Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely __21__ me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company! It's beyond me. But in themain, I feel like a brown bag of __22__ propped against a wall. Against a wall in companywith other bags, white, red, and yellow: Pour out the contents, and there is discovered ajumble of small things priceless and worhless. A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits ofbroken glass, lengths of string, a koy to a door long since __23__ away, a rusty knife-bladc, oldshoes saved for a road that never was and never will be, a nail bent under the weight of thingstoo heavy for any nail, a dried flower or two still a linle 「ragrant. In your hand is the brownbag. On the ground before you is the jumble it held—so much like the jumble in the bags,could they be cmptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags retilled__  24__ altering the content of any grcatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. __25__ that is how the Great Stuller of Bags filled them in the first place-who knows?
【題組】21.
(A)antagonizes
(B) astonishes
(C) explodes
(D) corrupts