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1Questions1.What is the meaning of “nada”? What is the writer’s intention of replacing many words in the prayers with “nada”? 2.Why does the writer not give the names of the characters? How can you distinguish the two waiters? 3.Why does this place have to be clean and well-lighted? What do cleanliness and brightness represent? 4.What is the writing style of the story? What is the theme of the story? Text Study: “A Clean, Well-lighted Place“ It was late and every one had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty; but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him. “Last week he tried to commit suicide,“ one waiter said.“Why?“ “He was in despair.““What about?““Nothing.“How do you know it was nothing?““He has plenty of money.“They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and a soldier went by in the street. The street light shone on the brass number on his collar. The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.“The guard will pick him up,“ one waiter said.“What does it matter if he gets what he's after?““He had better get off the street now. The guard will get him. They went by five minutes ago.“2The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to him.“What do you want?“The old man looked at him. “Another brandy,“ he said.“You'll be drunk,“ the waiter said. The old man looked at him. The waiter went away.“He'll stay all night,“ he said to his colleague. “I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last week.“The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man's table. He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.“You should have killed yourself last week,“ he said to the deaf man. The old man motioned with his finger.“A little more,“ he said. The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile. “Thank you,“ the old man said. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again.“He's drunk now,“ he said.“He's drunk every night.““What did he want to kill himself for?““How should I know.““How did he do it?““He hung himself with a rope.““Who cut him down?““His niece.““Why did he do it?““For his soul.““How much money has he got?““He's got plenty.“3“He must be eighty years old.““Anyway I should say he was eighty.““I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o'clock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?““He stays up because he likes it.““He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.““He had a wife once too.““A wife would be no good to him now.““You can't tell. He might be better with a wife.““His niece looks after him.““I know. You said she cut him down.““I wouldn't want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.““Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him.““I don't want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work.“The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.“Another brandy,“ he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over.“Finished,“ he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. “No more tonight. Close now.““Another,“ said the old man.“No. Finished.“ The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity,. “Why didn't you let him stay and drink?“ the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. “It is not half-past two.“4“I want to go home to bed.““What is an hour?““More to me than to him.““An hour is the same.““You talk like an old man yourself. He can buy a bottle and drink at home.““It's not the same.““No, it is not,“ agreed the waiter with a wife. He did not wish to be unjust. He was only in a hurry.“And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?““Are you trying to insult me?““No, hombre, only to make a joke.““No,“ the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from putting o。