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Sometime late last year I noticed I was having trouble sitting down to read. That’s a problem if you do what I do, but it’s an e

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问题     Sometime late last year I noticed I was having trouble sitting down to read. That’s a problem if you do what I do, but it’s an even bigger problem if you’re the kind of person I am. Since I discovered reading, I’ve always been surrounded by stacks of books. I read my way through camp, school, nights, weekends; when my girlfriend and I backpacked through Europe after college graduation, I had to buy a suitcase to accommodate the books I picked up along the way.
    In his 1967 memoir, "Stop-Time," Frank Conroy describes his initiation into literature as an adolescent on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. "I’d lie in bed... ," he writes, "and read one paperback after another until two or three in the morning... The real world dissolved and I was free to drift in fantasy." I know that boy: Growing up in the same neighborhood, I was that boy. And I have always read like that, although these days, I find myself driven by the idea that in their intimacy, the one-to-one attention they require, books are not tools to retreat from but rather to understand and interact with the world.
    So what happened? It isn’t a failure of desire so much as one of will. Or not will, exactly, but focus: the ability to still my mind long enough to inhabit someone else’s world, and to let that someone else inhabit mine. Reading is an act of contemplation, perhaps the only act in which we allow ourselves to merge with the consciousness of another human being. We possess the books we read, animating the waiting stillness of their language, but they possess us also, filling us with thoughts and observations, asking us to make them part of ourselves.
    Such a state is increasingly elusive in our over-networked culture, in which everything new is blogged and tweeted. Today, it seems it is not contemplation we seek but an odd sort of distraction masquerading as being in the know. Why? Because of the illusion that illumination is based on speed, that it is more important to react than to think, that we live in a culture in which something is attached to every bit of time.
    Here we have my reading problem in a nutshell, for books insist we take the opposite position, that we immerse, slow down. "After September 11," Mona Simpson wrote as part of a 2001 LA Weekly round-table on reading during wartime, "I didn’t read books for the news. Books, by their nature, are never new enough." By this, Simpson doesn’t mean she stopped reading; instead, at a moment when it felt as if time was on fast forward, she relied on books to pull back from the onslaught, to distance herself from the present as a way of reconnecting with a more elemental sense of who we are.
    Of course, the source of my distraction is somewhat different: not an event of great significance but the usual ongoing trivialities. I am too susceptible to the tumult of the culture, the sound and fury signifying nothing. What I’m struggling with is the encroachment of the buzz, the sense that there is something out there that merits my attention, when in fact it’s mostly just a series of disconnected riffs and fragments that add up to the anxiety of the age.
The author’s attitude towards internet culture is one of______.
选项 A、indifference
B、denial
C、anxiety
D、ambivalence
答案C
解析 属态度题。快速浏览全文，把握全文主旨，同时留意作者用词的褒贬，进而来判断作者对主题事物的态度。通读全篇会发觉作者对过于网络化的文化的担忧，而选择A或D的考生则是通过自己的常识想当然得出的答案，选项B过于绝对，不能对网络一巴掌打死。
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