The latest research suggests that the key factor separating geniuses from the merely accomplished is not I.Q., a generally bad predictor of success. Instead, it’s purposeful practice. Top performers spend more hours practising their craft. It you wanted to picture how a typical genius might develop, you’d take a girl who possessed a slightly above average language ability. It wouldn’t have to be a big talent, just enough so that she might gain some sense of distinction. Then you would want her to meet, say, a novelist, who coincidentally shared some similar qualities. Maybe the writer was from the same town, had the same family background, or shared the same birthday.

 This contact would give the girl a vision of her future self. It would hive her some idea of a fascinating circle who might someday join. It would also help if one of her parents died when she was 12, giving her a strong sense of insecurity and fuelling a desperate need for success. Armed with this ambition, she would read novels and life stories of writers without end. This would give her a primary knowledge of her field. She’s be able to see new writing in deeper ways and quickly understand its inner workings.

 Then she would practise writing. Her practice would be slow, painstaking and error-focused. By practising in this way, he delays the automatizing process. Her mind wants to turn conscious, newly learned skills into unconscious. Automatically performed skills. By practising slowly, by breaking skills down into tiny parts and repeating, she forces the brain to internalize a better pattern of performance. Then she would find an adviser who would provide a constant stream of feedback, viewing her performance form the outside, correcting the smallest errors, pushing her to take on tougher challenges. By now she is redoing problems—how do I get characters into a room—dozens and dozens of times. She is establishing habits of thought she can call upon in order to understand or solve future problems.

 The primary quality our young writer possesses is not some mysterious genius. It’s the ability to develop a purposeful, laborious and boring practice routine; the latest research takes some of the magic out of great achievement. But it underlines a fact that is often neglected. Public discussion is affected by genetics and what we’re “hard-wired” to do. And it’s true that genes play a role in our capabilities. But the brain is also very plastic. We construct ourselves through behaviour.

The passage mainly deals with________.

A. the function of I.Q. in cultivating a writer

B. the relationship between genius and success

C. the decisive factor in making a genius

D. the way of gaining some sense of distinction

By reading novels and writers’ stories, the girl could________.

A. come to understand the inner structure of writing

B. join a fascinating circle of writers someday

C. share with a novelist her likes and dislikes

D. learn from the living examples to establish a sense of security

In the girl’s long painstaking training process, ________.

 A. her adviser forms a primary challenging force to her success.

 B. her writing turns into an automatic pattern of performance

 C. she acquires the magic of some great achievement

 D. she comes to realize she is “hard-wired” to write

What can be concluded from the passage?

 A. A fuelling ambition plays a leading role in one’s success

 B. A responsible adviser is more important than the knowledge of writing.

 C. As to the growth of a genius, I.Q. Doesn’t matter, but just his|her effort.

 D. What really matters is what you do rather then who you are.

One sunny afternoon, a seven-year-old girl went for a walk. She crossed a large area of grassland into the woods    21  she realized that she was lost.
Sitting on a rock and   22  what to do, she began crying.  After a while. She  23  to walk along a wide path lined with tall trees and thick bushes.   24  it was getting dark, she saw a small, dark wooden house. She opened the door and   25 stepped in. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise, and she ran out the door and back to the   26 . Cold and tired, she fell asleep near a   27 .
The girl’s parents were out and her dog, Laddy, was at home. Laddy   28  that his mistrees（女主人）was in danger. He jumped   29  a window, breaking the glass. He looked in the fields. But he couldn’t find his mistress anywhere. However, from the ground came a   30 scent (气味) as he lowered his head. He  31  the scent and walked across the grassland. Barking   32  into the air, the dog   33  through the woods until he found the  34  . But the girl was not there, so he headed back to the woods. Much to his
  35 , he saw his mistress’ blue shirt in the distance. He   36 over some bushes and saw the little stream, where the girl was   37 .
When she opened her eyes and   38  her dog standing beside her, the girl said, “you
 39  me, Laddy,” and she kissed him several times. Seeing their daughter and dog coming back, the parents burst into tears of   40 That night Laddy had a heror’s supper: a huge meal of steak

Sometimes, people are required to fill in personal information when they register online, which may lead to some unexpected trouble. Recently, the BBC is reporting that a 17-year-old girl in Australia posted a(n) 【小题1】  of her grandmother at home counting a large sum of cash that she  【小题2】  hidden in the house. Just eight hours later, two armed men  【小题3】  the girl’s house. They demanded to speak to her to find out where the grandmother’s house was,   【小题4】  they could get the money they had seen.   【小题5】 , the girl was not home at the time, so the robbers 【小题6】 a small amount of cash from the mother and left.
Because the 【小题7】 is still under investigation(调查), local police aren’t saying 【小题8】 else about it. It’s not known yet whether the girl had used privacy setting on the Facebook profile page, and even whether the robbers 【小题9】 the girl in the past.
Two other 【小题10】 were at home then, a 58-year-old man and a 14-year-old boy, the girl’s father and brother. Luckily, no one was 【小题11】 . The robbers left peacefully after  【小题12】  that the girl was not home and that no one else there knew anything about the  【小题13】  that had appeared in the photo.
Police in both Britain and Australia are using the case to 【小题14】  citizens of the dangers of posting personal information on social networks and to suggest users of websites  【小题15】   doing so. The police say it is  【小题16】  that the girl posted a comment in the past that gave clues to the address,    【小题17】  that the robbers knew the girl in another way.    【小题18】  , they suggest, a posting by a friend on their site could have   【小题19】  such information. To find it, the robbers would only have had to search for those posting on other pages that  【小题20】  the girl’s name.

It was just getting dark. There was a touch of fog and I was on a lonely stretch of road.   36
I was going along cheerfully, thinking about the dinner I would eat when I got to Salistury.
I was going along   37 at about thirty-five miles an hour when suddenly I heard a scream, a  38 scream--- “ Help! ” I looked round, but the only   39 of life was a large, black, rather suspicious-looking car just   40  a bend in the road about a hundred yards away. That was where the cry had come from. I   41  speed and went after it. I think the driver saw what I was doing, for he did the same and began to draw   42  me. As I drew near, the girl’s voice came again, a lovely voice but trembling with   43  .
“Let me go, you coward; you’re hurting me. Oh ! Oh ! ”
I felt my   44  boil. The fog was coming down   45  now, and the countryside was lonelier. I had no  46 that the murderous guy in the car noticed this. Again came a cry.
“Drop that knife, you fool. Oh ! ” Then a cry and a groan（呻吟）.
If I was to save her, it was now or   47 . Perhaps even now I was too late. But if I couldn’t save the girl, I would at least try to bring the murderer to   48 . The car was only a couple of yards away now. I drove the bike right across its   49 , and its brakes screamed as the driver tried to pull it over and   50  into the ditch（沟）at the side of the road. The door of the car was pushed open angrily and a dark, evil-looking fellow stepped out .
“You fool!” he shouted as he came towards me with his fist raised to hit me. But I was   51   than he. I put all I could into   52  that would have knocked out Joe Louis. It   53  him right on the point of the chin; his  54  slowly bent under him, and he dropped to the ground without a sound. I rushed to the car,   55  open the door and looked inside. There was no girl there. Suddenly from the back of the car came a voice.
“You have been listening to a radio play, Murder in Hollywood, with Mae Garbo and Clark Taylor. The news will follow immediately . ”

I used to watch her from my kitchen window．She seemed so small as she struggled her way through the crowd of boys on the playground．The school was across the street from our home and I would often watch the kids as they played during break．I remember the first day I saw her playing basketball．I watched in wonder as she ran circles a- round the other kids．She managed to shoot jump shots just over their heads and into the net．The boys always tried to stop her but no one could．I began to notice her at other times, basketball in hand, playing alone．
One day I asked her why she practiced so much．Without a moment of hesitation she said, "I want to go to college．The only way I can go is to get a scholarship to save money for our family．I am going to play college basketball．I want to be the best．My Daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count．" Well, I had to give it to her ?she was determined．I watched her through those junior high years and into high school．Every week, she led her school team to victory．
One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, head in her arms．I walked up and sat down in the cool grass beside her．Quietly I asked what was wrong． "Oh, nothing," came a soft reply, "I am just too short．" The coach told her that she would probably never get to play for a top ranked team ?much less offered a scholarship —so she should stop dreaming about college．She was heartbroken and I felt my own throat tighten as I sensed her disappointment．I asked her if she had talked to Father about it yet．She told me that her father said those coaches were wrong．They just did not understand the power of a dream．He told her that if she truly wanted a scholar-ship, nothing could stop her except one thing —her own attitude．
The next year, as she and her team went to the Northern California Championship game, she was offered a scholarship and joined the college team．She was going to get the college education that she had dreamed of．
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The author was probably the girl's___      _．