Sir,
Just over six months ago, I saw an advertisement in the Morning Mail for a set of the complete works of William Shakespeare. Your company, Cosmo books Ltd., offered this set (eight books of plays and two books of poetry) at what was claimed to be a ‘remarkable’ price: fifteen pounds and fifty pence, including postage and packing. I had wanted a set of Shakespeare’s plays and poems for some time, and these books, in red imitation leather, looked particularly attractive; so I sent for them.
Two weeks later, the books arrived, together with a set of the complete works of Charles Dickens which I had not ordered. So I returned the Dickens books to you, with a cheque for fifteen pounds and fifty pence for the works of Shakespeare. Two more weeks passed. Then there arrived on my door step a second set of the works of Shakespeare, the same set of novels by Dickens and a six book set of the plays of Moliere, in French. Since I do not read French, these were of no use to me at all. However, I could not afford to post all these books back to you, so I wrote to you at the end of August of last year, instructing you to come and collect all the books that I did not want, and asking you not to send any other books until further notice.
You did not reply to that letter. Instead you sent me a bill for forty two pounds, and a set of the plays of Schiller, in German. Since then, a new set of books has arrived every two weeks, the works of Goethe, the poems of Milton, the plays of Strindberg; I hardly know what I have. The books are still all in their boxes, in the garage, and my car has to stand in the rain outside.
I have no room for any more books, and even if I read from now until the Last Judgment, I should not finish reading all the books that you have sent me.
Please send no more books, send no more bills, send no more angry letters demanding payment. Just send one large lorry and take all the books away, leaving me only with the one set of the complete works of Shakespeare for which I have paid.
Yours faithfully,
SIMON WALKER
【小題1】Simon Walker wrote the letter to ________

A．show his anger to Cosmo Books Ltd..
B．complain about getting books he didn’t want.
C．a(chǎn)dvise readers not to order books from Cosmo Books Ltd..
D．urge for the final solution to the problem with the unwanted books.
【小題2】The advertisement that Mr. Walker saw in the Morning Mail was for ________
A．unlimited number of Cosmo Books.
B．a(chǎn) set of 10 books of the works of Shakespeare.
C．fifteen pounds and fifty pence.
D．a(chǎn) book containing all the plays and poems of Shakespeare.
【小題3】Mr. Walker answered the advertisement because ________
A．he wanted a set of Shakespeare’s works which was a good bargain
B．he claimed that the books were being offered at a remarkable price.
C．he had ordered the set and had been waiting for them to come for some time.
D．the set he already had was not particularly attractive.
【小題4】It can be inferred that _______
A．Cosmo Books have sent bills for books that they have not sent.
B．Mr. Walker took some action after receiving the books he did not order.
C．Mr. Walker hasn’t received the books that he ordered.
D．Several sets of books have been sent to Mr. Walker free of charge.
【小題5】The tone of the letter is that of _______
A．bitternessB．respectC．a(chǎn)nnoyanceD．humor


【小題1】D
【小題2】B
【小題3】A
【小題4】B
【小題5】C

解析試題分析：本文講了Simon Walker先生看到廣告，訂了莎士比亞的書，可沒有想到那家公司源源不斷地寄來一些其他的書，作者只好把書再郵回去。太多的賬單和太多的郵費(fèi)，使得Simon Walker先生很煩惱，他希望這家公司能找輛卡車把這些書都拉走，并且不要再郵書和賬單過來了。
【小題1】根據(jù)Please send no more books, send no more bills, send no more angry letters demanding payment. Just send one large lorry and take all the books away, leaving me only with the one set of the complete works of Shakespeare for which I have paid.
故選D。
【小題2】根據(jù)I saw an advertisement in the Morning Mail for a set of the complete works of William Shakespeare. Your company, Cosmo books Ltd., offered this set (eight books of plays and two books of poetry) at what was claimed to be a ‘remarkable’ price: fifteen pounds and fifty pence, including postage and packing.故選B。
【小題3】根據(jù)I had wanted a set of Shakespeare’s plays and poems for some time, and these books, in red imitation leather, looked particularly attractive; so I sent for them.可知答案為A。
【小題4】根據(jù)So I returned the Dickens books to you, with a cheque for fifteen pounds and fifty pence for the works of Shakespeare.可知Walker先生在收到他沒有訂購的書時(shí)，采取了一些措施，可知答案為 B。
【小題5】根據(jù)全文內(nèi)容以及Please send no more books, send no more bills, send no more angry letters demanding payment. Just send one large lorry and take all the books away, leaving me only with the one set of the complete works of Shakespeare for which I have paid.可知這封信的語調(diào)是很煩惱，答案為C。
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