Lesson 1 How Others See Me
LP_Second_Quarter_Grade_7_English - baitang7
LP_Second_Quarter_Grade_7_English - baitang7
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One afternoon in the last busy week of January, Mr. Libre was looking over some<br />
old files in the Recorder‘s cubicle when all of a sudden he remembered that on that day<br />
the baby in the bottle was five years and seven months old. He thought no more about it<br />
but kept it in the back of his mind to tell his wife that night; she wanted to hear him talk<br />
about the baby. He went on checking the old files but when he was almost finished, his<br />
eyes hurt again and he had to go back to his desk.<br />
Mr. Libre was a clerk in the freight department of an import-export corporation<br />
and all day he had to sit behind a high desk and sort out receipts and record them. At<br />
was not a hard job but it kept him constantly busy because there were so many receipts<br />
and he was so very careful about his work, he seldom found time to leave his desk from<br />
eight-thirty to five o‘clock every day.<br />
He had been with the firm for nine years now and he knew his work well but still<br />
did not find it easy. It demanded so much concentration from him and there were days<br />
when it all seemed to be painfully hard but it only made him try even harder. May times<br />
he would have to focus his eyes on the pink, yellow and blue receipts and make an<br />
explicit act of the will to follow the items on them. Usually he would have to strain his<br />
eyes excessively so that often the muscles behind his eye sockets tightened and he<br />
would feel a smarting throb in his eyes. He would stop work at once and close his eyes<br />
as tightly as he could. The he would force a smile until his jaw hurt because, although<br />
that didn‘t ease the pain any, it always held back the tears. Tears always embarrasses<br />
him. They made him feel helpless.<br />
He did not rest his eyes long because there were many late receipts that he had<br />
to go through and he went back to work on them. But after a few minutes he grew<br />
restless with the papers and he wanted to go over to the window and get a breath of air.<br />
But the window was across the room and the assistant manager was talking to a typist<br />
only two or three feet away. He tried to sit still on his high chair. He shut his eyes and<br />
took a deep breath and continued to line up the figures on the record sheet but his<br />
fingers shook and the pencil point broke under his hand. He grew annoyed with himself<br />
for being upset over a little thing like that. He was sure his wife was not having an easy<br />
day either.<br />
Concentration always came hard to Mr. Libre because sometimes in the middle<br />
of the day he would find it impossible to keep his thoughts off the many unrelated little<br />
things that came into his mind. He would catch himself thinking of his wife eating lunch<br />
alone every day or the cardboard walls of their room that seemed to close in on them or<br />
perhaps the dead baby submerged in its bottle of green alcohol. He thought of his wife a<br />
lot but many times he thought of the baby, too.<br />
II<br />
During the first few months and on to the end of that first year, the bottle had<br />
seemed too small for the baby. It looked as though it needed a glass jar with a lid<br />
instead of that bottle with a wide mouth; it floated limply on the surface and slumped<br />
against the glass sides. But after a while the alcohol seeped through it and hardened it,<br />
and it sank stiffly to the bottom. Then little by little it blackened and shriveled up and it<br />
would neither float nor sink but bobbed up and down in its green world of alcohol and<br />
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