Aslick advert by the Melbourne tourist board shows pictures of it senviable schools

A.advertise或advertere

B.advertising

C.advertisement

D.advert

es for subnets 10.1.1.0/24, 10.1.2.0/24, and 10.1.3.0/24, with EIGRP integer metrics of roughly 1 million, 2 million, a nd 3 million, respectively. An engineer then adds the ip summary - address eigrp 1 10.1.0.0 255.255.0.0 command to interface Fa0/0.Which of the following is true？（）

A. R1 loses and then reestablishes neighborships with all neighbors.

B. R1 no longer advert ises 10.1.1.0/24 to neighbors connected to Fa0/0.

C. 1 advertises a 10.1.0.0/16 route out Fa0/0, with metric of around 3 million (largest metric of component subnets).

D. R1 advertises a 10.1.0.0/16 route out Fa0/0,with metric of around 2 million (med ian metric of component subnets).

el of the daydream. By picturing quite unusually happy and glamorous people whose success in either career or sexual terms, or both, is obvious, adverts construct an imaginary world in which the reader is able to make come true those desires which remain unsatisfied in his or her everyday life.

An advert for a science fiction magazine is unusually explicit about this. In addition to the primary use value of the magazine, the reader is promised access to a wonderful universe through the product-access to other mysterious and tantalizing worlds and epochs, the realms of the imagination. When studying advertising, it is therefore unreasonable to expect readers to decipher adverts as factual statements about reality. Most adverts are just too meager in informative content and too rich in emotional suggestive detail to be read literally. If people read them literally, they would soon be forced to realize their error when the glamorous promises held out by the adverts didn't materialize.

The average consumer is not surprised that his purchase of the commodity does not redeem the promise of the advertisement, for this is what he is used to in life: The individual's pursuit of happiness and success is usually in vain. But the fantasy is his to keep; in his dream world he enjoys a "future endlessly deferred" .

The Estivalia advert company is quite explicit about the fact that advertising shows us not reality, but a fantasy; it does so by openly admitting the daydream but in a way which insists on the existence of a bridge linking daydream to reality—Estivalia, which is "for daydream believers", those who refuse to give up trying to make the hazy ideal of natural beauty and harmony come true.

If adverts function on the daydream level, it clearly becomes inadequate to merely condemn advertising for channeling readers' attention and desires towards unrealistic, paradisiacal (天堂似的) nowhere land. Advertising certainly does that, but in order for people to find it relevant, the Utopia(乌托邦)visualized in adverts must be linked to our surrounding reality by a causal connection.

The people in adverts are in most cases______.

A．glamorous

B．arrogant

C．obvious

D．sexy

as a student, reluctantly released from the bosom of a tearful mum,with a traveling trunk stuffed full of home-made fruit cakes and woolly vests. I was ill-prepared for the Spartan standards of the South. Through even the grimmest post-war days, as kids we had ploughed our way through corner cuts of beef and steamed puddings. So you can imagine my dismay when I arrived, that first day, at my London digs to be faced with a plate of tuna-paste sandwiches and a thin slice of cake left curling under a tea-towel. And that was supposed to be Sunday lunch! When I eventually caught up with my extremely irritating landlady, I met with a vision of splendor more in keeping with the Royal Enclosure at the races than the area in which she lived. Festooned with jewels and furs and plastered with exclusive cosmetics, she was a walking advert for Bond Street. Now, we have a none too elegant but very apt phrase for this in the North of England, and it was the one my friend Arthur to describe London after three days there: "All fur coat and nothing underneath." Take our hotel. The reception area was plush and inviting, the lounge and dining-room pood enough to start Arthur speaking "properly". But journey upstairs from one landing to the next, at the veneers of civilization fell away before your eyes. By the time we reached our room, pretension to refinement and comfort had disappeared. The fur coat was off(back in the bands of the hire purchase company), and what we were really expected to put up with for a small fortune a night was exposed in all its shameful nakedness. It was little more than a garret, a shabby affair with patched and peeling walls. There was a stained sink with pipes that grumbled and muttered all night long and an assortment of furnishings that would have disgraced Her Majestys Prison Service. But the crowning glory was the view from the window. A peek behind the handsome facade of our fabled city. Rank gardens choked with rubbish, all the debris of life piled against the back door. It was a good job the window didnt open, because from it all arose the unmistakable odor of the abyss. Arthur, whose mum still polishes her back step and disinfects her dustbin once a week, slumped on to the bed in a sudden fit of depression. Never mind, I said, drawing the curtains. You can watch telly. This was one of the hotels luxuries, which in the newspaper ad had persuaded us we were going to spend the week in style. It turned out to be a yellowing plastic thing with a picture which rolled over and over like a floundering fish until you took your fist to it. But Arthur wasnt going to be consoled by any cheap technological gimmicks. He was sure his dad had forgotten to feed his pigeons and that his dogs were pining away for him. He grew horribly homesick. After a terrible night spent tossing and turning to a ceaseless cacophony of pipes and firedoors, traffic, drunks and low-flying aircraft, Arthur surfaced next day like a claustrophobic mole. London had got squarely on top of him. Seven million people had sat on him all night, breathed his air, generally fouled his living space, and come between him and that daily quota of privacy and peace which prevents us all from degenerating into mad axemen or reservoir poisoners. Arthur had to be got out of London for a while.

When the writer first came to the capital____.

A．he had been very reluctant to leave his mother

B．his mother had not wanted him to leave home

C．he had made no preparations for his journey south

D．he had sent his possessions on ahead in a trunk