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The Blues—the Song of the Walking Wounded

1 Jazz is the art of surprise, producing always the sudden and unexpected. But the blues is something else. Jazz has been developed into one of those intellectual art forms that scares people away. The blues can be faked. It is faked more today than even before. But it is an emotional song and even the finest of blues singers cannot always possess true emotions, the real grief which is at the heart, in the soul.
2 Of course, I had heard the blues all my life. I had heard it all as a teenage jazz fan in America, travelling long distances to sit, perfectly still, listening with religious reverence to the great progressive jazzmen of the day. But I was never moved by the blues until I was a young soldier, marching along one long, desperately hot afternoon under a south Texas sun. We were marching four abreast, rifles slung, singing as we swung along.
3 An officer marched at the head of us.

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1 Jazz is the art of surprise, producing always the sudden and unexpected. But the blues is something else. Jazz has been developed into one of those intellectual art forms that scares people away. The blues can be faked. It is faked more today than even before. But it is an emotional song and even the finest of blues singers cannot always possess true emotions, the real grief which is at the heart, in the soul.
2 Of course, I had heard the blues all my life. I had heard it all as a teenage jazz fan in America, travelling long distances to sit, perfectly still, listening with religious reverence to the great progressive jazzmen of the day. But I was never moved by the blues until I was a young soldier, marching along one long, desperately hot afternoon under a south Texas sun. We were marching four abreast, rifles slung, singing as we swung along.
3 An officer marched at the head of us.

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1 Jazz is the art of surprise, producing always the sudden and unexpected. But the blues is something else. Jazz has been developed into one of those intellectual art forms that scares people away. The blues can be faked. It is faked more today than even before. But it is an emotional song and even the finest of blues singers cannot always possess true emotions, the real grief which is at the heart, in the soul.
2 Of course, I had heard the blues all my life. I had heard it all as a teenage jazz fan in America, travelling long distances to sit, perfectly still, listening with religious reverence to the great progressive jazzmen of the day. But I was never moved by the blues until I was a young soldier, marching along one long, desperately hot afternoon under a south Texas sun. We were marching four abreast, rifles slung, singing as we swung along.
3 An officer marched at the head o

[单项选择]All Dressed Up, a popular song by jazz musician Lonny Dangerfield, is featured in ______ for Bridgeport Custom Tailors.
A. charts
B. advances
C. recordings
D. commercials

[填空题]A The blues is an emotional song
B The officer was good for nothing
C "the prisoners’ songs differed from those on tapes, sung at concerts and jazz sessions"
D They identified themselves with its singers
E Could come close to the poor and the weak
F It was sung in their native language

The writer compares an officer to a car radiator cap to show that ______.

[填空题]A The blues is an emotional song
B The officer was good for nothing
C "the prisoners’ songs differed from those on tapes, sung at concerts and jazz sessions"
D They identified themselves with its singers
E Could come close to the poor and the weak
F It was sung in their native language
The writer compares an officer to a car radiator cap to show that ______.

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The Pleasure of Walking
Walking gives us back our senses. We see, hear, smell the world as we never can when we ride. No matter what vehicle, it is the vehicle that is moving, not ourselves. We are trapped inside its fixed environment, and once we have taken in its sensory aspects -- mainly in terms of comfort or discomfort -- we mm off our perceptions and either go to sleep or open a magazine and begin dozing awake.
But when we walk, the environment changes every moment and our senses are continuously being alerted. Around each comer of a city block, around each bend in a country road, there is something new to greet the eyes, the ears, the hose. Even the same walk, the one we may take every day, is never the same from one day to another, from one week and season to another.
This is true not only in the country, but anywhere at all. In New York City, a group of executives who meet every weekday morning walk from their homes to their offices. Thei