Critical Reading For Exams / Short Reading Comprehension 1

But in the main, I feel like a brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall. Against a wall in company with  other bags, white, red, and yellow. Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things: priceless  lengths of string, a key to a door long since crumbled away, a rusty knife-blade, old shoes saved for a road that  never was and never will be, a nail bent under the weight of things too heavy for any nail, a dried flower or two still  a little fragrant. In your hand is the brown bag. On the ground before you is the jumble it held—so much like the  jumble in the bags, could they be emptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags refilled without  altering the content of any greatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place—who knows?