【分析解答题】

Father’s heavily starched shirts too, were a problem. When he put one on, he pulled it down over his head, and thrust his arms blindly out fight and left in a hunt for the sleeves.

A、new shirt was strong enough to survive these strains without splitting, but life with Father rapidly weakened it, and the first thing he knew he would hear it beginning to tear. That disgusted him. He hated any evidence of weakness, either in people or things. In his wrath he would strike out harder than ever as he felt around for the sleeve. Then would come a sharp crackling noise as the shirt ripped open, and a loud wail from Mother.