三元猪现代大学英语精读4unit1课文summary
Lesson 1
Thinking as a Hobby William Golding While I was still a boy,I came to the conclusion that there were three grades of thinking; and thatl mylf could not think at all.
It was the headmaster of my grammar school who first brought the subject of thinkingbefore me.
He had somestatuettes in his study. They stood on a high cupboard behind his desk. One was a ladywearing nothing but a bath towel. She emed frozen in an eternal panic lest the bath towel slipdown any farther, and since she had no arms, she was in an unfortunate position to pull the towelup again. Next to her, crouched the statuette of a leopard, ready to spring down at the top drawer of a filing cabinet. Beyond the leopard was a naked, muscular gentleman, who sat, looking down, with his chin on his fist and his elbow on his knee. He emed utterly mirable.
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Some time later,I learned about the statuettes. The headmaster had placed them where they would face delinquent children, becau they symbolized to him to whole of life. The naked lady was the Venus. She was Love. She was not worried about the towel. She was just busy being beautiful. The leopard was Nature, and he was being natural. The naked, muscular gentleman was not mirable. He was Rodin's Thinker, an image of pure thought.
I had better explain that I was a frequent visitor to the headmaster's study, becau of the latest thing I had done or left undone. As we now say,I was not integrated.I was, if anything, disintegrated. Whenever Ifound mylf in a penal position before the headmaster's desk,I would sink my head, and writhe one shoe over the other.
The headmaster would look at me and say,
"What are wegoing to do with you?"
Well, what were they going to do with me? I would writhe my shoe some more and staredown at the worn rug.
"Look up, boy! Can't you look up?"
Then I would look at the cupboard, where the naked lady was frozen in her panic and themuscular gentleman contemplated the hindquarters of the leopard in endless gloom.I had nothing to say tothe headmaster. His spectacles caught the light so that you could e nothing human behind them.
There was no possibility of communication.
"Don't you ever think at all?"
No，I didn't think，wasn't thinking，couldn't think-I was simply waiting in anguish for the interview to stop.
"Then you'd better learn-hadn't you？"
On one occasion the headmaster leaped to his feet，reached up and put Rodin's masterpiece on the desk before me.
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"That's what a man looks like when he's really thinking."抱不平
Clearly there was something missing in me.Nature had endowed the rest of the human race with a sixth n and left me out.But like someone born deaf，but bitterly determined to find out about sound，I watched my teachers to find outabout thought.
There was Mr.Houghton.He was always telling me to think.With a modest satisfaction，he would tell that he had thought a bit himlf.Then why did he spend so much time drinking? Or was there more n in drinking than there appeared to be? But if not, and if drinking were in fact ruinous to health-and Mr. Houghton was ruined, there was no doubt about that-why was he always talking about the clean life and the virtues of fresh air?
Sometimes, exalted by his own oratory, he would leap from his desk and hustle usoutside into a hideous wind.
"Now, boys! Deep breaths! Feel it right down inside you-huge draughts of God's good air!"
太太美容口服液He would stand before us, put his hands on his waist and take a tremendous breath. You could hear the wind trapped in his chest and struggling with all the unnatural impediments. His body would reel with shock and his face go white at the unaccustomed visitation. He would stagger back to his desk and collap there, uless for the rest of the morning.
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