题目内容

Sir,
Just over six months ago, I saw an advertisement in the Morning Mail for a set of the complete works of William Shakespeare. Your company, Cosmo books Ltd., offered this set (eight books of plays and two books of poetry) at what was claimed to be a ‘remarkable’ price: fifteen pounds and fifty pence, including postage and packing. I had wanted a set of Shakespeare’s plays and poems for some time, and these books, in red imitation leather, looked particularly attractive; so I sent for them.
Two weeks later, the books arrived, together with a set of the complete works of Charles Dickens which I had not ordered. So I returned the Dickens books to you, with a cheque for fifteen pounds and fifty pence for the works of Shakespeare. Two more weeks passed. Then there arrived on my door step a second set of the works of Shakespeare, the same set of novels by Dickens and a six book set of the plays of Moliere, in French. Since I do not read French, these were of no use to me at all. However, I could not afford to post all these books back to you, so I wrote to you at the end of August of last year, instructing you to come and collect all the books that I did not want, and asking you not to send any other books until further notice.
You did not reply to that letter. Instead you sent me a bill for forty two pounds, and a set of the plays of Schiller, in German. Since then, a new set of books has arrived every two weeks, the works of Goethe, the poems of Milton, the plays of Strindberg; I hardly know what I have. The books are still all in their boxes, in the garage, and my car has to stand in the rain outside.
I have no room for any more books, and even if I read from now until the Last Judgment, I should not finish reading all the books that you have sent me.
Please send no more books, send no more bills, send no more angry letters demanding payment. Just send one large lorry and take all the books away, leaving me only with the one set of the complete works of Shakespeare for which I have paid.
Yours faithfully,
SIMON WALKER
【小题1】Simon Walker wrote the letter to ________

A.show his anger to Cosmo Books Ltd..
B.complain about getting books he didn’t want.
C.advise readers not to order books from Cosmo Books Ltd..
D.urge for the final solution to the problem with the unwanted books.
【小题2】The advertisement that Mr. Walker saw in the Morning Mail was for ________
A.unlimited number of Cosmo Books.
B.a set of 10 books of the works of Shakespeare.
C.fifteen pounds and fifty pence.
D.a book containing all the plays and poems of Shakespeare.
【小题3】Mr. Walker answered the advertisement because ________
A.he wanted a set of Shakespeare’s works which was a good bargain
B.he claimed that the books were being offered at a remarkable price.
C.he had ordered the set and had been waiting for them to come for some time.
D.the set he already had was not particularly attractive.
【小题4】It can be inferred that _______
A.Cosmo Books have sent bills for books that they have not sent.
B.Mr. Walker took some action after receiving the books he did not order.
C.Mr. Walker hasn’t received the books that he ordered.
D.Several sets of books have been sent to Mr. Walker free of charge.
【小题5】The tone of the letter is that of _______
A.bitternessB.respectC.annoyanceD.humor


【小题1】D
【小题2】B
【小题3】A
【小题4】B
【小题5】C

解析试题分析:本文讲了Simon Walker先生看到广告,订了莎士比亚的书,可没有想到那家公司源源不断地寄来一些其他的书,作者只好把书再邮回去。太多的账单和太多的邮费,使得Simon Walker先生很烦恼,他希望这家公司能找辆卡车把这些书都拉走,并且不要再邮书和账单过来了。
【小题1】根据Please send no more books, send no more bills, send no more angry letters demanding payment. Just send one large lorry and take all the books away, leaving me only with the one set of the complete works of Shakespeare for which I have paid.
故选D。
【小题2】根据I saw an advertisement in the Morning Mail for a set of the complete works of William Shakespeare. Your company, Cosmo books Ltd., offered this set (eight books of plays and two books of poetry) at what was claimed to be a ‘remarkable’ price: fifteen pounds and fifty pence, including postage and packing.故选B。
【小题3】根据I had wanted a set of Shakespeare’s plays and poems for some time, and these books, in red imitation leather, looked particularly attractive; so I sent for them.可知答案为A。
【小题4】根据So I returned the Dickens books to you, with a cheque for fifteen pounds and fifty pence for the works of Shakespeare.可知Walker先生在收到他没有订购的书时,采取了一些措施,可知答案为 B。
【小题5】根据全文内容以及Please send no more books, send no more bills, send no more angry letters demanding payment. Just send one large lorry and take all the books away, leaving me only with the one set of the complete works of Shakespeare for which I have paid.可知这封信的语调是很烦恼,答案为C。
考点:日常生活类短文阅读理解。
点评:先阅读问题,然后带着问题,再读全文,找出答题所需要的依据,完成阅读。这篇文章非常容易,根据问题找到相关问题的段落或句子,便可选出答案。

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Having driven almost thirty hours, I decided to stay in South Carolina for a few days. The next morning, I purchased a three-day fishing license and bait (饵料) before heading to the lake.

Opening my trunk, I carefully took out my fishing gear (用具), put it on the lake’s edge, baited up and began to fish.

       “Good morning,” said someone, walking up from behind me.

       Turning around, I saw a game warden (猎场管理员) with a clip-board.

       “Good morning,” I said, nodding my head.

      “Catch any fish?” he asked.

       “No sir, just relaxing and killing time.”

       “Can I see your fishing license?”

       I handed him the license I had purchased at the bait shop.

       “Can I see your driver’s license, too?” he requested.

       “I see the name on the driver’s license is spelled Kiser and the name on the fishing license is Kaiser,” said the warden.

       “The gentleman at the bait shop must have written it wrong,” I told him.

       “Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for fishing with an invalid license and take away your fishing gear.”

       “You’ve got to be kidding,” I responded, with a surprised look on my face.

       Sure enough I was written up and my fishing gear taken away. I was told that I would have to pay a fine and that my stuff would be sold at auction(拍卖).

       I stood there almost in tears as he drove away. Those rods and reels were very special to me. I had used them over twenty years, fishing with my friends, who were now all dead.

       After returning home in Georgia, I telephoned South Carolina trying to explain the situation, but no one would listen. I was told that the Department of Fish and Game had a “zero tolerance” for fishing and hunting violations. Finally, in tears I paid the fine and gave up the fight.

       Nine months later, I received a letter. I had no idea who it was from as there was no return address. On a plain piece of notebook paper was written “Auction for the Department of Fish and Game held this Saturday at 11:00 am.”

       On Saturday, at six in the morning I headed to South Carolina. By ten o’clock I had found the auction. There were numerous boats and piles upon piles of fishing equipment. All at once, there it was—my wonderful stuff all thrown in a pile as if it was worth nothing.

       As the auction began I took my seat. In my wallet was twenty-seven dollars. For more than an hour I waited for my property to be brought to the auction block.

       “We have three rods and reels here. I guess we will sell this as a unit,” said the auctioneer.

       “50 dollars,” yelled someone in the crowd.

       “51 dollars,” yelled another man.

       I rose from my seat and walked out of the auction.

       “66 dollars,” I heard as the bidding continued.

       “100 dollars,” came another bid. The auction became silent.

       “100 dollars once, 100 dollars twice, 100 dollars three times. Sold for 100 dollars,” went the auctioneer.

I walked to my truck, got in and just sat there. Suddenly I heard something hit the side of my truck. Turning around, I saw the back of a man putting my three rods and reels into my truck. It was the same game warden who wrote me the ticket almost a year ago!

       As I got out of the truck he stuck out his hand and said, “I wasn’t wrong. It’s the law that is wrong.

       I shook his hand, thanked him and drove away. I cried as I crossed the South Carolina Georgia state line.

Who wrote a letter to the writer telling him about the auction?

A. The Department of Fish and Game.                  B. The game warden.

C. A person unmentioned in the passage.                      D. The auction organizers.  

Why did the writer walk out of the auction while it was going on?

   A. He realized he was unable to get back his fishing gear.

   B. He was too nervous to stay inside till the auction ended.

   C. He couldn’t bear hearing people selling his fishing gear.

   D. He knew the game warden was waiting for him outside.

What did the game warden mean by saying “It’s the law that is wrong”?

A. It didn’t make any sense to prohibit people from fishing freely in South Carolina.

B. The writer did break the law by fishing with an invalid license whatever the reason.

C. The writer should have been allowed a chance to explain and get his things back.

D. The auction should not have been held to sell the boats and fishing equipment.

Having driven almost thirty hours, I decided to stay in South Carolina for a few days. The next morning, I purchased a three-day fishing license and bait (饵料) before heading to the lake.

Opening my trunk, I carefully took out my fishing gear (用具), put it on the lake’s edge, baited up and began to fish.

 “Good morning,” said someone, walking up from behind me.

Turning around, I saw a game warden (猎场管理员) with a clip-board.

 “Good morning,” I said, nodding my head.

 “Catch any fish?” he asked.

 “No sir, just relaxing and killing time.”

 “Can I see your fishing license?”

I handed him the license I had purchased at the bait shop.

 “Can I see your driver’s license, too?” he requested.

 “I see the name on the driver’s license is spelled Kiser and the name on the fishing license is Kaiser,” said the warden.

 “The gentleman at the bait shop must have written it wrong,” I told him.

 “Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for fishing with an invalid license and take away your fishing gear.”

 “You’ve got to be kidding,” I responded, with a surprised look on my face.

Sure enough I was written up and my fishing gear taken away. I was told that I would have to pay a fine and that my stuff would be sold at auction(拍卖).

I stood there almost in tears as he drove away. Those rods and reels were very special to me. I had used them over twenty years, fishing with my friends, who were now all dead.

After returning home in Georgia, I telephoned South Carolina trying to explain the situation, but no

one would listen. I was told that the Department of Fish and Game had a “zero tolerance” for fishing and hunting violations. Finally, in tears I paid the fine and gave up the fight.

Nine months later, I received a letter. I had no idea who it was from as there was no return address. On a plain piece of notebook paper was written “Auction for the Department of Fish and Game held this Saturday at 11:00 am.”

On Saturday, at six in the morning I headed to South Carolina. By ten o’clock I had found the auction. There were numerous boats and piles upon piles of fishing equipment. All at once, there it was—my wonderful stuff all thrown in a pile as if it was worth nothing.

As the auction began I took my seat. In my wallet was twenty-seven dollars. For more than an hour I waited for my property to be brought to the auction block.

 “We have three rods and reels here. I guess we will sell this as a unit,” said the auctioneer.

 “50 dollars,” yelled someone in the crowd.

 “51 dollars,” yelled another man.

I rose from my seat and walked out of the auction.

“66 dollars,” I heard as the bidding continued.

 “100 dollars,” came another bid. The auction became silent.

“100 dollars once, 100 dollars twice, 100 dollars three times. Sold for 100 dollars,” went the auctioneer.

I walked to my truck, got in and just sat there. Suddenly I heard something hit the side of my truck. Turning around, I saw the back of a man putting my three rods and reels into my truck. It was the same game warden who wrote me the ticket almost a year ago!

As I got out of the truck he stuck out his hand and said, “I wasn’t wrong. It’s the law that is wrong.

I shook his hand, thanked him and drove away. I cried as I crossed the South Carolina Georgia state line.

Who wrote a letter to the writer telling him about the auction?

A. The Department of Fish and Game.                  B. The game warden.

C. A person unmentioned in the passage.                      D. The auction organizers.  

Why did the writer walk out of the auction while it was going on?

A. He realized he was unable to get back his fishing gear.

B. He was too nervous to stay inside till the auction ended.

C. He couldn’t bear hearing people selling his fishing gear.

D. He knew the game warden was waiting for him outside.

What did the game warden mean by saying “It’s the law that is wrong”?

A. It didn’t make any sense to prohibit people from fishing freely in South Carolina.

B. The writer did break the law by fishing with an invalid license whatever the reason.

C. The writer should have been allowed a chance to explain and get his things back.

D. The auction should not have been held to sell the boats and fishing equipment.

Having driven almost thirty hours, I decided to stay in South Carolina for a few days. The next morning, I purchased a three-day fishing license and bait (饵料) before heading to the lake.
Opening my trunk, I carefully took out my fishing gear (用具), put it on the lake’s edge, baited up and began to fish.
“Good morning,” said someone, walking up from behind me.
Turning around, I saw a game warden (猎场管理员) with a clip-board.
“Good morning,” I said, nodding my head.
“Catch any fish?” he asked.
“No sir, just relaxing and killing time.”
“Can I see your fishing license?”
I handed him the license I had purchased at the bait shop.
“Can I see your driver’s license, too?” he requested.
“I see the name on the driver’s license is spelled Kiser and the name on the fishing license is Kaiser,” said the warden.
“The gentleman at the bait shop must have written it wrong,” I told him.
“Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for fishing with an invalid license and take away your fishing gear.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I responded, with a surprised look on my face.
Sure enough I was written up and my fishing gear taken away. I was told that I would have to pay a fine and that my stuff would be sold at auction(拍卖).
I stood there almost in tears as he drove away. Those rods and reels were very special to me. I had used them over twenty years, fishing with my friends, who were now all dead.
       After returning home in Georgia, I telephoned South Carolina trying to explain the situation, but no one would listen. I was told that the Department of Fish and Game had a “zero tolerance” for fishing and hunting violations. Finally, in tears I paid the fine and gave up the fight.
Nine months later, I received a letter. I had no idea who it was from as there was no return address. On a plain piece of notebook paper was written “Auction for the Department of Fish and Game held this Saturday at 11:00 am.”
On Saturday, at six in the morning I headed to South Carolina. By ten o’clock I had found the auction. There were numerous boats and piles upon piles of fishing equipment. All at once, there it was—my wonderful stuff all thrown in a pile as if it was worth nothing.
As the auction began I took my seat. In my wallet was twenty-seven dollars. For more than an hour I waited for my property to be brought to the auction block.
“We have three rods and reels here. I guess we will sell this as a unit,” said the auctioneer.
“50 dollars,” yelled someone in the crowd.
“51 dollars,” yelled another man.
I rose from my seat and walked out of the auction.
“66 dollars,” I heard as the bidding continued.
“100 dollars,” came another bid. The auction became silent.
“100 dollars once, 100 dollars twice, 100 dollars three times. Sold for 100 dollars,” went the auctioneer.
I walked to my truck, got in and just sat there. Suddenly I heard something hit the side of my truck. Turning around, I saw the back of a man putting my three rods and reels into my truck. It was the same game warden who wrote me the ticket almost a year ago!
As I got out of the truck he stuck out his hand and said, “I wasn’t wrong. It’s the law that is wrong.
I shook his hand, thanked him and drove away. I cried as I crossed the South Carolina Georgia state line.
【小题1】 Who wrote a letter to the writer telling him about the auction?

A.The Department of Fish and Game.B.The game warden.
C.A person unmentioned in the passage.D.The auction organizers.
【小题2】Why did the writer walk out of the auction while it was going on?
A.He realized he was unable to get back his fishing gear.
B.He was too nervous to stay inside till the auction ended.
C.He couldn’t bear hearing people selling his fishing gear.
D.He knew the game warden was waiting for him outside.
【小题3】What did the game warden mean by saying “It’s the law that is wrong”?
A.It didn’t make any sense to prohibit people from fishing freely in South Carolina.
B.The writer did break the law by fishing with an invalid license whatever the reason.
C.The writer should have been allowed a chance to explain and get his things back.
D.The auction should not have been held to sell the boats and fishing equipment.

Having driven almost thirty hours, I decided to stay in South Carolina for a few days. The next morning, I purchased a three-day fishing license and bait (饵料) before heading to the lake.

Opening my trunk, I carefully took out my fishing gear (用具), put it on the lake’s edge, baited up and began to fish.

       “Good morning,” said someone, walking up from behind me.

       Turning around, I saw a game warden (猎场管理员) with a clip-board.

       “Good morning,” I said, nodding my head.

      “Catch any fish?” he asked.

       “No sir, just relaxing and killing time.”

       “Can I see your fishing license?”

       I handed him the license I had purchased at the bait shop.

       “Can I see your driver’s license, too?” he requested.

       “I see the name on the driver’s license is spelled Kiser and the name on the fishing license is Kaiser,” said the warden.

       “The gentleman at the bait shop must have written it wrong,” I told him.

       “Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for fishing with an invalid license and take away your fishing gear.”

       “You’ve got to be kidding,” I responded, with a surprised look on my face.

       Sure enough I was written up and my fishing gear taken away. I was told that I would have to pay a fine and that my stuff would be sold at auction(拍卖).

       I stood there almost in tears as he drove away. Those rods and reels were very special to me. I had used them over twenty years, fishing with my friends, who were now all dead.

       After returning home in Georgia, I telephoned South Carolina trying to explain the situation, but no one would listen. I was told that the Department of Fish and Game had a “zero tolerance” for fishing and hunting violations. Finally, in tears I paid the fine and gave up the fight.

       Nine months later, I received a letter. I had no idea who it was from as there was no return address. On a plain piece of notebook paper was written “Auction for the Department of Fish and Game held this Saturday at 11:00 am.”

       On Saturday, at six in the morning I headed to South Carolina. By ten o’clock I had found the auction. There were numerous boats and piles upon piles of fishing equipment. All at once, there it was—my wonderful stuff all thrown in a pile as if it was worth nothing.

       As the auction began I took my seat. In my wallet was twenty-seven dollars. For more than an hour I waited for my property to be brought to the auction block.

       “We have three rods and reels here. I guess we will sell this as a unit,” said the auctioneer.

       “50 dollars,” yelled someone in the crowd.

       “51 dollars,” yelled another man.

       I rose from my seat and walked out of the auction.

       “66 dollars,” I heard as the bidding continued.

       “100 dollars,” came another bid. The auction became silent.

       “100 dollars once, 100 dollars twice, 100 dollars three times. Sold for 100 dollars,” went the auctioneer.

I walked to my truck, got in and just sat there. Suddenly I heard something hit the side of my truck. Turning around, I saw the back of a man putting my three rods and reels into my truck. It was the same game warden who wrote me the ticket almost a year ago!

       As I got out of the truck he stuck out his hand and said, “I wasn’t wrong. It’s the law that is wrong.

       I shook his hand, thanked him and drove away. I cried as I crossed the South Carolina Georgia state line.

1. Who wrote a letter to the writer telling him about the auction?

A. The Department of Fish and Game.                   B. The game warden.

C. A person unmentioned in the passage.                 D. The auction organizers.  

2.Why did the writer walk out of the auction while it was going on?

   A. He realized he was unable to get back his fishing gear.

   B. He was too nervous to stay inside till the auction ended.

   C. He couldn’t bear hearing people selling his fishing gear.

   D. He knew the game warden was waiting for him outside.

3.What did the game warden mean by saying “It’s the law that is wrong”?

A. It didn’t make any sense to prohibit people from fishing freely in South Carolina.

B. The writer did break the law by fishing with an invalid license whatever the reason.

C. The writer should have been allowed a chance to explain and get his things back.

D. The auction should not have been held to sell the boats and fishing equipment.

 

Having driven almost thirty hours, I decided to stay in South Carolina for a few days. The next morning, I purchased a three-day fishing license and bait (饵料) before heading to the lake.

Opening my trunk, I carefully took out my fishing gear (用具), put it on the lake’s edge, baited up and began to fish.

“Good morning,” said someone, walking up from behind me.

Turning around, I saw a game warden (猎场管理员) with a clip-board.

“Good morning,” I said, nodding my head.

“Catch any fish?” he asked.

“No sir, just relaxing and killing time.”

“Can I see your fishing license?”

I handed him the license I had purchased at the bait shop.

“Can I see your driver’s license, too?” he requested.

“I see the name on the driver’s license is spelled Kiser and the name on the fishing license is Kaiser,” said the warden.

“The gentleman at the bait shop must have written it wrong,” I told him.

“Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for fishing with an invalid license and take away your fishing gear.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I responded, with a surprised look on my face.

Sure enough I was written up and my fishing gear taken away. I was told that I would have to pay a fine and that my stuff would be sold at auction(拍卖).

I stood there almost in tears as he drove away. Those rods and reels were very special to me. I had used them over twenty years, fishing with my friends, who were now all dead.

After returning home in Georgia, I telephoned South Carolina trying to explain the situation, but no

one would listen. I was told that the Department of Fish and Game had a “zero tolerance” for fishing and hunting violations. Finally, in tears I paid the fine and gave up the fight.

Nine months later, I received a letter. I had no idea who it was from as there was no return address. On a plain piece of notebook paper was written “Auction for the Department of Fish and Game held this Saturday at 11:00 am.”

On Saturday, at six in the morning I headed to South Carolina. By ten o’clock I had found the auction. There were numerous boats and piles upon piles of fishing equipment. All at once, there it was—my wonderful stuff all thrown in a pile as if it was worth nothing.

As the auction began I took my seat. In my wallet was twenty-seven dollars. For more than an hour I waited for my property to be brought to the auction block.

“We have three rods and reels here. I guess we will sell this as a unit,” said the auctioneer.

“50 dollars,” yelled someone in the crowd.

“51 dollars,” yelled another man.

I rose from my seat and walked out of the auction.

“66 dollars,” I heard as the bidding continued.

“100 dollars,” came another bid. The auction became silent.

“100 dollars once, 100 dollars twice, 100 dollars three times. Sold for 100 dollars,” went the auctioneer.

I walked to my truck, got in and just sat there. Suddenly I heard something hit the side of my truck. Turning around, I saw the back of a man putting my three rods and reels into my truck. It was the same game warden who wrote me the ticket almost a year ago!

As I got out of the truck he stuck out his hand and said, “I wasn’t wrong. It’s the law that is wrong.

I shook his hand, thanked him and drove away. I cried as I crossed the South Carolina Georgia state line.

1.Who wrote a letter to the writer telling him about the auction?

A.The Department of Fish and Game.

B.The game warden.

C.A person unmentioned in the passage.

D.The auction organizers.

2.Why did the writer walk out of the auction while it was going on?

A.He realized he was unable to get back his fishing gear.

B.He was too nervous to stay inside till the auction ended.

C.He couldn’t bear hearing people selling his fishing gear.

D.He knew the game warden was waiting for him outside.

3.What did the game warden mean by saying “It’s the law that is wrong”?

A.It didn’t make any sense to prohibit people from fishing freely in South Carolina.

B.The writer did break the law by fishing with an invalid license whatever the reason.

C.The writer should have been allowed a chance to explain and get his things back.

D.The auction should not have been held to sell the boats and fishing equipment.

 

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