their journey might last, though a few had been told by their smugglers that they could expect to reach Italy in six to eight hours. In reality, at the boats' current speed, such a voyage would take at least six days, long past the point when almost all those onboard would have perished from dehydration or exposure. For the crossing, the migrants paid an average of $1,500. (2) These 733 passengers were only the latest participants in a deadly drama that has been unfolding in the Mediterranean this year. After a decade of steady escalation, the flood of migrants into Europe has now reached a crisis point, with at least a quarter-million making the journey so far this summer. Most have sought to escape the poverty of sub-Saharan Africa or the wars in Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan, and their two principal entry points are Italy and Greece. (3) By far the most perilous route is the Libya-Italy sea crossing, where more than 2,500 people have perished since March. In the worst incident, in late April, a grotesquely overladen fishing trawler capsized and sank within sight of a rescue ship; of the estimated 800 migrants aboard, only 28 were saved. (4) Largely in response to that tragedy, a handful of rescue vessels—notably those operated by the medical-relief organization Mdecins Sans Frontires (M. S. F.)—now patrol the waters off Libya in hopes of intercepting the boats. (5) For those attempting this crossing, the perils begin long before they get on the boats. The very lawlessness that has made Libya a smugglers' haven also means the migrants are prey to the rival criminal bands and tribal militias that now roam the nation. Many of those on the fishing boats had their personal Libyan horror stories: rape, torture, kidnappings that ended only when their families back home wired whatever money was left to cover their ransom. In their desperation to escape, even the risk of dying at sea seemed a better alternative. For this voyage, the smugglers squeezed dozens of passengers down into the boats' four-foot holds, where they could only lie flat as even more passengers were forced in on top of them. (6) Those who are not Muslim are especially vulnerable. In Libya, Nuhami Kidane, 26, was refused medical treatment after a car accident when doctors noticed the rosary tattoo on her hand. Kidane, who asked that her face be concealed to protect her family, hoped to reach England and earn a nursing degree. "I can read, I can write and I'm very smart," she said. "There is nothing left in Eritrea, so this is why I made the journey." Her hopes sank, however, as the sun rose higher. "When I saw there was nothing around us," she recalled, "I thought, O.K., we are finished, this is all ending now." It had been six hours since the migrants first set off. Food and water were running out, and soon the situation grew even worse. From down in the hold came cries that the boat was beginning to leak. (7) At 9 a. m., the migrants saw a ship in the distance and began to wave their arms frantically. An hour later, a small rigid-hulled inflatable boat, or RIB, approached. It made a series of slow passes around the two fishing boats for 20 minutes while a man onboard used a bullhorn to address the migrants in English and Arabic. Stay calm, he said. You are about to be rescued. The RIB had been launched from the Bourbon Argos, a retrofitted offshore supply ship chartered by M. S. F., which rushed to the area after receiving a distress call about the fishing boats. The crew on the RIB was to play a crucial crowd-control role in the delicate operation about to ensue, one designed to avoid a repeat of a tragedy that occurred several weeks earlier, when the M. S. F. team was rescuing migrants aboard an inflatable raft. The sudden collapse of a pontoon had triggered a rush for the Argos; as the M. S.F. team watched helplessly, at least three migrants swiftly disappeared beneath the surface. (8) Today, all went smoothly. Over the course of 90 minutes, the M. S. F. team and the crew of the Argos methodically evacuated all the migrants aboard the two fishing boats, including one man suffering from delirium, who had to be removed on a stretcher. (9) When the fishing boats were fully evacuated, crew members from the Argos removed the boats' engines and spray-painted messages on the decks saying that a rescue had been conducted. Cast adrift, the boats would later be destroyed by patrolling European naval vessels to prevent smugglers from reusing them. Safely onboard the Argos, the migrants hung their wet clothes to dry, drank fresh water and ate high-protein biscuits. In the afternoon, an M. S. F. staff member delivered some welcome news through a bullhorn: The missing third boat had been found, and its passengers, most of whom were also Eritrean, were now on a different rescue vessel. The report brought joyful embraces and a scattering of applause among those on the deck of the Argos. That evening, a Christian priest led the crowd in an exuberant two-hour service. The rescue was a success, but it also pointed to the increasingly perverse symbiotic relationship that has developed among migrants, smugglers and saviors. As rescue operations in the Mediterranean become more coordinated, it may encourage more migrants to attempt the journey, further enriching the smugglers in Libya. It was almost certainly the smugglers themselves who placed the distress call about the overladen fishing boats, and they have increasingly taken to telling their victims that, rather than Italy, it is a rescue ship that they will reach in a short time. Some on the fishing boats had been told precisely the same story. Now friends and family members separated between the two boats had found one another again. (10) The stories they told were harrowing. Along with 26 other Eritrean Christians, Hagos Kibrom, 37, had been held for the past three weeks by two different groups of kidnappers in Libya, who beat and starved their prisoners while awaiting the delivery of ransom money—an additional $ 3,000 in Kibrom's case—from relatives back in Eritrea. (11) The Argos, now filled to capacity, turned back toward the Italian mainland, some 40 hours away. Once the excitement and euphoria of their rescue wore off, many of those on her decks fell into exhausted slumber. Others gathered in small groups to talk late into the night of their hopes and dreams upon finally reaching Europe: to go to university, to find good jobs, to bring their families to their new homes. (12) In fact, the migrants would have very little chance of seeing their dreams realized. Barred from legally working while their petitions for asylum are processed—a process that, in most European nations, takes years—most will disappear into the Continent's growing migrant ghettos, where they will struggle to find work in economies that have little need for them, and will live at the margins of societies that increasingly resent their presence. The growth in the migrant population has spurred a hostile reaction across Europe, ranging from restrictive laws and border fences to, ever more frequently, physical attacks. (13) For now, though, that all lay ahead. Before dawn on July 29, 54 hours after the migrants left Libya, the Bourbon Argos approached the harbor in Reggio Calabria, on the Italian mainland. As they watched sunlight spread over the foothills of Italy, they were unaware of another bit of dispiriting news. While the Eritreans aboard the missing third fishing boat had indeed been found, the two-or three-hour delay before the rescuers reached them had proved critical; onboard, rescuers found 13 migrants already dead. (14) In the five weeks since the rescue of the Eritrean migrants by the Argos, at least 500 more migrants have died trying to make the Libya-Italy crossing. PASSAGE THREE (1) As dawn rose on 13 August 1704 over the village of Blindheim in southern Germany, a French officer was horrified to wake and see the red and white uniforms of an English army advancing towards him in full battle array. Riding hell for leather back into the French camp, he found his troops in their tents fast asleep—they had all thought the English were miles away. The battle that followed at Blindheim (literally, "the home of the blind") would rank as England's greatest military triumph since Agincourt, and would make the reputation of the general who accomplished it—John Churchill, Duke of Marlborough. (2) Churchill specialized in dawn surprises. Early on 24 November 1688 he had led four hundred officers and men out of the camp of King James Ⅱ on Salisbury Plain to join the invading army of William of Orange—it was the key defection in the Dutchman's bloodless takeover. Rewarded with the earldom of Marlborough, Churchill would build a spectacular military career based on imagination, administrative ability and a willingness to lead from the front. (3) But Churchill's bravery was matched by his arrogance, vanity and deviousness—for many years he maintained a secret correspondence with the exiled James II and in 1694 even betrayed the battle plans for a British naval attack on the French port of Brest. Churchill also played domestic politics with the help of his equally ambitious wife Sarah, who used her position as best friend and confidante of Queen Mary's younger sister Anne to intrigue at court on her husband's behalf. (4) Following the death of Mary in 1694 and then William in 1702, Anne became Queen in her own right, and the Churchills, John and Sarah, made full use of the wealth and influence that went with being the power-couple behind the throne. In 1702 Sarah controlled the three main jobs in the new Queen's household—she was groom of the stole, mistress of the robes and keeper of the privy purse—while John, now Knight of the Garter, was "Captain-General of her Majesty's land forces and Commander-in-Chief of forces to be employed in Holland in conjunction with troops of the allies". (5) England was then at war with France, the so-called War of the Spanish Succession that followed the death of the mad and childless Carlos Ⅱ of Spain. The conflict had been sparked in 1701 when Louis ⅩⅣ backed his grandson Philip's claim to the entire Spanish Empire that included large areas of Italy. Not content with that, he had recognized James Ⅱ's son, James Francis Edward Stuart (the child believed by Protestants to have been smuggled into the royal birthing bed in a warming pan), as "King James Ⅲ" of England. To resist the French King's bid for a "universal monarchy", England, the Netherlands and Austria had banded together in a "Grand Alliance"—and the Earl of Marlborough was given command of the English and Dutch forces. (6) Marlborough's problem was that Holland viewed its army primarily as a defense force. The Dutch did not want their soldiers deployed too far from home. So Marlborough did not tell his allies the full story as he headed south towards the River Mosel. Swinging eastwards, he made a series of forced marches, travelling from 3 to 9 a. m. in the morning in order to avoid the summer heat and the French spies. At every halt, masterly planning had fresh horses, food and clothing awaiting his troops—in Heidelberg there was a new pair of boots for every soldier. Meeting up with Prince Eugene, the Austrian commander, Marlborough went to view the enemy encampment at Blindheim from the top of a church tower on 12 August, and the two men agreed to make a surprise attack next day. (7) The allies were outnumbered by the Franco-Bavarian forces but they had surprise on their side, plus a disciplined aggression which Marlborough's training had instilled into the formerly despised English soldiery. "The rapidity of their movements together with their loud yells, were truly alarming," recalled one French officer. (8) By the end of the day, the Franco-Bavarian army had suffered some 20,000 killed and wounded, compared to 12,000 on the allied side. As dusk fell, Marlborough scribbled a message to his wife on the back of a tavern bill: "I have not time to say more but to beg you will give my duty to the Queen and let her know her army has had a glorious victory." (9) When the message reached London eight days later the capital went wild. It was a memorable victory, overturning the country's reputation as an offshore also-ran. A service of thanksgiving was held in the newly built St Paul's Cathedral, printers turned out copies of the tavern-bill note, and Parliament voted Marlborough a dukedom and a huge sum of money. The Queen gave her friend's husband land from the old royal estate at Woodstock near Oxford, and on it the new Duke and Duchess of Marlborough would erect a magnificent palace named after the popular English rendering of Blindheim—Blenheim. (10) In the years that followed, Marlborough won victories at Ramillies (1706), Oudenarde (1708)and Malplaquet (1709). But the last of these cost thirty thousand allied lives—it was "a very murdering battle", as Marlborough himself confessed, and English opinion began to turn against the war. The revelation that the great man had enriched himself from the sale of bread to his armies led to charges of embezzlement, and on New Year's Eve 1711 he was sacked by his wife's former best friend, Queen Anne. (11) Disabled by strokes, John Churchill died in 1722, pitifully broken in body and mind. But his palace at Blenheim remains a splendid memorial to a great general and an historic victory, and was to be the birthplace a century and a half later of another battling Churchill—Winston. Britain's inspirational leader in the Second World War was a direct descendant of the first Duke of Marlborough.1. What's Leo Finkle's state of mind when Salzman the matchmaker came to his room?(PASSAGE ONE)

单选题. Questions 1 to 5 are based on Part One of the interview.1.

单选题. Questions 1 to 5 are based on Part One of the interview.1.

单选题. Questions 6 to 10 are based on Part Two of the interview.6.

单选题There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor-boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes(滑水板)over cataracts of foam. On weekends Mr. Gatsby’s Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with scrubbing-brushes and hammer and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before. (2)Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York—every Monday these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler’s thumb. (3)At least once a fortnight a corps of caterers came down with several hundred feet of canvas and enough colored lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby’s enormous garden. On buffet tables, garnished with glistening hors-d’oeuvre(冷盘), spiced baked hams crowded against salads of harlequin designs and pastry pigs and turkeys bewitched to a dark gold. In the main hall a bar with a real brass rail was set up, and stocked with gins and liquors and with cordials(加香甜酒)so long forgotten that most of his female guests were too young to know one from another. (4)By seven o’clock the orchestra has arrived—no thin five-piece affair, but a whole pitful of oboes and trombones and saxophones and viols and cornets and piccolos and low and high drums. The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs: the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colors and hair shorn in strange new ways, and shawls beyond the dreams of Castile. The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside until the air is alive with chatter and laughter and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names. (5)The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. (6)The groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath— already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp joyous moment the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light. (7)Suddenly one of the gypsies in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her hands like Frisco, dances out alone on the canvas platform. A momentary hush: the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her, and there is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda Gray’s understudy from the Follies. The party has begun. (8)I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby’s house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not invited—they went there. They got into automobiles which bore them out to Long Island, and somehow they ended up at Gatsby’s door. Once there they were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby, and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of behavior associated with amusement parks. Sometimes they came and went without having met Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission. (9)I had been actually invited. A chauffeur in a uniform crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer—the honor would be entirely Gatsby’s, it said, if I would attend his "little party" that night. He had seen me several times and had intended to call on me long before but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it—signed Jay Gatsby in a majestic hand. (10)Dressed up in white flannels I went over to his lawn a little after seven and wandered around rather ill-at-ease among swirls and eddies of people I didn’t know—though here and there was a face I had noticed on the commuting train. I was immediately struck by the number of young Englishmen dotted about: all well dressed, all looking a little hungry and all talking in low earnest voices to solid and prosperous Americans. I was sure that they were all selling something: bonds or insurance or automobiles. They were, at least, agonizingly aware of the easy money in the vicinity and convinced that it was theirs for a few words in the right key. (11)As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table—the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

单选题《复合题被拆开情况》 1It’s 7 pm on a balmy Saturday night in June, and I have just ordered my first beer in I Cervejaria, a restaurant in Zambujeira do Mar, one of the prettiest villages on Portugal’s south-wes

单选题《复合题被拆开情况》 1There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At hig

单选题. SECTION A MULTIPLE-CHOICE QUESTIONS In this section there are four passages followed by fourteen 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 Why should Native American students be allowed to have specially adapted educational programs, and what is so different about their learning motivation, compared to that of the Anglo majority? Native American students, whether young or old, learn by applying principles and skills to their daily lives. In order for these students to learn a skill, or subject, they must first understand how it relates to their everyday life, and how it can help them to stay upon a strong spiritual path. Learning for Native American students, is not motivated by better grades, or awards, but by the success that it will afford them in future, so when learning environments and curriculum do not address, or even take into consideration, the cultural, and spiritual differences of the Native American students, future success in life becomes an elusive and unattainable goal. Educational programs for Native American students need to be practical, applicable, and culturally based. The Native American population's educational motivation, as a whole, is more focused on the future utilization of lessons and skills learned, and the benefit that will be given back to the Native American community. As each individual succeeds educationally, they become a model for others, and give hope that the Native American way of life will continue. Unlike the majority of Anglo children, for which our current academic models were forged, Native American children suffer from cultural exclusion and identity crises, racism, poverty and isolation, poor role models, familial instability and abuse, poor mental, physical, and emotional health, as well as anonymity. Native American students, primarily those in grades K-12, can be categorized as dangerously "at risk". The cultural hurdles, compounded by those thrown at them educationally, cause many Native American students to drop out, abuse drugs and alcohol, and/or commit crimes to medicate and alleviate their inability to cope with seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Native American youths have long been at a disadvantage, with regard to post-secondary education, primarily because if a youth does succeed in graduating high school, it is usually by attending a non-Native American program. This limits their ability to interact and succeed in an atmosphere whose predominant cultural alignment is white. While Tuba City High School, which addresses rural, reservation, and isolated students, has been quite successful in raising test scores, graduating more students, keeping substance abuse and teen pregnancy low, it has not provided the Native American youth an opportunity to learn and interact with the white culture that surrounds them. But what of the urban Native American students? What can we do for them? We can make room for alternative programs specifically designed for the Native American students—programs that will address the need to acclimate these students to urban life and white culture gradually, so that they can develop the skills and education necessary to succeed in a diverse and alien culture. It cannot be stressed enough, that the first, and most important, skill that we must impart to the Native American students is how to live and exist in a foreign culture, while maintaining a solid identity with their own. We must stop trying to fit the Native American youth into the cultural mold of white society, and allow them to live and learn according to their own culturally specific applications and values, and prepare for academic and personal life beyond the reservation.PASSAGE TWO In sixteenth-century Italy and eighteenth-century France, waning prosperity and increasing social unrest led the ruling families to try to preserve their superiority by withdrawing from the lower and middle classes behind barriers of etiquette. In a prosperous community, on the other hand, polite society soon absorbs the newly rich, and in England there has never been any shortage of books on etiquette for teaching them the manners appropriate to their new way of life. Every code of etiquette has contained three elements: basic moral duties; practical rules which promote efficiency; and artificial, optional graces such as formal compliments to, say, women on their beauty or superiors on their generosity and importance. In the first category are consideration for the weak and respect for age. Among the ancient Egyptians the young always stood in the presence of older people. Among the Mponguwe of Tanzania, the young men bow as they pass the huts of the elders. In England, until about a century ago, young children did not sit in their parents' presence without asking permission. Practical rules are helpful in such ordinary occurrences of social life as making proper introductions at parties or other functions so that people can be brought to know each other. Before the invention of the fork, etiquette directed that the fingers should be kept as clean as possible; before the handkerchief came into common use, etiquette suggested that, after spitting, a person should rub the spit inconspicuously underfoot. Extremely refined behavior, however, cultivated as an art of gracious living, has been characteristic only of societies with wealth and leisure, which admitted women as the social equals of men. After the fall of Rome, the first European society to regulate behavior in private life in accordance with a complicated code of etiquette was twelfth-century Provence, in France. Province had become wealthy. The lords had returned to their castles from the crusades, and there the ideals of chivalry grew up, which emphasized the virtue and gentleness of women and demanded that a knight should profess a pure and dedicated love to a lady who would be his inspiration, and to whom he would dedicate his valiant deeds, though he would never come physically close to her. This was the introduction of the concept of romantic love, which was to influence literature for many hundreds of years and which still lives on in a debased form in simple popular songs and cheap novels today. In Renaissance Italy too, in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, a wealthy and leisured society developed an extremely complex code of manners, but the rules of behavior of fashionable society had little influence on the daily life of the lower classes. Indeed many of the rules, such as how to enter a banquet room, or how to use a sword or handkerchief for ceremonial purposes, were irrelevant to the way of life of the average working man, who spent most of his life outdoors or in his own poor hut and most probably did not have a handkerchief, certainly not a sword, to his name. Yet the essential basis of all good manners does not vary. Consideration for the old and weak and the avoidance of harming or giving unnecessary offence to others is a feature of all societies everywhere and at all levels from the highest to the lowest. You can easily think of dozens of examples of customs and habits in your own daily life which come under this heading.PASSAGE THREE Eliot's interested in poetry in about 1902 with the discovery of Romantic. He had recalled how he was initiated into poetry by Edward Fitzgerald's Omar Khayyam at the age of fourteen. "It was like a sudden conversion,"' he said, an "overwhelming introduction to a new world of feeling." From then on, till about his twentieth year of age (1908), he took intensive courses in Byron, Shelley, Keats, Tennyson, Rossetti and Swinburne. It is, no doubt, a period of keen enjoyment...At this period, the poem, or the poetry of a single poet, invades the youthful consciousness and assumes complete possession for a time...The frequent result is an outburst of scribbling which we may call imitation...It is not deliberate choice of a poet to mimic, but writing under a kind of daemonic possession by one poet. Thus, the young Eliot started his career with a mind preoccupied by certain romantic poets. His imitative scribbling survives in the Harvard Eliot Collection, a part of which is published as Poems Written in Early Youth. "A Lyric" (1905), written at Smith Academy and Eliot's first poem ever shown to another's eye, is a straightforward and spontaneous overflow of a simple feeling. Modeled on Ben Johnson, the poem expresses a conventional theme, and can be summarized in a single sentence: since time and space are limited, let us love while we can. The hero is totally self-confident, with no Prufrockian self-consciousness. He never thinks of retreat, never recognizes his own limitations, and never experiences the kind of inner struggle which will so blight the mind of Prufrock. "Song: When We Came Home across the Hill" (1907), written after Eliot entered Harvard College, achieved about the same degree of success. The poem is a lover's mourning of the loss of love, the passing of passion, and this is done through a simple contrast. The flowers in the field are blooming and flourishing, but those in his lover's wreath are fading and withering. The point is that, as flowers become waste then they have been plucked, so love passes when it has been consummated. The poem achieves an effect similar to that of Shelley's "When the Lamp Is Shattered". The form, the dictation and the images are all borrowed. So is the carpe diem theme. In "Song: The Moonflower Opens" (1909), Eliot makes the flower-love comparison once more and complains that his love is too cold-hearted and does not have "tropical flowers with scarlet life for me." In these poems, Eliot is not writing in his own right, but the poets who possessed him are writing through him. He is imitating in the usual sense of the word, having not yet developed his critical sense. It should not be strange to find him at this stage so interested in flowers: the flowers in the wreath, this morning's flowers, flowers of yesterday, the moonflower which opens to the moth—not interested in them as symbols, but interested in them as beautiful objects. In these poems, the Romantics did not just work on his imagination; they compelled his imagination to work their way. Though merely fin-de-siécle routines, some of these early poems already embodied Eliot's mature thinking, and forecasted his later development. "Before Morning" (1908) shows his awareness of the co-habitation of beauty and decay under the same sun and the same sky. "Circle's Palace" (1909) shows that he already entertained the view of women as emasculating their male victims or sapping their strength. "On a Portrait" (1909) describes women as mysterious and evanescent, existing "beyond the circle of our thought." Despite all these hints of later development, these poems do not represent the Eliot we know. Their voice is the voice of tradition and their style is that of the Romantic period. It seems to me that the early Eliot's connection with Tennyson is especially interesting, in that Tennyson seems to have foreshadowed Eliot's own development.PASSAGE FOUR Despite Denmark's manifest virtues, Danes never talk about how proud they are to be Danes. This would sound weird in Danish. When Danes talk to foreigners about Denmark, they always begin by commenting on its tidiness, its unimportance, the difficulty of its language, the general small-mindedness and self indulgence of their countrymen and the high taxes. No Dane would look you in the eye and say "Denmark is a great country." You are supposed to figure this out for yourself. It is the land of the silk safety net, where almost half the national budget goes toward smoothing out life's inequalities, and there is plenty of money for schools, day care, retraining programs, job seminars—Danes love seminar: three days at a study center hearing about waste management is almost as good as a ski trip. It is a culture bombarded by English, in advertising, pop music, the Internet, and despite all the English that Danish absorbs—there is no Danish Academy to defend against it—old dialects persist in Jutland that can barely be understood by Copenhageners. It is the land where, as the saying goes, "Few have too much and fewer have too little," and a foreigner is struck by the sweet egalitarianism that prevails, where, the lowliest clerk gives you a level gaze, where Sir and Madame have disappeared from common usage, even Mr. and Mrs. It's a nation of recyclers—about 55% of Danish garbage gets made into something new—and no nuclear power plants. It's a nation of tireless planners. Trains run on time. Things operate well in general. Such a nation of overachievers—a brochure from the Ministry of Business and Industry says, "Denmark is one of the world's cleanest and most organized countries, with virtually no pollution, crime, or poverty. Denmark is the most corruption-free society in the Northern Hemisphere." So, of course, one's heart lifts at any sighting of Danish sleaze: skinhead graffiti on buildings ("Foreigners Out of Denmark!"), broken beer bottles in the gutters, drunken teenagers slumped in the park. Nonetheless, it is an orderly land. You drive through a Danish town, it comes to an end at a stone wall, and on the other side is a field of barley, a nice clean line: town here, country there. It is not a nation of jaywalkers. People stand on the curb and wait for the red light to change, even if it's 2 a.m. and there's not a car in sight. However, Danes don't think of themselves as a waiting-at-2-a.m.-for-the-green-light-people—that is how they see Swedes and Germans. Danes see themselves as jazzy people, improvisers, more free-spirited than Swedes, but the truth is (though one should not say it) that Danes are very much like Germans and Swedes. Orderliness is a main selling point. Denmark has few natural resources, limited manufacturing capability; its future in Europe will be as a broker, banker, and distributor of goods. You send your goods by container ship to Copenhagen, and these bright, young, English-speaking, utterly honest, highly disciplined people will get your goods around to Scandinavia, the Baltic States, and Russia. Airports, seaports, highways, and rail lines are ultramodern and well-maintained. The orderliness of the society doesn't mean that Danish lives are less messy or lonely than yours or mine, and no Dane would tell you so. You can hear plenty about bitter family feuds and the sorrows of alcoholism and about perfectly sensible people who went off one day and killed themselves. An orderly society can not exempt its members from the hazards of life. But there is a sense of entitlement and security that Danes grow up with. Certain things are yours by virtue of citizenship, and you shouldn't feel bad for taking what you have entitled to, you are as good as anyone else. The rules of the welfare system are clear to everyone, the benefits you get if you lose your job, the steps you take to get a new one; and the orderliness of the system makes it possible for the country to weather high unemployment and social unrest without a sense of crisis.1. We can learn from Paragraph 2 that for Native American students ______.(PASSAGE ONE)

单选题. Questions 1 to 5 are based on Part One of the interview.1.