Theodore Dreiser
Theodore Dreiser is old—he is very, very old. I do not know how many years he has lived, perhaps forty, perhaps fifty, but he is very old. Something gray and bleak and hurtful, that has been in the world perhaps forever, is personified in him.
When Dreiser is gone men shall write books, many of them, and in the books they shall write there will be so many of the qualities Dreiser lacks. The new, the younger men shall have a sense of humor. More than that, American prose writers shall have grace, lightness of touch, a dream of beauty breaking through the husks of life.
of those who follow him shall have many things that Dreiser does not have. That is a part of the wonder and beauty of Theodore Dreiser, the things that others shall have because of him.
Long ago, when he was editor of the Delineator, Dreiser went one day, with a woman friend, to visit an orphan asylum. The woman once told me the story of that afternoon in the big, ugly gray building, folding and refolding his pocket-handkerchief—all in their little uniforms, trooping in.
“The tears ran down his cheeks and he shook his head”, the woman said, and that is a real picture of Theodore Dreiser. He is old in spirit and he does not know what to do with life, so he tells about it as he sees it, simply and honestly. The tears run down his cheeks and he folds and refolds the pocket-handkerchief and shakes his head.
Heavy, heavy, the feet of Theodore. How easy to pick some of his books to pieces, to laugh at him for so much of his heavy prose.
The feet of Theodore are making a path, the heavy brutal feet. They are tramping trough the wilderness of lies, making a path. presently the path will be a street, with great arches overhead and delicately carved spires piercing the sky. Along the street will run children, shouting, “Look at me. See what I and my fellows of the new day have done”—forgetting the heavy feet of Dreiser.
The fellows of the ink-pots, the prose writers in America who follow Dreiser, will have much to do that has never done. Their road is long but, because of him, those follow will never have to face the road through the wilderness of puritan denial, the road that Dreiser faced alone.
Heavy, heavy, hangs over thy head,
Fine, or superfine?
6.This passage is to __.
A.criticize Theodore Dreiser B.praise Theodore Dreiser
C.defend Theodore Dreiser D.ridicule Theodore Dreiser
7.“Heavy, heavy, the feet of Theodore”, it means___.
A.Theodore Dreiser was very, very old
B.Theodore Dreiser was old in spirit
C.Theodore Dreiser was tramping the wilderness
D.The tone of Theodore Dreiser’s work was very heavy.
8.What happened when Dreiser went to and orphan asylum one day?
A.He burst into tears. B.He felt pity for the children there.
C.He shook his head. D.All of the above.
9.What is the meaning of “the follows of the ink-pots”?
A.people who follow Theodore Dreiser.
B.people who like Theodore Dreiser.
C.people who write.
D.people who write prose.
10.What can you infer from the passage?
A.Dreiser had no sense of humor.
B.Dreiser lived a hard life throughout his life.
C.Dreiser paved a way for the younger writers in America.
D.Both A &B.
adj. 外交的,古字体的,老练的