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1、Tuesdays with MorrieAn old man, a young man and lifes greatest lessonBy Mitch Albom MITCH ALBOM is the author of six previous books. A nationally syndicated columnist for the Detroit Free Press and a nationally syndicated radio host for ABC and WJR-AM, Albom has, for more than a decade, been named t
2、op sports columnist in the nation by the Sports Editors of America, the highest honor in the field. A panelist on ESPNs Sports Reporters, Albom also regularly serves as a commentator（评论员）for that network. He serves on numerous charitable boards and has founded two charities in metropolitan Detroit:
3、The Dream Fund, which helps underprivileged（贫困的）youth study the arts, and A Time to Help, a monthly volunteer program. He lives with his wife, Janine, in Michigan.Tuesdays with Morrie has been published in thirty-one languages in thirty-six countries.The Curriculum The last class of my old professor
4、s life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus（木槿）plant shed its pink leaves. The class met on Tuesdays. It began after breakfast. The subject was The Meaning of Life. It was taught from experience.No grades were given, but there were oral
5、exams each week. You were expected to respond to questions, and you were expected to pose questions of your own. You were also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professors head to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Ki
6、ssing him good-bye earned you extra credit.No books were required, yet many topics were covered, including love, work, community, family, aging, forgiveness, and, finally, death. The last lecture was brief, only a few words.A funeral was held in lieu of （代替）graduation.Although no final exam was give
7、n, you were expected to produce one long paper on what was learned. That paper is presented here.The last class of my old professors life had only one student.I was the studentIt is the late spring of 1979, a hot, sticky Saturday afternoon. Hundreds of us sit together, side by side, in rows of woode
8、n folding chairs on the main campus lawn. We wear blue nylon robes. We listen impatiently to long speeches. When the ceremony is over, we throw our caps in the air, and we are officially graduated from college, the senior class of Brandeis University in the city of Waltham, Massachusetts. For many o
9、f us, the curtain has just come down on childhood.Afterward, I find Morrie Schwartz, my favorite professor, and introduce him to my parents. He is a small man who takes small steps, as if a strong wind could, at any time, whisk（迅速移动） him up into the clouds. In his graduation day robe, he looks like
10、a cross between a biblical （神圣的）prophet（先知） and a Christmas elf（精灵）. He has sparkling blue-green eyes, thinning silver hair that spills onto his forehead, big ears, a triangular nose, and tufts（一簇）of graying eyebrows. Although his teeth are crooked and his lower ones are slanted backas if someone ha
11、d once punched them inwhen he smiles its as if youd just told him the first joke on earth.He tells my parents how I took every class he taught. He tells them, You have a special boy here. Embarrassed, I look at my feet. Before we leave, I hand my professor a present, a tan（棕褐色）briefcase with his ini
12、tials on the front. I bought this the day before at a shopping mall. I didnt want to forget him. Maybe I didnt want him to forget me.Mitch, you are one of the good ones, he says, admiring the briefcase. Then he hugs me. I feel his thin arms around my back. I am taller than he is, and when he holds m
13、e, I feel awkward, older, as if I were the parent and he were the child.He asks if I will stay in touch, and without hesitation I say, Of course.When he steps back, I see that he is crying.The Syllabus His death sentence came in the summer of 1994. Looking back, Morrie knew something bad was coming
14、long before that. He knew it the day he gave up dancing.He had always been a dancer, my old professor. The music didnt matter. Rock and roll, big band, the blues. He loved them all. He would close his eyes and with a blissful（有福的）smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm. It wasnt always pretty
15、. But then, he didnt worry about a partner. Morrie danced by himself.He used to go to this church in Harvard Square every Wednesday night for something called Dance Free. They had flashing lights and booming speakers and Morrie would wander in among the mostly student crowd, wearing a white T-shirt
16、and black sweatpants and a towel around his neck, and whatever music was playing, thats the music to which he danced. Hed do the Lindy to Jimi Hendrix. He twisted and twirled（旋转）, he waved his arms like a conductor on amphetamines（安非他明）, until sweat was dripping down the middle of his back. No one there knew he was a prominent doctor of sociology, with years of experience as a college professo
