I had always been one of those quiet boys who preferred dreams to the real world. I was, in addition, absurdly shy, and therefore often mistaken for a fool, which upset me deeply. For nothing terrified me more than the prospect of correcting a false impression. Though I was often blamed by mistakes made by my classmates, I never dare to say a word in self-defense. I would simply go home to hide in a corner and cry. My greatest pleasure was to sit alone, reading, and let my thoughts drift away in the stories.
My daydreams were in sharp contrast to real life; they were full of adventures and heroic deeds. They left marks on me. There was, for instance, a book about the history of the Roman Empire, in which an ambassador, while negotiating a treaty, was told that he was to accept the terms offered, on pain of death: his response was to plunge his arm into a fire and continue with his deliberations, in absolute calm. Inspired by his courage, I proceeded to test my own powers of resilience by plunging my own hand into the fire, only to burn my fingers badly. I can still see that ambassador, smiling calmly through his pain. Father hated my reading all the time, and sometimes he threw away my books. Some nights he refused to let me turn on the light in my bedroom. But I could always find a way, and after he caught me reading by the light of a string-wick lamp, he gave up and left me to it.
There was a time when I tried my hand at writing; indeed, I even made a few little poems, but I quickly abandoned my efforts. No matter what I had bottled up inside me, I was extremely anxious about letting it out, and so my adventures in writing ended. I did, however, carry on painting. There was, I thought, no risk of revealing anything personal. I just took something from the outside world and brought it to life on paper. Sometimes I did hide some personal expression in it, but I made sure that it was visible enough to be seen and trivial enough to be ignored. The first time I showed my painting to my father, he was caught in silence for a while and then he breathed deeply, and said: "My son finally made something." Then here I am, as a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts, wondering how everything happened, from my daydreams to painting.
Four people in England, back in 1953, stared at photo 51. it wasn't much –a picture showing a black X. But three of these people won the Nobel prize for figuring out what the photo really showed—the shape of DNA. The discovery brought fame and fortune to scientists James Watson, Francis crick, and Maurice Willkins. The fourth, the one who actually made the picture, was left out.
Her name was Rosalind Franklin. "She should have been up there," says historian Mary Bowden. "if her photo hadn't been there, the others couldn't have come up with the structure. " one reason Franklin was missing was that she had died of cancer four years before the Nobel decision. But now scholar doubt that Franklin was not only robbed of her life by disease but robbed of credit by her competitions.
At Cambridge University in the 1950s, Watson and Crick tried to make models by cutting up shapes of DNA's parts and then putting them together. In the meantime, at king's college in London, Franklin and Wilkins shone X-rays at the molecule (分子). The rays produced patterns reflecting the shape.
But Wilkins and Franklin's relationship was a lot rockier than the celebrated teamwork of Watson and Crick. Wilkins thought Franklin was hired to be his assistant. But the college actually employed her to take over the DNA. project.
What she did was produce X-ray pictures that told Watson and Crick that one of their early models was inside out. And she was not shy about saying so. That angered Watson, who attacked her in return," Mere inspection suggested that she would not easily bend. Clearly she had to go or be put in her place.
As Franklin's competitors, Wilkins, Watson and Crick had much to gain by cutting her out of the little group of researchers, says historian Pnina Abir-Am. In 1962 at the Nobel prize awarding ceremony, Wilkins thanked 13 colleagues by name before he mentioned Franklin. Watson wrote his book laughing at her. Crick wrote in 1974 that "Franklins was only two steps away from the solution. "
No, Franklin was the solution. " She contributed more than any other player to solving the structure of DNA. She must be considered a co-discoverer," Abir-Am says. This was backed up by Aaron Klug, who worked with Franklin and later won a Nobel Prize himself. Once described as the "Dark Lady of DNA", Franklin is finally coming into the light.
Adolescence is a crucial period of human life that is characterized by the physiological evolution of somatic characteristics associated with psychological and behavioural modifications. In this period of life, the subject experiences a process of growth, the development of his own personality, and the discovery of himself.
But how do parents feel about their kids' independence showing-out?
They are often upset when their children praise the homes of their friends and regard it as a slur on their own cooking, or cleaning, or furniture, and often are foolish enough to let the adolescents see that they are annoyed. They may even accuse them of disloyalty, or make some spiteful remark about the friends, parents. Such a loss of dignity and descent into childish behaviour on the part of the adults deeply shocks the adolescents, and makes them resolve that in future they will not talk to their parents about the places or people they visit. Before very long the parents will be complaining that the child is so secretive and never tells them anything, but they seldom realize that they have brought this on themselves.
Disillusionment(幻灭感) with the parents, however good and adequate they may be both as parents and as individuals, is to some degree inevitable. Most children have such a high ideal of their parents, unless the parents themselves have been unsatisfactory, that it can hardly hope to stand up to a realistic evaluation. Parents would be greatly surprised and deeply touched if they realized how much belief their children usually have in their character and infallibility (一贯正确), and how much this faith means to a child. If parents were prepared for this adolescent reaction, and realized that it was a sign that the child was growing up and developing valuable powers of observation and independent judgment, they would not be so hurt, and therefore would not drive the child into opposition by resenting and resisting it.
The adolescent, with his passion for sincerity, always respects a parent who admits that he is wrong, or ignorant, or even that he has been unfair or unjust. What the child cannot forgive is the parents' refusal to admit these charges if the child knows them to be true.
Victorian parents believed that they kept their dignity by retreating behind an unreasoning authoritarian (专制的) attitude; in fact they did nothing of the kind, but children were then too cowed to let them know how they really felt. Today we tend to go to the other extreme, but on the whole this is a healthier attitude both for the child and the parent. It is always wiser and safer to face up to reality, however painful it may be at the moment.
Most of us think we have very little time, but the truth is we actually have a lot - on average, five hours 49 minutes each day, which means we typically have somewhere between 36 and 40 hours available to be spent every week however we want. So why don't we feel time - rich?
One is that we earn more, so time feels more expensive. Then there's the way we've come to see busyness as a status symbol: important people are busy, so we want to be busy, too. Add to that the flood of incoming emails and texts, along with the endless ocean of possibilities, and it's easy to see where time goes.
A second factor is the comparison we make between what we can do and what others are doing, making us anxious. This fools us into thinking we're being more productive with our work time, so we try to do it with our leisure time, too. When we're playing with out kids, we check Facebook. When we're hanging out with one group of friends, we post pictures to show another.
We're also addicted to our devices. In 2007, the amount of leisure time we spent on devices like smart-phones could be measured in minutes. Now, we spend on average 3. 5 hours a day online.
You might be wondering why you need help deciding how to spend your free time -- after all you know the sort of things you enjoy, so what could be so difficult? Psychologist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi has a surprising opinion on it. "The popular assumption is that no skills are involved in enjoying free time, anybody can do it. Yet the evidence suggests the opposite; free time is more difficult to enjoy than work." Worryingly, scientists have found that people are often no happier after a holiday than if they'd never taken one. The question still remains unsettled.
A. So we try to push back the tide and keep up by multi - tasking.
B. No wonder people say they're too busy to see friends, exercise or sleep.
C. Would it surprise you to hear that we have more leisure time today than ever?
D. How can we learn to spend time in a way that's more likely to lead to happiness and success?
E. It's something that economist have been puzzling over and they've identified several reasons.
F. Then you will have fewer empty experiences and far ore that are worthy of your precious time.
G. This is something sociologists call "polluted time'.
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard suffered from a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in1sentences. It was her husband's friend Richards who had witnessed Brently Mallard's name 2 the list of "killed" in the car accident.
She wept at once, in her sister's arms. When the storm of sadness had 3 itself she went away to her room alone. Into a comfortable armchair she sank, 4 by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and reached into her soul.
She could see the delicious breath of rain was in the air. The 5 of a distant song which someone was singing reached her, and countless sparrows were 6in the eaves.
She sat quite 7, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her,8a child who has cried itself She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines9 repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, truly a glance of reflection, but rather showed a 10 of intelligent thought.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously(喧闹地). She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to11her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will-as 12 as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word 13 her slightly parted lips. That is Free! Her pulses beat fast, and the 14 blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She knew that she would 15 again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death but she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms to 16 them. There would be no one to live for her during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending her in that 17 persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to 18 a private will upon a fellow-creature.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish 19in her eyes.
Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered. He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to 20 him from the view of his wife. But Richards was too late.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease-of joy that kills.
Recently researchers went through some survey information about the health and habits of men and women in Scotland, (hope) to determine how much exercise is needed to keep the Scots feeling depressed. The answer: a mere 20 minutes a week of any physical exercise, whether sports, walking, gardening even housecleaning. The researchers found that more exercise brought more mental-health benefits. But their overall conclusion was that being active for 20 minutes a week (be) enough, if your goal is mental health.
How much exercise is enough? This is a question difficult to answer, (part) because the amount of exercise needed depends on the benefits you hope to gain. Twenty minutes a week of housecleaning or other (activity) may, according to the Scottish study, increase your satisfaction, but it certainly won't do much for your physical fitness and is unlikely (reduce) your risks for diseases. It also won't help much with weight loss.
Interestingly, they did not find that exercise beyond a certain point would bring additional health benefits. According to the report, “It (estimate) that people who are physically active for about seven hours a week have a 40 percent (low) risk of dying early than those are active for less than 30 minutes a week.”
Marty was new at school. Usually when you're the new kid, you lay low, but not Marty.
On his first day, he made a toothpick disappear. One second he was holding the toothpick, and the next second it was gone! Everyone was asking him how he did it. "It's magic! At my old school, they actually called me Magic Marty." Marty said proudly. "Is he serious?" I whispered to my friend Brian. "I don't know, but that was pretty cool, "Brian said, still watching Marty. I knew Marty's magic was fake, but I just couldn't prove it.
Another time, Marty pulled a water bottle out of his bag, along with a cup and carefully poured water into it. Marty got a handful of ice cubes! Applause filled the hallway. When asked how he did it, he just smiled, " Sorry, but that's the first law of magic. A magician never reveals his secrets. "
Well he won't have to, I thought to myself. I'll reveal his secrets for him.
That night, at home, I sat at the kitchen table for almost an hour, trying to figure out the trick. " At it again, honey?" My mom watched me wiggle (摆动) my fingers hopelessly over a cup of water. "He's tricking people!" I cried. " Sounds as if he's trying to make friends. "My mom patted my arm.
Magic Marty had me stumped (把…难住), but the next day I caught a lucky break. At lunch, Marty was going on about how he could make things float. He had a ring in one hand and a pencil in the other. That's when I saw it: a thin piece of fishing line tied around the end of the pencil and attached to a button on Marty's shirt! Sure enough, he made the ring "float" by sliding it over the pencil and hanging it from the line. No one else noticed, and soon the whole cafeteria was clapping. However, I wasn't.
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It was time to put an end to the Magic Marty show.
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"Wait!" Marty jumped in front of me.
