大年夜学英语精读文本第1册UNIT 8.docVIP

UNIT 8 TEXT A young boy faces the impossible task of trying to soften the blow of tragic mews. You Go Your Way, Ill Go Mine The messenger got off his bicycle in front of the house of Mrs. Rosa Sandoval. He went to the door and knocked gently. He knew almost immediately that someone was inside the house. He could not hear anything, but he was sure the knock was bringing someone to the door and he was most eager to see who this person would be -- his woman named Rosa Sandoval who was now to heat of murder in the world and to feel it in herself. The door was not a long time opening, but there was no hurry in the way it moved on its hinges. The movement of the door was as if, whoever she was, she and nothing in the world to fear. Then the door was open, and there she was. To Homer the Mexican woman was beautiful. He could see that she had been patient all her life, so that now, after years of it, her lips were set in a gentle and saintly smile. But like all people who never receive telegrams the appearance of a messenger at the front door is full of terrible implication. Homer knew that Mrs. Rosa Sandoval was shocked to see him. Her first word was the first word of all surprise. She said Oh, as if instead of a messenger she had thought of opening the door to someone she had know a long time and would be pleased to sit down with. Before she spoke again she studied Homers eyes and Homer Knew that she knew the message was not a welcome one. You have a telegram? she said. It wasnt Homers fault. His work was to deliver telegrams. Even so, it seemed to him that he was part of the whole mistake. He felt awkward and almost as if he alone were responsible for what had happened. At the same time he wanted to come right out and say, Im only a messenger, Mrs. Sandoval, Im very sorry I must bring you a telegram like this, but it is only because it is my work to do so. Who is it for? the Mexican woman said. Mrs. Rosa Sandoval, 1129