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SAT阅读练习题 SAT Reading Comprehension Test 6
I have yet to meet a poetry-lover under thirty who was
not an introvert, or an introvert who was not unhappy in
adolescence. At school, particularly, maybe, if, as in my own
case, it is a boarding school, he sees the extrovert successful,
5 happy, and good and himself unpopular or neglected; and what is
hardest to bear is not unpopularity, but the consciousness that it
is deserved, that he is grubby and inferior and frightened and
dull. Knowing no other kind of society than the contingent, he
imagines that this arrangement is part of the eternal scheme of
10 things, that he is doomed to a life of failure and envy. It is not till
he grows up, till years later he runs across the heroes of his
school days and finds them grown commonplace and sterile, that
he realizes that the introvert is the lucky one, the best adapted to
an industrial civilization the collective values of which are so
15 infantile that he alone can grow, who has educated his fantasies
and learned how to draw upon the resources of his inner life. At
the time, however, his adolescence is unpleasant enough. Unable
to imagine a society in which he would feel at home, he turns
away from the human to the nonhuman: homesick he will seek,
20 not his mother, but mountains or autumn woods, and the
growing life within him will express itself in a devotion to music
and thoughts upon mutability and death. Art for him will be
something infinitely precious, pessimistic, and hostile to life. If it
speaks of love it must be love frustrated, for all success seems to
25 him noisy and vulgar; if it moralizes, it must counsel a stoic
resignation, for the world he knows is well content with itself and
will not change.
Deep as first love and wild with all regret,
O death in life, the days that are no more.
Now more than ever seems it sweet to die
To cease upon the midnight with no pain.
35 That to the adolescent is the authentic poetic note and whoever is
the first in his life to strike it, whether Tennyson, Keats,
Swinburne, Housman or another, awakens a passion of imitation
and an affectation which no subsequent refinement or
sophistication of his taste can entirely destroy. In my own case it
40 was Hardy in the summer of 1923; for more than a year I read no
one else and I do not think that I was ever without one volume or
another or the beautifully produced Wessex edition in my hands:
I smuggled them into class, carried them about on Sunday walks,
and took them up to the dormitory to read in the early morning,
45 though they were far too unwieldy to be read in bed with
comfort. In the autumn of 1924 there was a palace revolution
after which he had to share his kingdom with Edward Thomas,
until finally they were both defeated by Elliot at the battle of
Oxford in 1926.
50 Besides serving as the archetype of the Poetic, Hardy was
also an expression of the contemporary scene. He was both my
Keats and my Sandburg.
To begin with, he looked like my father: that broad
unpampered moustache, bald forehead, and deeply lined
55 sympathetic face belonged to that other world of feeling and
sensation. Here was a writer whose emotions, if sometimes
monotonous and sentimental in expression, would be deeper and
more faithful than my own, and whose attachment to the earth
would be more secure and observant.