英语综合教程1 背诵内容.doc

Unit 1 writing for myself Suddenly I wanted to write about that, about the warmth and good feeling of it, but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy, not for Mr. Fleagle. It was a moment I wanted to recapture and hold for myself. I wanted to relive the pleasure of that evening. To write it as I wanted, however, would violate all the rules of formal composition Id learned in school, and Mr. Fleagle would surely give it a failing grade. Never mind. I would write something else for Mr. Fleagle after I had written this thing for myself. When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no time left to compose a proper, respectable essay for Mr. Fleagle. There was no choice next morning but to turn in my tale of the Belleville supper. Two days passed before Mr. Fleagle returned the graded papers, and he returned everyones but mine. I was preparing myself for a command to report to Mr. Fleagle immediately after school for discipline when I saw him lift my paper from his desk and knock for the classs attention. Unit 2 all the cabbie had was a letter This isnt family, he replied. Although, he went on, come to think of it, it might just as well have been family. Old Ed was my oldest friend. In fact, we used to call each other Old Friend — when wed meet, that is. Im not much of a hand at writing. I dont think any of us keep up our correspondence too well, I said. I know I dont. But I take it hes someone youve known quite a while? All my life, practically. We were kids together, so we go way back. Went to school together? All the way through high school. We were in the same class, in fact, through both grade and high school. There are not too many people whove had such a long friendship, I said. Actually, the driver went on, I hadnt seen him more than once or twice a year over the past 25 or 30 years because I moved away from the old neighborhood and you kind of lose t