【正文】 lagues, starvation, volcanoes erupting and destroying all vegetation and livestock, all spirit—a world revolving almost entirely around the welfare of one‘s sheep and, later, on how good the cod catch was. In the outlying regions, it still largely does. Ostensibly, the Alcoa project was intended to save one of these dying regions—the remote and sparsely populated east—where the way of life had steadily declined to a point of desperation and gloom. After fishing quotas were imposed in the early 1980s to protect fish stocks, many individual boat owners sold their allotments or gave them away, fishing rights ended up mostly in the hands of a few panies, and small fishermen were virtually wiped out. Technological advances drained away even more jobs previously done by human hands, and the people were seeing everything they had worked for all their lives turn up worthless and their children move away. With the old way of life doomed, aluminum projects like this one had e to be perceived, wisely or not, as a last chance. ―Smelter or death.‖ The contract with Alcoa would infuse the region with foreign capital, an estimated 400 jobs, and spinoff service industries. It also was a way for Iceland to develop expertise that potentially could be sold to the rest of the world。Aacute。 Error Correction (15 min) The passage contains TEN errors. Each indicated line contains a maximum of ONE error. In each case, only ONE word is involved. You should proofread the passage and correct it in the following way: For a wrong word, underline the wrong word and write the correct one in the blank provided at the end of the line. For a missing word, mark the position of the missing word with a ∧ sign and write the word you believe to be missing in the blank provided at the end of the line. For a unnecessary word, cross the unnecessary word with a slash / and put 。msson said in his sad, sonorous voice. Halld243。 and, in an appealing display of Icelandic cando verve, perhaps even protect all of Iceland, once and for all, from the unpredictability of life itself. “ We have to live,‖ Halld243。 owners. 25. The following are parisons made by the author in the second paragraph EXCEPT that A. the entrance hall is pared to a railway . the orchestra is pared to a mag. C. Turgis weled the lift like a conquering . the interior of the caf233。 was intended to A. please simple people in a simple . exploit gullible people like him. C. satisfy a demand that already . provide relaxation for tired young men. 24. Which of the following statements about the second paragraph is NOT true? A. The caf233。 and behind the thin marble front were concrete and steel, just as behind the careless profusion of luxury were millions of pence, balanced to the last halfpenny. Somewhere in the background, hidden away, behind the ten thousand llights and acres of white napery and bewildering glittering rows of teapots, behind the thousand waitresses and cashbox girls and blackcoated floor managers and temperamental longhaired violinists, behind the mounds of cauldrons of stewed steak, the vanloads of ices, were a few men who went to work juggling with fractions of a farming, who knew how many units of electricity it took to finish a steakandkidney pudding and how many minutes and seconds a waitress( five feet four in height and in average health) would need to carry a tray of given weight from the kitchen life to the table in the far corner. In short, there was a warm, sensuous, vulgar life flowering in the upper storeys, and a cold science working in the basement. Such as the gigantic teashop into which Turgis marched, in search not of mere refreshment but of all the enchantment of unfamiliar luxury. Perhaps he knew in his heart that men have conquered half the known world, looted whole kingdoms, and never arrived in such luxury. The place was built for him. It was built for a great many other people too, and, as usual, they were al there. It seemed with humanity. The marble entrance hall, piled dizzily with bonbons and cakes, was as crowded and bustling as a railway station. The gloom and grime of the streets, the raw air, all November, were at once left behind, fotten: the atmosphere inside was golden, tropical, belonging to some high midsummer of confectionery. Disdaining the lifts, Turgis, once more excited by the sight, sound, and smell of it all, climbed the wide staircase until he reached his favourite floor, whre an orchestra, led by a young Jewish violinist with wandering lustrous eyes and a passion for tremolo effects, acted as a mag to a thousand girls, scented air, the sensuous clamour of the strings。s Ark, two by two, that seemed to restore not just civilization but civility during the Great Flood. How civil was your last flight? Southwest Airlines has firste, firstserved festival seating. But for $5 per flight, an unaffiliated pany called will secure you a coveted A boarding pass when that airli