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1.Whom did the speaker follow to shoot? ...
2.How many times has the speaker ever been a sportsman? ...
3.What did the speaker think when he heard the explosion? He thought the
bird ...
I have never been a sportsman — or, rather, I have been a sportsman only
once, and that was the first and last time. I was a child, and one day, for some
reason or other, I found myself with my father, who was holding a gun in his
hand, behind a bush, watching a bird that had perched on a branch not very far
away. It was a large, gray bird — or perhaps it was brown — with a long — or
perhaps a short — beak; I don’t remember. I only remember what I felt at that
moment as I looked at it. It was like watching an animal whose vitality was
rendered more intense by the very fact of my watching it and of the animal’s not
knowing that I was watching it. At that moment, I say, the notion of wildness
entered my mind, never again to leave it: everything is wild which is autonomous
and unpredictable and does not depend upon us. Then all of a sudden there was an
explosion; I could no longer see the bird and I thought it had flown away. But
my father was leading the way, walking in front of me through the undergrowth.
Finally he stooped down, picked up something, and put it in my hand. I was aware
of something warm and soft and I lowered my eyes: there was the bird in the palm
of my hand; its dangling, shattered head crowned with a plume of
already-thickening blood. I burst into tears and dropped the corpse on the
ground, and that was the end of my shooting experience. |
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发表于 2018-5-31 22:49:58