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The writer is critical of______.
A．the education system
B．today’s society
C．people with PhDs
D．employers
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第1题
since the 1950s in 1990 in 1955
over three decades in 1933
V.S. Naipaul, a writer in search of roots and winner of Nobel Prize for literature in 1999, was born in Trinidad(1), the son of an Indian civil servant. In his childhood, he was first educated in his hometown and then Oxford University, where he studied literature. There he met Pat and they got married(2).(3), he has been based in England yet spent much time traveling around the world. Travels(4)have taken him around the world on a quest for home and for roots. Sir V.S. Naipaul, now 69, was knighted (授以爵位) by Queen Elizabeth(5). A critic wrote the following about him: "(He is) the wanderer who tries to go home, but is not taken in and is accepted by another home only so long as he admits he is a lodger there."
第2题
A．Passing a test to write travel guides.
B．Finishing her work as soon as possible.
C．Checking all the facts to be written in the guides.
D．Working in different places to collect information.
第3题
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The Perfect Essay
A．Looking back on too many years of education， I can identify one truly impossible teacher．Shecared about me， and my intellectual life， even when I didn"t．Her expectations were high——impossibly so．She was an English teacher．She was also my mother．
B．When good students turn in an essay， they dream of their instructor returning it to them in exactly the same condition， save for a single word added in the margin of the final page : "Flawless．" This dream came true for me one afternoon in the ninth grade．Of course， I had heard that genius could show itself at an early age， so I was only slightly taken aback that I had achieved perfection at the tender age of 14．Obviously， I did what any professional writer would do; I hurried off to spread thegood news．I didn"t get very far．The first person I told was my mother．
C．My mother， who is just shy of five feet tall， is normally incredibly soft-spoken， but on the rareoccasion when she got angry， she was terrifying．I am not sure if she was more upset by my hubris（得意忘形） or by the fact that my English teacher had let my ego get so out of hand．In any event，my mother and her red pen showed me how deeply flawed a flawless essay could be．At the time，I am sure she thought she was teaching me about mechanics， transitions （过渡）， structure， style. and voice．But what I learned， and what stuck with me through my time teaching writing at Harvard， was a deeper lesson about the nature of creative criticism．
D．First off， it hurts．Genuine criticism， the type that leaves a lasting mark on you as a writer， also leaves an existential imprint （印记） on you as a person．I have heard people say that a writer should never take criticism personally．I say that we should never listen to these people．
E．Criticism， at its best， is deeply personal， and gets to the heart of why we write the way we do．Theintimate nature of genuine criticism implies something about who is able to give it， namely，someone who knows you well enough to show you how your mental life is getting in the way of good writing．Conveniently， they are also the people who care enough to see you through this painful realization．For me it took the form. of my first， and I hope only， encounter with writer"sblock——I was not able to produce anything for three years．
F．Franz Kafka once said: "Writing is utter solitude （独处）， the descent into the cold abyss （深渊） of oneself．" My mother"s criticism had shown me that Kafka is right about the cold abyss， and when you make the introspective （内省的） descent that writing requires you are not always pleased by what you find．But， in the years that followed， her sustained tutoring suggested that Kafka might be wrong about the solitude．I was lucky enough to find a critic and teacher who was willing to make the journey of writing with me．"It is a thing of no great difficulty，" according to Plutarch， "to raise objections against another man"s speech， it is a very easy matter; but to produce a better in its place is a work extremely troublesome．" I am sure I wrote essays in the later years of high school without my mother"s guidance， but I can"t recall them．What I remember， however， is how she took up the "extremely troublesome" work of ongoing criticism．
G．There are two ways to interpret Plutarch when he suggests that a critic should be able to produce "a better in its place．" In a straightforward sense， he could mean that a critic must be more talented than the artist she critiques （评论）．My mother was well covered on this count．But perhaps
Plutarch is suggesting something slightly different， something a bit closer to Marcus Cicero"s claim that one should "criticize by creation， not by finding fault．" Genuine criticism creates a precious opening for an author to become better on his own terms——a process that is often extremely painful，but also almost always meaningful．
H．My mother said she would help me with my writing， but first I had to help myself．For each assignment， I was to write the best essay I could．Real criticism is not meant to find obvious mistakes， so if she found any——the type I could have found on my own——I had to start from scratch．From scratch．Once the essay was "flawless，" she would take an evening to walk me through myerrors．That was when true criticism， the type that changed me as a person， began．
I．She criticized me when I included little-known references and professional jargon （行话）．She had no patience for brilliant but irrelevant figures of speech．"Writers can"t bluff （虚张声势） their way through ignorance．" That was news to me——I would need to freed another way to structure my daily existence．
J．She trimmed back my flowery language， drew lines through my exclamation marks and argued for the value of restraint in expression．"John，" she almost whispered．I leaned in to hear her:"I can"thear you when you shout at me．" So I stopped shouting and bluffing， and slowly my writingimproved．
K．Somewhere along the way I set aside my hopes of writing that flawless essay．But perhaps I missed something important in my mother"s lessons about creativity and perfection．Perhaps the point of writing the flawless essay was not to give up， but to never willingly finish．Whitman repeatedly reworked "Song of Myself" between 1855 and 1891．Repeatedly．We do our absolute best with apiece of writing， and come as close as we can to the ideal．And， for the time being， we settle．Incritique， however， we are forced to depart， to give up the perfection we thought we had achieved for the chance of being even a little bit better．This is the lesson I took from my mother: If perfection were possible， it would not be motivating．
The author was advised against the improper use of figures of speech．
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第5题
Sir Philip Sidney is known both as a poet and as a______.
A．essayist
B．dramatist
C．a critic of poetry
D．novelist
第8题
ThePerfect Essay
A) Looking back on too many yearsof education, I can identify one truly impossible teacher. She cared about me,and my intellectual life, even when I didn’t. Her expectations were highimpossibly so. She was an English teacher. She was also my mother.
B) When good students turn in anessay, they dream of their instructor returning it to them in exactly the samecondition, save for a single word added in the margin of the final page:”Flawless.” This dream came true for me one afternoon in the ninth grade. Ofcourse, I had heard that genius could show itself at an early age, so I wasonly slightly taken aback that I had achieved perfection at the tender age of14. Obviously, I did what any professional writer would do; I hurried off tospread the good news. I didn’t get very far. The first person I told was mymother.
C) My mother, who is just shy offive feet tall, is normally incredibly soft-spoken, but on the rare occasionwhen she got angry, she was terrifying. I am not sure if she was more upset bymy hubris(得意忘形) or by the fact that my Englishteacher had let my ego get so out of hand. In any event, my mother and her redpen showed me how deeply flawed a flawless essay could be. At the time, I amsure she thought she was teaching me about mechanics, transitions(过渡), structure, style. and voice. But what I learned, and what stuckwith me through my time teaching writing at Harvard, was a deeper lesson aboutthe nature of creative criticism.
D) Fist off, it hurts. Genuinecriticism, the type that leaves a lasting mark on you as a writer, also leavesan existential imprint(印记) on you asa person. I have heard people say that a writer should never take criticismpersonally. I say that we should never listen to these people.
E) Criticism, at its best, isdeeply personal, and gets to the heart of why we write the way we do. Theintimate nature of genuine criticism implies something about who is able togive it, namely, someone who knows you well enough to show you how your mentallife is getting in the way of good writing. Conveniently, they are also thepeople who care enough to see you through this painful realization. For me ittook the form. of my first, and I hope only, encounter with writer’s block—I wasnot able to produce anything for three years.
F) Franz Kafka once said:” Writingis utter solitude(独处), the descentinto the cold abyss(深渊) ofoneself. “My mother’s criticism had shown me that Kafka is right about the coldabyss, and when you make the introspective (内省的) decent that writing requires you are out always pleased by whatyou find.” But, in the years that followed, her sustained tutoring suggestedthat Kafka might be wrong about the solitude. I was lucky enough to find acritic and teacher who was willing to make the journey of writing with me. “Itis a thing of no great difficulty,” according to Plutarch, “to raise objectionsagainst another man’s speech, it is a very easy matter; but to produce a betterin its place is a work extremely troublesome.” I am sure I wrote essays in thelater years of high school without my mother’s guidance, but I can’t recallthem. What I remember, however, is how we took up the “extremely troublesome”work of ongoing criticism.
G) There are two ways to interpretPlutarch when he suggests that a critic should be able to produce “a better inits place.” In a straightforward sense, he could mean that a critic must bemore talented than the artist she critiques(评论). My mother was well covered on this count. But perhaps Plutarch issuggesting something slightly different, something a bit closer to MarcusCicero’s claim that one should “criticize by creation, not by finding fault.”Genuine criticism creates a precious opening for an author to become better onthis own terms—a process that is often extremely painful, but also almostalways meaningful.
H) My mother said she would helpme with my writing, but fist I had myself. For each assignment, I was write thebest essay I could. Real criticism is not meant to find obvious mistakes, so ifshe found any—the type I could have found on my own—I had to start fromscratch. From scratch. Once the essay was “flawless,” she would take an eveningto walk me through my errors. That was when true criticism, the type thatchanged me as a person, began.
I) She criticized me when Iincluded little-known references and professional jargon(行话). She had no patience for brilliant but irrelevant figures ofspeech. “Writers can’t bluff(虚张声势) theirway through ignorance.” That was news to me—I would need to find another way tostructure my daily existence.
J) She trimmed back my flowerylanguage, drew lines through my exclamation marks and argued for the value ofrestraint in expression. “John,” she almost whispered. I learned in to hearher:”I can’t hear you when you shout at me.” So I stopped shouting andbluffing, and slowly my writing improved.
K) Somewhere along the way I setaside my hopes of writing that flawless essay. But perhaps I missed somethingimportant in my mother’s lessons about creativity and perfection. Perhaps thepoint of writing the flawless essay was not to give up, but to never willinglyfinish. Whitman repeatedly reworded “Song of Myself” between 1855 and 1891.Repeatedly. We do our absolute best wiry a piece of writing, and come as closeas we can to the ideal. And, for the time being, we settle. In critique,however, we are forced to depart, to give up the perfection we thought we hadachieved for the chance of being even a little bit better. This is the lesson Itook from my mother. If perfection were possible, it would not be motivating.
46. The author was advised against theimproper use of figures of speech.
47. The author’s mother taught him avaluable lesson by pointing out lots of flaws in his seemingly perfect essay.
48. A writer should polish his writingrepeatedly so as to get closer to perfection.
49. Writers may experience periods of timein their life when they just can’t produce anything.
50. The author was not much surprised whenhis school teacher marked his essay as “flawless”.
51. Criticizing someone’s speech is said tobe easier than coming up with a better one.
52. The author looks upon his mother as hismost demanding and caring instructor.
53. The criticism the author received fromhis mother changed him as a person.
54. The author gradually improved hiswriting by avoiding fact language.
55. Constructive criticism gives an authora good start to improve his writing.
第9题
A．poem
B．drama
C．short story
D．essay
第10题
T. S. Eliot was an American -born British ______.
A．novelist
B．essayist
C．poet, critic and dramatist
D．orator
