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Unit 7The ChaserJohn Henry Collier1 Alan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creakystairsin the neighbo rhoodof Pell Street, and peeredabout for a long time on the dim hallway beforehe found the name he wantedwritten obscure ly on one of the doors.2 He pushedopen this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contain ed no furnitu re but a plain kitchen table, a rocking-chair, and an ordinar y chair. On one of the dirty buff-coloure d walls were a coupleof shelves, contain ing in all perhaps a dozen bottles and jars.3 An old man sat in the rocking-chair, reading a newspap er. Alan, without a word, handedhim the card he had been given. “Sit down, Mr. Auste n,” said the old man very politel y. “I am glad to make your acquain tance.”4 “Is it true,” asked Alan, “that you have a certain mixture that has … er … quite extraor dinary effects?”5 “My dear sir,” replied the old man, “my stock in trade is not very large —I don’t deal in laxativ es and teethin g mixture s — but such as it is, it is varied. I think nothing I sell has effects which could be precise ly describ ed as ordinar y.”6 “Well, the fact is …” began Alan.7 “Here, for exa mple,” interru pted the old man, reachin g for a bottlefrom the shelf. “Here is a liquidas colourl ess as water, almosttastele ss, quite imperce ptible in coffee, wine, or any other beverag e. It is also quite imperce ptible to any known methodof autopsy.”8 “Do you mean it is a poison?” cried Alan, very much horrifi ed.9 “Call it a glove-cleaner if you like,” said the old man indiffe rently. “Maybe it will clean gloves.I have never tried. One might call it a life-cleaner. Lives need cleanin g sometim es.”10 “I want nothing of that sort,” said Alan.11 “Probabl y it is just as well,” said the old man. “Do you know the price of this? For one teaspoo nful, which is suffici ent, I ask five thousan d dollars. Never less. Not a penny less.”12 “I hope all your mixture s are not as expensi ve,” said Alan apprehe nsivel y.13 “Oh dear, no,” said the old man. “It would be no good chargin g that sort of price for a love potion, for example. Young peoplewho need a love potionvery seldomhave five thousan d dollars. Otherwi se they would not need a love potion.”14 “I am glad to hear that,” said Alan.15 “I look at it like this,” said the old man. “Pleasea custome r with one article, and he will come back when he needs another. Even if it is more costly. He will save up for it, if necessa ry.”16 “So,” said Alan, “you reallydo sell love potions?”17 “If I did not sell love potions,” said the old man, reachin g for another bottle,“I shouldnot have mention ed the other matterto you. It is only when one is in a positio n to obligethat one can affordto be so confide ntial. “18 “And these potions,” said Alan. “They are not just … just … er …”19 “Oh, no,” said the old man. “Their effects are permane nt, and extendfar beyondthe mere casualimpulse. But they include it. Oh, yes they include it. Bountif ully, insiste ntly. Everlas tingly.”20 “Dear me!” said Alan, attempt ing a look of scienti fic detachm ent. “How very interes ting!”21 “But conside r the spiritu al side,” said the old man.22 “I do, indeed,” said Alan.23 “For indiffe rence,” said the old man, “they substit ute devotio n. For scorn, adorati on. Give one tiny measure of this to the young lady — its flavour is imperce ptible in orangejuice, soup, or cocktai ls — and however gay and giddy she is, she will changealtoget her. She will want nothing but solitud e and you.”24 “I can hardlybelieve it,” said Alan. “She is so fond of parties.”25 “She will not like them anymore,” said the old man. “She will be afraidof the prettygirls you may meet.”26 “She will actuall y be jealous?” cried Alan in a rapture. “Of me?”27 “Yes, she will want to be everyth ing to you.”28 “She is, already. Only she doesn’t care about it.”29 “She will, when she has taken this. She will care intense ly. You will be her sole interes t in life.”30 “Wonderf ul!” cried Alan.31 “She will want to know all you do,” said the old man. “All tha t has happene d to you duringthe day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinkin g about, why you smile suddenl y, why you are looking sad.”32 “That is love!” cried Alan.33 “Yes,” said the old man. “How careful ly she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draught, to neglect your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrifi ed. She will think you are killed, or that some siren has caughtyou.”34 “I can hardlyimagine Diana like that!” cried Alan, overwhe lmed with joy.35 “You will not have to use your imagina tion,” said the old man. “And, by the way, since there are alwayssirens, if by any chanceyou should, later on, slip a little, you need not worry. She will forgive you, in the end. She will be terribl y hurt, of course, but she will forgive you —in the end.”36 “That will not happen,” said Alan fervent ly.37 “Of coursenot,” said the old man. “But, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorce you. Oh, no! And, of course,she will never give you the least, the very least, grounds for —uneasin ess.”38 “And how much,” said Alan, “is this wonderf ul mixture?”39 “It is not as dear,” said the old man, “as the glove-cleaner, or life-cleaner, as I sometim es call it. No. That is five thousan d dollars, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to indulge in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it.”40 “But the love potion?” said Alan.41 “Oh, that,” said the old ma n, opening the drawerin the kitchen table, and takingouta tiny, ratherdirty-looking phial. “That is just a dollar.”42 “I can’t tell you how gratefu l I am,” said Alan, watchin g him fill it.43 “I like to oblige,” said the old man. “Then custome rs come back, later in life, when they are betteroff, and want more expensi ve things. Here you are. You will find it very effecti ve.”44 “Thank you again,” said Alan. “Good-bye.”45 “Au revoir,” said the man.解酒水艾伦·奥斯丁，紧张得像只小猫，心里七上八下、忐忑不安的进了裴尔街区的一个楼道，黑乎乎的楼梯咯吱咯吱直响。
大学英语阅读教程Unit7howtobeascientist全文翻译第一篇：大学英语阅读教程 Unit7how to be a scientist全文翻译How to be a scientistGina KolataAsk most people – even students majoring in science – to describe the typical life of a successful scientist, and chances are they will describe a dedicated existence: long hours in the laboratory, toiling alone among racks of test tubes and beakers.But researchers say that nothing could be further from the truth.Indeed, they say, the irony is that to succeed in science, most people have to leave the lab completely.Leading biologists and chemists say they spend no time in the laboratory.Instead they write grant proposals, travel and give talks on their group‟s research;they think up ideas for their staff of graduate students and postdoctoral fellows to work on, and try their best to motivate and encourage staff members to be creative and productive.Dr.Shirley, Tilghman, a molecular biologist at Princeton University, says that most people have no idea of the skills needed to succeed in science.“I get these undergraduates in my office saying they are trying to decide between medicine and science,” Dr.Tilghman said.“They say, …I really want to go into medicine because I want to be involved with people.‟ I just say, …my God.‟ The extraordinary thing about being a principal scientific investigator is that I should have been a psychology major.I do nothing but try to motivate people, try to figure out why they‟re not working hard.Most of biology is a profession where success depends to a large extent on how you work with people.”Some researchers say that the most valuable course work forscientists may not even be science.Dr.Ponzy Lu, a chemist at the University of Pennsylvania, says his worst memories of his days as an undergraduate at the California Institute of Technology were the humanities courses he and every other science major were forced to take.“We hadto write 500 to 1,000 words a week in essays,” Dr.Lu said.“I wasn‟t good at that kind of stuff.”But as soon as he become a successful scientist, Dr.Lu said he found that rather than puttering around the laboratory conducting experiments, he had to spend his time writing grant proposals, meeting deadlines.Dr.Lu said, writing “is about all I do.” And the dreaded essay writing at Cal Tech was “the most useful thing I learned.” Some scientists are delighted to leave the laboratory and find that they can finally shine when they are judged by their ideas and their administrative skills.Yet even people who feel this way are often loath to admit it, Dr.Lu said, because it is part of the mystique of science to say you love the lab.“It‟s like Jimmy Carter saying he lusted after women,” Dr.Lu said.“You can get in a lot of trouble saying things like that.”But no matter what they think of laboratory work, most researchers say that it was not until they were in graduate school, well on their way to becoming scientists, that they realized what the career path actually is.Dr.Kenneth Gross, a molecular geneticist at Roswell Park Cancer Institute in Buffalo, N.Y., remembers well his epiphany.It happened when he was a graduate student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.One day, Dr.Gross was working happily in the lab next to a postdoctoral fellow, Dr.Arthur Skoultchi, who is now at Albert Einstein College of Medicine.Full of enthusiasm, Dr.Gross said, he remarked that “the most incredible thing is that hey paid you towork in a lab.” Dr.Skoultchi, he said, replied, “Enjoy it while you can,” and explained to Dr.Gross what lay ahead.Young scientists move up the ladder from graduate student to postdoctoral fellow to assistant professor to, they hope, recipient of a federal grant.From then on, their time in the lab rapidly dwindles to nothing.Dr.Lu explained that it was not so surprising that most successful scientists ended up as thinkers rather than doers.“That‟s the whole problem with big science,”he said.“You have to have an army of people to do the work.” But, he added, “Part of what makes a person become a scientist is the desire for influence and power.And the only way you can have that is to have a group of people working on your ideas.”A typical research group at a leading university has about a dozen people, paid for mainly by grant money either from the federal government, private groups like the American Cancer Society or companies, that the principal investigator raises.Dr.Lu said that although his salary is paid by the university, he must bring in ＄300,000 a year to run his lab.This includes paying for equipment and paying the budding scientists who perform the experiments.Graduate students earn about ＄12,000 a year, some of which, is paid by fellowship;the rest comes from grant money.Postdoctoral fellows receive about ＄20,000 a year.Some scientists run huge groups that have budgets equal to those of small corporations.Dr.Jerome Groopman, an AIDS researcher at Brigham and Women‟s Hospital in Boston, said his group of about 50 people had an operating budget of ＄2 million a year.“It‟s clearly a major problem for a lot of people,”said Dr.Tom Maniatis, a molecular biologist at Harvard.“Nowhere in your education are you trained to be a manager or administer.Suddenly you are faced with writing grants andkeeping track of spending.But the most difficult challenge is managing people.I don‟t think scientists are prepared to do that at all.”From the new york times , april4,1993.怎样成为一名科学家问大多数人来形容一个成功的科学家的典型生活，和机会，他们将在实验室中描述了一个专用的存在：时间长，独自之间的试管和烧杯架劳作。
Unit 7The ChaserJohn Henry Collier1 Alan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street, and peered about for a long time on the dim hallway before he found the name he wanted written obscurely on one of the doors.2 He pushed open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contained no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking-chair, and an ordinary chair. On one of the dirty buff-coloured walls were a couple of shelves, containing in all perhaps a dozen bottles and jars.3 An old man sat in the rocking-chair, reading a newspaper. Alan, without a word, handed him the card he had been given. “Sit down, Mr. Austen,” said the old man very politely. “I am glad to make your acquaintance.”4 “Is it true,” asked Alan, “that you have a certain mixture that has … er … quite extraordinary effects?”5 “My dear sir,” replied the old man, “my stock in trade is not very large —I don’t deal in laxatives and teething mixtures — but such as it is, it is varied. I think nothing I sell has effects which could be precisely described as ordinary.”6 “Well, the fact is …” began Alan.7 “Here, for example,” interrupted the old man, reaching for a bottle from the shelf. “Here is a liquid as colourless as water, almost tasteless, quite imperceptible in coffee, wine, or any other beverage. It is also quite imperceptible to any known method of autopsy.”8 “Do you mean it is a poison?” cried Alan, very muc h horrified.9 “Call it a glove-cleaner if you like,” said the old man indifferently. “Maybe it will clean gloves. I have never tried. One might call it a life-cleaner. Lives need cleaning sometimes.”10 “I want nothing of that sort,” said Alan.11 “Probably it is just as well,” said the old man. “Do you know the price of this? For one teaspoonful, which is sufficient, I ask five thousand dollars. Never less. Not a penny less.”12 “I hope all your mixtures are not as expensive,” said Alan appre hensively.13 “Oh dear, no,” said the old man. “It would be no good charging that sort of price fora love potion, for example. Young people who need a love potion very seldom have five thousand dollars. Otherwise they would not need a love potion.”14 “I am glad to hear that,” said Alan.15 “I look at it like this,” said the old man. “Please a customer with one article, and he will come back when he needs another. Even if it is more costly. He will save up for it, if necessary.”16 “So,” said Alan, “you really do sell love potions?”17 “If I did not sell love potions,” said the old man, reaching for another bottle, “I should not have mentioned the other matter to you. It is only when one is in a position to oblige that one can afford to be so confidential. “18 “And these potions,” said Alan. “They are not just … just … er …”19 “Oh, no,” said the old man. “Their effects are permanent, and extend far beyond the mere casual impulse. But they include it. Oh, yes they include it. Bountifully, insistently. Everlastingly.”20 “Dear me!” said Alan, attempting a look of scientific detachment. “How very interesting!”21 “But consider the spiritual side,” said the old man.22 “I do, indeed,” said Alan.23 “For indifference,” said the old man, “they substitute devotion. For scorn, adoration. Give one tiny measure of this to the young lady — its flavour is imperceptible in orange juice, soup, or cocktails — and however gay and giddy she is, she will change altogether. She will want nothin g but solitude and you.”24 “I can hardly believe it,” said Alan. “She is so fond of parties.”25 “She will not like them anymore,” said the old man. “She will be afraid of the pretty girls you may meet.”26 “She will actually be jealous?” cried Alan in a rapture. “Of me?”27 “Yes, she will want to be everything to you.”28 “She is, already. Only she doesn’t care about it.”29 “She will, when she has taken this. She will care intensely. You will be her sole interest in life.”30 “Wonderful!” cried Alan.31 “She will want to know all you do,” said the old man. “All that has happened to you during the day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinking about, why you smile suddenly, why you are looking sad.”32 “That is love!” cried Alan.33 “Yes,” said the old man. “How carefully she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draught, to neglect your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrified. She will think you are killed, or that some siren has caught you.”34 “I can hardly imagine Diana like that!” cried Alan, overwhelmed with joy.35 “You will not have to use your imagination,” said the old man. “And, by the way, since there are always sirens, if by any chance you should, later on, slip a little, you need not worry. She will forgive you, in the end. She will be terribly hurt, of course, but she will forgive you —in the end.”36 “That will not happen,” said Alan fervently.37 “Of course not,” said the old man. “Bu t, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorce you. Oh, no! And, of course, she will never give you the least, the very least, grounds for —uneasiness.”38 “And how much,” said Alan, “is this wonderful mixture?”39 “It is not as dear,” said the old man, “as the glove-cleaner, or life-cleaner, as I sometimes call it. No. That is five thousand dollars, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to indulge in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it.”40 “But the love potion?” said Alan.41 “Oh, that,” said the old man, opening the drawer in the kitchen table, and taking outa tiny, rather dirty-looking phial. “That is just a dollar.”42 “I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” said Alan, watching him fill it.43 “I like to oblige,” said the old man. “Then customers come back, later in life, when they are better off, and want more expensive things. Here you are. You will find it very effective.”44 “Thank you again,” said Alan. “Good-bye.”45 “Au revoir,” said the man.解酒水艾伦·奥斯丁，紧张得像只小猫，心里七上八下、忐忑不安的进了裴尔街区的一个楼道，黑乎乎的楼梯咯吱咯吱直响。
双语经典《鲁滨逊漂流记》阅读助译Chapter.1 Out to Sea鲁宾逊作为家庭中的第三个儿子，无望继承家产，于是他想要出海。
但是父母都不愿让他去，于是在一年后，他一声不吭地和他的朋友一起坐海轮去伦敦。
1651年9月1日，他们起航去伦敦。
不久海上刮起了大风，鲁宾逊跪倒在他的船舱里，慌乱中，他保证要听父母的话学习法律。
接着，大海平静下来。
朋友安慰了他，于是他又忘记了他的誓言，享受着海上的生活。
几天后，天又暗了下来。
鲁宾逊原以为不久就会天清气朗，可是船体漏水了，突然一声巨响，风暴把船撕成了两半。
终于船长求救信号得到的回应，一艘小艇把船员送到港口。
鲁宾逊一溜烟的跑回了家。
Chapter.2 Pirates！有一天鲁滨逊碰到了他的朋友和他朋友的父亲，这时鲁滨逊已经下了决心要再次出海。
朋友的父亲知道了鲁滨逊出海的经历时，他也劝他不要再出海了，他不是这块料，可是鲁宾逊很倔强，他不管他和他的父亲怎么说，他都不愿放弃出海。
这时，他碰到了一个从非洲回来正要返程的船主。
他向船主诉说了想出去看看世界的渴望，于是船主邀请鲁滨逊坐他的船。
这次到非洲的航程十分顺利，鲁滨逊吸收了很多知识。
这次出海的经历教育了他也让他变得富有，而他已经确立了自己的人生志向：他要与他的朋友一起出海经商。
再次出海时，物是人非。
他的好朋友与世长辞之后，他的好运气似乎也到了头。
鲁滨逊在北非沿岸遭遇的一艘土耳其海盗船，他们拼命想逃脱但海盗船的速度更快。
他们用12门小型火炮开火，对方用18门火炮和枪械还击。
海盗船逼近，60个海盗跳上了他们的船，他们奋力反抗，但海盗们砍断了索具，杀了三个最勇猛的水手，打伤了更多。
鲁滨逊他们不得不缴械投降被抓到海盗船上，被献给了摩尔皇帝，只留下鲁滨逊一个人作为海盗船长的战利品，从此他便开始的奴隶生涯。
Chapter.3 A Clever Escape鲁宾逊整天盘算着如何逃脱牢笼，可海盗出海从不带他。
与海盗共处的两年中鲁滨逊的地位逐步上升，船长发现他很会钓鱼，于是每次都会带鲁宾逊去捕鱼。
别再使唤我简介：从文章的标题中我们可以看出Stacey Wilkins的愤怒。
如同许多在美国的学生一样，她在一家餐馆当服务员以此来偿还学生贷款。
在这篇文章中，她将告诉我们，是什么人和什么事件使得她如此气愤。
我刚刚坐了一个半小时等待某乡村网球俱乐部的家伙们吃完他们的披萨。
他们是在餐厅关闭15分钟之后来的,因为他们不想削减他们网球比赛的时间,餐厅所有者同意了他们的请求并把烤箱重新打开给他们做披萨,可是厨师早就回家了。
在我给他们解释餐厅已经关闭后，这些顾客对于要求我服务丝毫没有觉得不妥，他们毫无顾忌地在那里坐着详细讲述他们网球比赛的精彩部分，直到11点（餐厅9点半就关门了），更重要的是，他们毫无顾忌地让我成为了他们网球后的残忍小比赛的受害者。
骚扰可怜的服务生多么好玩啊！“天哪，在这里像这样坐着简直太棒了。
”一个男人说道，在没有得到任何回复后，他继续说道：“服务员，我猜你想让我们离开。
”我已经快要在怒气之中爆发了，“我不准备回答你的评论。
”我说着，然后走开。
他准备开始一场战斗，红旗已经在飘扬。
这个男人走近我，问我要甜点。
作为一个老顾客，他之前从没要过甜点。
你知道的，这是90年代所谓的“低脂”潮流。
但那晚他享受这样的权利，他觉得自己很强大，而我觉得自己被侵犯了。
接受了3美元20美分之后，我回家了。
他们的小费是我为这场精神强奸付出的代价。
开车时，眼泪从我的脸上滑落，我为什么在哭？我之前也被骚扰过，10年的服务员生涯本应该让我对这种情况变得无动于衷，但，这是一个转折点：十年侮辱的最终结果。
我现在处于一个爆发点上，我不能忍受作为一个公众的情绪发泄包，人们似乎认为侮辱服务员是被包含在餐费里的，所有的正派和礼貌都放在了挂在门上的外套里。
他们认为自己的地位远高于我的，他们是国王，而我是农夫。
我宁愿他们成为农夫。
在美国，我是餐厅义务服务的极力倡导者。
连干两班活将是对压迫者的最好的教训，让他们上酒菜，让他们打扫在孩子玩耍后的战场，以及让他们在某个10个人的聚会占了他们的桌子三个小时后只给了一点点小费而变得沮丧。
Unit 1 英国人和美国人的空间概念人们说英国人和美国人是被同一种语言分离开的两个伟大的民族。
英美民族之间的差异使得英语本身受到很多指责，然而，这些差异也许不应该过分归咎于语言，而应该更多的归因于其他层面上的交流：从使很多美国人感到做作的英式语音语调到以自我为中心的处理时间、空间和物品的不同方法。
如果说这世上有两种文化间的空间关系学的具体内容迥然不同，那就是在有教养（私立学校）的英国人和中产阶级的美国人之间了。
造成这种巨大差异的一个基本原因是在美国人们借助空间大小来对人或事加以分类，而在英国决定你身分的却是社会等级制度。
在美国，你的住址可以很好的暗示你的身分（这不仅适用于你的家庭住址，也适用于你的商业地址）。
住在纽波特和棕榈滩的人要比布鲁克林和迈阿密的人高贵时髦得多。
格林尼治和科德角与纽华克和迈阿密简直毫无类似之处。
座落在麦迪逊大道和花园大道的公司要比那些座落在第七大道和第八大道的公司更有情调。
街角办公室要比电梯旁或者长廊尽头的办公室更受尊敬。
而英国人是在社会等级制度下出生和成长的。
无论你在哪里看到他，他仍然是贵族，即便是在鱼贩摊位的柜台后面。
除了阶级差异，英国人和我们美国人在如何分配空间上也存在差异。
在美国长大的中产阶级美国人觉得自己有权拥有自己的房间，或者至少房间的一部分。
当我让我的美国研究对象画出自己理想的房间或办公室时，他们毫无例外的只画了自己的空间，而没有画其他人的地方。
当我要求他们画出他们现有的房间或办公室时，他们只画出他们共享房间里自己的那部分，然后在中间画一条分隔线。
无论是男性还是女性研究对象，都把厨房和主卧划归母亲或妻子的名下，而父亲的领地则是书房或休息室，如果有的话；要不然就是工场，地下室，或者有时仅仅是一张工作台或者是车库。
美国女性如果想独处，可以走进卧室、关上门。
关闭的门是“不要打扰”或“我很生气”的标志。
如果一个美国人家里或办公室的房门是开着的，则说明他现在有空。
在这样的暗示下，人们不会认为他想把自己关闭起来，而会认为他正处于一种随时响应他人的准备就绪的状态中。
