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Man is one of a number of animals that make things, but man is the only one that depends for its very survival on the things he has made. That simple observation is the starting point for an ambitious history programmed that the BBC will begin broadcasting in which it aims to tell a history of the world through 100 objects in the British Museum (BM). A joint venture four years in the making between the BM and the BBC, the series features 100 15 minute radio broadcasts, a separate 13 episodes in which children visit the museum at night and try to unlock its mysteries, a BBC World Service package of tailored omnibus editions for broadcasting around the world and an interactive digital programmed involving 350 museums in Britain which will be available free over the Internet.
The presenter is Neil MacGregor, the BM’s director, who has moved from the study of art to the contemplation of things. "Objects take you into the thought world of the past," he says. "When you think about the skills required to make something you begin to think about the brain that made it. " From the first moment this series is radio at its best: inventive, clever, and yet always light on its feet.
In the mid-17th century Archbishop James Usher, an Irish prelate and scholar, totted up the lifespan of all the prophets mentioned in the Old Testament and concluded that the world had been created on the night preceding October 23rd 4004 B.C. Mr. Macgregor, a more modern historian, begins nearly 1.8m years before that with the Swiss Army knife of the stone age, a hand axe found by Louis Leakey at Moldavia Gorge in Tanzania in the 1930s.
Discovering how to chip stones to make a tool that would cut flesh was the moment man learned to be an opportunist. Once invented, the hand axe would hardly change over lm years. It became a passport to the world, and was carried from east Africa to Libya, Israel, India, Korea and even to a gravel pit near Heathrow airport where one was buried 600,000 years ago.
Mr. Macgregor is less interested in advertising the marvels of the 250-year-old universal museum he heads than in considering who made the objects he discusses. That involves drawing together evidence of how connected seemingly disparate societies have always been and rebalancing the histories of the literate and the non-literate. "Victors write history; the defeated make things," he says. This is an especially important distinction when considering Africa. The great "Encyclopedia Britannica" of 1911 assumed that Africa had no history because it had no written history. The statues of black pharaohs that Mr. Macgregor discusses in an early programme, for example, are the best visual evidence that a Nubian tribe once seized control of ancient Egypt and that Africans ruled over the Nile for more than a century.
The BM’s curators spent two years choosing the objects Mr. MacGregor examines. In particular, they sought out things that would help him draw out universal themes. Periclean Athens and Achaemenid Iran existed at more-or-less the same time, between 500 BC and 450 BC. By examining objects from each place, Mr. MacGregor is able to compare two different ways of constructing a highly efficient state and nimbly reassesses Athens in the context of the Persia it was fighting.
The importance of trade is another theme. Silver pieces of eight were a passport to trade, and, as the first object of a global economy, a key step in the history of money. Minted in South America from the end of the 15th century, they crossed both the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. So widely were these silver coins used that interruptions in the production of silver in Mexico and Peru had a severe knock-on effect. In Europe silver shortages led to a sudden massive expansion of the money supply and the hyperinflation of the mid-17th century.
Mr. Macgregor also uses coins, the simplest common sign of a centralized rule, to explore the personification of power as well as the history of money and of trade. In the Middle East the head of the Byzantine emperor was stamped on coins for several centuries. But in the early 690s, for example, Umayyad diners from Damascus suddenly switched from displaying heads of rulers to showing the Shahabad, the declaration of belief in the oneness of Allah. It was the first time political power, as represented by coinage, was connected to a set of unchanging universal ideas rather than a person.
Of the 100 objects, only one has not been selected yet. Mr. Macgregor is waiting until the last possible moment to pick out the best symbol of our own time.
All the following themes are mentioned EXCEPT

[A] the regime.
B. the history of trade.
C. the monetary history.
D. the battle against slavery.
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单项选择题What is the theme of the story [A] Bitter memory of the eccentric father. [B] Love between the father and the daughter. [C] Generation gap between the father and the daughter. [D] How to express love to people you love

All the old hurts welled up inside but I decided to dare one last time.
"Dad, You know I’ve never ever danced with you. Even when I was a little girl, I begged you, but you never wanted to! How about right now " I waited for the usual brusque reply that would once again slice my heart into ribbons. But instead he considered me thoughtfully and then a surprising twinkle appeared in his eye." I have been remiss in my duties as a father then." he uncharacteristically joked. "Let’s hit the floor and I’ll show you just what kind of moves an old geezer like me still can make!"
My father took me in his arms. Since earliest childhood I hadn’t been enfolded in his embrace. I felt overcome by emotion.As we danced, I looked up at my father intently but he avoided my gaze. His eyes swept the dance floor, the other diners and the members of the band. His scrutiny took in everyone and everything but me. I felt that he must already be regretting his decision to join me for a dance; he seemed uncomfortable being physically close to me.
"Dad," I finally whispered tears in my eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to look at me" At last his eyes dropped to my face and he studied me intently. "Because I love you so much", he whispered back. "Because I love you. " I was struck dumb by his response. It wasn’t what I had anticipated. But it was of course exactly what I needed to hear. His own eyes were misty and he was blinking.
I had always known that he loved me, I just hadn’t understood that his vast emotion had frightened him and made him mute. His taciturn manner hid the deep emotions flowing inside. "I love you too, Dad" I whispered back softly. He stumbled over the next few words" I ... I’m sorry that I’m not demonstrative." Then he said "I’ve realized that I don’t show what I feel. My parents never hugged or kissed me and I guess I learned how not to from them. It’s... it’s.., hard for me. I’m probably too old to change my ways now but just know how much I love you." "Okay" I smiled.
When the dance ended, I brought Dad back to Mom waiting at the table and excused myself to the ladies’ room. I was gone just a few minutes but during my absence everything changed.
There were screams and shouts and scrapings of chairs as I made my way back across the room. I wondered what the commotion was all about. As I approached the table I saw it was all about Dad. He was slumped in his chair ashen gray. A doctor in the restaurant rushed over to handle the emergency and an ambulance was called but it was really all too late. He was gone. Instantly they said.
What had suddenly made me after so many years of steeling myself against his constant rejection ask him to dance What had made him accept Where had those impulses come from And why now
In the restaurant that night all I saw was his slumped body and ashen face surrounded by solemn diners and grim faced paramedics. But it’s a totally different scene that I remember now. I remember our waltz on the dance floor and his sudden urgent confession to me. I remember him saying "I love you" and my saying it back.And as I remember this scene somehow incongruously the words of an old Donna Summer song tap out a refrain in my mind: Last dance…, last chance…for love…
It was indeed the first, last and only dance that I ever had with my father. What a blessing that we had the chance to say before it was too late, the three words that live on forever long after we are gone stretching into eternity.