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2016年11月,在伦敦地铁上由电影女星艾玛·沃森发起的“丢书大战”在我国的北上广上演。“丢书大战”本是为了推广公众阅读,但在北上广地铁上被“丢”的书籍却屡屡遭遇尴尬。要么无人问津,要么被地铁保洁人员当作遗落物品收走。即使被捡起书来,认真阅读的人也寥寥无几。这一遭遇表明(    )

①主体对客体的认识具有主动性和选择性

②主体对客体的认识的真理性取决于主体本身

③不同主体对同一客体的认识具有同样的真理性

④主体对客体的认识受主客观条件的制约

A:①②

B:①④

C:②③

D:③④

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    Four days after Dad's 67th birthday, he had a heart attack. Luckily, he survived. But something inside him had died. His enthusiasm for life was gone. He refused to follow doctor's orders, and his sour attitude made everyone upset when they visited him. Dad was left alone.

    So I asked Dad to come to live with me on my small farm, hoping the fresh air would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated. Something had to be done.

    One day I read an article which said when given dogs, depressed patients would be better off. So I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. As soon as I got there, a pointer's eyes caught my attention. They watched me calmly.

A staff member said: “He got here two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.”

    I turned to the man in horror. “You mean you're going to kill him”

    “Ma'am,” he said gently. “We don't have room for every unclaimed dog.”

    The police's calm brown eyes awaited my decision. “I'll take him,” I said.

    I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. I was helping it out of the car when Dad walked onto the front porch. “Look what I got you!” I said excitedly.

Dad wrinkled his face. “I don't want it,” he muttered, turning back towards the house. Then, suddenly, the dog pulled free from my grasp. He sat down in front of my Dad.

    Dad's anger melted, and soon he was hugging the dog.

    This was the beginning of a warm friendship. Dad named the dog Cheyenne. Together they spent long hours walking down dusty lanes and relaxing on the banks of streams.

    Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne went on to make many friends. Then, late one night two years later, I felt Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing (搜寻) through my bed covers. He had never before come into my bedroom at night. I ran into my father's room and found that he had passed away.

    Two days later, my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. As I buried him near their favorite stream, I silently thanked the dog for restoring Dad's peace of mind.