Your composition is supposed to be a critical response to the article 'you,U find below. Read carefully and try to understand the conflicting ideas described there and then, you will be asked to discuss the issue involved in the argument With your composition, you are asked to explain what (and why) you would choose to do in a same situation, if you were driving very late at night.Please note that your composition will be graded based on content， organization, grammar, diction, and mechanics.The "intellectualism" of the French is found at every level of society, The cafe waiter, the taxicab driver, the restaurateur, the so-called "little people" of France are the most stimulating, if frequently exasperating, conversationalist in the world, Of then all, the most anarchistic and voluble is the taxicab driver, I deliberately provoke arguments with them-an easy thing to do— to. see what they will say next. OF the hundreds of discussions in cabs one remains in my memory as uniquely, superbly French. It could not have occurred in any other country, except possibly in Brooklyn, Where there exists a species of man akin in spirit if not in actual form to the French.It was midnight in Paris 这nd we were rolling along the Qpai d'Orsay toward the Avenue Bosquet, where I live, on the left bank of the river Seine. As we came to the Pont Alexandre III, the cab slowed down, for the traffic light was red against us, and then, without stopping, vve sailed through the red light in a sudden burst of speed. The same performance was repeated at the Alma Bridge. As I paid the driver，I asked him why he had driven • through two red lights."You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a veteran like you, breaking the law and endangering your life that way," I protested.He looked at me, astonished. "Ashamed of myself? Why, Vm proud of myself. I'm a law-abiding citizen and have no desire to get killed either." He cut me off before I could protest."No, just listen to me before you complain. What did I do?Went through a red light. Well, did you ever stop to consider what a red light is, what it means?""Certainly," I replied. " It's a stop signal and means that traffic is rolling in the opposite direction.""Halp-right," said the driver, "but incomplete. It is only an automatic stop signal. And it 4oes not mean that there is cross traffic. Did you see any cross traffic during our trip? Of course not. I slowed down at the light, looked carefully to the right and to the left. Not another car on the street at this hour. Well, then!What would you have me do? Should I stop like a dumb animal because an automatic, brainless machine turns red every forty seconds? No, sir," he thundered, hitting the door jartib with a huge fist. "I am a man, not a machine* I have eyes and a brain 'and judgment, given me by God* It would be a sin against natureto surrender them to the dictates of a machine. Ashamed of myself, you Say? I Would only be ashaxped of myself if I let those blinking lamps 4o my thinking for me. Good night, sir."Is this bad, is this good? Frankly」I no longer 这m sure. The :intellectual originality ； of . the' French is a corrupting influence if you 这re subjected to it for. long. I never doubted that it was wrong to drive through a i^ed light. After more than a decade of life in Paris, however, \ find my old： Anglo-Saxon standards somehow shaken* I still think it is wrong to drive through a stop signal, except possibly very late at night,虹ter having carefully checked ' to make sui^ there is no cross traffic. After all, I am a man, not a machine.