The Hairy Ape
C．Desire Under the Elms D．Beyond the Horizon
40．Hemingway’s “Indian Camp ” is one of the fourteen short stories collected under the title of ______________. This title is very ironic because there is no peace at all in the stories.
A．Three Stories and Ten Poems B．Across the River and into the Trees
C．The Green Hills of Africa D．In Our Time
Ⅱ.Reading Comprehension (16 points, 4 for each)
Read the quoted parts carefully and answer the questions in English. Write your answer in the corresponding space on the answer sheet.
41．“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye”
Questions:
A．Identify the anthor and the title.
B．What does the phrase “inward eye” mean?
C．Write out the main idea of the passage in plain English.
42．“The duties of her married life, contemplated as so great beforehand, seemed to be shrinking with the furniture and the white vapour—walled landscape. The clear heights where she expected to walk in full communion had become difficult to see even in her imagination; the delicious repose of the soul on a complete superior had been shaken into uneasy effort and alarmed with dim presentiment. When would the days begin of that active wifely devotion which was to strengthen her husband’s life and exalt her own?”
Questions:
A．Identify the author and the title of the story from which the passage is taken.
B．Explain the meaning of “the white vapour—walled landscape”
C．How do you undersdand “the delicious repose of the soul on a complete superior”?
43．“It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root—
Let there be commerce between us.”
Questions:
A．Whom does the “us” refer to?
B．What does the phrase “broke the new wood ” mean here?
C．What is the intention of the poet in writing the poem “A Pact” from which these lines are taken?
44．“There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor—boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On week—ends his Rolls—Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing—brushes and hammers and garden—shears, repairing the ravages of the night before.” |
