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SECTION A CONVERSATIONS
Directions: In this section you will hear several conversations. Listen to the conversations carefully and then answer the questions that follow.
听力原文：M: Hi, Sarah. What's up？
W: Oh, hi, I just got out a history class. I had to give a presentation.
M: How did it go？
W: Terribly. I'm sure I made a fool of myself.
M: Why？ Weren't you prepared？
W: No, it was not that. I just get so embarrassed and nervous whenever I have to speak in front of a group of people. I stand up and my face gets red and then I get even more nervous because I know everyone can see me blushing.
M: It's not so bad to blush.
W: But it happens all the time. Ii the professor asks a question and I know the answer, I blush like crazy if he calls on me. Doesn't that ever happen to you？
M: No, not really. Maybe you should just try to forget about the people. Look at something else in the room like the exit sign.
W: I guess I could try that hut I doubt it'll help.
M: You know, we talked about it in psychology class. Blushing, even thought it's involuntary, is more or less a learned behavior.
W: What do you mean？
M: Oh, children hardly ever blush at all. And among adults, supposedly, women blush more than men.
W: I wonder why？
M: I don't know, but I have a friend at high schools, Brian Smith. It was really easy to make him blush. He turned red whenever a waitress would ask him for his order.
W: I'm not that bad.. Well, I've got to get going for my next class. I'll talk to you later.
What was the woman's problem？
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At last her efforts bore fruit. Burton was appointed to Santos ,in Brazil, where Isabel might also go. They made their farewell rounds and Isabel learnt Portuguese while she packed up. At Lisbon three-inch cockroaches seethed about the floor of their room. Isabel was caught off her guard, but Burton was brutal," I suppose you think you .look very pretty, standing on that chair and howling at those innocent creatures." Isabel’s reaction was typical. She reflected that ofcourse he was right; if she had to live in a country full of such creatures, and worse, she had better pull herself together. She got down and started lashing out with a slipper, tn two hours she had got a bag of ninety-seven.
On arrival in Brazil she found that Portuguese fauna had been nothing. Now there were spiders, as big as crabs. In the matter of tropical diseases it seems to have ranked with darkest Africa; there were slaves, too, and in a society where men drank brandy for breakfast, no one condemned the habit of chaining mad slave to the roof-top as a sort of domestic pet, or clown. There was cholera too, and the less dramatic but agonizing local boils," so close you could not put a pin through them."
The Emperor found the new Consul and his wife a great addition to the country, and once again Burton’s wonderful conversation held his audience spellbound. But Chic Brazilians looked askance at Isabel wading barefoot in the streams, bottling snakes, painting and doing up a ruined chapel, or accompanying Richard on expeditions to the virgin interior. There were gymnastics and cold baths, and Mass and market," helping Richard with Literature" (his writing was always in capitals to her) and the wearisome pages of Foreign Office reports she was always so loyal and dutiful in copying out for him.
About now, a note of sadness creeps into Isabel’s letters home. We sense an immense loneliness behind the courage with which she always faced life. Richard was going through a particularly trying phase. The explorer was dying hard, strangled in office tape. He would cut loose and disappear for weeks at a time, returning as bitter and restless as when he left. It was she who held everything together and kept up the facade, both with the Foreign Office, who were constanfiy making the most awkward enquiries, and the local society, who were equally curious. There were few diversions for her.
Richard preferred discussing metaphysics and astronomy with the Capuchin monks to going to the local dances. She was learning now to be self-sufficient, to manage, unobtrusively, the practical side of their lives, and to rough it, both physically and emotionally. She had to combine the shadow-like devotion of the Oriental woman with a fighting spirit seldom found in women, and certainly not in most Victorian women.
We can conclude that Isabel Burton ______.
It was same story all over New Jersey, in bars, bowling alleys, diners, and places t0 live. I was always being forced to leave, silently, or with mutual imprecations. I very shortly became notorious and children giggled behind me when I passed and their elders whispered or shouted--they really believed that I was mad. And it did begin to work on my mind, of course.
I began to be afraid to go anywhere and to compensate for this I went places to which I really should not have gone and where, God knows, I had no desire to be. My reputation in town naturally enhanced my reputation at work and my working day became one long series of acrobatics designed to keep me out of trouble. I cannot say that these acrobatics night, with but one aim: to eject me. I was fired once, and contrived, with the aid of a friend from New York, to get back on the payroll; was fired again, and bounced back again. It took a while to fire me for the third time, but the third time took me. There were no loopholes anywhere. There was not even any way of getting back inside the gates.
That year in New Jersey lives in my mind as though it were the year during which, having an unsuspected predilection for it, I first contracted some dread, chronic disease, the unfailing symptom of which is a kind of blind fever, a pounding in the skull and fire in the bowels. Once this disease is contracted, one can never be really carefree again, for the fever, without an instant’s warning, can recur at any moment. It can wreck more important race relations. There is not a Negro alive who does not have this rage in his blood--one has the choice, merely, of living with it consciously or surrendering to it. As for me, this fever has recurred in me, and does, and will until the day I die.
My last night in New Jersey, a white friend from New York took me to the nearest big town, Trenton, to go to the movies and have a few drinks. As it turned out, he also saved me from, at the very least, a violent whipping. Almost every detail of that night stands out very clearly in my memory. I even remember the name of the movie we saw because its title impressed me as being so pertly ironical. It was a movie abou
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