The teacher was leaving the village, and everybody seemed sorry.  The miller at Cresscombe lent him the small cart and horse to carry his goods to Christminster, the city of his destination, such a vehicle proving of quite enough size for the teacher’s belongings.  For his only article, in addition to the packing-case of books, was a piano that he had bought when he thought of learning instrumental music.  But the eagerness having faded, he had never acquired any skill in playing, and the purchased article had been a permanent trouble to him.
The headmaster had gone away for the day, being a man who disliked the sight of changes.  He did not mean to return till the evening, when the new teacher would have arrived, and everything would be smooth again.
The blacksmith, the farm bailiff and the teacher were standing in confused attitudes in the sitting room before the instrument.  The teacher had remarked that even if he got it into the cart he should not know what to do with it on his arrival at Christminster, since he was only going into a temporary place just at first.
A little boy of eleven, who had been assisting in the packing, joined the group of men, and said, “Aunt has got a fuel-house, and it could be put there, perhaps, till you’ve found a place to settle in, sir.”
“Good idea,” said the blacksmith.
The smith and the bailiff started to see about the possibility of the suggested shelter, and the boy and the teacher were left standing alone.
“Sorry I am going, Jude.” said the latter gently.
Tears rose into the boy’s eyes.  He admitted that he was sorry.
“So am I,” said Mr. Phillotson.
“Why do you go, sir?” asked the boy.
“Well ----- don’t speak of this everywhere.  You know what a university is, and a university degree?  It is the necessary hallmark of a man who wants to do anything in teaching.  My scheme, or dream, is to be a university graduate.  By going to live at Christminster, I shall be at headquarters, so to speak, and if my scheme is practicable at all, I consider that being on the spot will afford me a better chance.”
The smith and his companion returned.  Old Miss Fawley’s fuel-house was practicable; and she seemed willing to give the instrument standing-room there.  So it was left in the school till the evening, when more hands would be available for removing it; and the teacher gave a final glance round.
At nine o’clock Mr. Phillotson mounted beside his box of books, and waved his friends good-bye.
【小题1】It can be inferred that the teacher _______.

　　It is strange that so many of the important meetings in people's lives take place quite by chance. I could have sat 1 in the train I caught to London 2 the day I left university 3 it was almost empty. 4 I did not want to be 5 and sat opposite a man who was so absorbed (全神贯注) in his newspaper ac first 6 I could not see his face.

　　After a few minutes he 7 the paper with an impatient gesture (表情) . He had not realized I was there, and probably because of his surprise, made a 8 about the weather. Then he glanced at me and said, “End of term?” “The end of university 9 me, ” I said, I had not 10 got used to the idea that from then on I was 11 a student, “Well , now you have got your 12 , I expect you're looking 13 a long summer break.” “Not exactly, ” I said. “The first thing I must do is to look for a job . I've got my name down for three of four interviews, but, to 14 the truth, they don't 15 me much.”

　　For the rest of the journey, we talked about my studies. 16 I know Mr Merrick very well, I know he never asks questions to pass the time . 17 we reached London, he knew almost all 18 to know about me . As I was saying good-bye, he handed me a business 19 with his name on it and the address of Merrick Enterprises Ltd. in the city .

　　“If you 20 ideas during the summer, ” he said, “give me a ring.”

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People say teenagers are no good. They make too much noise in shopping malls; they drive recklessly up and down America’s main streets; they carry chips on their shoulders as big as the Sears Tower. And at least some of the time those things are true. But we shouldn’t forget that there are hard moments in the life of a teenager too.
I watched such a moment not long ago at a woman’s funeral. I didn’t expect the event to affect me. Through much of the ceremony, in fact, I remained unmoved.
The teenage grandson stepped forward. With his very first deep breath, every heart in that church was achingly reminded of something we had all forgotten. Softly he began: “I want to share a few values that Nana taught me. She never failed to see light in any situation. When our family dog would truly attack her, what would Nana say? ‘oh, what beautiful barking that dog has!’ That was Nana. ”
“She was a strong woman who often lived in the shadow of my grandpa, who was a successful businessman in this city. But she was the one behind the scenes who provided the strength and support for my grandpa’s career,” he said, with a voice now trembling, “That was Nana’s way.”
Through a low sob, he continued, “Whenever she did anything worth recognition, you’d have to hear about it from a different source, because she was never one to show off.”
Finally, in a voice breaking free of sorrow, he looked up and said, “Nana taught me courage. She put up an incredible fight to the end, when she died peacefully, which is how she lived her life. That was Nana’s way, and I hope I can carry on in the same manner.”
There are no hearts as sensitive as those of teenagers, because everything is happening to them for the first time. The trouble with teenagers is that they haven’t learned to be controlled.
When that boy rose to speak about the woman who surely had been his truest and closest friend, his honest voice dragged each of us out into the open where we could no longer hide in the calm ceremony. He exposed us to the truth about this very real woman who believed in a boy who probably tried the patience of many adults. He reminded us that his grandmother was more than another dot on the chart of life and death.
All over again we felt those powerful losses crossing our own hearts, and we knew that when you say good-bye to something happy, something young in yourself. And that something never really returns, and the pain never really goes away.
【小题1】In the first paragraph, the writer gave some examples to________ .