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book8unit2 book 1 unit 8 导读：就爱阅读网友为您分享以下“book 1 unit 8”资讯，希望对您有所帮助，感谢您对92的支持! Gender variables in friendship: Contradiction or not? When I think of my good friends, I see them in cinematic terms. The camerawork is entirely different for men and women. The “movie” memories I have of female friends are open and intimate. We are talking, interested in each other in a magnetic sort of way. They look straight into my eyes, sensitive to my feeling, listening to me with deliberate attention. In comparison, memories of male friends are in an entirely different film altogether. An action or adventure movie! Not much in the way of dialog. The ritual of motion, or the sequence of action, makes up for the deficiency of dialog and honest narrative. My mind retreats back to my earliest childhood friend, Donald. I was still living in Europe at the time, and near my house was an old German truck left abandoned after the war. No wheels. No windshield. No doors. But the steering wheel was intact. Donald and I continuously “flew” to America in that truck, our “airplane”. Even now, I remember our daily ritual as we flew along, across Europe, across the Atlantic, on a mission of mercy. We were innocent and inseparable, the deep security that comes between best friends. Naturally, not one word of our evident feelings for one another was ever uttered; it was all done in actions. Each day, as we were flying over the Atlantic, there inevitably came that wonderful moment: “Engine failure!” I?d shout into the microphone, “We?ll have to jump out.” “A-a-a-a-a-” Donald made sounds like a failing engine. Glancing at me, he?d say, “I can?t swim!” “Fear not! I?ll drag you to shore,” I?d bravely reply. And, with that, we?d both spill out of the truck onto the dusty street. I swam through the dust. Donald drowned in the dust, coughing, “Sharks!” he cried. But I always saved him. The next day, changing roles, the elaborate drama would repeat. “I can?t swim!” I?d say and Donald would sa