Theodore Dreiser is old-he is very, very old. I do not know how many years he has lived, perhaps forty, perhaps fifty, but he is very old. Something gray and bleak and hurtful, that has been in the world perhaps forever, is personified in him.
When Dreiser is gone men shall write books, many of them, and in the books they shall write there will be so many of the qualities Dreiser lacks. The new, the younger men shall have a sense of humor, and everyone knows Dreiser has no sense of humor. More than that, American prose writers shall have grace, lightness of touch, a dream of beauty breaking through the husks of life.
Those who follow him shall have many things that Dreiser does not have. That is a part of the wonder and beauty of Theodore Dreiser, the things that others shall have because of him.
Long ago, when he was editor of the Delineator, Dreiser went one day, with a woman friend, to visit an orphan asylum. The woman once told me the story of that aft
A. Dreiser had no sense of humor.
B. Dreiser lived a hard life throughout his life.
C. Dreiser paved a way for the younger writers in America.
D. Both A ＆ B.
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About three years ago, I felt very lonely. I didn’t like my classmates, my parents or anyone else. My classmates didn’t want to talk (1) me and my parents were always saying that other kids were better than me. I thought I was the (2) unlucky person in the world.One day I had a big fight with one of my classmates. I was so angry (3) I hit him in the face. Just at that moment, a boy stood up and (4) the fight. He was the monitor of my class.After that, he often helped me and we became good (5) , Whenever I got angry or sad, he would help (6) to cool down. My life began to change because of the boy, my best friend. We spent a lot of interesting days together. As (7) goes by, I have become happier with people and things. And it (8) that people around me have changed, too. My parents don’t shout at me (9) more and my classmates become friendly to me.But now I can’t often see my best friend because he is seriously (10) and is staying in hospital. How I miss the
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