胡敏讀故事記單詞新GRE核心詞匯 002 Turn the Key in the Ignition

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The abysmal academician's acarpous writing had accomplished little in achievements to date. He was left to accord the most abstract publications access to his accommodating abuse of the English language. The sort of publications one uses to abut doors open when abundant enough, serve no better purpose. His academic peers could neither acclimate to the lack of accountability in his published work nor offer any accolades to him. They would not let him accede to a tenured position in his department himself in eventually. He was abusive to a degree which only helped accelerate the accretion of venom between himself and his peers.

He'd once known acclaim for his acerbic wit, which cut through the acedia of modern society. But his wife would not accommodate the acerbity that was now leaving her husband's writing abstruse: he had sought a teaching position to satisfy the absurd need for security his wife considered accomplice in a successful marriage. And yet, there was accuracy in considering a teaching post accomplish abstinence from poverty (what must have seemed a certainty when one considers the abundance of writers whose only accoutre after a lifetime of toil, be insignificance). The fear of that fate would accost her husband, to the point of rendering him abstinent of the acclivity his potential had held up for him once. He now could only accompany his former potential with sordid episodes accommodating alcohol for company.

It could be accurate to say that his marriage was now but an accessory; he had come to acclimate to the accrete in tension between him and his wife. And to that was added the issues at work that could only but accentuate the pressure on his tender sensibilities (what had served him so well when consternation did accrue originality to his writing). And so it was he found himself one day unsure as to how to go beyond the failings he had done so well to accumulate. His nervous exhaustion had finally severed the reins on his creativity, rendering his writing accessible again to that voice which had provided him once with an original perspective. His situation had necessitated a change in his direction. A failed marriage and employers accusing him of misrepresenting talent, had provided him with a topic to rail against, in a society where like-minded individuals saw his latest work speak to their voiceless existence: millions, that saw him richer for it.