I never want to go home and I put it off as long as I can. I always walk, whatever the weather. And when I have got rid of my re

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问题     I never want to go home and I put it off as long as I can. I always walk, whatever the weather. And when I have got rid of my restlessness and my tendency to brood, I let myself into the flat and I am in for the rest of the evening. I have something to eat and then I usually try to write. In that way I manage to get rid of the rest of the day.
    I encounter resistance in myself of course. That is only natural. I am quite young and I am aware that this is a dull life. Sometimes it seems like a physical effort to sit down at my desk and pull out the notebook. Sometimes I find myself heaving a sigh when I read through what I have already written. Sometimes the effort of putting pen to paper is so great that I literally feel a pain in my head, as if all the furniture of my mind were being rearranged, as if it were being lined up, being got ready for delivery to the storehouse. And yet when I start to write, all this heaviness vanishes, and I feel charged with a kind of electricity, not unpleasant in itself, but leading, inevitably, to greater restlessness.
    Fortunately, I am not a hysterical person. I am used to being on my own and sometimes I doubt whether I could endure a lot of excitement. I am famous for my control, which has seen me through many crises. By a supreme irony, my control is so great that these crises remain unknown to the rest of the world, and so I am thought to be unfeeling. If I ever suffer loneliness, it is because I have settled for the harsh destiny of dealing with these maters by myself.
    Sometimes I wish it were different. Sometimes I find myself lying awake in bed, wondering if this is to be my lot, if this solitude is to last for the rest of my days. Such thoughts sweep me to the edge of panic. For I want more, and I am in good health and have ample private means. I have few bad habits, apart from my sharp tone. I have no religion, but I observe certain rules of conduct with considerable piety. I feel quite deeply, I think. If I am not very careful, I shall grow into the most awful old battle-axe.
    That is why I write, and why I have to. When I feel swamped in my solitude and hidden by it, physically obscured by it, rendered invisible, in fact, writing is my way of piping up of reminding people that I am here. And when I have ordered my characters, plundered my store of images, removed from all the sadness that I might feel in myself, then I can switch on that current that allows me to write so easily, once I get started, and to make people laugh. That, it seems is what they like to do. And if I manage this well enough and beguile all the critics, they will fail to register my real message, which is a simple one. If my looks and my manner were of greater assistance to me, I could deliver this message in person. "Look at me," I would say, "Look at me. " But since I am on my own in this matter, I must use subterfuge and guile and with a bit of luck and good management this particular message will never be deciphered, and my reasons for delivering it in this manner remain obscure.
Why does the writer take her time going home?

选项 A、She enjoys the walk.
B、It’s her chance to get some fresh air.
C、It settles her down.
D、She is unhappy with her accommodation.

答案C

解析 细节题。答案在第一段第三句get rid of my restlessness and my tendency to brood是C项settle oneself down的同义替换,故选C。
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