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PSAT Preliminary Scholastic Aptitude Test - Reading 認定 PSAT-Reading 試験問題:

1. The __ manner in which the teacher candidate addressed the school board was a key factor in his
rejection; the school board members agreed that enthusiasm is an essential quality in a teacher.

A) superficial
B) solicitous
C) pretentious
D) combative
E) perfunctory

2. But the Dust-Bin was going down then, and your father took but little, excepting from a liquid point of view.
Your mother's object in those visits was of a house-keeping character, and you was set on to whistle your
father out. Sometimes he came out, but generally not. Come or not come, however, all that part of his
existence which was unconnected with open Waitering was kept a close secret, and was acknowledged
by your mother to be a close secret, and you and your mother flitted about the court, close secrets both of
you, and would scarcely have confessed under torture that you know your father, or that your father had
any name than Dick (which wasn't his name, though he was never known by any other), or that he had
kith or kin or chick or child.
Perhaps the attraction of this mystery, combined with your father's having a damp compartment, to
himself, behind a leaky cistern, at the Dust Bin, a sort of a cellar compartment, with a sink in it, and a smell,
and a plate-rack, and a bottle-rack, and three windows that didn't match each other or anything else, and
no daylight, caused your young mind to feel convinced that you must grow up to be a Waiter too; but you
did feel convinced of it, and so did all your brothers, down to your sister. Every one of you felt convinced
that you was born to the Waitering. At this stage of your career, what was your feelings one day when
your father came home to your mother in open broad daylight, of itself an act of Madness on the part of a
Waiter, and took to his bed (leastwise, your mother and family's bed), with the statement that his eyes
were devilled kidneys. Physicians being in vain, your father expired, after repeating at intervals for a day
and a night, when gleams of reason and old business fitfully illuminated his being, "Two and two is five.
And three is sixpence." Interred in the parochial department of the neighbouring churchyard, and
accompanied to the grave by as many Waiters of long standing as could spare the morning time from their
soiled glasses (namely, one), your bereaved form was attired in a white neckankecher [sic], and you was
took on from motives of benevolence at The George and Gridiron, theatrical and supper. Here, supporting
nature on what you found in the plates(which was as it happened, and but too often thoughtlessly,
immersed in mustard), and on what you found in the glasses (which rarely went beyond driblets and
lemon), by night you dropped asleep standing, till you was cuffed awake, and by day was set to polishing
every individual article in the coffee-room. Your couch being sawdust; your counterpane being ashes of
cigars. Here, frequently hiding a heavy heart under the smart tie of your white neck ankecher (or correctly
speaking lower down and more to the left), you picked up the rudiments of knowledge from an extra, by
the name of Bishops, and by calling plate-washer, and gradually elevating your mind with chalk on the
back of the corner-box partition, until such time as you used the inkstand when it was out of hand, attained
to manhood, and to be the Waiter that you find yourself.
I could wish here to offer a few respectful words on behalf of the calling so long the calling of myself and
family, and the public interest in which is but too often very limited. We are not generally understood. No,
we are not. Allowance enough is not made for us. For, say that we ever show a little drooping listlessness
of spirits, or what might be termed indifference or apathy. Put it to yourself what would your own state of
mind be, if you was one of an enormous family every member of which except you was always greedy,
and in a hurry. Put it to yourself that you was regularly replete with animal food at the slack hours of one in
the day and again at nine p.m., and that the repleter [sic] you was, the more voracious all your
fellow-creatures came in. Put it to yourself that it was your business, when your digestion was well on, to
take a personal interest and sympathy in a hundred gentlemen fresh and fresh (say, for the sake of
argument, only a hundred), whose imaginations was given up to grease and fat and gravy and melted
butter, and abandoned to questioning you about cuts of this, and dishes of that, each of 'em going on as if
him and you and the bill of fare was alone in the world.
All of the following may indicate why the author states the father coming home is an "act of Madness" in
2 nd paragraph EXCEPT:

A) it is broad daylight and not a visit under the shroud of darkness.
B) he risks exposing that he has a wife and family.
C) it is during the day when he should be working.
D) it is likely someone will find out who he really is.
E) it is feasible that he will cause the son to lose his job.

3. The many obvious lapses in the author's research make it __ to accept the __ of his conclusions.

A) impossible . . meaning
B) difficult . . validity
C) attractive . . logic
D) easy . . accuracy
E) questionable . . structure

4. He was a un-common small man, he really was. Certainly not so small as he was made out to be, but
where IS your Dwarf as is? He was a most uncommon small man, with a most uncommon large Ed; and
what he had inside that Ed, nobody ever knowed but himself: even supposin himself to have ever took
stock of it, which it would have been a stiff job for even him to do.
The kindest little man as never growed! Spirited, but not proud. When he travelled with the Spotted Baby
though he knowed himself to be a nat'ral Dwarf, and knowed the Baby's spots to be put upon him artificial,
he nursed that Baby like a mother. You never heerd him give a ill-name to a Giant. He DID allow himself
to break out into strong language respectin the Fat Lady from Norfolk; but that was an affair of the 'art; and
when a man's 'art has been trifled with by a lady, and the preference giv to a Indian, he ain't master of his
actions.
He was always in love, of course; every human nat'ral phenomenon is. And he was always in love with a
large woman; I never knowed the Dwarf as could be got to love a small one. Which helps to keep 'em the
Curiosities they are.
One sing'ler idea he had in that Ed of his, which must have meant something, or it wouldn't have been
there. It was always his opinion that he was entitled to property. He never would put his name to anything.
He had been taught to write, by the young man without arms, who got his living with his toes (quite a
writing master HE was, and taught scores in the line), but Chops would have starved to death, afore he'd
have gained a bit of bread by putting his hand to a paper. This is the more curious to bear in mind,
because HE had no property, nor hope of property, except his house and a sarser. When I say his house,
I mean the box, painted and got up outside like a reg'lar six-roomer, that he used to creep into, with a
diamond ring (or quite as good to look at) on his forefinger, and ring a little bell out of what the Public
believed to be the Drawing-room winder. And when I say a sarser, I mean a Chaney sarser in which he
made a collection for himself at the end of every Entertainment. His cue for that, he took from me: "Ladies
and gentlemen, the little man will now walk three times round the Cairawan, and retire behind the curtain."
When he said anything important, in private life, he mostly wound it up with this form of words, and they
was generally the last thing he said to me at night afore he went to bed.
He had what I consider a fine mind--a poetic mind. His ideas respectin his property never come upon him
so strong as when he sat upon a barrel-organ and had the handle turned. Arter the wibration had run
through him a little time, he would screech out, "Toby, I feel my property coming--grind away! I'm counting
my guineas by thousands, Toby--grind away! Toby, I shall be a man of fortun! I feel the Mint a jingling in
me, Toby, and I'm swelling out into the Bank of England!" Such is the influence of music on a poetic mind.
Not that he was partial to any other music but a barrel-organ; on the contrary, hated it.
He had a kind of a everlasting grudge agin the Public: which is a thing you may notice in many
phenomenons that get their living out of it. What riled him most in the nater of his occupation was, that it
kep him out of Society. He was continiwally saying, "Toby, my ambition is, to go into Society. The curse of
my position towards the Public is, that it keeps me hout of Society. This don't signify to a low beast of a
Indian; he an't formed for Society. This don't signify to a Spotted Baby; HE an't formed for Society. I am."
Which of the selections is the best indicator of the closeness of Toby to the Dwarf?

A) The Dwarf used Toby's closing line following his performances.
B) Toby knew of his sarser where the Dwarf kept his collection.
C) Toby was the last one the Dwarf spoke to before going to bed.
D) Toby knew of his desires to join society.
E) Toby was the grinder of the barrel-organ.

5. The proposal to forbid the use of indoor furniture on front porches has divided the town along __ lines: the
affluent feel the old couches are eyesores, while those who cannot afford new outdoor furniture are __
about what they feel is an attempt to restrict their lifestyle.

A) socioeconomic . . incensed
B) aesthetic . . dismayed
C) racial . . angry
D) political . . nonplussed
E) class . . pleased

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