【正文】 hing the forms to which they are when a long train of abuses and usurpations,pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce themunder absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty,to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies。s nature,but of accumulated knowledge applied to practical problem now facing humanity is:What is going to be done with all this knowledge?As is so often pointed out, knowledge is a twoedged weaponwhich can be used equally for good or is now being used indifferently for any spectacle, for instance, be more grimly weirdthan that of gunners using science to shatter men39。peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom , you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?Where could he hide them?If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend,but I do feel my hands are getting stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my that have gone have gone for good, those to e keep ing。 never the closing of a door or , blessed silence!My house is large enough to allow the grace of order in domestic circumstance。 I am attacked by no unkindly draught。let beauty of detail be added if one has the means, the patience, the me, this little bookroom is beautiful, and chiefly because it is the greater part of life I was places have I lived, some which my soul disliked, and some which pleased me well。 this is my home.Passage 11. A Summer DayOne day thirty years ago Marseilles lay in the burning blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern Francethan at any other time before or in Marseilles and about Marseilles had stared at the fervid sun,and had been stared at in return, until a staring habit had bee universal were stared out of countenance by staring white houses,staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaringwere the vines drooping under their loads of did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint universal stare made the eyes the distant blue of the Italian coast, indeed,it was a little relieved by light clouds of mistslowly rising from the evaporation of the sea,but it softened nowhere away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages,and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade,dropped beneath the stare of earth and did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts,creeping slowly towards the interior。 and hear only the voice of the summer black hulks, the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of cannot see the red and blue flowers, but I know that they are away in the meadow gleams the silver tramp of horses39。 —a drunken brawl。s whole being is engaged in the greatest of all the struggles,the struggle for have never admired China more than I do now,when I see her uniting as she has never before,against the enemy who threatens her this determination for freedom,which is in so profound a sense the essential quality of her nature,I know that she is —it is today more than ever the most precious human —Sweden and the United States—we have it country is young—but it greets you with a peculiar fellowship,you whose earth is ancient and free.Passage 16. Passing on Small ChangeThe pharmacist handed me my prescription,apologized for the wait,and explained that his register had already asked if I would mind using the register at the front of the told him not to worry and walked up front,where one person was in line ahead of me,a little girl no more than seven, with a bottle of medicine on the clenched a little green and white striped coin purse closely to her purse reminded me of the days when, as a child,I played dressup in my grandma’s ’d march around the house in oversized clothes,drenched in costume jewelry and hats and scarves,talking “grownup talk” to anyone who would remembered the thrill one day when I gave a pretend dollar to someone,and he handed back some real coins for me to put into my special purse.“Keep the change!”he told me with a the clerk rang up the little girl’s medicine,while she shakily pulled out a coupon, a dollar bill and some watched her blush as she tried to count her money,and I could see right away that she was about a dollar a quick wink to the clerk,I slipped a dollar bill onto the counter and signaled the clerk to ring up the child scooped her uncounted change into her coin purse,grabbed her package and scurried out the I headed to my car, I felt a tug on my was the girl, looking up at me with her big brown gave me a grin, wrapped her arms around my legs for a long momentthen stretched out her little was full of coins.“Thank you,” She whispered.“That’s okay,” I flashed her a smile and winked,“Keep the change!”Passage 17. The Props to Help Man Endure (I)I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work,a life’s work in the agony and sweat of the human for glory and least of all, for profit,but to create out of the material of the human spirit something which did not exist this award is only mine in would not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it,mensurate for the purpose and significance of its I would like to do the same with the acclaim tooby using this moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened toby the young men and woman,already dedicated to the same anguish and travail,among whom is already that one who will someday stand here where I am tragedy today is a