| My parents’ house had an attic, the
darkest and strangest part of the building, reach- able only by placing a
stepladder beneath the trapdoor, and filled with unidentifiable articles too
important to be thrown out with the trash but no longer suitable to have at
hand. This mysterious space was the memory of the place. After many years all
the things deposited in it became, one by one, lost to consciousness. But they
were still there, we knew, safely and comfortably stored in the tissues of the
house. These days most of us live in smaller, more modern houses
or in apartments, and at- tics have vanished. Even the deep closets in which we
used to pile things up for temporary forgetting are rarely designed into new
homes. Everything now is out in the open, openly acknowledged and displayed, and
whenever we grow tired of a memory, an old A. The Attic of the Brain. B. Openness of the Modern Lifestyle. C. Modern Houses and Old Houses. D. The Attic of My Parents’ House. [填空题]
[单项选择]Nasreddin had a shed(棚子)behind his house. It had no lights in it. One night he went out to the shed to get his ladders(梯子)and lost his ring(戒指)there. He left the ladder, went out into the street and began to look around.
One of his friends saw him in the street outside his house, and said to him, " Hello, Nasreddin, what are you looking for" "My ring , "answered Nasreddin. "It fell off my finger. It is a silver(银的)ring with a red stone in it." "Oh, yes. "said the friend. "I remember it. I will help you to look for it. Where did you lose it" "In my shed." "But why don’t you look for it there" "Don’t be foolish! It is quite dark in my shed, how can I find my ring there Here there is light from the lamps in the street./ Nasreddin thought he could find his ring because ______. A. his friend would help him B. it was dark in the shed C. it was bright outside 我来回答: 提交
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