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长春市妇幼保健医院专家长春无痛人流价格费用多少钱希望破灭了,彻底破灭了。吉英继续把信读下去,只觉得除了写信人那种装腔作势的亲切之外,就根本找不出可以自慰的地方。满篇都是赞美达西的话,絮絮叨叨地谈到她的千娇百媚。Miss Bingley#39;s letter arrived, and put an end to doubt. The very first sentence conveyed the assurance of their being all settled in London for the winter, and concluded with her brother#39;s regret at not having had time to pay his respects to his friends in Hertfordshire before he left the country.Hope was over, entirely over; and when Jane could attend to the rest of the letter, she found little, except the professed affection of the writer, that could give her any comfort. Miss Darcy#39;s praise occupied the chief of it. Her many attractions were again dwelt on, and Caroline boasted joyfully of their increasing intimacy, and ventured to predict the accomplishment of the wishes which had been unfolded in her former letter. She wrote also with great pleasure of her brother#39;s being an inmate of Mr. Darcy#39;s house, and mentioned with raptures some plans of the latter with regard to new furniture.Elizabeth, to whom Jane very soon communicated the chief of all this, heard it in silent indignation. Her heart was divided between concern for her sister, and resentment against all others. To Caroline#39;s assertion of her brother#39;s being partial to Miss Darcy she paid no credit. That he was really fond of Jane, she doubted no more than she had ever done; and much as she had always been disposed to like him, she could not think without anger, hardly without contempt, on that easiness of temper, that want of proper resolution, which now made him the slave of his designing friends, and led him to sacrifice of his own happiness to the caprice of their inclination. Had his own happiness, however, been the only sacrifice, he might have been allowed to sport with it in whatever manner he thought best, but her sister#39;s was involved in it, as she thought he must be sensible himself. It was a subject, in short, on which reflection would be long indulged, and must be unavailing. She could think of nothing else; and yet whether Bingley#39;s regard had really died away, or were suppressed by his friends#39; interference; whether he had been aware of Jane#39;s attachment, or whether it had escaped his observation; whatever were the case, though her opinion of him must be materially affected by the difference, her sister#39;s situation remained the same, her peace equally wounded.A day or two passed before Jane had courage to speak of her feelings to Elizabeth; but at last, on Mrs. Bennet#39;s leaving them together, after a longer irritation than usual about Netherfield and its master, she could not help saying:;Oh, that my dear mother had more command over herself! She can have no idea of the pain she gives me by her continual reflections on him. But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before. ; Article/201109/154224吉大口腔医院咨询电话 6 Kirk O#39;Field第6章 柯克·欧菲尔德I had a new man to help me now.The Earl of Bothwell—a strong,clever man. He was older than me;he was not a boy like Darnley. He worked hard and he could think. He was a good fighter and he was not afraid of other men. Per-haps you are like him, James, my son?现在,我又有一个人来帮我了。思韦尔勋爵——一个健壮聪明的男人。他比我大;他不像达恩利那样像个小男孩。他工作努力且会思考。他是个勇士,他不怕别人。或许你像他,詹姆斯,我的儿子?In January your father,Darnley,was ill in Glasgow.I went to see him, and took him back to Edinburgh. He was unhappy, and afraid of people. He saw enemies behind every door. Poor stupid boy! He said he loved me again. I was angry, but I felt sorry for him, too. He was very ill.一月份,你的父亲,达恩利在格拉斯加生病了。我去看他,并把他带回爱丁堡。他很不愉快且害怕周围的人。每一扇门后面都有他的仇敌。可怜、愚蠢的男孩!他说他又爱我了。我很生气,但我也觉得对不住他。他病得很重。;It#39;s not far now, Henry,;I said.;You can sleep in the castle.;“现在不远了,亨利,”我说。“你可以睡在城堡里。”;No, not there, please, Mary!;he said.;I don#39;t want to go into the castle. I#39;m afraid of it!;“不,我不睡那儿,求求你,玛丽!”他说。“我不想走进城堡。我怕!”;But where do you want to go?;I asked.“但是你要去哪儿呢?”我问道。;Find me a little house outside the town, and stay with me there,;he said.;We can be happy there.;“给我在镇外找一间小房子,我们一起呆在那儿,”他说。“我们在那里可以很幸福。”So I found him a small house called Kirk o#39;Field,outside Edinburgh. He stayed there, in a room upstairs, and sometimes I slept in a room downstairs. Darnley was often afraid,and I visited him every day. Slowly, he got better.于是,我在爱丁堡外给他找了一间叫柯克·欧菲尔德的小屋。他住在那边楼上的一间小房间里,而我有时候睡在楼下的房间里。达恩利经常感到恐惧。我每天都去看望他。渐渐地,他好转起来了。On Sunday,9th February, there was a big wedding in Ed-inburgh. After the wedding, Bothwell and I walked out to Kirk o#39;Field to see Darnley and talk to him. Everyone sang,and laughed, and was very happy.2月9日,星期日,在爱丁堡有一个大型的婚礼。婚礼结束后,我和思韦尔一起出来去柯克·欧菲尔德看望达恩利,陪他聊天。人们欢歌笑语,非常快乐。At ten o#39;clock I was tired.;Good night, my lords,;I said.;I#39;m going downstairs to bed.;十点钟了,我感到很累。“晚安,我的丈夫,我的勋爵,”我说道。“我下楼去睡了。”Lord Bothwell put his hand on my arm.;Your Majesty,;he said.;You can#39;t sleep here now.Don#39;t you remember?People are dancing and singing in town tonight—everyone wants you to go.;思韦尔勋爵抓住我的胳膊。“陛下,”他说。“现在你不能睡这儿。你难道忘了?今晚人们在镇上载歌载舞——每个人都想你去。”;Oh, yes. I forgot,;I said.;Of course, people want to see me there. So, good night, Henry. Sleep well.;“噢,对,我忘了,”我说。“当然,人们想在那儿见到我。好吧,晚安,亨利,睡个好觉。”Darnley was very unhappy.;Please, Mary my love, don#39;t go!;he said.;Don#39;t leave me here!;达恩利很不高兴。“玛丽,我亲爱的,请不要走!”他说。“不要留下我一人在这里!”But I did not love him now. I remembered the night when Riccio died.So I smiled and said,;Good night,Henry.Be a man now.don#39;t be afraid of the dark.;可是我现在不爱他了。我想起里奇奥被杀的那一晚。于是我笑着说,“晚安,亨利。现在要像个男子汉。不要害怕黑暗。”Then I went downstairs with Lord Bothwell. Outside the house, we met one of Bothwell#39;s men. He looked afraid, and there was something black on his face and hands.于是我和思韦尔勋爵下了楼。在房子外面,我们碰到了一个思韦尔的人。他看起来很惊慌,脸上和手上沾了些黑乎乎的东西。;Jesus, man, how dirty you are!;I said.;Don#39;t come near me with those hands.;“上帝,你这个人多脏啊!”我说。“手这么脏,不要走近我。”;No, my lady, of course not,;he said. He looked at Both-well for a minute, and then ran away quickly. I laughed, got on my horse, and forgot about it.“是,夫人,当然不,”他说。他朝思韦尔看了一眼,很快就跑开了。我笑了,我骑上我的马,就把这事给忘了。I tell you before God, James, I did not kill your father.It was not me. I knew nothing about it—nothing!在上帝面前,詹姆斯,我告诉你,我没有杀死你的父亲。不是我杀的。我对此一无所知——一点儿也不知道!I sang and danced in town, and then went to bed in Edin-burgh Castle. Then, at two o#39;clock in the morning, there was a sudden noise—a very big BANG! Everybody heard it all through the town.我在镇上又唱又跳,然后就睡在了爱丁堡城里。早晨两点钟,突然传来了呼的一声巨响!整个镇上的人都听见了。 Article/201204/177457长春妇科医院哪儿最好

吉林中西医结合医院预约四维彩超CHAPTER VIIIA Hand at Cards HAPPILY unconscious of the new calamity at home, Miss Pross thed her way along the narrow streets and crossed the river by the bridge of the Pont-Neuf reckoning in her mind the number of indispensable purchases she had to make. Mr. Cruncher, with the basket, walked at her side. They both looked to the right and to the left into most of the shops they passed, had a wary eye for all gregarious assemblages of people, and turned out of their road to avoid any very excited group of talkers. It was a raw evening, and the misty river, blurred to the eye with blazing lights and to the ear with harsh noises, showed where the barges were stationed in which the smiths worked, making guns for the Army of the Republic. Woe to the man who played tricks with that Army, or got undeserved promotion in it! Better for him that his beard had never grown, for the National Razor shaved him close. Having purchased a few small articles of grocery, and a measure of oil for the lamp, Miss Pross bethought herself of the wine they wanted. After peeping into several wine-shops, she stopped at the sign of The Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, not far from the National Palace, once (and twice) the Tuileries, where the aspect of things rather took her fancy. It had a quieter look than any other place of the same description they had passed, and, though red with patriotic caps, was not so red as the rest. Sounding Mr. Cruncher, and finding him of her opinion, Miss Pross resorted to The Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, attended by her cavalier. Slightly observant of the smoky lights; of the people, pipe in mouth, playing with limp cards and yellow dominoes; of the one bare-breasted, bare-armed, soot-begrimed workman ing a journal aloud, and of the others listening to him; of the weapons worn, or laid aside to be resumed; of the two or three customers fallen forward asleep, who in the popular high- shouldered shaggy black spencer looked, in that attitude, like slumbering bears or dogs; the two outlandish customers approached the counter, and showed what they wanted. As their wine was measuring out, a man parted from another man in a comer, and rose to depart. In going, he had to face Miss Pross. No sooner did he face her, than Miss Pross uttered a scream, and clapped her hands. In a moment, the whole company were on their feet. That somebody was assassinated by somebody vindicating a difference of opinion was the likeliest occurrence. Everybody looked to see somebody fall, but only saw a man and a woman standing staring at each other; the man with all the outward aspect of a Frenchman and a thorough Republicans the woman, evidently English. What was said in this disappointing anti-climax, by the disciples of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, except that it was something very voluble and loud, would have been as so much Hebrew or Chaldean to Miss Pross and her protector, though they had been all ears. But, they had no ears for anything in their surprise. For, it must be recorded, that not only was Miss Pross lost in amazement and agitation, but, Mr. Cruncher--though it seemed on his own separate and individual account--was in a state of the greatest wonder. `What is the matter?' said the man who had caused Miss Pross to scream; speaking in a vexed, abrupt voice (though in a low tone), and in English. `Oh, Solomon, dear Solomon!' cried Miss Pross, clapping her hands again. `Alter not setting eyes upon you or hearing of you for so long a time, do I find you here!' Don't call me Solomon. Do you want to be the death of me?' asked the man, in a furtive, frightened way. `Brother, brother!' cried Miss Pross, bursting into tears. `Have I ever been so hard with you that you ask me such a cruel question?' Then hold your meddlesome tongue,' said Solomon, `and come out, if you want to speak to me. Pay for your wine, and come out. Who's this man?' Miss Pross, shaking her loving and dejected had at her by no means affectionate brother, said through her tears, `Mr. Cruncher.' `Let him come out too,' said Solomon. `Does he think me a ghost?' Apparently, Mr. Cruncher did, to judge from his looks. He said not a word, however, and Miss Pross, exploring the depths of her reticule through her tears with great difficulty, paid for her wine. As she did so, Solomon turned to the followers of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, and offered a few words of explanation in the French language, which caused them all to relapse into their former places and pursuits. `Now,' said Solomon, stopping at the dark street corner, `what do you want?' `How dfully unkind in a brother nothing has ever turned my love away from!' cried Miss Pross, `to give me such a greeting, and show me no affection.' `There. Con-found it! There,' said Solomon, making a dab at Miss Pross's lips with his own. `Now are you content?' Miss Pross only shook her head and wept in silence. `If you expect me to be surprised,' said her brother Solomon, `I am not surprised; I knew you were here; I know of most people who are here. If you really don't want to endanger my existence--which I half believe you do--go your ways as soon as possible, and let me go mine. I am busy. I am an official.' `My English brother Solomon,' mourned Miss Pross, casting up her tear-fraught eyes, `that had the makings in him of one of the best and greatest of men in his native country, an official among foreigners, and such foreigners! I would almost sooner have seen the dear boy lying in his---' `I said so!' cried her brother, interrupting. `I knew it. You want to be the death of me. I shall be rendered Suspected, by my own sister. Just as I am getting on!' `The gracious and merciful Heavens forbid!' cried Miss Pross. `Far rather would I never see you again, dear Solomon, though I have ever loved you truly, and ever shall. Say but one affectionate word to me, and tell me there is nothing angry or estranged between us, and I will detain you no longer.' Good Miss Pross! As if the estrangement between them had come of any culpability of hers. As if Mr. Lorry had not known it for a fact, years ago, in the quiet corner in Soho, that this precious brother had spent her money and left her! He was saying the affectionate word, however, with a far more grudging condescension and patronage than lie could have shown if their relative merits and positions had been reversed (which is invariably the case, all the world over), when Mr. Cruncher, touching him on the shoulder, hoarsely and unexpectedly interposed with the following singular question: `I say! Might I ask the favour? As to whether your name is John Solomon, or Solomon John?' The official turned towards him with sudden distrust. He had not previously uttered a word. `Come!' said Mr. Cruncher. `Speak out, you know.' (Which, by the way, was more than he could do himself.) `John Solomon, or Solomon John? She calls you Solomon, and she must know, being your sister. And I know you're John, you know. Which of the two goes first? And regarding that name of Pross, likewise. That warn't your name over the water. `What do you mean?' `Well, I don't know all I mean,, for I can't call to mind Mat your name was, over the water. `No. But I'll swear it was a name of two syllables.' `Indeed?' `Yes. T'other one's was one syllable. I know you. You wa, a spy-witness at the Bailey. What, in the name of the Father of Lies, own father to yourself was you called at that time?' `Barsad,' said another voice, striking in. `That's the name for a thousand pound!' cried Jerry. The speaker who struck in, was Sydney Carton. He had his hands behind him under the skirts of his riding-coat, and he stood at Mr. Cruncher's elbow as negligently as he might have stood at the Old Bailey itself. `Don't be alarmed, my dear Miss Pross. I arrived at Mr. Lorry's, to his surprise, yesterday evening; we agreed that I would not present myself elsewhere until all was well, or unless I could be useful; I present myself here, to beg a little talk with your brother. I wish you had a better employed brother than Mr. Barsad. I wish for your sake Mr. Barsad was not a Sheep of the Prisons. Sheep was a cant word of the time for a spy, under the gaolers. The spy, who was pale, turned paler, and asked him how he dared--- `I'll tell you,' said Sydney. `I lighted on you, Mr. Barsad, coming out of the prison of the Conciergerie while I was contemplating the walls, an hour or more ago. You have a face to be remembered, and I remember faces well. Made curious by seeing you in that connection, and having a reason, to which you are no stranger, for associating you with the misfortunes of a friend now very unfortunate, I walked in your direction. I walked into the wine-shop here, close after you, and sat near you. I had no difficulty in deducing from your unreserved conversation, and the rumour openly going about among your admirers, the nature of your calling. And gradually, what I had done at random, seemed to shape itself into a purpose, Mr. Barsad.' `What purpose?' the spy asked. `It would be troublesome, and might be dangerous, to explain in the street. Could you favour me, in confidence, with some minutes of your company--at the office of Tellson's Bank, for instance?' `Under a threat?' `Oh! Did I say that?' `Then, why should I go there?' `Really, Mr. Barsad, I can't say, if you can't.' `Do you mean that you won't say, sir?' the spy irresolutely asked. `You apprehend me very clearly, Mr. Barsad. I won't.' Carton's negligent recklessness of manner came powerfully in aid of his quickness and skill, in such a business as he had in his secret mind, and with such a man as he had to do with. His practised eye saw it, and made the most of it. `Now, I told you so,' said the spy, casting a reproachful look at his sister; `if any trouble comes of this, it's your doing.' `Come, come, Mr. Barsad!' exclaimed Sydney. `Don't be ungrateful. But for my great respect for your sister, I might not have led up so pleasantly to a little proposal that I wish to make for our mutual satisfaction. Do you go with me to the Bank?' `I'll hear what you have got to say. Yes, I`ll go with you.' `I propose that we first conduct your sister safely to the corner of her own street. Let me take your arm, Miss Pross. This is not a good city, at this time, for you to be out in, unprotected; and as your escort knows Mr. Barsad, I will invite him to Mr. Lorry's with us. Are we y? Come then!' Article/200905/70181长春朝阳区最好的人流医院 Anthea put her arm round Jane, who was beginning to cry. #39;It will only be for one night,#39;she said. 安西娅用单臂挽住简,简这时已开始哭起来了。;只不过呆一夜,;她说。 Then Cyril said,#39;I know. Let#39;s shout! The lights are on inthe vicar#39;s house. Someone will hear us and get us down. #39; 接着西里尔说:;我知道了。我们喊吧!牧师的家里有灯光。会有人听见并帮我们下去的。; So they shouted and screamed as loudly as they could, and the people in the house heard them. The vicar ran out with his servant. 所以他们用最大的声音喊叫起来,房子里的人听见了他们的叫声。牧师和他的仆人跑了出来。 #39; Someone is murdering somebody in the church!#39;the vicar said, afraid. #39;Perhaps it#39;s the thief who stole the cold chicken and things. #39; ;教堂里有人在杀人!;牧师害怕地说,;可能是偷了冷鸡和别的东西的小偷。;But they could not understand why the voices were coming from the sky. So the children shouted,#39; We#39;re up here ;on top of the church!#39; 可他们不明白为什么声音是从空中传来的。于是孩子们就嚷:;我们在这儿;;在教堂顶上!; The two men were still afraid,but,slowly and carefully,they went up the stairs inside the church. When they came to the top, the vicar shouted through the closed door,#39;How many of you are there? Have you got guns?#39; 这两个人还很害怕,可他们慢慢地、小心地从教堂内的楼梯走上来。当他们到了顶上时,牧师在锁着的门的另一边叫道:;你们几个人?有吗?; #39; There are four of us,and, no, we haven#39;t got guns,#39;Cyril answered. ;我们四个人;没有,我们没有。;西里尔回答。 Slowly, the vicar opened the door. 牧师慢慢地打开门。 #39;Good Heavens!#39;he cried. #39;They#39;re children!#39; ;天哪!;他叫道,;是些孩子!; #39; Oh, please take us down,#39;cried Jane. ;哦,请带我们下去吧。;简哭着说。 So the vicar and his servant took them down and into the vicar#39;s house. Of course, the vicar wanted to know why the children were on the church roof. 牧师和他的仆人带他们下来,进了牧师屋里。当然喽,牧师想知道孩子们为什么在教堂顶上。 #39; We went up there because we wanted to see what it was like,#39;said Cyril. #39;But then we couldn#39;t get down again be-cause the door was locked. #39;He didn#39;t say anything about the wings,of course. ;我们上那儿去是因为我们想看看那是什么样子。;西里尔说,;可是我们下不来了,因为门被锁上了。;关于翅膀的事他当然什么都没说。#39; But who locked the door?#39;the vicar asked. ;可谁锁的门?;牧师问。 #39; We don#39;t know,#39;Jane answered. #39; But we#39;re not telling you everything. #39; ;不知道。;简说,;可我们不会把一切都告诉你的。; #39;Ah! There#39;s a friend in it, then,#39;said the vicar#39;s servant man, who was called Beale. ;啊!那么是有个朋友参与其中吧。;牧师的男仆说。他叫比伊尔。 #39; Yes, but we can#39;t tell you about him,#39; said Anthea, think-ing of the Psammead. #39; We really are very sorry, and please,can we go home now? #39; ;是的,可我们不能告诉你他的事。;安西娅说,想起了赛米德。;我们真的非常抱歉;还有,请问,我们可以回家了吗?; The vicar still did not understand,but he was a kind man, so he sent the children home in a carriage with his servant. Martha,of course, was very angry with them,but Mr Beale explained everything very well. He was a good-looking young man with a nice smile,and after a while Martha forgot to be angry. 牧师仍然不明白,可是他是个好心的人,所以他让仆人用马车送孩子们回家。马莎当然十分生他们的气,可是比伊尔先生把事情解释得很好。他是个漂亮的、脸上带着愉快的笑容的青年,不一会儿马莎就忘了生气了。 So the day ended happily after all. 所以,这一天总算快乐地结束了。 Article/201203/175579长春中医药大学第二附属医院开展无痛人流吗

长春妇幼保健院妇科检查Ayn Rand, 1905-1982: Americans Still Debate Her Books and IdeasHer two most famous books are "The Fountainhead" and "Atlas Shrugged" VOICE ONE:I'm Steve Ember.VOICE TWO:And I'm Barbara Klein with People in America in VOA Special English. Today we tell about the life and writings of Ayn Rand. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE: Ayn Rand Although she died more than twenty-five years ago, many Americans still argue about Ayn Rand. More than twenty million copies of her books have been sold around the world. Many people say her books are poorly written. But people still buy hundreds of thousands of copies of them each year. People also continue to talk about her ideas and her interesting life. VOICE TWO:In nineteen-oh-five, Alisa Rosenbaum was born in the Russian city of Saint Petersburg. As a young child, Alisa loved books. She began to write her own stories when she was only seven years old.When the Russian Revolution began in nineteen seventeen, the Rosenbaum family fled to the Russian state of Crimea. This experience was important in Alisa's life. It started her hatred of collectivism. Collectivism is the system of ownership and control of the means of production by the people collectively, usually under the supervision of a government. After the revolution, Alisa returned to Saint Petersburg, now called Petrograd, to attend college. She took classes in politics, history, law, and writing. In nineteen twenty-six, she traveled to the ed States to visit family members. VOICE ONE:Soon after she arrived in the ed States, Alisa decided she would never leave. She also decided to change her name to "Ayn Rand." She said "Rand" was taken from the Russian alphabet spelling of "Rosenbaum." She said she chose "Ayn" after the name of a writer from Finland. Newly named, Rand moved to Hollywood, California to work in the movie business. She met and married actor Frank O'Connor in nineteen twenty-nine. Throughout the nineteen thirties, O'Connor acted and Rand wrote. She published two books during these years, but did not earn much critical or popular recognition. VOICE TWO:Then, in nineteen forty-three, Rand's famous book "The Fountainhead" was published. It took her seven years to write the novel. Twelve publishers rejected the book. However, a man named Archibald Ogden loved the story and convinced the Bobbs-Merrill company to publish it. "The Fountainhead" became a huge success around the world. It has sold more than six million copies. It continues to sell about one hundred thousand copies each year. "The Fountainhead" tells the story of a young building designer named Howard Roark. Roark wants to build interesting, modern-looking buildings. However, most people only want to see traditional designs. Roark loves designing and building more than anything in the world. But he refuses to compromise and make buildings he hates. Several people work against Roark and his goals. But in the end, Roark succeeds. "The Fountainhead" is an unusual novel for many reasons. It is more than seven hundred pages long, far longer than most books people for entertainment. It also includes discussions of philosophy, which are not usually found in popular books. In addition, the book criticizes collectivism and religion in a way that many people have found insulting.Most critics did not like "The Fountainhead." But ers loved it. In nineteen forty-nine it was made into a popular movie. Rand wrote the screenplay. Gary Cooper and Patricia Neal starred in the movie. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:After the movie was released, Ayn Rand and Frank O'Connor moved to New York City. They started having weekly meetings for friends in their apartment. Soon, the gatherings became more serious. The members discussed philosophical ideas and began writing about them. The group decided to call itself "the Collective." The name was meant to be a joke, because all of the members hated collectivism. Alan Greenspan, who would later become chairman of the Federal Reserve, was part of this group.The Collective worked together to form the details of Rand's philosophy, which they called "Objectivism." Objectivism is about the importance of the individual and reasonable thought. Rand believed that people must choose their values and actions through reason. She believed that the individual has a right to exist for his or her own self. The Collective also helped Rand edit her book "Atlas Shrugged," which was published in nineteen fifty-seven.VOICE TWO:"Atlas Shrugged" is set in the near future. The American economy and society are starting to collapse under the influence of big government. The ed States is a nation of failing businesses, closed factories and angry citizens. A small group of thinkers, artists, scientists and industrial leaders disappears from society. They flee to a hidden valley in Colorado. Here they establish a new community based on capitalism without government control. The heroine of the book is Dagny Taggart who owns a large railroad company. She struggles to keep her business alive and save the country while society is collapsing around her. "Atlas Shrugged" is more than one thousand pages, one of the longest novels ever written. Ayn Rand said that "Atlas Shrugged" fully defined her philosophy of Objectivism. She wrote at the end of the book: "My philosophy... is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute."VOICE ONE:Rand thought "Atlas Shrugged" was the most important book ever written. The critics did not agree. Most gave the book bad reviews. In the National Review, a conservative political magazine, Whittaker Chambers wrote a long, angry article about "Atlas Shrugged." He said it was a stupid book with dangerous ideas. As with "The Fountainhead," the public disagreed with the critics. "Atlas Shrugged" went on to sell millions of copies around the world. Ayn Rand and her ideas quickly became well known, especially among students and other young people. Later, she wrote books about economics, politics, love and other subjects. (MUSIC)VOICE TWO:One young person became interested in Ayn Rand's ideas long before "Atlas Shrugged" was published. His name was Nathaniel Branden. After ing "The Fountainhead," he wrote a letter to Rand. He wrote that he wanted to discuss the relationship between psychology and Rand's ideas. Branden and his wife Barbara soon became friends with Rand and joined the Collective. Rand and Branden began to have a sexual relationship even though they were married to other people. They called themselves the experts on all of the ideas of Objectivism. They wrote many papers and made speeches all over the ed States. However, some people criticized the Objectivists and their followers.They said people honored Rand and Branden as if they were religious leaders without ever questioning their beliefs. Rand rejected this criticism. She wrote that "a blind follower is ...what my philosophy condemns and what I reject. Objectivism is not a mystic cult." Things changed in nineteen sixty-eight when Rand discovered Branden having a sexual relationship with a younger student. Rand became very angry and forced Branden to leave the Objectivists and never speak to her again. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:After the end of her relationship with Branden, Ayn Rand's life slowed down. She lived quietly in New York City until she died in nineteen eighty-two. At her funeral, one of her followers left a gift. It was a two-meter tall flower arrangement in the shape of a dollar sign. This gift was meant to represent Rand's ideas about capitalism as the most moral economic system. Ayn Rand's books continue to be extremely popular. "Atlas Shrugged" has been named in several opinion studies as one of the best and most influential books of the twentieth century. Reports from Hollywood, California say that several actors, writers and producers are working on a movie version of "Atlas Shrugged."However, many people are still opposed to Ayn Rand's books and ideas. More than one hundred years after her birth, Ayn Rand's books, thoughts, and actions continue to be important to many people. She is still one of the most loved, and hated, American thinkers. (MUSIC)VOICE TWO:This program was written by Sarah Randle and produced by Lawan Davis. I'm Barbara Klein. VOICE ONE:And I'm Steve Ember. You can find the text of our programs and download audio at voaspecialenglish.com. Join us again next week for PEOPLE IN AMERICA in VOA Special English. Article/200803/32051 As the nights passed we didn't see her, we even walked in the woods together at night.   Then a month later on the 18th we saw her again. We heard crying then a gunshot and then we saw her at the edge of the woods. This happened every month on the 18th. Then one night we invited my cousin and his girlfriend to come witness it. It happened like it normally did except this time the girl’s eyes turned red when she saw my cousin and his girlfriend. She stared towards them and they ran to his car and sped off. Then she turned to us. I stood my ground. Her eyes were now blue again as she pointed to our hand holding. Then she smiled and turned and walked back into the woods. But this time she stopped and pointed to the right of her where another figure of a girl appeared. They walked towards each other and hugged then they joined hands looked back at us, smiled and then vanished.  I guess she had to come out of the woods in order to reunite with Lauren and only a boy and girl couple can drive her out.  I don't know but I haven't heard crying or a gun shot for at least a year. But I do still see them holding hands and walking along the edge of the woods by the ponds. But only on the 18th.   之后的夜晚我们没再见到她,我和女朋友甚至在入夜后一起到过树林里。但接下来那个月的18号,我们又见到了她,先是一阵哭声,接着是响声,然后她出现在树林边上。每个月的18号这种情况就发生一次。直到一天我请我表弟和他的女朋友也来看,这次,当她看到我表弟和他女朋友时,她的眼睛变红了。她紧盯着他们,他们俩吓得赶紧跑进车开走了。她转过身看向我,我愣在原地。当她看到我和女朋友紧握的手时,她眼睛的颜色又恢复为蓝色,接着她又像往常一样笑了笑并走回树林,只是这次她向自己的右手边指了指,那儿出现了另外一个女孩的身影,她们向彼此走去,互相拥抱,手拉着手回头看了看我们,微笑并消失了。  我猜她到树林外是要和劳兰团聚的,而一对一男一女的情侣会惊扰到她。  我记不清楚,但我大概有一年的时间没听到哭声和响声了。但我还能看见她俩手拉手沿着池塘的小路散步,但仅限于18号。 Article/200810/52621吉林省肿瘤医院预约宽城区中心医院在哪



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