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　　One evening, sitting at the window sewing, my mother called me,“Come here,”she said．“　　1　　．”She held my head against her 　　2　　, and after a puzzled moment I felt a 　　3　　 foot drumming on my cheek．“You see?”she said,“It’s alive．You can 　　4　　 it, can’t you?”I accepted it, as I accepted everything, without 　　5　　．It was as good a place for the baby to be as any other and I never 　　6　　 about why it got in nor how it would finally get out．

　　A baby would come?I 　　7　　 noticed．That there were soon to be 　　8　　 of us would not make any difference to me．I had my place, star-like in my small universe．　　9　　, certainly not a baby, could 　　10　　 that．

　　I was 　　11　　, however．I soon found that things had 　　12　　 a great deal．I had never been the 　　13　　．Now I was no longer the youngest．I was simply the one in the 　　14　　．My sister had certain 　　15　　 because she was the oldest, and my brother was the baby, the son, the much 　　16　　 boy．More than that, he had all sorts of things that never came to me．

　　As he grew, it became 　　17　　 that my brother had been the center of everything．People smiled when they saw him．He made them happy 　　18　　 by being there．And he had the sort of childish beauty that always turns heads and draws a second 　　19　　．He was so charming that he was immediately loveable．Later he also turned out to be 　　20　　, although perhaps not quite as clever as I was．

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Perhaps the most interesting person I have ever met in my life is an Italian professor of philosophy who teaches at the University of Pisa．　　1　　 I last met this man eight years ago, I have not forgotten his 　　2　　 qualities．First of all, I respected his 　　3　　 to teaching．Because his lectures were always well-prepared and clearly delivered, students crowded into his classroom．His followers liked the fact that he 　　4　　 what he taught．Furthermore, he could be counted on to explain his ideas in an 　　5　　 way, introducing such aids to 　　6　　 as oil paintings, music, and guest lecturers．Once he 　　7　　 sang a song in class in order to make a point clear．　　8　　, I admired the fact that he would talk to students outside the classroom or talk with them 　　9　　 the telephone．Drinking coffee in the café, he would easily make friends with students．Sometimes he would 　　10　　 a student to a game of chess．　　11　　, he would join student groups to discuss a variety of 　　12　　: agriculture, diving and mathematics and so on．Many young people visited him in his office for 　　13　　 on their studies; others came to his home for social evenings．Finally, I was 　　14　　 by his lively sense of humor．He believed that no lesson is a success 　　15　　, during it, the students and the professor 　　16　　 at least one loud 　　17　　．Through his sense of humor, he made learning more 　　18　　 and more lasting．If it is 　　19　　 that life makes a wise man smile and a foolish man cry, 　　20　　 my friend is indeed a wise man．

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