One fine afternoon I was walking along Fifth Street, when I remembered that it was necessary to buy a pair of socks. Why I wished to buy only one pair is unimportant. I turned into the first sock shop that caught my eye, and a boy clerk who could not have been more than seventeen years old came forward, "What can I do for you, sir" "I wish to buy a pair of socks." His eyes shone. There was a lot of excitement in his voice, "Did you know that you had come into the finest place in the world to buy socks" I had no idea of that, as my entrance had been accidental(偶然的). "Come with me," said the boy, eagerly. I followed him to the back of the shop, and he began to pull down from the shelves box after box showing their socks for my choice.
"Hold on, lad, 1 am going to buy only one pair "I know that," said he, "but I want you to see how beautiful these are. Aren’t they wonderful!’ There was on his face an exp
A. A pair of shoes.
B. A pair of socks.
C. Two pairs of shoes.
D. Two pairs of socks.
It’s not that we thought things were fine. It’s just that this year there were no fixes to the messes we made—no underwater off-well caps, no AIG bailouts, no reuniting the island castaways in a church and sending them to heaven. We had to idly watch things completely fall apart, making us feel so pathetic that planking seemed like a cool thing to do. This was the year of the meltdown.
If a meltdown could happen at a nuclear reactor in Japan—a country so obsessed with keeping up to date that its citizens annually get new cell phones and a new Prime Minister—we should have known we were all doomed. Meltdowns happened to the most unlikely victims. Everyone was so vulnerable to meltdowns that even Canadians rioted, though they did it only so the rest of the world wouldn’t feel bad about their riots.
It didn’t take a tsunami; anything could trigger a meltdown. Greece, a country so economically insignificant that its biggest gl
A. triggered off
B. recovered
C. realized
D. restated
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