NowandagainIhavehadhorribledreams,butnotenoughofthemtomakemelosemydelightindreams.Tobeginwith,Iliketheideaofdreaming,ofgoingtobedandlyingstillandthen,bysomequeermagic,wanderingintoanotherkindofexistence.AsachildIcouldneverunderstandwhygrown-upstookdreamingsocalmlywhentheycouldmakesuchafussaboutanyholiday.Thisstillpuzzlesme.Iammystifiedbypeoplewhosaytheyneverdreamandappeartohavenointerestinthesubject.Itismuchmoreastonishingthaniftheysaidtheyneverwentoutforawalk.MostpeopleoratleastmoreWesternEuropeansdonotseemtoacceptdreamingaspartoftheirlives.Theyappeartoseeitasanirritatinglittlehabit,likesneezingoryawning. Ihaveneverunderstoodthis.Mydreamlifedoesnotseemasimportantasmywakinglife,ifonlybecausethereisfarlessofit,buttomeitisimportant.Asiftherewereatleasttwoextracontinentsaddedtotheworld,andlightningexcursionsrunningtothematanymomentbetweenmidnightandbreakfast.Thenagain,thedreamlife,thoughqueerandconfusingandunsatisfactoryinmanyrespects,hasitsownadvantages.Thedeadarethere,smilingandtalking.Thepartisthere,sometimesallbrokenandconfusedbutoccasionallyasfreshasadaisy.Andperhaps,asMr.Dunnetellsus,thefutureistheretoo,winkingatus.Thisdreamlifeisoftenovershadowedbyhugemysteriousanxieties,withluggagethatcannotbepackedandtrainsthatrefusetobecaught;andbothpersonsandscenestherearenotasdependableandsolidastheyareinwakinglife,sothatBrownandSmithmergeintoonepersonwhileRobinsonsplitsintotwo,andtherearethickwoodsoutsidethebathroomdoorandthediningroomissomehowpartofatheaterbalcony;andtherearemomentsoflonelinessorterrorinthedreamworldthatareworsethananythingwehaveknownunderthesun.Yetthisotherlifehasitsinterests,itshappiness,itssatisfactions,andatcertainrareintervals,aserenegloworasuddenjoy,likeglimpsesofanotherformofexistencealtogether,thatwecannotmatchwithopeneyes.Sillyorwise,terribleorexcellent,itisafurtherhelpingofexperience,abonusafterdark,anothersliceoflifecutdifferently,forwhich,itseemstome,weareneversufficientlygrateful.Onlyadream!Whyonly?Itwasthereandyouhadit. "Ifthereweredreamstosell,"Beddoesinquires,"Whatwouldyoupay?"Icannotsayoffhand,butcertainlythepricewouldberathermorethanIcouldafford. whentheauthorwasyoung,hethoughtthat____________.
A.by dreaming people could live a better life indeed B.he was puzzled by the mysterious quality of dreams C.it was astonishing that adults loved holidays so much D.it was a pity that adults could not enjoy dreams正确答案D
