2016年10月1日新
第一篇文学：难度中等
文章大意：选自经典文学名著《简爱》，讲一个女的在别人家当governess，孩子叫Adele，孩子很乖，家长也挺好。但是narrator就是对现状不满，想要探索更多外面的世界。
难度分析：文字难度一般，比OG1的Akira难，和OG2的the professor难度差不多。但是小说一般都单词难，这次也不例外，像原文的prattle，选项的surreal相信很多学生都不清楚意思。
题目还原：
1. 主旨题：应选the narrator reflects her feelings。
2 .and3. 询证题：问the narrator怎么看她的学生Adele，应选unremarkable，对应原文的not the greatest, nor deficient。match。
4.目的题/观点题：问simplicity and prattle的意义，应选particular endearing。
5 and 6. 询证题：问作者对于自己herself的看法，应选unbiased，对应原文的I’m merely telling the truth。
8.细节题：Line57的rhetorical question “who blames me”有什么用，应选作者意识到了其他人可能会指责她这种dissatisfaction。
9. 词汇题：nature的意思，应选essential character。这个词在20年SAT阅读题库不知道考过多少次了!总是本质的意思。
Passage 1 Literature 小说类
文章选自《简爱》第十一章开头4段。
阅读原文还原：
The promise of a smooth career, which my first calm introduction to Thornfield Hall seemed to pledge, was not belied on a longer acquaintance with the place and its inmates. Mrs. Fairfax turned out to be what she appeared, a placid-tempered, kind-natured woman, of competent education and average intelligence. My pupil was a lively child, who had been spoilt and indulged, and therefore was sometimes wayward; but as she was committed entirely to my care, and no injudicious interference from any quarter ever thwarted my plans for her improvement, she soon forgot her little freaks, and became obedient and teachable. She had no great talents, no marked traits of character, no peculiar development of feeling or taste which raised her one inch above the ordinary level of childhood; but neither had she any deficiency or vice which sunk her below it. She made reasonable progress, entertained for me a vivacious, though perhaps not very profound, affection,and by her simplicity, gay prattle, and efforts to please, inspired me, in return, with a degree of attachment sufficient to make us both content in each other‘s society.
This, par parenthèse, will be thought cool language by persons who entertain solemn doctrines about the angelic nature of children, and the duty of those charged with their education to conceive for them an idolatrous devotion: but I am not writing to flatter parental egotism, to echo cant, or prop up humbug; I am merely telling the truth. I felt a conscientious solicitude for Adèle‘s welfare and progress, and a quiet liking for her little self: just as I cherished towards Mrs. Fairfax a thankfulness for her kindness, and a pleasure in her society proportionate to the tranquil regard she had for me, and the moderation of her mind and character.
Anybody may blame me who likes, when I add further, that, now and then, when I took a walk by myself in the grounds; when I went down to the gates and looked through them along the road; or when, while Adèle played with her nurse, and Mrs. Fairfax made jellies in the storeroom, I climbed the three staircases, raised the trap-door of the attic, and having reached the leads, looked out afar over sequestered field and hill, and along dim sky-line—that then I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen—that then I desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character, than was here within my reach. I valued what was good in Mrs. Fairfax, and what was good in Adèle; but I believed in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness, and what I believed in I wished to behold.
Who blames me? Many, no doubt; and I shall be called discontented. I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes. Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind‘s eye to dwell on whatever bright visions rose before it—and, certainly, they were many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement, which, while it swelled it in trouble, expanded it with life; and, best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was never ended—a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously; quickened with all of incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired and had not in my actual existence.
