湖北省高三英语经典补课材料（8）The smell of old, dusty books reminds me of my father. A greedy(贪婪的) 36 , he had many books, most of which went unread. He owned books on 37 from medicine to history and to several sets of encyclopedias (百科全书). When I enter one of his 38 bookshops where he used to buy books, such as Powell's, I am 39 back to a time when the two of us were 40 . I saw him standing by a bookshelf, 41 through a medical magazine, or opening his wallet to pay for yet 42 book, knowing well that Mom would 43 him on "waste money on books and you will never 44 !" I can not hold back my smiling at his mixed feelings, and the impressive memories always strike me even today. Walking past rows and rows of books in our study, I remember 45 , after the cancer struck, he came less and less and read fewer and fewer books. They became just part of the 46 , collecting only dust and 47. Near the end, perhaps knowing he would never get to read them all, he gave almost all of the books away, 48 only a few. He treated them with an almost holy (神圣的) respect, 49 any crease (皱褶) or damage would destroy them totally. 50 was the man who would pay little attention to a huge coffee mark on a book, replaced by one who would burst into terrible 51 even at a small crease. I have read a few now after he died, and each time it 52 a hurt in my heart. But I suppose it is a kind of quest (追求), because if I can take on his eagerness for 53, his cheerful smile for happiness, and his willingness to help others, then like a match in the darkness, I will bring a little light into the world. And if that light 54 others, maybe it will spread far and wide, 55...
