Silence is unnatural to man．He begins life with a cry and ends it in stillness．In the【B1】he does all he can to make a noise in the world, and there are few things of which he stands in more fear than-of the【B1】of noise．Even his conversation is in great【B1】a desperate attempt to pr a dreadful silence．If he is introduced to a fellow mortal and a number of【B1】occur in the conversation, he regards himself as a【B1】, a worthless person, and is full of【B1】of the emptiest-headed chatterbox(唠叨多言的人)．He knows that ninety-nine percent of human conversation means no more than the buzzing of a fly,【B1】he longs to join in the buzz and to prove that he is a man and not a wax-work【B1】．The object of conversation is not, for the 【B1】part, to communicate ideas: it is to keep up the buzzing sound．Most buzzing,【B1】, is agreeable to the ear, and some of it is agreeable even to the【B1】．He would be a foolish man,【B1】, who waited until he had a wise【B1】to take part in the buzzing with his neighbors．Those who【B1】the weather as a conversational opening seem to be【B1】of the reason why human beings wish to talk．Very few human beings join in a conversation【B1】the hope of learning anything new．Some of them are【B1】if they are merely allowed to go on a noise into other people's ears,【B1】they have nothing to tell them except that they have seen a new play．At the end of an evening during which they have said nothing at immense【B1】, they justly pride themselves【B1】their success as conversationalists.
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