1、专业八级-488 及答案解析(总分：100.00，做题时间：90 分钟)一、READING COMPREHENSIO(总题数：5，分数：100.00)The senior partner, Oliver Lambert, studied the resume for the hundredth time and again found nothing he disliked about Mitchell Y. McDeere, at least not on paper. He had the brains, the ambition, the good looks. And he was h
2、ungry; with his background, he had to be. He was married, and that was mandatory. The firm had never hired an unmarried lawyer, and it frowned heavily on divorce, as well as womanizing and drinking. Drug testing was in the contract. He had a degree in accounting, passed the CPA exam the first time h
3、e took it and wanted to be a tax lawyer, which of course was a requirement with a tax firm. He was white, and the firm had never hired a black. They managed this by being secretive and clubby and never soliciting job applications. Other firms solicited, and hired blacks. This firm recruited, and rem
4、ained lily white. Plus, the firm was in Memphis, and the top blacks wanted New York or Washington or Chicago. McDeere was a male, and there were no women in the firm. That mistake had been made in the mid-seventies when they recruited the number one grad from Harvard, who happened to be a she and a
5、wizard at taxation. She lasted four turbulent years and was killed in a car wreck. He looked good, on paper. He was their top choice. In fact, for this year there were no other prospects. The list was very short. It was McDeere, or no one. The managing partner, Royce McKnight, studied a labeled “Mit
6、chell Y. McDeereHarvard.“ An inch thick with small print and a few photographs; it had been prepared by some ex-CIA agents in a private intelligence outfit in Bethesda. They were clients of the firm and each year did the investigating for no fee. It was easy work, they said, checking out unsuspectin
7、g law students. They learned, for instance, that he preferred to leave the Northeast, that he was holding three job offers, two in New York and one in Chicago, and that the highest offer was $76,000 and the lowest was $68,000. He was in demand. He had been given the opportunity to cheat on a securit
8、ies exam during his second year. He declined, and made the highest grade in the class. Two months ago he had been offered cocaine at a law school party. He said no and left when everyone began snorting. He drank an occasional beer, but drinking was expensive and he had no money. He owed close to $23
9、,000 in student loans. He was hungry. Royce McKnight flipped through the dossier and smiled. McDeere was their man. Lamar Quin was thirty-two and not yet a partner. He had been brought along to look young and act young and project a youthful image for Bendini, Lambert and then again as soon as eveni
10、ng began to mellow, they must go once more. And he was so sly. He slid along in the deep grass; he was difficult as a serpent to see. And he seemed to circumvent the girls deliberately. Once or twice March had caught sight of the white tip of his brush, or the ruddy shadow of him in the deep grass,
11、and she had let fire at him. But he made no account of this. The trees on the wood-edge were a darkish, brownish green in the full lightfor it was the end of August. Beyond, the naked, copper-like shafts and limbs of the pine trees shone in the air. Nearer the rough grass, with its long, brownish st
12、alks all agleam, was full of light. The fowls were round aboutthe ducks were still swimming on the pond under the pine trees. March looked at it all, saw it all, and did not see it. She heard Banford speaking to the fowls in the distanceand she did not hear. What was she thinking about? Heaven knows
13、. Her consciousness was, as it were, held back. She lowered her eyes, and suddenly saw the fox. He was looking up at her. His chin was pressed down, and his eyes were looking up. They met her eyes. And he knew her. She was spellboundshe knew he knew her. So he looked into her eyes, and her soul fail
14、ed her. He knew her, he was not daunted. She struggled, confusedly she came to herself, and saw him making off, with slow leaps over some fallen boughs, slow, impudent jumps. Then he glanced over his shoulder, and ran smoothly away. She saw his brush held smooth like a feather, she saw his white but
15、tocks twinkle. And he was gone, softly, soft as the wind. She put her gun to her shoulder, but even then pursed her mouth, knowing it was nonsense to pretend to fire. So she began to walk slowly after him, in the direction he had gone, slowly, pertinaciously. She expected to find him. In her heart s
16、he was determined to find him. What she would do when she saw him again she did not consider. But she was determined to find him. So she walked abstractedly about on the edge of the wood, with wide, vivid dark eyes, and a faint flush in her cheeks. She did not think. In strange mindlessness she walk
17、ed hither and thither. As soon as supper was over, she rose again to go out, without saying why. She took her gun again and went to look for the fox. For he had lifted his eyes upon her, and his knowing look seemed to have entered her brain. She did not so much think of him: she was possessed by him
18、. She saw his dark, shrewd, unabashed eye looking into her, knowing her. She felt him invisibly master her spirit. She knew the way he lowered his chin as he looked up, she knew his muzzle, the golden brown, and the greyish white. And again she saw him glance over his shoulder at her, half inviting,
19、 half contemptuous and cunning. So she went, with her great startled eyes glowing, her gun under her arm, along the wood edge. Meanwhile the night fell, and a great moon rose above the pine trees.（分数：20.00）(1).At the beginning of the story, the fox seems to be all EXCEPT -|_|-.（分数：5.00）A.cunningB.fi
20、erceC.defiantD.annoying(2).Gradually March seems to be in a state of -|_|-.（分数：5.00）A.blanknessB.imaginationC.sadnessD.excitement(3).At the end of the story, there seems to be a sense of -|_|- between March and the fox.（分数：5.00）A.detachmentB.angerC.intimacyD.conflict(4).What kind of impression does
21、the passage create?（分数：5.00）Mr. Duffy raised his eyes from the paper and gazed out of his window on the cheerless evening landscape. The river lay quiet beside the empty distillery and from time to time a light appeared in some house on Lucan Road. What an end! The whole narrative of her death revol
22、ted him and it revolted him to think that he had ever spoken to her of what he held sacred. The cautious words of a reporter won over to conceal the details of a commonplace vulgar death attacked his stomach. Not merely had she degraded herself; she had degraded him. His soul“s companion! He thought
23、 of the hobbling wretches whom he had seen carrying cans and bottles to be filled by the barman. Just God, what an end! Evidently she had been unfit to live, without any strength of purpose, an easy prey to habits, one of the wrecks on which civilization has been reared. But that she could have sunk
24、 so low! Was it possible he had deceived himself so utterly about her? He remembered her outburst of that night and interpreted it in a harsher sense than he had ever done. He had no difficulty now in approving of the course he had taken. As the light failed and his memory began to wander he thought
25、 her hand touched his. The shock which had first attacked his stomach was now attacking his nerves. He put on his overcoat and hat quickly and went out. The cold air met him on the threshold; it crept into the sleeves of his coat. When he came to the public-house at Chapel Bridge he went in and orde
26、red a hot punch. The proprietor served him obsequiously but did not venture to talk. There were five or six working-men in the shop discussing the value of a gentleman“s estate in County Kildare. They drank at intervals from their huge pint tumblers, and smoked, spitting often on the floor and somet
27、imes dragging the sawdust over their heavy boots. Mr. Duffy sat on his stool and gazed at them, without seeing or heating them. After a while they went out and he called for another punch. He sat a long time over it. The shop was very quiet. The proprietor sprawled on the counter reading the newspap
28、er and yawning. Now and again a tram was heard swishing along the lonely road outside. As he sat there, living over his life with her and evoking alternately the two images on which he now conceived her, he realized that she was dead, that she had ceased to exist, that she had become a memory. He be
29、gan to feel ill at ease. He asked himself what else could he have done. He could not have lived with her openly. He had done what seemed to him best. How was he to blame? Now that she was gone he understood how lonely her life must have been, sitting night after night alone in that room. His life wo
30、uld be lonely too until he, too, died, ceased to exist, became a memoryif anyone remembered him.（分数：20.00）(1).Mr. Duffy“s immediate reaction to the report of the woman“s death was that of -|_|-.（分数：5.00）A.disgustB.guiltC.griefD.compassion(2).We can infer from the last paragraph that Mr. Duffy was in
31、 a(n) -|_|- mood.（分数：5.00）A.angryB.fretfulC.irritableD.remorseful(3).According to the passage, which of the following statements is NOT true?（分数：5.00）A.Mr. Duffy once confided in the woman.B.Mr. Duffy felt an intense sense of shame.C.The woman wanted to end the relationship.D.They became estranged p
32、robably after a quarrel.(4).How did the reporter write about the woman“s death?（分数：5.00）I remember meeting him one evening with his pushcart. I had managed to sell all my papers and was coming home in the snow. It was that strange hour in downtown New York when the workers were pouring homeward in t
33、he twilight, l marched among thousands of tired men and women whom the factory whistles had unyoked. They flowed in rivers through the clothing factory districts, then down along the avenues to the East Side. I met my father near Cooper Union. I recognized him, a hunched, frozen figure in an old ove
34、rcoat standing by a banana cart. He looked so lonely, the tears came to my eyes. Then he saw me, and his face lit with his sad, beautiful smileCharlie Chaplin“s smile. “Arch, it“s Mikey,“ he said. “So you have sold your papers! Come and eat a banana.“ He offered me one. I refused it. I felt it cruci
35、al that my father sell his bananas, not give them away. He thought I was shy, and coaxed and joked with me, and made me eat the banana. It smelled of wet straw and snow. “You haven“t sold many bananas today, pop,“ I said anxiously. He shrugged his shoulders. “What can I do? No one seems to want them
36、.“ It was true. The work crowds pushed home morosely over the pavements. The rusty sky darkened over New York buildings, the tall street lamps were lit, innumerable trucks, street cars and elevated trains clattered by. Nobody and nothing in the great city stopped for my father“s bananas. “I ought to
37、 yell,“ said my father dolefully. “I ought to make a big noise like other peddlers, but it makes my throat sore. Anyway, I“m ashamed of yelling, it makes me feel like a fool.“ I had eaten one of his bananas. My sick conscience told me that I ought to pay for it somehow. I must remain here and help m
38、y father. “I“ll yell for you, pop,“ I volunteered. “Arch, no,“ he said, “go home; you have worked enough today. Just tell momma I“ll be late.“ But I yelled and yelled. My father, standing by, spoke occasional words of praise, and said I was a wonderful yeller. Nobody else paid attention. The workers
39、 drifted past us wearily, endlessly; a defeated army wrapped in dreams of home. Elevated trains crashed; the Cooper Union clock burned above us; the sky grew black, the wind poured, the slush burned through our shoes. There were thousands of strange, silent figures pouring over the sidewalks in snow
40、. None of them stopped to buy bananas. I yelled and yelled, nobody listened. My father tried to stop me at last. “ Nu ,“ he said smiling to console me, “that was wonderful yelling, Mikey. But it“s plain we are unlucky today! Let“s go home.“ I was frantic, and almost in tears. I insisted on keeping u
41、p my desperate yells. But at last my father persuaded me to leave with him.（分数：20.00）(1).Which of the following in the first paragraph does NOT indicate crowds of people?（分数：4.00）A.Thousands of.B.Flowed.C.Pouring.D.Unyoked.(2).Which of the following words is NOT suitable to describe the character of
42、 the son?（分数：4.00）A.Compassionate.B.Responsible.C.Shy.D.Determined.(3).The author“s attitude towards the father and the son is -|_|-.（分数：4.00）A.indifferentB.sympatheticC.appreciativeD.difficult to tell(4).What does “unyoked“ in the first paragraph probably mean?（分数：4.00）(5).What is the theme of the
43、story?（分数：4.00）Every street had a story, every building a memory. Those blessed with wonderful childhoods can drive the streets of their hometowns and happily roll back the years. The rest are pulled home by duty and leave as soon as possible. After Ray Atlee had been in Clanton (his hometown) for f
44、ifteen minutes he was anxious to get out. The town had changed, but then it hadn“t. On the highways leading in, the cheap metal buildings and mobile homes were gathering as tightly as possible next to the roads for maximum visibility. This town had no zoning whatsoever. A landowner could build anyth
45、ing with no permit, no inspection, no notice to adjoining landowners, nothing. Only hog farms and nuclear reactors required approvals and paperwork. The result was a slash-and-build clutter that got uglier by the year. But in the older sections, nearer the square, the town had not changed at all. Th
46、e long shaded streets were as clean and neat as when Ray roamed them on his bike. Most of the houses were still owned by people he knew, or if those folks had passed on the new owners kept the lawns clipped and the shutters painted. Only a few were being neglected. A handful had been abandoned. This
47、 deep in Bible country, it was still an unwritten rule in the town that little was done on Sundays except go to church, sit on porches, visit neighbours, rest and relax the way God intended. It was cloudy, quite cool for May, and as he toured his old turf, killing time until the appointed hour for t
48、he family meeting, he tried to dwell on the good memories from Clanton. There was Dizzy Dean Park where he had played Little League for the Pirates, and there was the public pool he“d swum in every summer except 1969 when the city closed it rather than admit black children. There were the churchesBa
49、ptist, Methodist, and Presbyterianfacing each other at the intersection of Second and Elm like wary sentries, their steeples competing for height. They were empty now, but in an hour or so the more faithful would gather for evening services. The square was as lifeless as the streets leading to it. With eight thousand people, Clanton was just large enough to have attracted the discount stores that had wiped out so many small towns. But here the people had been faithful to their downtown merchants,
