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经济影响
• “美国911事件”发后，美国经济一度处于瘫痪状态，对一些产业 造成了直接经济损失和影响。全球许多股票市场受到影响，当时美国 经济已经放缓，9·11事件则加深了全球经济的萧条。
• “美国911事件”的经济影响不仅局限于事件本身的直接损失。更重 要的是影响了人们的投资和消费信心，使美元相对主流货币贬值、股 市下跌、石油等战略物资价格一度上涨，并实时从地域上波及欧洲及 亚洲等主流金融市场，引起市场的过激反应，从而导致美国和世界其 它国家经济增长减慢。
• 美国政府在事件发生后宣布将会对发动袭击的恐 怖份子以及保护他们的国家发动军事报复。第一 个打击目标就是阿富汗塔利班政权，理由是他们 拒绝交出头号嫌犯本•拉登。
• 有传闻称伊拉克也卷入袭击事件。美国政府事后 承认，9.11事件当晚白宫就已经决定要更换伊拉 克政权——虽然没有任何证据显示在宗教上较为 开放的伊拉克萨达姆政权到底与信奉伊斯兰原教 旨主义的基地组织之间有任何联系。布什政府通 过利用9.11事件来挑起民意支持攻打伊拉克。
• 美国政府的一个统计显示，为追杀拉登，在阿富汗战争中，从2001 年～2010年，美国的军事拨款超过4280亿美元，对阿富汗的占领到 2010年6月1日已造成7228名美军士兵死伤。随着美国的军事形势受到 破坏，白宫增加了驻阿富汗士兵的数量，这同时也增加了美军士兵的 死伤人数。奥巴马政府最近18个月在阿富汗死伤的士兵人数远远超出 过去8年。2011年5月2日，驻阿美军在帐篷里看到本.拉登死讯时说： “本·拉登的死就是对所有死亡的美军士兵最大的安慰。”
• 911事件在心理上对美国民众形成前所未有的影 响，使美国人一方面加剧了对恐怖主义的仇恨， 为美国人在防范恐怖主义问题上达成共识提供了 坚实的基础。
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人生本身就是一场与痛苦并存的旅行，并不像很多人想象得那么轻松，从生下来的那一天，我们就开始了人生的修行。无论你生长在怎样的环境中，你都会面临人生的各种难题。面对这些难题、困境，没有人可以不流泪不流汗就轻轻松松地跨过去。经历得越多，越容易发现这个世界的真理——越怕吃苦，越有苦吃。那些心灵真正富足的人，其实都不怕吃苦人生总要吃苦，有了苦才能知道甜，有了苦才知道珍惜。努力，苦是暂时的人生晚吃苦，不如早吃苦；你现在不累，以后就会更累。你要知道，现在吃的苦，其实是以后享得福。曾国藩曾说：“百种弊病，皆从懒生。懒则弛缓，弛缓则治人不严，而趣功不敏。”孔子也曾说：“人无远虑，必有近忧”，做人眼光要放长远，不能只贪一时的安逸，让内心的懒惰控制你的生活。努力的苦，是暂时的。现在不少孩子都吃不了苦，碰到一点挫折，一点困难就要放弃。你问他为什么不能坚持一下，吃点苦，他便振振有词地回答你，努力太苦了，努力也是这样过，不努力也是这样过，为什么不让自己当下过得舒服一点呢？人生有些苦注定要吃，今天不苦学，老来是要后悔，是要受苦的。年少时贪图安逸，不想努力，少了精神的滋养，少了技能的支撑，明天就要忍受空虚与“贫穷”。努力了，可能当时会感到痛苦，但当你迈过这个坎，你会拥有一个内心更加丰满、更有价值的自己。付出的努力，受过的苦永远不会白费，上天总会补给你，即使你当时没有获得自己想要的，当有一天你陷入困境，你此时的努力便会显现出来。吃苦努力得到的是技能上的进步，思维上的开阔，心智上的成熟，这些对人生意义重大，一生都对你有益。贪图安逸，苦一辈子选择安逸还是有意义地生活？传说老子遇到一位年逾百岁的老翁，老翁得意地说：“我从年少到现在，一直是游手好闲地轻松度日。我的同龄人辛苦一生却早已作古。现在我是否可以嘲笑他们忙碌一生，只是给自己换来一个早逝的结果呢？”老子拿了一块砖头和一块石头放在老翁面前说：“如果只能选择其一，您是要砖头还是要石头呢？”老翁选择了砖头并指着石头说：“这石头没棱没角，要它何用？”人总要有目标有梦想，梦想是努力奋斗才可能实现。人生的价值不在于长短，而在于你赋予你做的事情以意义。其实，人的本性都是懒惰的，都是追求安逸逃避痛苦的。我们总羡慕别人的成绩、地位，进而抱怨世界不公，但一个贪图安逸，没有认真努力过的人，有什么资格抱怨呢？许多父母一辈子都在为子女营造舒适安逸的小窝，但要知道生命的意义不可能从安逸的氛围中结出，没有一种能力是在纯粹的欢乐中产生的。能力都是在痛苦和挫折中培养出来的。当孩子习惯了安逸的生活之后，便会惧怕改变。当孩子不愿受苦不愿努力，懒惰的种子便在心里滋生，人生也终将不会有太大的起色。努力必然是辛苦的，是难受的，只有这样你才能提高，才能进步，才能充实自己。如果因为不能接受努力的苦，而不去努力，那么必将被社会淘汰，人生后面的日子将过得很苦。时光不等人所谓少壮不努力，老大徒伤悲。不努力的人生，当你凝眸回望，你会发现，最遗憾的不是没有机会，而是没有去努力，没有吃当时的苦。年轻时苦，不叫苦；年老时苦，才叫苦。年轻不要怕吃苦，不要贪图安逸享乐，不然等你老了，想努力了，却发现时不我待，已经没有力气了。 年轻时主动吃努力奋斗之苦，吃完这苦，才能尝到生活的甜。不愿吃努力奋斗之苦，最后只能吃命运带来的苦。对大多数人而言，我们一事无成，不是因为资质平庸，而是因为不够努力。别在你垂垂老矣，两手空空时，再痛心疾首地说“如果当时能吃一点苦，能再努力一点”。在最能拼最能斗的年纪，吃苦是必须的也是必然的，然而如今这样的少年似乎越来越少。虽然苦过之后不一定有甜，努力过之后不一定成功，但不努力的人生希望更加渺茫，就像一潭死水。不努力的人生，一眼看得到头，苍白到连新的风景都没有，那才是真正的苦。努力的苦不是真正的苦，你觉得苦是因为你并未预见自己选择得过且过后的人生后果。如果你把眼前努力的苦看做日后生活的甜，你会发现其实也没有那么难以下咽。不经一番寒彻骨，怎得梅花扑鼻香。青春最厚重的底色是奋斗，最可贵的精神是拼搏，别在最好的时光里选择安逸，人生越懒，越安逸，你就越可能错过美好的风景。不想苦一辈子，就要苦一阵子。扛得住艰难，才能配得上梦想。及年岁之未晏兮，时亦犹其未央。恐鹈鴃之先鸣兮，使夫百草为之不芳。趁年轻，努力别怕苦，怕吃苦的人，往往会吃苦一辈子一个相熟的小姑娘深夜发来好几条微信，急切地找我帮忙，说自己被群里的一位大V投诉抄袭，对方放了狠话，说要诉诸法律途径。她听说我们关系不错，便来找我“曲线救国”，说：“你能不能帮我问问她，看她愿不愿意私下和解？当时的确是有几段模仿了她，但我真的没想到会这样。”“所以你的确是先看了她的文章，然后才仿照人家的逻辑语言写出了这一篇？”我反问。她惴惴地应了句是，“想着她写过那么多文章，肯定记不住，但是没想到，这么快就被发现了。”我气得想笑，问：“所以你知道自己这算是抄袭，不过是心存侥幸，赌的是别人要么瞎要么傻要么不好意思发声，你倒是图什么？”她沉默了一会儿，回了我很长一段话，大意是她从大一开始，就一直想做文字类的工作，想做一个好的公众号来给自己的简历添彩，可是一直没有起色，眼看都大四了，学校里刚入学的学妹粉丝都比她多。每天过的特别焦虑又特别烦躁，然后发现了洗稿抄袭这条看似快捷又轻便的小路。出稿快不说，抄袭的内容又多是网上传播热度较高的文章，关注数居然比她自己认认真真写的时候还高出不少。尝到过甜头，又怎肯轻易罢手，她发来一个很哭丧的表情，说：“我知道错了，如果可以私了，她要我怎么样都可以，可是我真的不能公开道歉啊，不然这个污点可能就洗不掉了，别人会怎么看我，我毕业之后还打算入职新媒体公司呢……我才22岁，在这行里还有很远的路要走，求你帮帮我。”我没有继续指责她，却觉得有点悲哀。正是因为年轻，所以急功近利，但抄捷径的时候却总是忘了，承担身败名裂之后阴影的也只能是那个年轻的自己。哪有谁是靠一两篇文章、一个做的还算不错的公号就能顺利入职名企的呢？任何一个招聘企业，更看重的是人品，以及你是否有继续走下去的能力和意愿。冬季 分割线 森林我刚毕业入职第一家公司的时候，办公室的主流风气是逢迎拍马奉承上级。跟我一同毕业的姑娘，从主管的外套到经理的发型再到总监的某项决定，可以不重样地夸上好几个小时，可嘴笨如我，却只会在她舌灿莲花的时候目瞪口呆地点头，一句话也插不进去。理所当然的，她比我得到的照顾和实惠都更多，比如：我提前三周就请好的假，会因为她跟老板撒撒娇就不得不泡了汤回来值班，我做更多的事，创造更好的业绩，年终升职的时候，却依旧只有眼巴巴看着她意气风发的份儿。我郁闷了一整年，年终聚会的时候跟朋友们吐槽公司的一切，还说了句狠话：“不就是吹捧逢迎嘛，谁现在不会还能一辈子不会？明年我也不傻着闷头干活了，大家一起拍，看谁赢过谁。”大家都笑，只有一个当时还不大熟悉的姐姐，在散场等出租车的时候专程过来找我聊天：“我知道你肯定觉得心理不平衡，但你有没有想过，你其实并不会在这家公司里待一辈子，到了该走的时候，除了会吹捧逢迎之外，你还有没有什么其他拿得出手的资本？你有没有完胜马屁精竞争的实力？”“不是每个老板都更偏爱会说好话的员工，退一万步讲，就算你会在这家公司里待到退休，万一管理层换了人，可能对业绩的需求更胜过拍马屁，到时候你恐怕已经不年轻了，难道还要从头学起吗？”我被她问的哑口无言，因为我根本没想过任何“以后”，满脑子心心念念的只是眼下利益和不公平。“计利应计天下利, 求名应求万世名。职场里为自己着想没错的，但你总得知道，什么是真的好，什么只是看上去很好的陷阱。”她说。1911 年9 月，两只南极考察队同时到达了南极圈附近，准备向南极点进发，一个是挪威的阿蒙森团队，另一个是英国的斯科特团队。阿蒙森团队一共只有5个人，而斯科特的团队有17人之多，可最先到达极点并顺利返回的，却是阿蒙森。斯科特一行人不仅比阿蒙森晚了近一个月才到达极点，在返程的过程中又遭遇了暴风雪，无人生还。后世的研究者们研究了斯科特遗留的手稿和阿蒙森的访谈之后，发现了这样一个很不起眼的差异：阿蒙森团队的五个人，平均每人携带三吨物资（有雪橇和雪橇狗），无论当天天气如何，每天都要进行三十公里，然后就扎起帐篷开始休息。可斯科特的团队却正好相反，为了轻装上阵，他们每人携带的物资只有一吨，天气好的，每天前进40-60公里，天气不好的时候，就睡在帐篷里，诅咒恶劣的天气和糟糕的运气。 然而就是这样一个不起眼的小细节，决定了两个队伍的命运南极圈天气变化莫测，每天无论如何前进30公里，缩短的不仅仅是路程，还有人心中对于极端天气的倦怠与畏惧。而在零下四十多度的冰天雪地里，回程比去路更加凶险，留下足够的补给和热源，便是给自己留下生的希望。没有谁是能靠着一腔热血和一时侥幸走向终点的，更多可见的成功，与其说是靠激情和运气，更不如说靠的是合理的计划和持久的坚持，在靠近辉煌的同时，也给自己留下退路。我很喜欢曾在书中看到的一段话：原本以为，才华是一个门槛，后来懂事一点，觉得勤奋是一个门槛，再往后，当知道了自己既没才华又不勤奋的时候，才发觉时间也是一个门槛。一件事，当你坚持了足够久的之间之后，总会有所得，这种所得不在于名利，不在于你到底做出了多大的事，而在于你知道自己所成就的，也知道了自己的本分和局限。
论阿加莎·克里斯蒂《无人生还》的艺术特色
论阿加莎·克里斯蒂《无人生还》的艺术特色作者：郭润来源：《卷宗》2018年第06期摘要：阿加莎·克里斯蒂被誉为世界三大推理小说宗师之一。
作为英国杰出的推理小说家，她的作品具有严密的逻辑性，经常运用反转的结局让读者大吃一惊却又拍案叫绝。
《无人生还》作为她具有代表性的一部作品，采用的叙事结构，对人物心理的描写以及推理模式都开创了先河，具有很高的艺术地位。
关键词：阿加莎·克里斯蒂；《无人生还》；推理小说阿加莎·克里斯蒂是英国的著名女侦探小说家，与日本的松本清张，英国的阿瑟·柯南道尔并称为世界三大推理小说宗师，其创作数量惊人，作品亦十分畅销，著作销量仅次于圣经和莎士比亚的作品。
英国女王曾授予克里斯蒂“侦探女王”的桂冠，可见其在推理文坛上的地位。
克里斯蒂的《无人生还》讲述了八个素不相识的人被并不认识的欧文夫妇邀请去士兵岛做客，由管家夫妇二人接待他们。
当人物到齐后，屋内的留声机却响起，指控在场的十个人都犯有谋杀罪。
正当人们惶恐至际，来宾之一突然死亡，桌上放置的十个小士兵也少了一个，而墙上挂着的有关士兵的童谣也暗示了其他人的命运。
作品悬疑气氛浓厚，开创了推理小说中“暴风雪山庄与童谣杀人”的模式，具有很高的艺术地位。
1 叙事结构《无人生还》不同于其他的推理作品，并不是单线发展的历时叙述，没有按照时间顺序依次描写事件地发展，而是采用多视角的共时叙述，人物视角经过了多次转换。
十个人物视角的分别切换，聚焦者就随之改变，叙述者是作品中的人物，主观色彩更浓，而非像往常一样采用外聚焦手法来描写。
《无人生还》主要运用了不定式内聚焦和多重式内聚焦来推动故事情节地发展，当人物的视角被切换后，此时重点描写该人物的内心活动，来说明人物性格和他所经历的故事，这样每个人物的描写都很全面，可以让读者更好地了解该人物的特点，也增加了每个人物的嫌疑，加重了悬念。
而十个人物分别以自己的视角阐述了对被困在士兵岛事件的看法，是多个人物对同一事件的聚焦，使读者对被困事件能有更加公正地了解，也可以使读者更身临其境地感受到作品中紧张的气氛，代入感更强。
无人生还 英语 影评ppt课件
And Then There Were None
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That is one of Agatha Christie's best-known mysteries:
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Agatha Christie The author of the book Queen of Crime (推理小说女王)
Dramas, plays, films, TV series and video games, A series of success
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无人生还Chapter 1
Chapter 1In the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar and ran an interested eye through the political news in the Times.He laid the paper down and glanced out of the window. They were running now through Somerset. He glanced at his watch - another two hours to go.He went over in his mind all that had appeared in the papers about Indian Island. There had been its original purchase by an American millionaire who was crazy about yachting - and an account of the luxurious modern house he had built on this little island off the Devon coast. The unfortunate fact that the new third wife of the American millionaire was a bad sailor had led to the subsequent putting up of the house and island for sale. Various glowing advertisements of it had appeared in the papers. Then came the first bald statement that it had been bought - by a Mr. Owen. After that the rumours of the gossip writers had started. Indian Island had really been bought by Miss Gabrielle Turl, the Hollywood film star! She wanted to spend some months there free from all publicity! Busy Bee had hinted delicately that it was to be an abode for Royalty??! Mr. Merryweather had had it whispered to him that it had been bought for a honeymoon - Young Lord L... had surrendered to Cupid at last! Jones knew for a fact that it had been purchased by the Admiralty with a view to carrying out some very hush hush experiments!Definitely, Indian Island was news!From his pocket Mr. Justice Wargrave drew out a letter. The handwriting was practically illegible but words here and there stood out with unexpected clarity. Dearest Lawrence... such years since I heard anything of you... must come to Indian Island... the most enchanting place... so much to talk over... old days... communion with Nature... bask in sunshine... 12:40 from Paddington... meet you at Oakbridge... and his correspondent signed herself with a flourish his ever Constance Culmington.Mr. Justice Wargrave cast back in his mind to remember when exactly he had last seen Lady Constance Culmington. It must be seven - no, eightyears ago. She had then been going to Italy to bask in the sun and be at one with Nature and the contadini. Later, he had heard, she had proceeded to Syria where she proposed to bask in yet stronger sun and live at one with Nature and the bedouin.Constance Culmington, he reflected to himself, was exactly the sort of woman who would buy an island and surround herself with mystery! Nodding his head in gentle approval of his logic, Mr. Justice Wargrave allowed his head to nod... He slept...IIVera Claythorne, in a third-class carriage with five other travellers in it, leaned her head back and shut her eyes. How hot it was travelling by train today! It would be nice to get to the sea! Really a great piece of luck getting this job. When you wanted a holiday post it nearly always meant looking after a swarm of children - secretarial holiday posts were much more difficult to get. Even the agency hadn't held out much hope. And then the letter had come."I have received your name from the Skilled Women's Agency together with their recommendation. I understand they know you personally. I shall be glad to pay you the salary you ask and shall expect you to take up your duties on August 8th. The train is the 12:40 from Paddington and you will be met at Oakbridge station. I enclose five pound notes for expenses.Yours truly,Una Nancy Owen.And at the top was the stamped address Indian Island. Sticklehaven. Devon...Indian Island! Why, there had been nothing else in the papers lately! All sorts of hints and interesting rumours. Though probably that was mostly untrue. But the house had certainly been built by a millionaire and was said to be absolutely the last word in luxury.Vera Claythorne, tired by a recent strenuous term at school, thought to herself - "Being a games mistress in a third-class school isn't much of a catch... If only I could get a job at some decent school."And then, with a cold feeling round her heart, she thought: "But I'mlucky to have even this. After all, people don't like a Coroner's Inquest, even if the Coroner did acquit me of all blame!"He had even complimented her on her presence of mind and courage, she remembered. For an inquest it couldn't have gone better. And Mrs. Hamilton had been kindness itself to her - only Hugo - (but she wouldn't think of Hugo!)Suddenly, in spite of the heat in the carriage she shivered and wished she wasn't going to the sea. A picture rose clearly before her mind. Cyril's head, bobbing up and down, swimming to the rock... Up and down - up and down... And herself, swimming in easy practised strokes after him - cleaving her way through the water but knowing, only too surely, that she wouldn't be in time...The sea - its deep warm blue mornings spent lying out on the sands - Hugo - Hugo who had said he loved her...She must not think of Hugo...She opened her eyes and frowned across at the man opposite her. A tall man with a brown face, light eyes set rather close together and an arrogant almost cruel mouth.She thought to herself:"I bet he's been to some interesting parts of the world and seen some interesting things..."IIIPhilip Lombard, summing up the girl opposite in a mere flash of his quick moving eyes thought to himself:"Quite attractive - a bit schoolmistressy perhaps..."A cool customer, he should imagine - and one who could hold her own - in love or war. He'd rather like to take her on...He frowned. No, cut out all that kind of stuff. This was business. He'd got to keep his mind on the job.What exactly was up, he wondered? That little Jew had been damned mysterious."Take it or leave it, Captain Lombard."He had said thoughtfully:"A hundred guineas, eh?"He had said it in a casual way as though a hundred guineas was nothing to him. A hundred guineas when he was literally down to his last square meal! He had fancied, though, that the little Jew had not been deceived - that was the damnable part about Jews, you couldn't deceive them about money - they knew!He had said in the same casual tone:"And you can't give me any further information?"Mr. Isaac Morris had shaken his little bald head very positively. "No, Captain Lombard, the matter rests there. It is understood by my client that your reputation is that of a good man in a tight place. I am empowered to hand you one hundred guineas in return for which you will travel to Sticklehaven, Devon. The nearest station is Oakbridge, you will be met there and motored to Sticklehaven where a motor launch will convey you to Indian Island. There you will hold yourself at the disposal of my client."Lombard had said abruptly:"For how long?""Not longer than a week at most."Fingering his small moustache, Captain Lombard said:"You understand I can't undertake anything - illegal?"He had darted a very sharp glance at the other as he had spoken. There had been a very faint smile on the thick Semitic lips of Mr. Morris as he answered gravely:"If anything illegal is proposed, you will, of course, be at perfect liberty to withdraw."Damn the smooth little brute, he had smiled! It was as though he knew very well that in Lombard's past actions legality had not always been a sine qua non...Lombard's own lips parted in a grin.By Jove, he'd sailed pretty near the wind once or twice! But he'd always got away with it! There wasn't much he drew the line at really...No, there wasn't much he'd draw the line at. He fancied that he was going to enjoy himself at Indian Island...IVIn a non-smoking carriage Miss Emily Brent sat very upright as was her custom. She was sixty-five and she did not approve of lounging. Her father, a Colonel of the old school, had been particular about deportment.The present generation was shamelessly lax - in their carriage, and in every other way...Enveloped in an aura of righteousness and unyielding principles, Miss Brent sat in her crowded third-class carriage and triumphed over its discomfort and its heat. Every one made such a fuss over things nowadays! They wanted injections before they had teeth pulled - they took drugs if they couldn't sleep - they wanted easy chairs and cushions and the girls allowed their figures to slop about anyhow and lay about half naked on the beaches in summer.Miss Brent's lips set closely. She would like to make an example of certain people.She remembered last year's summer holiday. This year, however, it would be quite different. Indian Island...Mentally she reread the letter which she had already read so many times.Dear Miss Brent,I do hope you remember me? We were together at Bellhaven Guest House in August some years ago, and we seemed to have so much in common.I am starting a guest house of my own on an island off the coast of Devon.I think there is really an opening for a place where there is good plain cooking and a nice old-fashioned type of person. None of this nudity and gramophones half the night. I shall be very glad if you could see your way to spending your summer holiday on Indian Island - quite free - as my guest. Would early in August suit you? Perhaps the 8th.Yours sincerely.U.N. -What was the name? The signature was rather difficult to read. Emily Brent thought impatiently: "So many people write their signatures quiteillegibly."She let her mind run back over the people at Bellhaven. She had been there two summers running. There had been that nice middle-aged woman - Mrs. - Mrs. - now what was her name? - her father had been a Canon. And there had been a Miss Olton - Ormen - No, surely it was Oliver! Yes - Oliver.Indian Island! There had been things in the paper about Indian Island - something about a film star - or was it an American millionaire?Of course often those places went very cheap - islands didn't suit everybody. They thought the idea was romantic but when they came to live there they realized the disadvantages and were only too glad to sell. Emily Brent thought to herself: "I shall be getting a free holiday at any rate."With her income so much reduced and so many dividends not being paid, that was indeed something to take into consideration. If only she could remember a little more about Mrs. - or was it Miss - Oliver?VGeneral Macarthur looked out of the carriage window. The train was just coming into Exeter where he had to change. Damnable, these slow branch line trains! This place, Indian Island, was really no distance at all as the crow flies.He hadn't got it clear who this fellow Owen was. A friend of Spoof Leggard's, apparently - and of Johnny Dyer's.- One or two of your old cronies are coming - would like to have a talk over old times.Well, he'd enjoy a chat about old times. He'd had a fancy lately that fellows were rather lighting shy of him. All owing to that damned rumour! By God, it was pretty hard - nearly thirty years ago now! Armstrong had talked, he supposed. Damned young pup! What did he know about it? Oh, well, no good brooding about these things! One fancied things sometimes - fancied a fellow was looking at you queerly.This Indian Island now, he'd be interested to see it. A lot of gossip flying about. Looked as though there might be something in the rumour that the Admiralty or the War Office or the Air Force had got hold of it...Young Elmer Robson, the American millionaire, had actually built the place. Spent thousands on it, so it was said. Every mortal luxury... Exeter! And an hour to wait! And he didn't want to wait. He wanted to get on...VIDr. Armstrong was driving his Morris across Salisbury Plain. He was very tired... Success had its penalties. There had been a time when he had sat in his consulting room in Harley Street, correctly apparelled, surrounded with the most up-to-date appliances and the most luxurious furnishings and waited - waited through the empty days for his venture to succeed or fail...Well, it had succeeded! He'd been lucky! Lucky and skillful of course. He was a good man at his job - but that wasn't enough for success. You had to have luck as well. And he'd had it! An accurate diagnosis, a couple of grateful women patients - women with money and position - and word had got about. "You ought to try Armstrong - quite a young man - but so clever - Pam had been to all sorts of people for years and he put his finger on the trouble at once!" The ball had started rolling.And now Dr. Armstrong had definitely arrived. His days were full. He had little leisure. And so, on this August morning, he was glad that he was leaving London and going to be for some days on an island off the Devon coast. Not that it was exactly a holiday. The letter he had received had been rather vague in its terms, but there was nothing vague about the accompanying cheque. A whacking fee. These Owens must be rolling in money. Some little difficulty, it seemed, a husband who was worried about his wife's health and wanted a report on it without her being alarmed. She wouldn't hear of seeing a doctor. Her nerves -Nerves! The doctor's eyebrows went up. These women and their nerves! Well, it was good for business, after all. Half the women who consulted him had nothing the matter with them but boredom, but they wouldn't thank you for telling them so! And one could usually find something. "A slightly uncommon condition of the - some long word - nothing at all serious - but it just needs putting right. A simple treatment."Well, medicine was mostly faith-healing when it came to it. And he had agood manner - he could inspire hope and belief.Lucky that he'd managed to pull himself together in time after that business ten - no, fifteen years ago. It had been a near thing, that! He'd been going to pieces. The shock had pulled him together. He'd cut out drink altogether. By Jove, it had been a near thing though...With a devastating car-splitting blast on the horn an enormous Super Sports Dalmain car rushed past him at eighty miles an hour. Dr. Armstrong nearly went into the hedge. One of these young fools who tore round the country. He hated them. That had been a near shave, too. Damned young fool!VIITony Marston, roaring down into Mere, thought to himself:"The amount of cars crawling about the roads is frightful. Always something blocking your way. And they will drive in the middle of the road! Pretty hopeless driving in England, anyway... Not like France where you really could let out..."Should he stop here for a drink, or push on? Heaps of time! Only another hundred miles and a bit to go. He'd have a gin and gingerbeer. Fizzing hot day!This island place ought to be rather good fun - if the weather lasted. Who were these Owens, he wondered? Rich and stinking, probably. Badger was rather good at nosing people like that out. Of course, he had to, poor old chap, with no money of his own...Hope they'd do one well in drinks. Never knew with these fellows who'd made their money and weren't born to it. Pity that story about Gabrielle Turl having bought Indian Island wasn't true. He'd like to have been in with that film star crowd.Oh, well, he supposed there'd be a few girls there...Coming out of the Hotel, he stretched himself, yawned, looked up at the blue sky and climbed into the Dalmain.Several young women looked at him admiringly - his six feet of well-proportioned body, his crisp hair, tanned face, and intensely blue eyes.He let in the clutch with a roar and leapt up the narrow street. Old menand errand boys jumped for safety. The latter looked after the car admiringly.Anthony Marston proceeded on his triumphal progress.VIIIMr. Blore was in the slow train from Plymouth. There was only one other person in his carriage, an elderly seafaring gentleman with a bleary eye. At the present moment he had dropped off to sleep.Mr. Blore was writing carefully in a little notebook."That's the lot," he muttered to himself. "Emily Brent, Vera Claythorne, Dr. Armstrong, Anthony Marston, old Justice Wargrave, Philip Lombard, General Macarthur, C.M.G., D.S.O. Manservant and wife: Mr. and Mrs. Rogers."He closed the notebook and put it back in his pocket. He glanced over at the corner and the slumbering man."Had one over the eight." diagnosed Mr. Blore accurately. He went over things carefully and conscientiously in his mind."Job ought to be easy enough," he ruminated. "Don't see how I can slip up on it. Hope I look all right."He stood up and scrutinized himself anxiously in the glass. The face reflected there was of a slightly military cast with a moustache. There was very little expression in it. The eyes were grey and set rather close together."Might be a Major," said Mr. Blore. "No, I forgot. There's that old military gent. He'd spot me at once."South Africa," said Mr. Blore, "that's my line! None of these people have anything to do with South Africa, and I've just been reading that travel folder so I can talk about it all right."Fortunately there were all sorts and types of colonials. As a man of means from South Africa, Mr. Blore felt that he could enter into any society unchallenged.Indian Island. He remembered Indian Island as a boy... Smelly sort of rock covered with gulls - stood about a mile from the coast. It had got its name from its resemblance to a man's head - an American Indian profile. Funny idea to go and build a house on it! Awful in bad weather! Butmillionaires were full of whims!The old man in the corner woke up and said:"You can't never tell at sea - never!"Mr. Blore said soothingly, "That's right. You can't."The old man hiccuped twice and said plaintively:"There's a squall coming."Mr. Blore said:"No, no, mate, it's a lovely day."The old man said angrily:"There's a squall ahead. I can smell it.""Maybe you're right," said Mr. Blore pacifically.The train stopped at a station and the old fellow rose unsteadily. "Thish where I get out." He fumbled with the window. Mr. Blore helped him.The old man stood in the doorway. He raised a solemn hand and blinked his bleary eyes."Watch and pray," he said. "Watch and pray. The day of judgement is at hand."He collapsed through the doorway onto the platform. From a recumbent position he looked up at Mr. Blore and said with immense dignity:"I'm talking to you, young man. The day of judgement is very close at hand."Subsiding onto his seat Mr. Blore thought to himself:"He's nearer the day of judgement than I am!"But there, as it happens, he was wrong...。
中国文学名家与当代文学创作的关联与影响
中国文学名家的 文学风格
李白的豪放、杜甫的 沉郁、苏轼的豁达， 这些文学名家各具特 色的文学风格，影响 了后世文学创作。他 们的作品激发着当代 文学创作者对传统文 学的思考与继承。
李白的作品与影响
《将进酒》
表达了豪迈悲壮 的人生态度
对当代诗人 的影响
启发了诗人表达 真我情感的创作
《庐山谣》
描绘了大自然的 壮美景色
启发性深远
为当代文学提供 灵感
情节精致
错综复杂，扣人 心弦
《茶花女》
《茶花女》是一部探 讨爱情、社会阶层和 命运的经典小说，通 过精彩的故事情节和 主题表达引发人们的 思考。当代文学作家 在阅读中受到启发， 创作出更多优秀的作 品。
《茶花女》
爱情主题
深情悲剧的表现
人性命运
命运的不可预测 性
社会阶层
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第五章 当代文学创作的多样 性
青年文学创作
青年文学创作者通常 具有敏锐的社会观察 力和独特的表达方式。 他们关注当代社会热 点问题，探索年轻一 代的成长困境和情感 体验。青年文学创作 对于激发文学创新和 推动当代文学发展具 有重要作用。
女性文学创作
01 女性话题表达
探讨女性在作品中表现的特色与主题
当代文学作家的创新作品
01 《无人生还》
融合推理小说与中国古代传统文化元素
02 《城南旧事》
借鉴古典四大名著中的人物塑造手法
03 《倾城之恋》
将古典爱情题材与现代社会背景相结合
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第2章 中国文学名家对当代 文学创作的影响
张爱玲的影响
张爱玲作为中国文学 名家，对当代女性文 学创作产生了深远影 响。她独特的文学风 格和对情感的细腻描 写启发了许多当代作 家。张爱玲的作品中 融合了东西方文化元 素，为当代文学创作 提供了宝贵的借鉴。
心态话题作文素材(事实素材)ppt课件
李四光不信洋人信自己
在20世纪20年代之前，国际地质和地理学界长期流行一种观 点，认为中国内地没有第四纪冰川。李四光想：外国地质学 家并没有做过认真调查，凭什么说中国没有第四纪冰川？他 不信洋人，1921年，李四光亲自到河北太行山东麓进行地质 考察，1933到1934年又到长江中下游的庐山、九华山、天目 山、黄山进行考察，然后写出论文，论证华北和长江流域普 遍存在第四纪冰川。1939年，他又在世界地质学会发表《中 国震旦纪冰川》一文，用大量实证肯定中国冰川遗迹的存在， 这对地质学、地理学和人类学都是一大贡献。20世纪初，美 国美孚石油公司，曾在我国西部打井找油，结果毫无所获。 于是以美国布莱克威尔教授为首的一批西方学者，就断言中 国地下无油，中国是一个“贫油的国家”。年轻的地质学家 李四光偏偏不信这个邪：美孚的失败不能断定中国地下无油。 他说：我就不信，油，难道只生在西方的地下？在这种强烈 的自信心的支配下，他开始了30年的找油生涯。他运用地质 沉降理论，相继发现了大庆油田，大港油田，胜利油田，华 北油田，江汉油田。他当时还预见西北也有石油。今天正在 开发的新疆大油田，也完全证实了他的预言。 李四光靠自 信、自强彻底粉碎了“中国贫油论”。
自信话题作文素材（事实素材）
只要对自己不捻，充满自信心，就可能战胜困难而获得成功。 这是德国精神学专家林德曼用亲身实验证明了的。林德曼认 为，一个人只要对自己抱有信心，就能保持精神和肌体的健 康。当时，德国举国上下都关注着独舟横渡大西洋的悲壮冒 险，已经有一百多名勇士相继驾舟均遭失败，无人生还。林 德曼推断，这些遇难者首先不是从肉体上败下来的，主要是 死于精神崩溃、恐慌与绝望。为了验证自己的观点，他不顾 亲友的反对，亲自进行了实验。1900年7月，林德曼独自驾 着一叶小舟驶进了波涛汹涌的大西洋，他在进行一项历史上 从未有过的心理学实验，预备付出的代价是自己的生命。在 航行中，林德曼博士遇到难以想象的困难，多次濒临死亡， 他眼前甚至出现了幻觉，运动感觉也处于麻木状态，有时真 有绝望之感。但只要这个念头一升起，他马上就大声自责： 懦夫，你想重蹈覆辙，葬身此地吗？不，我一定能成功！终 于，他胜利渡过了大西洋
部编版八年级上册遵守规则PPT精品课件
（1）疫情防控期间，作为普通民众，我们应遵循哪些规则？ （2）这些规则是否是“限制”了我们的自由，为什么？
部编版八年级上册3.2遵守规则课件（ 共42张 PPT）
部编版八年级上册3.2遵守规则课件（ 共42张 PPT）
1、社会规则划定了自由的边界。
自由不是随心所欲，它受道德、纪律、法律等社会规则的约束。
我来说：我们要积极参与规 则的改进和完善，善于与他 人沟通交流、寻求共识，积 极为新规则的形成建言献策。
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1.社会规则划定 自由不是随心所欲，受道德、纪律、 了自由的边界 法律等社会规则的约束
2.社会规则是人们 违反规则、扰乱秩序的行为应当 享有自由的保障 受到相应的处罚
部编版八年级上册3.2遵守规则课件（ 共42张 PPT）
部编版八年级上册3.2遵守规则课件（ 共42张 PPT）
“漠视规则”必受惩罚：“动物伤人事件”屡禁不止， 反映了当前很多人漠视规则，后果不仅仅是受到相应的 处罚，还有可能是生命的无法挽回！！！
部编版八年级上册3.2遵守规则课件（ 共42张 PPT）
A 的道理。这个道理是（ ）
(1)原因(为什么)
(2)做法：善于与他人沟通交流、寻求 共识，积极为新规则的形成建言献策，
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1.人们建立规则的目的（ ）
①不是限制自由
②是保证每个人不越过自由的边界，促进社会有序运行
③是为了取消自由
④保障人们享有自由的权利
A.①②③④ B.①②③ C.②③④
D.①②④
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2．近年来，仍有一些人“不拘小节”，如：高铁“霸 座”，侮辱、殴打公交车驾驶人员等，上述事件中相关