大学英语课后翻译 Book1 Close.docVIP

大学英语Book1 Close复习 Unit1 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 only joy, not for Mr. Fleagle. It was a moment I wanted 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 I’d 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. Unit2 “This isn’t a 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 we’d meet, that is. I’m not much of a hand at writing.” “I don’t think any of us keep up our correspondence too well,” I said. “I know I don’t. But I take it he’s someone you’ve 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 who’ve had such a long friendship,” I said. Unit4 After he passed away, I thought more and more about Tonys career. He grew in stature in my mind. In the end, I think he stood as tall, and as proud, as the greatest American industrialists. They had all reached their success by the same route and by the same values and principles: vision, determination, self-control, optimism, self-respect and, above all, integrity. Tony did not begin on the bottom rung of the ladder. He began in the basement. Tonys affairs were tiny; the greatest industrialists affairs were giant. But, after all, the balance sheets were exactly the same. The only difference was where you put the decimal point. Unit6 ?I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I f