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| 第1题： His desire to ______ other people has caused trouble in his family. A．please B．dominate C．force D．urge |
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| 第2题：The golden rule for good writing is not a rule of grammar. It is true that there are rules of grammar, as in music there are rules of harmony, and that they are important, but one can no more write goodEnglish merely by keeping these rules than one can compose good musiC、The golden rule for good writing concerns not merely the arrangement of words but the choice of them. Only the right words can convey the right meaning: the secret is to pick those words and to use them and them only. For the "right" words have a happy knack (a clever way) of arranging themselves for you.But, first, you must have something to say. MatthewArnold once said: "Have something to say and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret of style." There is much truth in those words, especially in relation to the sort of writing where emotional appeal plays no part. We can turn to the member of the General Post Office who, by composing the notice "Postal officials are neither bound to give change nor authorized to demand it." used thirteen words hardly less efficiently to warn customers of what must have been as intractable (difficult to deal with) dilemm A、Every word is exactly right; no other word would do as well; each is pulling its weight: none would be dispensed with.As was said of Milton’ s prose. "Fewer words would not have served the turn, more would have been superfluous.\ The author’s purpose is to persuade us that in order to write well, we should ______ . A、study carefully the style of writing B．know the rules of grammar well C．watch the arrangements of words in our sentences D．know what we want to say and choose the right words |
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| 第3题：He gradually ______ that his wife was right and he had to change his way of living. A．explored B．repelled C．simplified D．perceived |
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| 第4题： A、half hour before test time, I was afraid to look in the mirror.But I had to assess the damages.After all, there were cute guys in this class. Granted, they would be worrying more about the final than what I looked like, and that was my hope at this point. The first things I saw were my own bloodshot eyes. Where was that Visine.’ My hair looked likeAttila the Hun ad spent the night camping in it. Well, I’d pull it back into a ponytail and take the tangles out later. And then I saw it. It was a huge swelling on the front of my chin that had to be the size of a small golf hall. Surely I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. I had never seen anything like that be- fore, I’d heard of people getting hives from nerves.But a single hive, on the front of my face I gingerly touched it. A、hard swelling met my curious fingertips. What had caused this The pizza I’d consumed at midnight or the mountainDew I’d consumed at two and four and six in the morning Perhaps it was theCap’sCrunch at three or the candy bar at five. My stomach had a strict policy. If I was going to keep it up all night, it insisted on being feD、 How was I going to cover this up I rummaged through all my toiletries until I found my lone bandage, put there for emergencies. Well, this qualified as one. Oh no, that looked really stupiD、How embarrassing. Oh well, no time to do anything else about it now. My philosophy final was waiting for me. My beleaguered brain had tried all night to grasp the arguments of different philosophies so that I could write them down on the essay test this morning. I loved to hear our philosophy professor in class. I could follow the arguments when he discussed them, but trying to formulate them on my own just wasn’t happening. Perhaps the bump was the result of stress. I had to pass this final or I would fail the class.And I couldn’t fail the class, or I would have to take the college’s summer school sessions.And I couldn’t go to summer school be- cause I needed to work to help pay for next fall’s tuition. Swallowing the last gulp of fiat MountainDew, I headed for class. I picked a seat that didn’t directly face the clock. That would only make me more nervous, and God knew I had already used up my adrenaline(肾上腺素)supply.Dr. Wennberg passed out the essay books while explaining the roles we would have exactly one hour. My two pencils in hand, I waited for the signal. "Begin." I closed my eyes took a deep breath and said a prayer "Please, God, help me remember all that I’ ye studied for this test." I looked over the questions. I could do this. I had to do this. I began writing. Twenty minutes had gone by. I had been writing as fast as I could before I forgot the information. So far so gooD、But my eyes were so tireD、They hurt so badly. They felt so heavy. I’ d just rest them for a minute. I leaned my puffy chin on my hanD、Someone sneezeD、I came to with a start. What I’d fallen asleep I’d never done that before in a final! Oh no! Fearfully, I looked at the clock. Only ten minutes left I’d slept a half hour Oh no ! I thought I’d used up all my adrenaline, but 1 was wrong. I broke out in a cold sweat. What could I do in ten minutes7 Think, I must think. I need a plan. I’m doomeD、No, think. I began writing as fast as I could to finish the questions. I stared at the last blank page of the essay test booklet with its nearly ruled lines.Dare 17 I had nothing to lose. I still had two minutes. I wroteDr. Wennberg.! told him how sorry I was. How I’d stayed awake all night to study because this was important to me, only to fall asleep during the exam. How I’d really wanted to do better I asked for mercy. One week later, I stood in front of the test board where the results would be posteD、The mysterious swelling on my chin had gone away with sleep, but I touched my fingers to my chin nervously, It wasn’t coming back, was it I st |
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| 第5题：The position ofBurleigh School in theEnglish educational system would be very difficult to explain to a foreigner (who has, God knows, enough to contend with in comprehending the other parts of the system). Nor would it be possible to refer him to any works of literature (before the present one) from which he could gain enlightenment. The prep schools have had their Orwell, the public schools theirConnolly andBenedictus, the convent schools theirAntonia White, the private boarding schools their Waugh and NicolasBlake. No one has thought it worth their while to eulogize or anathematize schools likeBurleigh. Indeed, schools likeBurleigh do not seem the sort of places from which writers emerge. And yet, any medium-sized town in the southern half ofEngland has itsBurleigh School: a private day school to which, for a not too exorbitant fee, parents can send their children and boast that they are privately educateD、Not well educated, but privately.Burleigh itself had been founded--no, started--between the wars, had survived theDepression (as the South ofEngland middle classes in general had so signally managed to coast blithely through theDepression) and had offered over the years an alternative to the Grammar, Secondary Modern and Technical Schools of the town ofCullbridge. Which meant, in effect, that though some parents chose to send their children there rather than to the Grammar School, many more sent them there because they failed their eleven-plus, thatBeecher’sBrook ofEnglish childhooD、With the coming of comprehensive education three years before, even the faint whiff of privilege attached to the Grammar School had evaporated, a fact on whichBurleigh had been able to capitalize, in a mild way. Foreigners are always apt to find charming the examples they come across of quaint anachronisms, of dated anomalies, inEnglish life. One such charming and dated anomaly is that a school likeBurleigh can be bought. A、man--any man--can buy such a place, set himself up as headmaster, and run it as he likes. Indeed, that is precisely whatEdwardCrumwallis had done. He had bought it from its previous aging owner/headmaster in 1969, and had been there ever since. This must not be taken to imply thatEdwardCrumwallis was unfit for his position. He was in fact aB A、(3rd class, Geography), from the University of Hull (graduated 1948). Still, scholarship was not exactly his thing. He might take the odd class in Geography in a pinch, but he had never given the subject any particular prominence in the school, and most boys gave it up after two years. Nor wasCrumwallis anxious to take over periods in other subjects when there was need--as in cases of sickness or (frequently) death. Since his graduation he had not cultivated Learning. He had cultivated Manner. He had boughtBurleigh (which he invariably called TheBurleigh School, in capitals) precisely so that his manner might be given free reign and ample pasturage. A、very good manner it was too, with parents-- decidedly impressive, ft certainly impressed those of limited intelligence, among whom may be numbered-Crumwallis himself. He really believed in it: he not only thought that others should remain silent during his threadbare pontifications, but he actually believed they would benefit from them. Such a conspicuous lack of self-knowledge had its dangers. Not that the Manner--which he intended should be so admired later in the week On Parents’Evening--was particularly in evidence on the Monday, as he sat at his study desk and went over the plans for that event with his wife. The side ofEdwardCrumwallis that was most evident during such t·te-·-·tes was the petty-minded, niggling side that his psychological profile seldom turned in the parents’ direction. "The question is, shall we splurge on the coffee and scrimp on the tea, or vice versa," he saiD、 In the text, eleven-plus is ______. A、more than eleven but less th |
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