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A.Theyhave a higher requirement for the objectivity of news than supporters do.
B.Theyhave a narrow understanding of what facts mean.
C.Theydoubt that news can be factual.
D.Theydon't believe in the validity of interpreted news.

参考答案B
解析: 本题的出题点在文章中人物的观点处。第三段提到,反对对新闻内容作出解释的人认为,新闻工作者应该仅仅报道事实,由此引发了“什么是事实以及仅仅有事实是否足够”的问题;第四段作者又指出,所谓的新闻事实其实本身就包含新闻工作者自己的判断,这些判断和那些解释新闻时进行的判断在本质上是一致的,由此推断,作者认为那些反对解释新闻的人的观点是十分狭隘的,所以B为正确答案。

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C.thebookstore                                
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