大学英语综合教程5_课文翻译
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Unit 1 恰到好处你见过一个笨手笨脚的男人往箱子上钉钉子吗?只见他左敲敲,右敲敲,说不准还会将整个钉子锤翻,结果敲来敲去到头来只敲进了半截。
而娴熟的木匠就不这么干。
他每敲一下都会坚实巧妙地正对着钉头落下去,一钉到底。
语言也是如此。
一位优秀的艺术家谴词造句上力求准确而有力地表达自己的观点。
差不多的词,不准确的短语,摸棱两可的表达,含糊不清的修饰,都无法使一位追求纯真英语的作家满意。
他会一直思考,直至找到那个能准确表达他的意思的词。
法国人有一个很贴切的短语来表达这样一个意思,即“le m ot juste”, 恰到好处的词。
有很多关于精益求精的作家的名人轶事,比如福楼拜常花几天的时间力求使一两个句子在表达上准确无误。
在浩瀚的词海中,词与词之间有着微妙的区别,要找到能恰如其分表达我们意思的词绝非易事。
这不仅仅是扎实的语言功底和相当大的词汇量的问题,还需要人们绞尽脑汁,要观察敏锐。
选词是认识过程的一个步骤,也是详细描述我们的思想感情并表达出来使自己以及听众和读者深刻理解的一个环节。
有人说:“在我思想未成文之前,我怎么知道自己的想法?”这听起来似乎很离谱,但它确实很有道理。
寻找恰如其分的词的确是件不容易的事。
一旦找到了那个词,我们就会感到很欣慰:辛劳得到了回报。
准确地用语言有助于我们深入了解我们描述的事物。
例如,当有人问你:“某某是怎么样的人?”你回答说:“恩,我想他是个不错的家伙,但他非常……”接着你犹豫了,试图找到一个词或短语来说明他到底讨厌在哪里。
当你找到一个恰当的短语的时候,你发觉自己对他的看法更清楚,也更精确了。
一些英语词汇词根相同而意义却截然不同。
例如human 和humane,二者的词根相同,词义也相关,但用法完全不同。
“ human action (人类行为)”和“humane action ( 人道行为)”完全是两码事。
我们不能说“人道权力宣言”,而是说“人权宣言”。
有一种屠杀工具叫“humane killer ( 麻醉屠宰机),而不是human killer ( 杀人机器)。
Unit 5 Active readingThe lonely American1 Americans in the 21st century devote more technology to staying connected than any society in history, yet somehow the devices fail us: Studies show that we feel increasingly alone. Our lives are spent in a tug-of-war between conflicting desires – we want to stay connected, and we want to be free. We lurch back and forth, reaching for both. How much of one should we give up in order to have more of the other? How do we know when we’ve got it right?2 Yet people in this country continue to drift apart. We need to know why.3 First, let’s look at the frenetic busyness of our lives. Americans may be the only people in the world who believe that each individual has the right and the capacity to fit whatever he or she wants into one small life. America is the original “You can be anything you want if you really try, and it’s never too late to start trying!” country.4 A good friend described the impact of busyness on our neighborhoods brilliantly: “Being neighborly used to mean visiting people. Now being nice to your neighbors means not bothering them.” People’s lives are shaped by how busy they are. Lives also are shaped by the respect and deference that is given to busyness – especially when it is valued above connection and community. If people are considerate, they assume that their neighbors are very busy and so try not to intrude on them. Dropping by is no longer neighborly. It is simply rude.5We treat socializing as if it’s a frivolous diversion from the tasks at hand rather than an activity that is essential to our well-being as individuals and as a community. Soon our not bothering to call people (or even email them) gets read by others as a sign that we are too caught up in the busy sweep of our own lives to have time for them. Our friends are not surprised. Our relatives may be indignant, but even they know how hard it is. An unspoken understanding develops. It’s too bad that we’ve lost touch, but that’s just the way it is.6 The pace of everyday life may push us toward isolation, but there is a pull, as well: a very seductive picture of standing apart as a victory, not a retreat. Ever since Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote his famous essay and Henry David Thoreau set out to embody the concept in his cabin on Walden Pond, a long series of American icons have idealized the concept of self-reliance.7 And when we do find ourselves isolated, by standing tall in our own minds, side by side with self-reliant heroes, each of us is suddenly no longeralone but part of a group –a great American tradition of lonesome cowboys and go-it-alone entrepreneurs. That psychological magic becomes the spoonful of sugar that makes painful experiences of finding ourselves left out easier to swallow. We may have isolated ourselves without entirely meaning to, but we also have ended up in a place that looks a lot like where we always knew that we were supposed to stand. On the outside, proud to be there.8 It is also the last place on earth that a person would want to be.9 The consequences of social disconnection are both extensive and remarkably diverse. To begin with, social support is an important determinant of overall health. It has significant effects on longevity, on an individual’s response to stress, on immune functions, and on the incidence of a variety of specific illnesses. In diseases as varied as heart attacks and dementia, medical research repeatedly has found that social networks and social activity have a protective effect.10 Social isolation damages ecological health as well. The rising tide of single-person households strains the earth’s resources. Additionally, in our consumer-oriented culture, a common solution to not having enough people in one’s life is to turn to things, objects that will define one’s identity through possessions rather than through one’s place in a social world. (We once passed an elegant store in New York City whose name summed up the problem: More and More. We watched the shop from across the street, keeping a safe distance.)11 The truth is that if one can bring oneself to acknowledge loneliness, half the battle is won. It is not an easy half of a battle, however. When we began to talk about these ideas with friends, their first response was to passionately defend their styles of staying disconnected. Having chosen, like so many Americans, to step back, they explained how right the choice has been for them.12 Small daily choices – whether to go to a local store or order off the Internet, whether to pick up a ringing telephone or let it go to voicemail, whether to get together with a friend or pop in a DVD –end up defining one’s social world. These little decisions are cumulative. You step back a little from others. They step back a little from you. You feel a little left out. Feeling left out, unexamin ed, leads you to step back further. But feeling left out, when it’s examined,can lead people to work a little harder to reconnect.13 Loneliness was never the goal. It’s just the spot where too many people wind up. We get stuck because the world we have wandered away from is so frantic and demanding. We get stuck because we have dreamed about lonesome heroes who stand defiantly apart. We get stuck because we feel left out and stop looking for ways back in. We should remember that the outside was not meant to be our final destination.孤独的美国人1 在使人与人保持联系方面,21世纪的美国人投入了比历史上任何一个社会都要多的技术手段。
21世纪大学实用英语综合教程(第一册)课后答案及课文翻译Text A 大学——我一生中的转折点佚名作为一名一年级新生初进大学时,我害怕自己在学业上搞不好。
我害怕独自一人在外,因为我是第一次远离家人。
这里周围都是我不认识的人,而他们也不认识我。
我得和他们交朋友,或许还得在我要学的课程上跟他们在分数上进行竞争。
他们比我更聪明吗?我跟得上他们吗?他们会接受我吗?我很快就认识到,我的生活现在就取决于我自己了。
如果我要在学业上取得成功,我就必须制定一份学习计划。
我必须调整花在学习上的时间和花在社交上的时间。
我必须决定什么时候上床睡觉,什么时候吃什么,什么时候喝什么,对什么人表示友好。
这些问题我都得自己回答。
开始时,生活有点艰难。
我在怎样利用时间上犯了错误。
我在交朋友上花的时间太多了。
我还在怎样选择大学里的第一批朋友上犯了一些错误。
然而不久,我就控制住了自己的生活。
我做到了按时上课,完成并交上了第一批作业,而且以相当好的成绩通过了前几次考试。
此外,我还交了一些朋友,跟他们在一起我感到很自在,我能把我担心的事告诉他们。
我建立了一种真正属于我自己的常规——一种满足了我的需要的常规。
结果,我开始从一个不同的视角看待我自己了。
我开始把自己看作是一个对自己负责也对朋友和家人负责的人。
凡事自己做决定并看到这些决定最终证明是明智的决定,这种感觉很好。
我猜想这就是人们所说的“成长”的一部分吧。
我未来的生活将会怎样呢?在人生的这一阶段,我真的不能确定我的人生之路最终将会走向何方,我真的不知道在以后的几年中我会做什么。
但我知道,我能应对未来,因为我已经成功地跃过了我生命中的这一重要障碍:我已经完成了从一个依赖家人给予感情支持的人向一个对自己负责的人的过渡。
Practice 51. smart2. succeed3. shortly4. managed5. share6. fear7. responsible8. however 9. enter 10. surrounded 11. handle 12. comfortablePractice 61. is up to2. keep up with3. under control4. at first5. grew up6. make friends with7. turned out8. as a result9. set up 10. in additionPractice 71. how to play the game2. where I wanted to go3. whether they would accept him or not4. what to do and how to do it5. whom to love and whom not to6. when he made that decisionPractice 8I see Li Ming as my best friend. We share the same hobbies and interests.They looked upon their math teacher as their best teacher.We think of this place as our home.They looked on their college life as their happiest years in their life.Practice 91. John is both smart and responsible. He likes to make friends with other people.2. I have made the decision to compete for the new post. You can compete for it, too.3. Shortly after the doctor came, he managed to have my father ’s illness under control.4. As freshmen, most of us do not know what college life has in store for us, but we all know that we must do well in our studies.5. To succeed in college, we must keep up with the other students and set up a routine that meets out needs.6. Though the assignments last week turned out to be more difficult than I thought, I handed them in on time.Text B 我希望从大学教育中得到什么亚历克西斯.沃尔顿中学毕业后,我计划做几件事。
Unit6 Grant and Lee格兰特和李1865年4月9日,当尤利西兹·S·格兰特和罗伯特·E·李在弗吉尼亚州阿珀马特科斯县城一所不太大的房子的客厅里会面,商讨李所率的北弗吉尼亚军队投降条件时,美国人生活中一个伟大的篇章结束了,一个崭新的重要篇章开始了。
此二人是在实质上终止内战。
诚然,其他军队尚未投降,已失去主要支柱的逃亡的邦联政府仍将绝望地徒然挣扎数日,想法寻觅生机。
其实,在格兰特和李签署文件之时,一切都已结束。
他们拟定投降条件时用的那间小客厅成了见证美国史上强烈的戏剧性对照的场所。
这两位截然不同的将军都是强有力的人物,他们代表着两股相互冲突的力量的潮流,那两股潮流通过他们最终发生碰撞。
罗伯特·E·李所仰仗的信念是,古老的贵族观念或许能以某种方式继续存在下去,并左右美国人的生活。
李是弗吉尼亚州沿海低地人氏,他的生活背景是家庭、文化、传统……,是被移植到这个正在形成自身的传说与神话的新世界的骑士时代。
他体现了从骑士和英格兰乡绅时代流传下来的一种生活方式。
美国是个一切从头开始的国度,信奉的只不过是一种颇为模糊的信念,即人人拥有平等的权利,在世间应有平等的机会,如此而已。
在这样一个国度里,李代表着这样一种情感,即社会结构中保留一种明显的不平等多少有利于人类社会。
理应存在一个拥有土地的有闲阶级;反过来,社会本身应以土地为本,视其为财富与势力的主要来源。
(根据这一理想)这样一个社会会造就一个对社会有着强烈责任感的阶级,他们不是为自己获利活着,而是为了承担自己的特权所赋予的重大责任活着。
国家从他们中觅得领导人员;国家可依靠他们产生更加高尚的价值观念——思想方面的,行为方面的,个人风度方面的—以求国兴德盛。
李体现了这一贵族理想的最高尚的部分。
拥有土地的贵族通过他获得存在的理由。
四年间,南方各州拼死战斗,以捍卫李所代表的理想。
到后来,南部邦联似乎是为李而战;李本人似乎就是南部邦联……似乎是南部邦联所代表的生活方式能提供的菁华。
全大学英语综合教程5课文翻译1Unit1One Writer's XXX作家起步时1.我从两三岁起就知道,家中随便在哪个房间里,白天无论在什么时间,都可以念书或听人念书。
母亲念书给我听。
上午她都在那间大卧室里给我念,两人一起坐在她那把摇椅里,我们摇晃时,椅子发出有节奏的滴答声,好像有只唧唧鸣叫的蟋蟀在伴着读故事。
冬日午后,她常在餐厅里烧着煤炭的炉火前给我念,XXX自XXX发出“咕咕”声时,故事便结束了;晚上我在自己床上睡下后她也给我念。
想必我是不让她有一刻清静。
有时她在厨房里一边坐着搅制黄油一边给我念,故事情节就随着搅制黄油发出的抽抽搭搭的声响不断展开。
我的奢望是她念我来搅拌;有一次她满足了我的愿望,可是我要听的故事她念完了,她要的黄油我却还没弄好。
她念起故事来富有表情。
比如,她念《穿靴子的猫》时,你就没法不相信她对猫一概怀疑。
2当我得知故事书原来是人写出来的,书本原来不是什么大自然的奇迹,不像草那样自生自长时,真是又震惊又失望。
不过,姑且不论书本从何而来,我不记得自己有什么时候不爱书——书本本身、封面、装订、印着文字的书页,还有油墨味、那种沉甸甸的感觉,以及把书抱在怀里时那种将我征服、令我陶醉的感觉。
还没识字,我就想读书了,一心想读所有的书。
3我的父母都不是来自那种买得起许多书的家庭。
然而,虽然买书准得花去他不少薪金,作为一家成立不久的保险公司最年轻的职员,父亲一直在精心挑选、不断订购他和母亲认为儿童成长应读的书。
他们购书首先是为了我们的前程。
5多亏了我的父母,我很早就接触了受人喜爱的XXX。
书橱里有一整套XXX文集和一套不全的XXX作品集,这些书最终将父母和孩子联结在一起。
6读摆在我面前的书,读着读着便发现一本又破又旧的书,是我父亲小时候的。
书名是《桑福徳与默顿》。
我不相信如今还有谁会记得这本书。
那是XXX.戴在18世纪80年代撰写的一本著名的进行道德教育的故事书,可该书的扉页上并没有提及他;上面写的是《桑福徳与默顿简易本》,XXX.XXX著。
Unit 3 LyingText A The Truth About Lying1. I've been wanting to write on a subject that intrigues and challenges me: the subject of lying. I've found it very difficult to do. Everyone I've talked to has a quite intense and personal but oftenrather intolerant point of view about what we can —and can nevernever — tell lies about. I've finally reached the conclusion that Ican't present any ultimate conclusions, for too many people would promptly disagree. Instead, I'd like to present a series of moral puzzles, all concerned with lying. I'll tell you what I think about them. Do you agree?Social Lies2. Most of the people I've talked with say that they find social lying acceptable and necessary. They think it's the civilized way for folks to behave. Without these little white lies, they say, our relationships would be short and brutish and nasty. It's arrogant, they say, to insist on being so incorruptible and so brave that you cause other people unnecessary embarrassment or pain by compulsively assailing them with your honesty. I basically agree. What about you?3. Will you say to people, when it simply isn't true, "I like your new hairdo," "You're looking much better," "it's so nice to see you," "I had a wonderful time"?4. Will you praise hideous presents and homely kids?5. Will you decline invitations with "We're busy that night — so sorry we can't come," when the truth is you'd rather stay home than dine with the So-and-sos?6. And even though, as I do, you may prefer the polite evasion of "You really cooked up a storm "instead of "The soup" —which tastes like warmed-over coffee —"is wonderful," will you, if you must, proclaim it wonderful?7. There's one man I know who absolutely refuses to tell social lies. "I can't play that game," he says; "I'm simply not made that way." And his answer to the argument that saying nice things to someonedoesn't cost anything is, "Yes, it does — it destroys your credibility." Now, he won't, unsolicited, offer his views on thepainting you just bought, but you don't ask his frank opinion unless you want frank, and his silence at those moments when the rest of us liars are muttering, "Isn't it lovely?" is, for the most part, eloquent enough. My friend does not indulge in what he calls "flattery, false praise and mellifluous comments." When others tell fibs he will not go along. He says that social lying is lying, that little white lies are still lies. And he feels that telling lies is morally wrong. What about you?Peace-Keeping Lies8. Many people tell peace-keeping lies: lies designed to avoid irritation or argument, lies designed to shelter the liar from possible blame or pain; lies (or so it is rationalized) designed to keep trouble at bay without hurting anyone.9. I tell these lies at times, and yet I always feel they're wrong.I understand why we tell them, but still they feel wrong. And whenever I lie so that someone won't disapprove of me or think less of me or holler at me, I feel I'm a bit of a coward, I feel I'm dodging responsibility, I feel...guilty. What about you?10. Do you, when you're late for a date because you overslept, say that you're late because you got caught in a traffic jam?11. Do you, when you forget to call a friend, say that you called several times but the line was busy?12. Do you, when you didn't remember that it was your father's birthday, say that his present must be delayed in the mail?13. And when you're planning a weekend in New York City and you're not in the mood to visit your mother, who lives there, do you conceal —with a lie, if you must — the fact that you'll be in New York? Or do you have the courage — or is it the cruelty? — to say, "I'll be in New York, but sorry — I don't plan on seeing you"?14. (Dave and his wife Elaine have two quite different points of view on this very subject. He calls her a coward. She says she's being wise. He says she must assert her right to visit New York sometimes and not see her mother. To which she always patiently replies: "Why should we have useless fights? My mother's too old to change. We get along much better when I lie to her.")15. Finally, do you keep the peace by telling your husband lies on the subject of money? Do you reduce what you really paid for your shoes?And in general do you find yourself ready, willing and able to lie to him when you make absurd mistakes or lose or break things?16. "I used to have a romantic idea that part of intimacy was confessing every dumb thing that you did to your husband. But after a couple of years of that," says Laura, "haveI changed my mind!"17. And having changed her mind, she finds herself telling peacekeeping lies. And yes, I tell them too. What about you?Protective Lies18. Protective lies are lies folks tell —often quite seriouslies —because they're convinced that the truth would be too damaging. They lie because they feel there are certain human values that supersede the wrong of having lied. They lie, not for personalgain, but because they believe it's for the good of the personthey're lying to. They lie to those they love, to those who trust them most of all, on the grounds that breaking this trust is justified.19. They may lie to their children on money or marital matters.20. They may lie to the dying about the state of their health.21. They may lie to their closest friend because the truth about her talents or son or psyche would be — or so they insist — utterly devastating.22. I sometimes tell such lies, but I'm aware that it's quite presumptuous to claim I know what's best for others to know. That's called playing God . That's called manipulation and control. And wenever can be sure, once we start to juggle lies, just where they'll land, exactly where they'll roll.23. And furthermore, we may find ourselves lying in order to backup the lies that are backing up the lie we initially told.24. And furthermore —let's be honest —if conditions were reversed, we certainly wouldn't want anyone lying to us.25. Yet, having said all that, I still believe that there are times when protective lies must nonetheless be told. What about you?Trust-Keeping Lies26. Another group of lies are trust-keeping lies, lies that involve triangulation, with A (that's you) telling lies to B on behalf of C (whose trust you'd promised to keep). Most people concede that onceyou've agreed not to betray a friend's confidence, you can't betray it, even if you must lie. But I've talked with people who don't want you telling them anything that they might be called on to lie about.27. "I don't tell lies for myself," says Fran, "and I don't want to have to tell them for other people." Which means, she agrees, that ifher best friend is having an affair, she absolutely doesn't want to know about it.28. "Are you saying," her best friend asks, "that you'd betray me?"29. Fran is very pained but very adamant. "I wouldn't want to betray you, so…don't tell me anything about it."30. Fran's best friend is shocked. What about you?31. Do you believe you can have close friends if you're not prepared to receive their deepest secrets?32. Do you believe you must always lie for your friends?33. Do you believe, if your friend tells a secret that turns out to be quite immoral or illegal, that once you've promised to keep it, you must keep it?34. And what if your friend were your boss — if you were perhaps one of the President's men — would you betray or lie for him over, say, Watergate?35. As you can see, these issues get terribly sticky.36. It's my belief that once we've promised to keep a trust, we must tell lies to keep it. I also believe that we can't tell Watergate lies. And if these two statements strike you as quite contradictory,you're right —they're quite contradictory. But for now they're the best I can do. What about you?37. There are those who have no talent for lying.38. "Over the years, I tried to lie," a friend of mine explained, "but I always got found out and I always got punished. I guess I gavemyself away because I feel guilty about any kind of lying. It looks as if I'm stuck with telling the truth."39. For those of us, however, who are good at telling lies, for those of us who lie and don't get caught, the question of whether or not to lie can be a hard and serious moral problem. I liked the remark of a friend of mine who said, "I'm willing to lie. But just as a lastresort — the truth's always better."40. "Because," he explained, "though others may completely accept the lie I'm telling, I don't."41. I tend to feel that way too.42. What about you?关于说谎的真相朱迪斯·维奥斯特我一直想写一个令我深感兴趣的话题:关于说谎的问题。
21世纪大学实用英语综合教程(第一册)5,6,7课文及其翻译The Treasure in the OrchardAn old gardener who was dying sent for his two sons to come to his bedside, as he wished to speak to them. When they came in answer to his request, the old man, raising himself on his pillows, pointed through the window towards his orchard.“You se e that orchard?" said he."Yes, Father, we see the orchard.""For years it has given the best of fruit - golden oranges, red apples, and cherries bigger and brighter than rubies!""To be sure, Father. It has always been a good orchard!"The old gardener nodded his head, time and time again. He looked at his hands - they were worn from the spade that he had used all his life. Then he looked at the hands of his sons and saw that their nails were polished and their fingers as white as those of any fine lady's."You have never done a day's work in your lives, you two!" said he. " I doubt if you ever will! But I have hidden a treasure inmy orchard for you to find. You will never possess it unless you dig it up. It lies midway between two of the trees, not too near, yet not too far from the trunks. It is yours for the trouble of digging - that is all!Then he sent them away, and soon afterwards he died. So the orchardbecame the property of his sons, and without any delay, they set to work to dig for the treasure that had been promised them.Well, they dug and dug, day after day, week after week, going down the long alleys of fruit trees, never too near yet never too far from the trunks. They dug up all the weeds and picked out all the stones, not because they liked weeding and cleaning, but because it was all part of the hunt for the buried treasure. Winter passed and spring came, and never were there such blossoms as those which hung the orange and apple and cherry trees with curtains of petals pale as pearls and soft as silk. Then summer threw sunshine over the orchard, and sometimes the clouds bathed it in cool, delicious rain. At last the time of the fruit harvest came. But the two brothers had not yet found the treasure that was hidden among the roots of the trees.Then they sent for a merchant from the nearest town to buythe fruit. It hung in great bunches, golden oranges, red apples, and cherries bigger and brighter than rubies. The merchant looked at them in open admiration."This is the finest crop I have yet seen," said he, " I will give you twenty bags of money for it!"Twenty bags of money were more than the two brothers had ever owned in their life. They struck the bargain in great delight and took the money - bags into the house, while the merchant made arrangements to carry away the fruit.UNIT5 Treasure in the OrchardUNIT6 Tracking Down My DreamUNIT7 The Smile"I will come again next year," said he, " I am always glad to buy crop like this. How you must have dug and weeded and worked to get it!"He went away, and the brothers sat eyeing each other over the tops of the money-bags. Their hands were rough and toil-worn, just as the old gardener's had been when he died."Golden oranges and red apples and cherries bigger and brighterthan rubies," said one of them, softly." I believe that this is the treasure we have been digging for all year, the very treasureour father meant!"一个老园丁快死了,叫人把两个儿子叫到床边来,因为他想要对他们说话。
One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me.She'd read to me in the big bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winterafternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given herno peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her readto me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that shedistrusted all cats.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道,家中随便在哪个房间里,白天无论在什么时间,都可以念书或听人念书。
母亲念书给我听。
上午她都在那间大卧室里给我念,两人一起坐在她那把摇椅里,我们摇晃时,椅子发出有节奏的滴答声,好像有只唧唧鸣叫的蟋蟀在伴着读故事。
冬日午后,她常在餐厅里烧着煤炭的炉火前给我念,布谷鸟自鸣钟发出“咕咕”声时,故事便结束了;晚上我在自己床上睡下后她也给我念。
想必我是不让她有一刻清静。
有时她在厨房里一边坐着搅制黄油一边给我念,故事情节就随着搅制黄油发出的抽抽搭搭的声响不断展开。
我的奢望是她念我来搅拌;有一次她满足了我的愿望,可是我要听的故事她念完了,她要的黄油我却还没弄好。
她念起故事来富有表情。
比如,她念《穿靴子的猫》时,你就没法不相信她对猫一概怀疑。
2 It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they came from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them — with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell andtheir weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them.当我得知故事书原来是人写出来的,书本原来不是什么大自然的奇迹,不像草那样自生自长时,真是又震惊又失望。
不过,姑且不论书本从何而来,我不记得自己有什么时候不爱书——书本本身、封面、装订、印着文字的书页,还有油墨味、那种沉甸甸的感觉,以及把书抱在怀里时那种将我征服、令我陶醉的感觉。
还没识字,我就想读书了,一心想读所有的书。
3 Neither of my parents had come from homes that could afford to buy many books, but though it must have been something of a strain on his salary, as the youngest officer in a young insurance company, my father was all the while carefully selecting and ordering away for what he and Mother thought wechildren should grow up with. They bought first for the future .我的父母都不是来自那种买得起许多书的家庭。
然而,虽然买书准得花去他不少薪金,作为一家成立不久的保险公司最年轻的职员,父亲一直在精心挑选、不断订购他和母亲认为儿童成长应读的书。
他们购书首先是为了我们的前程。
4 Besides the bookcase in the living room, which was always called "the library", there were the encyclopedia tables and dictionary stand under windows in our dining room. Here to help us grow up arguing around the dining roomtable were the Unabridged Webster, the Columbia Encyclopedia,Compton's Pictured Encyclopedia, the Lincoln Library of Information, and later the Book of Knowledge. In "the library", inside the bookcase were books I could soon begin on — and I did, reading them all alike and as they came, straight down their rows, top shelf to bottom. My mother read secondarily for information; she sank as a hedonist into novels. She read Dickens in the spirit in which she would have eloped with him. The novels of her girlhood that had stayed on inher imagination, besides those of Dickens and Scott and Robert Louis Stevenson, were Jane Eyre, Trilby, The Woman in White,GreenMansions, King Solomon's Mines.除了客厅里有一向被称作“图书室”的书橱,餐厅的窗子下还有几张摆放百科全书的桌子和一个字典架。
这里有伴随我们在餐桌旁争论着长大的《韦氏大词典》、《哥伦比亚百科全书》、《康普顿插图百科全书》、《林肯资料文库》,以及后来的《知识库》。
“图书馆”书橱里的书没过多久我就能读了——我的确读了,全都读了,按着顺序,一排接着一排读,从最上面的书架一直读到最下面的书架。
母亲读书最重要的不在获取信息。
她是为了享受快乐而埋头读小说。
她读狄更斯时的神情简直就像要跟他私奔似的。
她少女时代读的小说印在了她心头的,除了狄更斯、司各特和罗伯特?路易斯?斯蒂文森等人的作品之外,还有《简?爱》、《切尔比》、《白衣女士》、《绿厦》和《所罗门王的矿藏》。
5 To both my parents I owe my early acquaintance with a beloved Mark Twain. There was a full set of Mark Twain and a short set of Ring Lardner in our bookcase, and those were the volumes that in time united us all, parents and children.多亏了我的父母,我很早就接触了受人喜爱的马克?吐温。
书橱里有一整套马克?吐温文集和一套不全的林?拉德纳作品集,这些书最终将父母和孩子联结在一起。
6 Reading everything that stood before me was how I came upon a worn old book that had belonged to my father as a child. It was called Sanford and Merton. Is there anyone left who recognizes it, I wonder? It is the famous moral tale written by Thomas Day in the 1780s, but of him no mention is made on the title page of this book; here it is Sanford and Merton in Words of One Syllable by Mary Godolphin. Here are the rich boy and the poor boy and Mr. Barlow, their teacher and interlocutor, in long discourses alternating with dramatic scenes — anger and rescue allotted to the rich and the poor respectively. It ends with not one but two morals, both engraved on rings: "Do what you ought, come what may," and "If we would be great, we must first learn to be good."我一本接一本阅读摆在我面前的书,读着读着便发现一本又破又旧的书,是我父亲小时候的。