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《高级英语阅读二试卷》
B
卷
I
Read
Lesson
10
，
Text A
“
The US was
Right
”
，
translate the following
sentences into Chinese.
(
阅读教材《高级英语阅读教程（下册）
》第
10
课课文
A
，翻译以下句子
)
Could
we not have warned the Japanese in advance,
critics asked, and
dropped
a demonstration bomb? That alternative was vetoed
on the
grounds the bomb
might not work, or that the plane carrying it
might
be shot down.
Moreover, it is questionable how effective
a demonstration bomb might
have been.
II
Read lesson 8 Text A
The Girl in the Fifth Row
,answer the following questions:
TEXT A
The Girl in the
Fifth Row
On my first day as an
assistant professor of education at the University
of Southern California, I entered the
classroom with a great deal of anxiety.
My large class responded to my awkward smile and
brief greeting
with
silence.
For
a
few
moments
I
fussed
with
my
notes.
Then
I
started
my
lecture,
stammering;
no
one
seemed to be listening.
At that moment of panic I
noticed in the fifth row a poised, attentive young
woman in a summer dress. Her
skin
was tanned, her brown eyes were clear
and
alert,
her hair was
golden. Her animated expression
and
warm smile were an
invitation for me to go on. When I'd say
something, she would nod, or say,
and
write it down. She emanated the comforting feeling
that she cared about what I was trying so
haltingly
to say.
I began to speak directly
to her and my confidence and enthusiasm returned.
After a while I risked looking
about.
The other students had begun listening and taking
notes, This stunning young woman had pulled me
through.
After class, I scanned the roll to find
her name: Liani. Her papers, which I read over the
subsequent weeks,
were written with
creativity, sensitivity and a delicate sense of
humor.
I had
asked all my students to visit my office during
the semester, and I awaited Liani's visit with
special
interest.s. I wanted to tell
her how she had saved my first day, and encourage
her to develop her qualities of
caring
and awareness.
Liani never came. About five weeks into
the semester, She missed two weeks of classes. I
asked the students
seated around her if
they knew why. I was shocked to learn that they
did not even know her name. I thought
of
Albert
Schweitzer's
poignant
statement:
are
all
so
much
together
and
yet
we
are
all
dying
of
loneliness.
I went to our dean of women. The moment
I mentioned Liani's name, she winced.
said.
Liani
had
driven
to
Pacific
Palisades,
a
lovely
community
near
downtown
Los
Angeles
where
cliffs
fall
abruptly into the sea. There, shocked
picnickers later reported, she jumped to her
death.
Liani was 22 years
old! And her God-given uniqueness was gone
forever.
I
called Liani's parents. From the tenderness with
which Liani's
mother spoke of her, I
knew that she had
been loved. But it
was obvious to me that Liani had not felt
loved.
are
we
doing?
I
asked
a
colleague.
so
busy
teaching
things.
What's
the
value
of
teaching
Liani
to read, write, do arithmetic, if we taught her
nothing of what she truly needed to know: how to
live in
Joy, how to have a sense of
personal worth and dignity?
I decided to do something to help
others who needed to feel loved. I would teach a
course on love.
I
spent
months
in
library
research
but
found
little
help.
Almost
all
the
books
on
love
dealt
with
sex
or
romantic
love. There was virtually nothing on love in
general.
But perhaps if I
offered myself only as a facilitator, the students
and I could teach one another and learn
together. I called the course Love
Class.
It took only one
announcement to fill this non-credit course. I
gave each student a reading list, but there
were no assigned texts, no attendance
requirements, no exams. We just shared our
reading, our ideas, our
experiences.
My premise is that love is learned. Our
of love, then we grow up love-starved
and unloving. The happy possibility, I told my
student, is that love
can be learned at
any moment of our lives if we are willing to put
in the time, the energy and the practice.
Few
missed
even
one
session
of
Love
class.
I
had
to
crowd
the
students
closer
together
as
they
brought
mothers, fathers,
sisters, brothers, friends, husbands,
wives,
—
even grandparents.
Scheduled to start at 7 p.m.
and end at
10, the class often continued until well past
midnight.
One of
the first things I tried to get across was the
importance of touching.
someone
—
other
than a girlfriend, boyfriend or your
spouse
—
within the past
week?
One student said,
could
tell that many shared the young woman's
feeling.
universal kind
of love.
people who are really
uncomfortable about being embraced, a warm, two-
handed handshake will satisfy the
need
to be touched.
We began to hug one another after each
class. Eventually hugging became a common greeting
among class
members on
campus.
We never left Love
Class without a plan to share love.
For Love Class assignment we agreed to
share something of ourselves, without expectation
of reward. Some
students
helped
disabled
children.
Others
assisted
derelicts
on
Skid
Row.
Many
volunteered
to
work
on
suicide hot lines, hoping to find the
Lianis before it was too late.
I went with one of my students, Joel,
to a nursing home not far from U.S.C. A number of
aged people were
lying in beds in old
cotton gowns, staring at the ceiling. Joel looked
around and then asked,
said,
He went over and said,
She looked at him
suspiciously for a minute.
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Oh, the things she told
him! This woman knew so much about love, pain,
suffering. Even about approaching
death, with which she had to make some
kind of peace. But no one had cared about
listening
—
until Joel. He
started visiting her once a week. Soon,
that day began to be known as
the old
people would gather.
Then
the elderly woman asked her daughter to bring her
in a glamorous dressing gown. When Joel came for
his visit, he found her sitting up in
bed in a beautiful satin gown, her hair done up
stylishly. She hadn't had
her hair
fixed in ages: why have your hair done if nobody
really sees you? Before long, others in the ward
were dressing up for Joel.
The years since I began Love Class have
been the most exciting of my life. While
attempting to open doors
to love for
others, I found that the doors were opening for
me.
I ate in a greasy spoon
in Arizona not long ago. When I ordered pork
chops, somebody said,
Nobody eats pork
chops in a place like this.
We walked back
to the kitchen and there he was, a big, sweaty
man.
He looked at me as though I was out of
my mind. Obviously it was hard for him to receive
a compliment.
Then he said warmly,
Isn't that beautiful? Had I not learned
how to be loving, I would have thought nice things
about the chef's
pork chops, but
probably wouldn't have told
him
—
just as I had failed to
tell Liani how much she had helped
me
that first day in class. That's one of the things
love is: sharing joy with people.
Another secret of love is knowing that
you are yourself special, that in all the world
there is only one of you.
If I had a
magic wand and a single wish, I would wave the
wand over everybody and have each individual
say, and believe,