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Passage 1 (Unit 1, Book I: Love. Short story. Family. Love)After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, I love you, but I know this other woman loves you too, and she would love to spend some time with you.The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. Whats wrong, are you well? she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, I responded. Just the two of us. She thought about it for a moment, and then said, I would like that very much. That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angels. I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, she said, as she got intothe car. They cant wait to hear about our meeting.We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small, she said.Then its time that you relax and let me return the favor, I responded.During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each others life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.As we arrived at her house later, she said, Ill go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you. I agreed.How was your dinner date? asked my wife when I got home.Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined, I answered.A few days later, my mother died of a massive heartattack. It happened so suddenly that I didnt have a chance to doanything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: I paid this bill in advance. I wasnt sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: I LOVE YOU and to give our loved ones the timethat they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till some other time.1. When the mother heard it was the sons call, she was _.A. worriedB. surprisedC. suspiciousD. puzzled2. The mothers friends were most impressed by _.A. the memorable date between the mother and the sonB. the mothers realization of her long-awaited dreamC. the sons love for his motherD. the mothers pride in her son3. When the mother took the authors arm into the restaurant, she _.A. looked like the First LadyB. was treated like the First LadyC. was as important as the First LadyD. felt as proud as being the First Lady4. What did the mother mainly talk about to the author during the dinner?A. Her life after the authors marriage.B. Her life since the authors last visit.C. Her memory about the author as a child.D. Her expectation about future reunions.5. The mother insisted on inviting the author to dinner because _.A. she was going to die soonB. she wanted to show her love C. she did not expect the heart attackD. she intended to thank him and his wife6. The passage intends to teach us how to cherish _.A. our parentsB. loveC. our familyD. lifePassage 2 (Unit 2, Book I: Little house in the Big Woods. Autobiography)I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here , surrounded by green lawns, trees, and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children, havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river - racy speed boat, stolid, snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead, I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. These vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day. How many, I wonder, give it so much as a seconds glance? Very few, I fear, their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures, the Empire State Building, for there, a short time ago, I saw the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure I should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people, trying by sight of them to understand something of their life. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that the colors of womens dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women - too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced, too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. My heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle; it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness; but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.1. According to the first paragraph, the author is amazed at seeing _.A. the housesB. the bridgeC. the boats D. the river2. The author most probably thinks that the New Yorkers are _ the “glittering spires”.A. scornful ofB. overwhelmed byC. indifferent toD. knowledgeable about3. When the author sees the passers-by, she would like to _.A. share their emotionsB. show sympathy to themC. enjoy the same life stylesD. perceive their bosom feelings4. When the author observes a womans dress, she pays most attention to _.A. its designer and brandB. its style and cuttingC. its colorD. its price5. What is the authors attitude towards her present life?A. She wants to treat it like a comedy.B. She wants to change her life style.C. She enjoys her blindness.D. She is appreciative of life.Passage 3 (Unit 3, Book I: Young Shakespeare. Biography)Every person plans to run off to some tropical isle, but few do. Real life, family, work, and monetary limitations get in the way. Ian Fleming let none of these considerations stop him. After the war, Fleming set down his schedule. The first week of January saw him leave England and travel to Jamaica. The first week of March saw his return. He accepted his job at Kemsley newspapers without compromise - this portion of the year would be set aside for Jamaica or he would look elsewhere for employment. For 6 years Fleming traveled each winter to Jamaica, lounging in paradise, romancing women, chasing the sunset, but it was not until he faced the pressure of a married woman who was pregnant with his child did Fleming start the writers journey which would change his life and popular culture forever. As Fleming waited in Jamaica for Annes divorce to become final, he wrote the first draft of a novel, Casino Royale.Flemings career as a writer deserves more examination than can be offered here, but suffice it to say, over the next 12 years, Ian Fleming transformed his elite existence, his arrogance, his style, and his acid wit into some of the greatest thrillers ever written. Fleming incurred the respect of authors as diverse as Raymond Chandler, Kingsley Amis, and Edith Sitwell. His fans included John, Jackie, and Bobby Kennedy, and his social circle included Prime Minister Anthony Eden, Evelyn Waugh, and Somerset Maugham. Fleming filled out the 12 years of Bond with great adventure journalism. Even in stories which had little action or pay off, such as his short non-fiction book, The Diamond Smugglers, the Fleming-flair ensured exciting reading. He wrote the Atticus column for the Sunday Times, proving a wonderful conduit for inside intelligence information, and clever rebukes. Regardless of book sales or family obligations, Fleming managed to live the life he wanted. As the years passed, his passion for golfing increased so he took more time with it. Flemings long-term fascination with America grew, so he traveled there more often. Ian Flemings full life caught up with him through his heart. It may be that years of drinking and smoking took their toll, or that the butter-rich cooking Fleming loved was the culprit. Or maybe it was just genetics. Whatever the cause, Flemings health declined in the late 1950s. This plus anxieties in the marriage increased Flemings depression. With the success of Bond, the world came knocking at Flemings door, and he had a harder time shutting those out that he did not want in his life. Nonetheless, Fleming fought the loosing battle of his weakening heart by throwing more fuel on the fire. He continued to drink and smoke, making some excuses but not many. He wrote books he wanted to read, and traveled the world with style and authority. By this time, Fleming had already earned his own fortune, created his own identity, and ruled his own literary empire. 1. According to the second paragraph, Fleming accepted the job offered by Kemsley newspaper _.A. and had to give up his yearly holiday plan to JamaicaB. because he was offered to work in Jamaica every winterC. so that he wouldnt have to look for employment elsewhereD. on condition that he took two months off to Jamaica every year2. When he began writing, Fleming never expected that _.A. he would change popular cultureB. he could get over the pressureC. Anne would have a divorceD. Anne would keep his child3. Flemings thrillers reflected his _.A. sense for popular cultureB. relationship with AnneC. own personalitiesD. life at Jamaica4. The fact that “Fleming filled out the 12 years of Bond with great adventure journalism” shows that _.A. Fleming took up journalism when he finished Bonds adventuresB. Fleming put Bond through many thrilling adventuresC. Fleming described Bond as an adventurous journalistD. Fleming experienced Bonds adventures when he was a journalist5. According to the passage, Fleming died of _.A. an unidentified reasonB. a disease of the heartC. an unknown family diseaseD. over drinking and smokingPassage 4 (Unit 4, Book I: Migratory Birds and Coffee. Informational. Biology)Scrub jays can trick you, researchers say. Monkeys kick themselves for mistakes in judgment. And at least one parrot figured out something close to the mathematical concept of zero. In study after study over the past decade, theyve shown abilities previously thought to exist only in humans.Take the scrub jays. A few years ago, Cambridge University professor Nicky Clayton, PhD, found that these birds can be surprisingly cunning, remembering not only what foods theyve hidden but where, how long ago, and whether anyone else might have noticed. If another bird was watching, theyd wait until that bird was gone and then move the food, Clayton says.Even more interesting, not all jays protected their food that way-only those that had previously raided other birds stores. It takes a thief to know a thief, says Clayton. Another recent experiment hints that monkeys experience regret when they make the wrong choice: Researchers say brain scans suggest the animals were having couldve, wouldve, shouldve thoughts.I knew monkeys were smart, but I didnt think they were that smart, says Michael Platt, PhD, the Duke University neurobiologist who led the study.But perhaps no animal has done more to challenge conventional notions than Alex, an African gray parrot, a 30-year research subject for scientist Irene Pepperberg, PhD. He was constantly being tested; when he was tired of it, he would tell Pepperberg, Wanna go back-to his cage. If the request annoyed her, Alex would say, Sorry. One afternoon, he showed an apparent grasp of something only humans and a few apes had been known to understand: the notion of zero.Pepperberg had a tray of different-colored balls; she wanted Alex to count each group. Using their shorthand, she asked, What color six? What color two? Bored, Alex threw the balls on the floor instead. Then, finally, he said, Five. And repeated it: Five. Five. There were no five of anything on the tray. So Pepperberg asked, Okay, smarty, what color five?Alex said, None.Not only had the bird figured out an abstract mathematical concept, he had manipulated Pepperberg into asking the question so he could prove it. I nearly dropped the tray, she says.1. Which of the following kinds of scrub jays are “surprisingly cunning”?A. Those that were stolen of their food.B. Those that learned from parents to steal.C. Those that stole other birds of their food.D. Those that observed other birds steal.2. The couldve, wouldve, shouldve thoughts indicate that monkeys could _.A. feel regretfulB. feel angryC. be conscientiousD. be objective3. The author thinks that it is most beyond imagination that Alex could _.A. understand numbersB. interact with humansC. show various emotionsD. grasp the concept of zero4. Alex manipulated Pepperberg into asking the question “what color five?” by _.A. mentioning the number “five”B. disregarding the researchers questionC. showing boredom about constant testsD. throwing the balls on the floor5. Which paragraph best sums up the main idea of the passage?A. Paragraph 1.B. Paragraph 2.C. Paragraph 4.D. Paragraph 6.Passage 5 (Unit 5, Book I: Cheating. Short story. Growing up. Schooling)I started for school very late that morning and was in great dread of a scolding, especially because Mr. Hamel had said that he would question us on participles, and I did not know the first word about them. For a moment I thought of running away and spending the day out of doors. It was so warm, so bright! The birds were chirping at the edge of the woods; and in the open field back of the sawmill, the Prussian soldiers were drilling. It was all much more tempting than the rule for participles, but I had the strength to resist, and hurried off to school.When I passed the town hall there was a crowd in front of the bulletin-board. For the last two years all our bad news had come from therethe lost battles, the draft, the orders of the commanding officerand I thought to myself, without stopping: “What can be the matter now?”Then, as I hurried by as fast as I could go, the blacksmith, Wachter, who was there, with his apprentice, reading the bulletin, called after me: “Dont go so fast, boy; youll get to your school in plenty of time!”I thought he was making fun of me, and reached Mr. Hamels little garden all out of breath.Usually, when school began, there was a great bustle, which could be heard out in the street, the opening and closing of desks, lessons repeated in unison, very loud, with our hands over our ears to understand better, and the teachers great ruler rapping on the table. But now it was all so still! I had counted on the commotion to get to my desk without being seen; but, of course, that day everything had to be as quiet as Sunday morning. Through the window I saw my classmates, already