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[문제1]

I sank down where I stood, and hid my face against the ground. I lay still a while; the night-wind swept over the hill and over me, and died moaning in the distance; the rain fell fast, wetting me afresh to the skin. Could I but have stiffened to the still frost - the friendly unmbness of death - it might have pelted on: I should not hae felt it; but my yet living flesh shuddered to its chilling influence. I rose ere long. The light was yet there: shining dim, but constant, through the rain. I tried to walk again: I dragged y exhausted limbs slowly towards it. It led me aslant over the hill, through a wide a bog; which would have been impassable in winter, and was splashy and shaking even now, in the height of summer. Here I fell twice; but as often I rose and rallied my faculties. This light was my forlorn hope: I must gain it. Having crossed the marsh, I saw a trace of white over the moor. I approached it; it was a road or a track: it led straight up to the light, which now beamed from a sort knoll, amidst a clump of trees - firs, apparently, from what I could distinguish of the character of their forms and foliage through the gloom. My star vanished as I drew near: some obstacle had intervened between me and it. I put out my hand to feel the dark mass before me; I discriminated the rugh stones of a low wall - above it, something like palisades, and within, a high and pricky hedge. I groped on. Again a whitish object gleamed before me: it was a gate - a wicket; it moved on its hinges as I touched it. on each side stood a sable blush - holly or yew. Entering the gate and passing the shrubs, the silhouette of a house rose to view; black, low, and rather long: but the guiding light shone nowhere. All was obscurity. Were the inmates retired to rest? I feared it must be so. In seeking the door, I turned an angle: there shot out the friendly gleam again, from the lozaenged panes of a very small latticed window, within a foot of the ground; made still smaller by the growth of ivy or some other creeping plant, whose leaves clustered thick over the portion of the house wall in which it was set. The aperture was so screened and narrow, that curtain or shutter had been deemed unnecessary.

                                                < Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte >

[문제2]

   Criticism of the press is as old as the press itself. A free press that does its job is bound to irritate segments of society. The peril we face is that some of these critics attempt to translate their irritation into action that would limit our rights. We see this threat in ever-increasing libel judgments around the country and in continuing efforts to restrict press access to judicial proceedings and to government information.  We have earned some of this response through occasional lapses in editorial judgment, and our occasional failure to meet resonable standards of accuracy and fairness has led many to suspect that press's own ethical commitment. Not long ago the Los Angeles Times conducted a national poll on the public's of the press. Nearly 40 precent of the respondents said they think that the mass communications industry misuses its great power by acting irresponsibly. Nearly 20 percent said that abuses by the media should be dealt with more sternly by government regulators. only one in four thought the media to be essentially ethical; one in three said we are fair in our handling of the news. Such perceptions suggest that a considerable segments of the public sees the press as an artful dodger - darting out from the sanctuary of shield laws and First Amendment, using our powers over public opinion to do mischidf, and then darting back to shelter to escape retaliation. Such a characterization is unfair and inaccurate, and it misrepresents the reasons for the Constitution's protection. But it is not entirely unexpected: the argument that people resent the bearer of bad news has considerable merit, and the news is by no means always good. The press is the institution we love to hate, and its role as public watchdog and advocate is not likely to make it consistently popular. The press has its weakness, and these must be acknowledged. We seek excellence, but no institution can rid itself of all imperfection. There indeed have been violations of journalistic ethics. Because the transgressions of one reflect poorly on all, each violation sounds an alarm throughout the profession.

[문제3]

   I look upon death with great serenity. Even so, the approach of death look like a series of deprivations. For instance I was a heavy drinker, as you know, and one of the pleasures of my life, even when I was worried for objective reasons, was to end the evening by drinking a great deal. That's vanished. It's vanished because the doctors have forbidden me to drink. I doubt the doctor's knowledge, I may say, but nevertheless I submit. So there are these deprivations, which are like things being thken away before the moent everything is taken from me, which will be death. I am in a less comfortable state than I was ten years ago. But death, as a serious matter that comes at a given moment and that I expect, does not frighten me for all that; it seems to me natural. Natural, as opposd to my life as a whole, which has been cultural. It is after all the return to nature and the assertion that I was a part of nature.  Setting aside this period of wearing away - which I don't grieve over, since it's the common lot - I think I'v had a period, from the age of thirty to sixty-five, in which I kept a hold on myself and in which I was not very different at the beginning from what I became; in which there was indeed a continuity during which I used my freedom to do what I intended: in which I was able to be of use and to help certain ideas to spread; and in which I did what I wantde - that is to say I wrote, which has been the essence of my life. I've succeedded in what I longed for from the age of seven or eight. I have written what I wanted to write, books that have had an influence and that have been read. So when I die I shall not die as many people do, saying "Oh, if I had my life again I should live it in  another way. I have failed; I have made a mess of it." I had defficulty, because of the very structure of consciousness, in imagining a time when I should no longer exist. For example, if I imagine my funeral, it is I who am imagining my funeral: I am threfore hidden at the corner of the street, watching it pass. But in fact, as an atheist I've always thought there  was nothing after death, except for the immortality that I saw as a quasi-survival.