2015年考研英语阅读理解精选20篇(第十三篇)
考研英语中阅读理解是重头戏，所占比例较大，考生在复习提高的过程中需要多付出精力。可是对于阅读理解来说，要提高并不是一蹴而就的事情，阅读能力需要日积月累，才能够提高速度和做题的技巧效率。为此，新东方在线小编为广大考生奉上20篇阅读理解，希望大家通过积累来最终提升综合阅读能力。下面请看2015年考研英语阅读理解精选20篇(第十三篇)
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CROSSING an Athens street by foot on a warm spring afternoon in 1985, I
checked a taxi waiting at the light to make sure it was not going to jump the
red. In the back seat I spied the unmistakeable figure of Christopher Hitchens,
larger than when I’d last seen him, larger than anyone in their mid-30s ought to
be, made larger still by an unnecessary overcoat thrown over the shoulders in
the manner of a ballet impresario from an earlier time. He saw me, called my
name, threw open the door and stepped into the street. The light was now green
and traffic was hooting. Heedless as ever to context but wholly in role, he let
go an uncounted shower of drachma notes into the grateful driver’s hand and
greeted me theatrically with a kiss on both cheeks. Like me, he was in Athens to
write about the Greek elections. The previous day, Andreas Papandreou—the father
of the recently replaced prime minister—had handily won a second parliamentary
term as leader of his country’s Social Democrats. Though not like me, because
Christopher was not like other journalists. “I didn’t see you at the Press
centre last night,” I said. “No,” he replied, “I was at the Papandreous.”
How the next hours unfolded, I don’t recall. I do vividly remember that
around two in the morning, Christopher was entertaining a small group of us at a
restaurant—quoting, parrying, recounting, provoking. His speed of memory was
daunting. He always seemed able to cite what an opponent in argument had said or
written years earlier, deploying it quickly and wittily at the surest moment to
expose them as fools, ditherers or hypocrites. That essentially 18th-century
skill made him as lethal on television as he was on the page. He wrote the way
he spoke, in boutades and in paragraphs, often with a blood-level of alcohol
that would leave most of us speechless. He was catholic in his love and
knowledge of the written word, but on the whole stayed off movies, theatre,
visual arts and music. Had he a trace of Puritan suspicion that such arts were
elite, effete and not morally serious? I suspect it was more that each of those
arts has its standards of performance and he was a performer in a competing
medium—his own words. You had to hear him in real time, and I rate myself lucky
that on a few occasions I did hear him at table—usually late on when everyone
else had stopped talking, not because they were silenced or bested but because
there and then it was simply more satisfying to listen to him.
I don’t know, and who does, if his copious writing will stand up in the way
that the work of his politico-literary hero George Orwell has stood up. Those
who found little to admire or agree with in Christopher, especially after he
backed the Iraq War in 2003, will laugh at the comparison. Even those who
enjoyed his overflowing talents as journalist and talker may find it a stretch.
Differences of water level and achievement stand out. Yet there are likenesses,
too. Neither could tolerate camps, least of all their own: like Orwell,
Christopher kept his harshest barbs for the left. Neither were doctrinal and,
though Christopher took on big topics—notably religious belief, of which he
claimed to have none—his small-motor skills with tricky ideas were no finer than
Orwell’s. Neither were really interested in policy or government, though from
sheer forensic bravado Christopher would happily take on the best-briefed wonk.
Both wrote from an essentially emotional perception about the moral condition of
the world. Orwell once praised Charles Dickens for the “vagueness” of his
radicalism. He did not mean evasiveness or lack of clarity, but a deep
conviction that something was wrong with society and that the only constructive
suggestion was: “Behave decently”. Christopher’s constructive suggestions were
never so clear, but his negative drive was unmistakeable and gave him a
consistency his detractors wrongly said he lacked: locate power, distrust it and
take it down a peg, even if you can’t knock it off its perch. Odd as it sounds,
somewhere in Christopher was a backwoods Tory anarchist.
Status and power fascinated him as targets, not as ways to discrimate among
people. He was open to everyone and called all comers by first name—that memory
again!—even if they were not near friends. My calling him “Christopher” repays
the compliment. “Hitchens” would sound both too distant and too knowing.
Now I think about it, at that restaurant in Athens it was probably closer
to three in the morning. Holding up an empty bottle, Christopher waved it back
and forth to get the attention of a waiter, slumped against a far wall. When the
waiter came over with a fresh bottle, Christopher raised an empty glass to him
and cried with a Byronic flourish, “Eleftheria!”—which means freedom or liberty
in Greek. In perfect English the waiter shot back, “We’ve already got that”. The
exhausted man had made his point and for once Christopher had no comeback. He’s
silent now for good, and, agree with him or disagree, it’s a loss to us all.
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