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My father was a gruff man. I couldn’t remember the last time he had tenderly s

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问题   My father was a gruff man. I couldn’t remember the last time he had tenderly stroked my cheek, tousled my hair or used a term of endearment when calling my name. His diabetes had given him a short temper and he screamed a lot. I was envious when I saw other fathers plant gentle kisses on their daughters’ foreheads or impulsively give them a big bear hug. I knew that he loved me and that his love was deep. He just didn’t know how to express it.
  It was hard to say "I love you’ to someone who didn’t say it back. After so many disappointing times when I would flinch from his sharp rebuff I began to withdraw my own warm displays of affection. I stopped reaching out or hugging or kissing him. At first this act of self-restraint was conscious. Later it would become automatic, and finally it was ingrained. The love between us ran strong but silent.
  One rare evening out, when my mother had successfully coaxed my usually asocial father to join us for a night in the town, we were sitting in an elegant restaurant that boasted a small but lively band. When it struck up a familiar waltz tune, I glanced at my father. He suddenly appeared small and shrunken to me not powerful and intimidating as I had always perceived him.
  All the old hurts welled up inside but I decided to dare one last time.
  "Dad, You know I’ve never ever danced with you. Even when I was a little girl, I begged you, but you never wanted to! How about right now? " I waited for the usual brusque reply that would once again slice my heart into ribbons. But instead he considered me thoughtfully and then a surprising twinkle appeared in his eye." I have been remiss in my duties as a father then." he uncharacteristically joked. "Let’s hit the floor and I’ll show you just what kind of moves an old geezer like me still can make!"
  My father took me in his arms. Since earliest childhood I hadn’t been enfolded in his embrace. I felt overcome by emotion.
  As we danced, I looked up at my father intently but he avoided my gaze. His eyes swept the dance floor, the other diners and the members of the band. His scrutiny took in everyone and everything but me. I felt that he must already be regretting his decision to join me for a dance; he seemed uncomfortable being physically close to me.
  "Dad," I finally whispered tears in my eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to look at me?" At last his eyes dropped to my face and he studied me intently. "Because I love you so much", he whispered back. "Because I love you. " I was struck dumb by his response. It wasn’t what I had anticipated. But it was of course exactly what I needed to hear. His own eyes were misty and he was blinking.
  I had always known that he loved me, I just hadn’t understood that his vast emotion had frightened him and made him mute. His taciturn manner hid the deep emotions flowing inside. "I love you too, Dad" I whispered back softly. He stumbled over the next few words" I ... I’m sorry that I’m not demonstrative." Then he said "I’ve realized that I don’t show what I feel. My parents never hugged or kissed me and I guess I learned how not to from them. It’s... it’s.., hard for me. I’m probably too old to change my ways now but just know how much I love you." "Okay" I smiled.
  When the dance ended, I brought Dad back to Mom waiting at the table and excused myself to the ladies’ room. I was gone just a few minutes but during my absence everything changed.
  There were screams and shouts and scrapings of chairs as I made my way back across the room. I wondered what the commotion was all about. As I approached the table I saw it was all about Dad. He was slumped in his chair ashen gray. A doctor in the restaurant rushed over to handle the emergency and an ambulance was called but it was really all too late. He was gone. Instantly they said.
  What had suddenly made me after so many years of steeling myself against his constant rejection ask him to dance? What had made him accept? Where had those impulses come from? And why now?
  In the restaurant that night all I saw was his slumped body and ashen face surrounded by solemn diners and grim faced paramedics. But it’s a totally different scene that I remember now. I remember our waltz on the dance floor and his sudden urgent confession to me. I remember him saying "I love you" and my saying it back.
  And as I remember this scene somehow incongruously the words of an old Donna Summer song tap out a refrain in my mind: Last dance…, last chance…for love…
  It was indeed the first, last and only dance that I ever had with my father. What a blessing that we had the chance to say before it was too late, the three words that live on forever long after we are gone stretching into eternity.  [br] Which of the following is NOT true about the father?
选项 A、He was a bad-tempered man because of the disease he had suffered.
B、He was an asocial man with little idea of using body language.
C、He was an affectionate father who seldom joked.
D、He was a loving father without much warm demonstration of love.
答案 B
解析 细节题。文章第一段指出，His diabetes had given him a short temper and he screamed a lot．由此可知，父亲由于患有糖尿病而脾气暴躁，[A]符合文意，排除。第一段结尾处指出，I knew that he loved me and that his love was deep．He just didn’t know how to express it. 表明父亲虽然对女儿充满深切爱意，却没能向女儿表达，[D]符合文意，排除。此外，文章第五段当女儿鼓起勇气邀请父亲共舞时，对于父亲的描述为：… ne uncharacteristically joked．“Let’s…like me still can make!”说明开玩笑并非父亲的风格，[C]符合文意，排除。文章中第三段所提及父亲不善社交(asocial)，而关于父亲不知道如何使用body language(身体语言)则与文章内容不符。文章开头提到I couldn’t remember the last time he had tenderly stroked my cheek，tousled my hair…在第三段中提出由于数次遭到父亲的断然拒绝，我不再主动伸出双臂或拥抱他或亲吻他 (I stopped reaching out or hugging or kissing him)，只能说明父亲不愿意通过亲密的肢体语言表达对女儿的爱意，不能因此笼统地得出父亲不知道如何使用身体语言的结论，[B]不符合对父亲的描述，故为答案。
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