There’s a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella. At first I couldn’t stand it, now I’m used to it.

I don’t know his name. I know he’s average in appearance, wears a gray suit, and has a common face. I met him five years ago one hot morning when I was sitting on a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park, reading the paper. Suddenly I felt something touch my head. It was the very same man who now, as I’m writing, keeps hitting me, mechanically (機械地) and impassively, with an umbrella.

On that occasion I turned around filled with anger. He just kept on hitting me. I asked him if he was crazy, he didn’t even seem to hear me. Then I threatened to call a policeman. Calmly, cool as a cucumber, he stuck with his task. After a few moments of hesitation, and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude, I stood up and hit him on the nose. The man fell down, but he immediately got back on his feet, obviously with great effort, and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella. His nose was bleeding and, at that moment, I felt sorry for him. I felt regret for having hit him so hard. After all, the man wasn’t exactly hitting me; he was merely tapping me lightly with his umbrella, not causing any pain at all. Of course, those taps were extremely bothersome. As we all know, when a fly lands on your forehead, you don’t feel any pain; what you feel is annoyance. Well then, that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.

Convinced that I was dealing with a madman, I tried to escape. But the man followed me, wordlessly continuing to hit me. So I began to run (I should point out that not many people run as fast as I do). He took off after me, trying to land a blow. The man was out of breath so that I thought, if I continued to force him to run at that speed, he would drop dead right then and there.

When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella, the author ________.

A. became angry

B. called the police

C. turned around and escaped

D. turned around and fought back

The author would most probably agree that the man was ________.

A. deaf          B. blind           C. dead           D. mad

The author felt sorry for the man because ________.

A. the man formed a bad habit of beating others

B. he hit the man so hard that his nose bled

C. the man couldn’t catch up with him

D. there was a fly on the man’s head

It can be learned from the passage that the man ________.

A. shouted loudly while hitting the author

B. wanted to tell the author something

C. ran after the author breathlessly

D. acted as if he were a fly

There's a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella.At first I couldn't stand it；now I'm used to it.

　　 I don't know his name.I know he's average in appearance，wears a gray suit，and has a common face.One hot morning，when I was sitting on a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park，reading the paper，suddenly I felt something touch my head.It was the very same man who now，as I'm writing，keeps striking me with an umbrella.

　　 On that occasion I turned around filled with anger.He just kept on hitting me.I asked him if he was crazy.He didn't even seem to hear me.Then I threatened to call a policeman.Calmly，cool as a cucumber，he stuck with his task.After a few moments of hesitation，and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude，I stood up and hit him on the nose.The man fell down.But he immediately got back on his feet，obviously with great effort，and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella.His nose was bleeding and，at that moment，I felt sorry for him.I felt regret for having hit him so hard.After all，the man wasn't exactly hitting me；he was merely tapping me lightly with his umbrella，not causing any pain at all.Of course，those taps were extremely bothersome.As we all know，when a fly lands on your forehead，you don't feel any pain；what you feel is annoyance.Well then，that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.

　　 Convinced that I was dealing with a madman，I tried to escape.But the man followed me，wordlessly continuing to hit me.So I began to run(I should point out many people run as fast as I do)．He took off after me，trying to land a blow.The man was out of breath so that I thought，if I continued to force him to run at that speed，he would drop dead right then and there.

1．When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella，the author________.

A．became angry

B．called the police

C．turned around and escaped

D．turned around and fought back

2．The author would most probably agree that the man was

________.

A．deaf 　　　　 B．blind

C．dead 　　　　 D．mad

3．The author felt sorry for the man because________.

A．the man formed a bad habit of beating others

B．he hit the man so hard that his nose bled

C．the man couldn't catch up with him

D．there was a fly on the man's head

4．It can be learned from the passage that the man ________.

A．shouted loudly while hitting the author

B．wanted to tell the author something

C．ran after the anthor breathlessly

D．a(chǎn)cted as if he were a fly

There’s a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella. At first I couldn’t stand it; now I’m used to it.
I don’t know his name. I know he’s ordinary in appearance, wears a gray suit and has a common face. One hot morning, when 1 was sitting on a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park, reading the paper, suddenly I felt something touch my head. It was the very same man who now, as I’m writing, keeps striking me with an umbrella.
So I turned around filled with anger. He just kept on hitting me. I asked him if he was crazy. He didn’t even seem to hear me. Then I threatened (威脅) to call a policeman. Calmly cool as a cucumber, he went on hitting me. After a few moments of hesitation (猶豫), and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude, I stood up and hit him on the nose. The man fell down. But he immediately got back on his feet, obviously with great effort, and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella. His nose was bleeding and, at that moment. I felt sorry for him I regretted having hit him so hard. After all, the man wasn’t exactly hitting me；he was only tapping me lightly with his umbrella, not causing any pain at all. Of course, those taps were extremely upsetting. As we all know, when a fly lands on your forehead, you don’t feel any pain；what you feel is annoyance (煩惱).  Well then, that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.
Believing that I was dealing with a madman, I tried to escape. But the man followed me, wordlessly continuing to hit me. So I began to run (I should point out that not many people run as fast as I do). He ran after me, trying to hit me. The man was out of breath so that I thought, if I continued to force him to run at that speed, he would drop dead right then and there.
64. When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella, the author_________
  A. became angry                  B. called the police
    C. turned around and escaped        D. turned around and fought back
65. The author would most probably agree that the man was________.
    A. deaf          B. blind         C. dead         D. mad
66. The author felt sorry for the man because _______.
   A. there was a fly on the man’s head     B. he hit the man so hard that his nose bled
 C. the man couldn’t catch up with him       D. the man formed a bad habit of beating others    
67. It can be learned from the passage that the man__________.
 A. shouted loudly while hitting the author  B. wanted to tell the author something
 C. ran after the author breathlessly        D. acted as if he were a fly

    There's a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella. At first I couldn't stand it；now I'm used to it.

    I don't know his name. I know he's average in appearance，wears a gray suit，and has a common face. One hot morning，when I was sitting on a tree­shaded bench in Palermo Park，reading the paper，suddenly I felt something touch my head. It was the very same man who now，as I'm writing，keeps striking me with an umbrella.

    On that occasion I turned around filled with anger. He just kept on hitting me. I asked him if he was crazy. He didn't even seem to hear me. Then I threatened to call a policeman. Calmly，cool as a cucumber，he stuck with his task. After a few moments of hesitation，and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude，I stood up and hit him on the nose. The man fell down. But he immediately got back on his feet，obviously with great effort，and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella. His nose was bleeding and，at that moment，I felt sorry for him. I felt regret for having hit him so hard. After all，the man wasn't exactly hitting me；he was merely tapping me lightly with his umbrella，not causing any pain at all. Of course，those taps were extremely bothersome. As we all know，when a fly lands on your forehead，you don't feel any pain；what you feel is annoyance. Well then，that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.

    Convinced that I was dealing with a madman，I tried to escape. But the man followed me，wordlessly continuing to hit me. So I began to run(I should point out many people run as fast as I do). He took off after me，trying to land a blow. The man was out of breath so that I thought，if I continued to force him to run at that speed，he would drop dead right then and there.

1.When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella, the author________.

    A. became angry                     B. called the police

    C. turned around and escaped            D. turned around and fought back

2.The author would most probably agree that the man was ________.

    A. deaf                             B. blind

    C. dead                             D. mad

3.The author felt sorry for the man because________.

    A. the man formed a bad habit of beating others

    B. he hit the man so hard that his nose bled

    C. the man couldn't catch up with him

    D. there was a fly on the man's head

4. It can be learned from the passage that the man ________.

    A. shouted loudly while hitting the author

    B. wanted to tell the author something

    C. ran after the author breathlessly

    D. acted as if he were a fly

    There’s a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella．At first I couldn’t stand it；now I'm used to it．

    I don’t know his name．I know he’s average in appearance，wears a gray suit．a(chǎn)nd has a common face one hot morning，when 1 was sitting off a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park，reading the paper，suddenly I felt something touch my head．It was the very same man who now，as I'm writing．keeps striking me with an umbrella．

    On that occasion I turned around filled with anger．He just kept on hitting me．I asked him if he was crazy．He didn’t even seem to hear me．Thell I threatened to call a policeman．Calmly．cool as a cucumber，he stuck with his task．After a few moments of hesitation，and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude，I stood up and hit him on the nose．The man fell down．But he immediately got back on his feet，obviously with great effort，and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella．His nose was bleeding and，at that moment．Ifelt sorry for him I felt regret for having hit him so hard．After all，the man wash’t exactly hitting me；he was merely tapping me lightly with his umbrella，not causing any pain at all．Of course．those taps were extremely bothersome．As we all know，when a fly lands on your forehead，you don’t feel any pain；what you feel is annoyance well then，that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time．

    Convinced that I was dewing with a madman．I tried to escape．But the man followed me，wordlessly continuing to hit me．So I began to run(I should point out that not many people run as fast asI do)．He took off after me．trying to land a blow．The man was out of breath so that I thought，if I continued to force him to run at that speed，he would drop dead fight then and there?

56．When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella，the author        

    A．became angry                        B．called the police

    C．turned around and escaped      D．turned around and fought back

57．The author would most probably agree that he man was           ．

    A．deaf          B．blind          C．dead         D．mad

58．The author felt sorry for the man because          ．

    A．the man formed a bad habit of beating others

    B．he hit I the marl so hard that his nose bled

    C．the man couldn’t  catch up with him

    D．there was a fly on the man’s head    

59．It can be learned from the passage that the man           ．

    A．shouted loudly while hitting the author

    B．wanted to tell the author something

    C．rail after the author breathlessly

    D．a(chǎn)cted as if he were a fly

There’s a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella. At first I couldn’t stand it, now I’m used to it.

I don’t know his name. I know he’s average in appearance, wears a gray suit, and has a common face. I met him five years ago one hot morning when I was sitting on a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park, reading the paper. Suddenly I felt something touch my head. It was the very same man who now, as I’m writing, keeps hitting me, mechanically (機械地) and impassively, with an umbrella.

On that occasion I turned around filled with anger. He just kept on hitting me. I asked him if he was crazy, he didn’t even seem to hear me. Then I threatened to call a policeman. Calmly, cool as a cucumber, he stuck with his task. After a few moments of hesitation, and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude, I stood up and hit him on the nose. The man fell down, but he immediately got back on his feet, obviously with great effort, and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella. His nose was bleeding and, at that moment, I felt sorry for him. I felt regret for having hit him so hard. After all, the man wasn’t exactly hitting me; he was merely tapping me lightly with his umbrella, not causing any pain at all. Of course, those taps were extremely bothersome. As we all know, when a fly lands on your forehead, you don’t feel any pain; what you feel is annoyance. Well then, that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.

Convinced that I was dealing with a madman, I tried to escape. But the man followed me, wordlessly continuing to hit me. So I began to run (I should point out that not many people run as fast as I do). He took off after me, trying to land a blow. The man was out of breath so that I thought, if I continued to force him to run at that speed, he would drop dead right then and there. 

1.When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella, the author ________.

   A. became angry

   B. called the police

   C. turned around and escaped

   D. turned around and fought back

2.The author would most probably agree that the man was ________.

   A. deaf          B. blind           C. dead           D. mad

3.The author felt sorry for the man because ________.

   A. the man formed a bad habit of beating others

   B. he hit the man so hard that his nose bled

   C. the man couldn’t catch up with him

   D. there was a fly on the man’s head

4.It can be learned from the passage that the man ________.

   A. shouted loudly while hitting the author

   B. wanted to tell the author something

   C. ran after the author breathlessly

   D. acted as if he were a fly

There’s a man in the habit of hitting me on the head with an umbrella. At first I couldn’t stand it; now I’m used to it.

I don’t know his name. I know he’s ordinary in appearance, wears a gray suit and has a common face. One hot morning, when 1 was sitting on a tree-shaded bench in Palermo Park, reading the paper, suddenly I felt something touch my head. It was the very same man who now, as I’m writing, keeps striking me with an umbrella.

So I turned around filled with anger. He just kept on hitting me. I asked him if he was crazy. He didn’t even seem to hear me. Then I threatened (威脅) to call a policeman. Calmly cool as a cucumber, he went on hitting me. After a few moments of hesitation (猶豫), and seeing that he was not about to change his attitude, I stood up and hit him on the nose. The man fell down. But he immediately got back on his feet, obviously with great effort, and without a word again began hitting me on the head with the umbrella. His nose was bleeding and, at that moment. I felt sorry for him I regretted having hit him so hard. After all, the man wasn’t exactly hitting me；he was only tapping me lightly with his umbrella, not causing any pain at all. Of course, those taps were extremely upsetting. As we all know, when a fly lands on your forehead, you don’t feel any pain；what you feel is annoyance (煩惱).  Well then, that umbrella was one huge fly that kept landing on my head time after time.

Believing that I was dealing with a madman, I tried to escape. But the man followed me, wordlessly continuing to hit me. So I began to run (I should point out that not many people run as fast as I do). He ran after me, trying to hit me. The man was out of breath so that I thought, if I continued to force him to run at that speed, he would drop dead right then and there.

64. When the man began to strike the author with an umbrella, the author_________

  A. became angry                  B. called the police

    C. turned around and escaped        D. turned around and fought back

65. The author would most probably agree that the man was________.

    A. deaf          B. blind         C. dead         D. mad

66. The author felt sorry for the man because _______.

   A. there was a fly on the man’s head      B. he hit the man so hard that his nose bled

 C. the man couldn’t catch up with him       D. the man formed a bad habit of beating others    

67. It can be learned from the passage that the man__________.

 A. shouted loudly while hitting the author   B. wanted to tell the author something

 C. ran after the author breathlessly         D. acted as if he were a fly

Mr. Black, there’s a man in _______ meeting room who says he has _______ news for you.

1. A.
   the; /
2. B.
   the; the
3. C.
   a; /
4. D.
   a; the

Mr. Black, there’s a man in _______ meeting room who says he has _______ news for you.