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2021年1月19日发(作者：你好吗的英文怎么写)

Where do we go from here
Beyond
these
advantages,
a
host
of
positive
psychological
changes
inevitably
will
result
from
widespread
economic
security.
The
dignity
of
the
individual
will
flourish
when
the
decisions concerning his life are in his own hands, when he has
the means to seek self-improvement. Personal conflicts among
husbands,
wives
and
children
will
diminish
when
the
unjust
measurement
of
human
worth
on
the
scale
of
dollars
is
eliminated .

I must confess, my friends, the road ahead will not always be
smooth.
There
will
still
be
rocky
places
of
frustration
and
meandering
points
of
bewilderment.
There
will
be
inevitable
setbacks here and there. There will be those moments when the
buoyancy of hope will be transformed into the fatigue of despair.
Our dreams will sometimes be shattered and our ethereal hopes
blasted. We may again with tear-drenched eyes have to stand
before the bier of some courageous civil- rights worker whose
life
will
be
snuffed
out
by
the
dastardly
acts
of
bloodthirsty
mobs. Difficult and painful as it is, we must walk on in the days
ahead with an audacious faith in the future. And as we continue
our charted course, we may gain consolation in the words so
nobly left by that great black bard who was also a great freedom
fighter of yesterday, James Weldon Johnson:

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod
Felt in the days
When hope unborn had died.

Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place
For which our fathers sighed?


We have come over the way
That with tears hath been watered.
We have come treading our paths
Through the blood of the slaughtered,

Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last

Where the bright gleam
Of our bright star is cast.
Let this affirmation be our ringing cry. It will give us the courage
to face the uncertainties of the future. It will give our tired feet
new strength as we continue our forward stride toward the city
of
freedom.
When
our
days
become
dreary
with
low
hovering
clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a
thousand
midnights,
let
us
remember
that
there
is
a
creative
force
in
this
universe,
working
to
pull
down
the
gigantic
mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no
way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let
us
realize
the
arc
of
the
moral
universe
is
long
but
it
bends
toward justice.


professions for women
What could be easier than to write articles and to buy Persian
cats with the profits? But wait a moment. Articles have to be
about something. Mine, I seem to remember, was about a novel
by
a
famous
man.
And
while
I
was
writing
this
review,
I
discovered that if I were going to review books I should need to
do
battle
with
a
certain
phantom.
And
the
phantom
was
a
woman, and when I came to know her better I called her after
the heroine of a famous poem, The Angel in the House. It was
she
who
used
to
come
between
me
an
my
paper
when
I
was
writing
reviews.
It
was
she
who
bothered
me
and
wasted
my
time and so tormented me that at last I killed her. You who come
off
a
younger
and
happier
generation
may
not
have
heard
of
her--you may not know what I mean by The Angel in the House. I
will
describe
her
as
shortly
as
I
can.
She
was
intensely
sympathetic.
She
was
immensely
charming.
She
was
utterly
unselfish.
She
excelled
in
the
difficult
arts
of
family
life.
She
sacrificed herself daily. If there was chicken, she took the leg; if
there was a draft she sat in it--in short she was so constituted
that she never had a mind or a wish of her own, but preferred to
sympathize always with the minds and wishes of others. Above
all--I need not say it--she was pure. Her purity was supposed to
be
her
chief
beauty--her
blushes,
her
great
grace.
In
those
days-- the last of Queen Victoria--every house had its Angel. And
when I came to write I encountered her with the very first words.
The shadow of her wings fell on my page; I heard the rustling of
her skirts in the room. Directly, that is to say, I took my pen in my
hand to review that novel by a famous man, she slipped behind
me and whispe
red:“My dear, you are a young woman. You are
writing
about
a
book
that
has
been
written
by
a
man.
Be
sympathetic;
be
tender;
flatter;
deceive;
use
all
the
art
and
wiles of our sex. Never let anybody guess that you have a mind
of our own. Above all, be pure
.” And she made as if to guide my
pen. I now record the one act for which I take some credit to
myself,
though
the
credit
rightly
belongs
to
some
excellent
ancestors of mine who left me a certain sum of money--shall we
say five hundred pounds a year? --so that it was not necessary