胡敏读故事记单词打印版3

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His Latest Trick
The acrobat had become quite adept. So much that his latest trick could get no actuary to acquiesce in providing him insurance: there being no need for actuarial evidence to back the denial of any policy being written up. This latest trick was considered so dangerous that even the acrobat had to acknowledge he could very well die were he to perform it.
I had made his acquaintance over a decade before. He'd been an acoustic guitar playing acne-faced addict without an address. He suffered from an acute addiction to pain-killers(in addition to a special food additive which would addle his wits and leave his skin as hard as the shell of an acorn). I would acquit him of lasser crimes: I was a judge with enough acuity then to appreciate that the young man he was could be turned around.
I didn't want him to become one more addendum in newspaper obituaries. I was adamant he could be saved, ignoring the adage that"once bad, always bad." I believed he could adapt to a life without drugs. And he showed himself adaptable; his acquisitive intellect acquired the necessary skills to become a successful acrobat after his acquittal. But it would be an acrimonious process for him, when not having the adequate patience he'd lash out against his strict training regimen.
Even I, who kept close watch on his case, at times, doubted he could adhere. But he had the acumen to overcome. I could adduce him as an example when considering the fate of others. I'd acquaint him with a master acrobat whose name is just an acronym. This master acrobat had developed acrophobia and so could not continue in his profession. But he could pass on his knowledge, actuate in an acolyte the abilities needed to ba a successful acrobat.
But it took the humility to acquiesce, for any and all acrimony to finally dissipate. The young acrobat would achieve the acme of his master. And now in the awful acoustics of an old gymnasium, with acrid smoke billowing about—I ate peanuts whose acidulous aftertaste saw me throw away those that remained in their achromatic bag. I washed down the ascetic taste in my mouth with the beer I nearly spat out, seeing the acrobat fall some thirty feet.。