guam高级英语重点背诵段落

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Lesson 1: Rock Superstars: What Do They Tell Us About Ourselves and Our Society?
How do you feel about all this adulation and hero worship? When Mick Jagger’s fans look at him as a high
priest or a god, are you with them or against them? Do you share Chris
Singer’s almost religious reverence for
Bob Dylan? Do you think he
–
or Dylan
–
is misguided? Do you reject Alice Cooper as sick? Or are you drawn
somehow to this strange clown, perhaps because he acts out your wildest fantasies?

Lesson 2: Four Choices for Young People
The trouble with this solution is that it no longer is practical on a large scale. Our planet, unfortunately, is
running out of noble savages and unsullied landscaped; except for the polar regions, the frontiers are gone. A
few gentleman farmers with plenty of money can still escape to the bucolic life
–
but in general the stream of
migration is flowing the other way.

Lesson 4: Die as You Choose
In
January
the
Journal
of
the
American
Medical
Association
published
a
bizarre
letter,
in
which
an
anonymous
doctor
claimed
to
have
killed
a
20-year-old
cancer patient
at
her
own
request.
This
started
a
debate that will rumble on into the autumn, when Californians may vote on a proposed law legalizing euthanasia.
The letter was probably written for p
olemical impact. It is scarcely credible. It’s author claims that he met the
cancer patient for the first time, heard five words from her
–

“Let’s get this over with” –
then killer her. Even the
most extreme proponents of euthanasia do not support such an action in those circumstances.

Lesson 5: I’d Rather Be Black than Female

It is still women
–
about three million volunteers
–
who do most of this work in the American political world.
The
best
any
of
them
can
hope
for
is
the
honor
of
being
district
or
county
vice-chairman,
a
kind
of
separate-but-equal
position
with
which
a
woman
is
rewarded
for
years
of
faithful
envelope
stuffing
and
card-party organizing. I n such a job, she gets a number of free trips to state and sometimes national meetings
and conventions, where her role is supposed to be to vote the way her male chairman votes.

Lesson 6: A Good Chance
But the silence which hung about the place filled me with apprehension, and when we walked in the back
door which hung open, we saw people standing in t
he kitchen. I asked carefully, “What’s wrong?”


Nobody spoke but Elgie came over, his bloodshot eyes filled with sorrow and misery. He stood in front of us
for a moment and then gestured us to go into the living room. The room was filled with people sitting in silence,
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and finally Elgie said, quietly, “They shot him.”


Lesson 7: Miss Brill
Although it was so brilliantly fine
–
the blue sky powdered with gold and the great spots of light like white
wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques
–
Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was
motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of iced water
before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting
–
from nowhere, from they sky. Miss Brill put up her hand
and touched her fur. Dear little thing! I t was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box tat afternoon,
shaken out the moth-
powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. “What has
been hap
pening to me?” said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the
red eiderdown! …But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn’t at all firm. It must have had a
knock, somehow. Never mind
–
a little dab of black sealing-wax when the time came
–
when it was absolutely
necessary. … Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She
could have taken it off and laid it on her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms. But that
came from walking, she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad
–
no, not sad, exactly
–

something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.

Lesson 8: A Lesson in Living

words. She was nearly singing. I wanted to look at the pages. Were they the same that I had read? Or were there
notes, music, lined on the pages, as in a hymn book? Her sounds began cascading gently. I knew from listen-
ing; to a thousand preachers that she was nearing the end of her reading, and I hadn't really heard, heard to
understand, a single word.

I have tried often to search behind the sophistication of years for the enchantment I so easily found in those
gifts. The essence escapes but its aura remains. To be allowed, no, invited, into the private lives of strangers,
and to share their joys and fears, was a chance lo exchange the Southern bitter wormwood for a cup of mead
with Beowulf or a hot cup of tea and milk with Oliver Twist. When I said aloud,
do, than I have ever done…


Lesson 9: The Trouble with Television
Everything about this nation
—
the structure of the society, its forms of family organization, its economy, its
place in the world
—
has become more complex, not less.

Yet its dominating communications instrument, its
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principal form of national linkage, is one that sells neat resolutions to human problems that usually have no neat
resolutions. It is all symbolized in my mind by the hugely successful art form that television has made central to
the
culture,
the
30-second
commercial:
the
tiny
drama
of
the
earnest
housewife
who
finds
happiness
in
choosing the right toothpaste.

When before in human history has so much humanity collectively surrendered so much of its leisure to one
toy, one mass diversion? When before has virtually an entire nation surrendered itself wholesale to a medium for
selling?


Lesson 11: On Getting Off to Sleep
What a bundle of contradictions is a man! Surety, humour is the saving grace of us, for without it we should
die of vexation. With me, nothing illustrates the contrariness of things better than the matter of sleep. If, for
example, my intention is to write an essay, and 1 have before me ink and pens and several sheets of virgin paper,
you may depend upon it that before I have gone very far I feel an overpowering desire for sleep, no matter what
time of the day it is. I stare at the reproachfully blank paper until sights and sounds become dim and confused,
and it is only by an effort of will that I can continue at all. Even then, I proceed half-heartedly, in a kind of dream.
But let me be between the sheets at a late hour, and I can do anything but sleep. Between chime and chime of
the clock I can write essays by the score. Fascinating subjects and noble ideas come pell-mell, each with its
appropriate imagery and expression. Nothing stands between me and half-a-dozen imperishable masterpieces
but pens, ink, and paper.

Lesson 12: Why I Write
(2) Aesthetic enthusiasm. Perception of beauty in the external world, or, on the other hand, in words and
their right arrangement. Pleasure in the impact of one sound on another, in the firmness of good prose or the
rhythm of a good story. Desire to share an experi
ence which one feels is valuable and ought not to be missed…


Lesson 14: I Would Like to Tell You Something
The investigation was not staged so that veterans could spill out their hearts or purge their souls; it was done
to prove that the policy of the United States in Indochina is tantamount to genocide, and that not only the
soldiers
are
responsible
for
what
is
happening,
but
that
everyone
here
in
America
who
has
allowed
the
brutalization
and
de-personalization to go
on
is responsible. It was done also
to
show that you
don't
start
making things right by prosecuting William Galley, no matter how guilty he may be; you also prosecute the men
who encouraged the situation. It was done to show that there is not just one Mylai but countless Mylais and they
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are continuing every single day. There was an almost total press blackout on the testimony of those veterans.


Lesson 15: The Beauty Industry
Women, it is obvious, are freer than in the past. Freer not only to perform the generally unenviable social
functions hitherto reserved to the male, but also freer to exercise the more pleasing, feminine privilege of being
attractive. They have the right, if not to be less virtuous than their grandmothers, at any rate to look less virtuous.
The British Matron, not long since a creature of austere and even terrifying aspect, now does her best to achieve
and perennially preserve the appearance of what her predecessor would have described as a Lost Woman. She
often succeeds. But we are not shocked
—
at any rate, not morally shocked. Aesthetically shocked
—
yes; we may
sometimes be that. But morally, no. We concede that the Matron is morally justified in being preoccupied with
her personal appearance. This concession depends on another of a more general nature
—
a concession to the
Body, with a large B, to the Manichaean principle of evil. For we have now come to admit that the body has its
rights. And not only rights
—
duties, actually duties. It has, for example, a duty to do the best it can for itself in the
way of strength and beauty. Christian-ascetic ideas no longer trouble us. We demand justice for the body as
well
as
for
the
soul.
Hence,
among
other
things,
the
fortunes
made
by
face-cream
manufacturers
and
beauty-specialists,
by
the
vendors
of
rubber
reducing
belts
and
massage
machines,
by
the
patentees
of
hair-lotions and the authors of books on the culture of the abdomen.

下
册


Lesson One

The Company in Which I work
On days when I ‘m especially melancholy , I began constructing tables of organization….classifying people
in the company

on the basis of envy , hope , fear , ambition , frustration, rivalry , hatred , or disappointment .
I call these charts my Happiness Charts . These exercises in malice never fail to boost my spirits ----but only
for a while . I rank pretty high when the company is analyzed this way , because I ‘m not envious or disappointed ,
and
I
have
no
expectations .
At
the
very
top
,
of
course
,
are
those
people
,
mostly
young
and
without
dependents , to whom the company is not yet an institution of any sacred merit but still only a place to work ,
and who regard their present association with it as something temporary . I put these people at the top because
if you asked any one of them if he would choose to spend the rest of his life working for the company , he would
give you a resounding No ! , regardless of what inducements were offered . I was that high once . if you asked
me that same question today, I would also give you a resounding No ! and add:

Lesson Two

Eveline
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