The salesman approached the house cautiously because of the vicious dog.（）
Passage 5
Darkness approached and a cold, angry wind gnawed at the tent like a mad dog. Camped above treeline in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming, the torrents of air were not unexpected and only a minor disturbance compared to the bestial gnawing going on behind my belly button. In an attempt to limit exposure of my bare bottom to the ice-toothed storm, I had pre-dug a haft dozen catholes within dashing distance. Over and over, through the long night, the same scenario was repeated: out of the bay, out of the tent, rush, squat, rush back. "Everyone can master a grief," wrote Shakespeare, "but he that has it."
Diarrhea, the modem word, resembles the old Greek expression for "a flowing through." Ancient Egyptian doctors left descriptions of the suffering of Pharaohs scratched on papyrus even before Hippocrates, the old Greek, gave it a name few people can spell correctly. An equal opportunity affliction, diarrhea has laid low
A. withstanding the coldness
B. Camping in the mountains
C. Getting up repeatedly at night
D. Reading Shakespeare in bed
我来回答:
