When Dreiser is gone, men shall write books. Many of them, in the books, shall write there will be so many of the qualities Dreiser lacks. The new, the younger man shall have a sense of humor, and everyone knows Dreiser has no sense of humor. More than that, American prose writers shall have grace, lightness of touch, a dream of beauty breaking through the husks of life.
Of those who follow him shall have many things that Dreiser does not have. That is a part of the wonder and beauty of Theodore Dreiser, the things that others shall have because of him,
Long ago, when Dreiser was an editor of the Delineator, he went one day, with a woman friend, to visit an orphan asylum. The woman once told me the story of that afternoon in the big, ugly gray building, Dreiser folding and refolding his pocket handkerchief and watching the children — all in their little uniforms, trooping in.
"The tears ran down his cheeks and he shook his head", the woman said, and that is a real picture of Theodore Dreiser. He is old in spirit and does not know what to do with life, so he tells about it as he sees it, simply and honestly. The tears run down his cheeks and he folds and refolds the pocket-handkerchief and shakes his head.
Heavy, heavy, the feet of Theodore. How easy to pick some of his books to pieces, to laugh at him for so much of his heavy prose.
The feet of Theodore are making a path, the heavy brutal feet. They are tramping through the wilderness of lies, making a path. Presently the path will be a street, with great arches overhead and delicately carved spires piercing the sky. Along the street will run children, shouting, "Look at me. See what I and my fellows of the new day have done" — forgetting the heavy feet of Dreiser.
The follows of the inkpots, the prose writers in America who follow Dreiser, will have much to do that has never done. Their road is long but, because of him, those who follow will never have to face the road through the wilderness of Puritan denial, the road that Dreiser faced alone.
Heavy, heavy, hangs over the head.
Fine, or superfine?
When Dresier went to visit an orphan asylum, ______.
A. he folded and refolded the pocket-handkerchief
B. he felt pity for the children there
C. his tears ran down
D. All of the above.
听力原文:M: The train leaves at half past eight.
W: Oh, God. The bus hasn't come yet. We'd better take a taxi. Otherwise 40 minutes isn't enough for us to reach the station.
Q: At what time did the conversation take place?
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At 7:50.
B. At 8:30.
C. At 7:40.
D. At 8:40.