一个干净明亮的地方(A clean bright place)
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A CLEAN, WELL-LIGHTED PLACE (by Ernest Hemingway)1 It was late and every one had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty; but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.2 "Last week he tried to commit suicide," one waiter said.3 "Why?"4 "He was in despair."5 "What about?"6 "Nothing."7 How do you know it was nothing?"8 "He has plenty of money."9 They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and a soldier went by in the street. The street light shone on the brass number on his collar. The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.10 "The guard will pick him up," one waiter said.11 "What does it matter if he gets what he's after?"12 "He had better get off the street now. The guard will get him. They went by five minutes ago."13 The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to him.14 "What do you want?"15 The old man looked at him. "Another brandy," he said.16 "You'll be drunk," the waiter said. The old man looked at him. The waiter went away.17 "He'll stay all night," he said to his colleague. "I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last week."18 The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man's table. He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.19 "You should have killed yourself last week," he said to the deaf man. The old man motioned with his finger.20 "A little more," he said. The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile. "Thank you," the old man said. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again.21 "He's drunk now," he said.22 "He's drunk every night."23 "What did he want to kill himself for?"24 "How should I know."25 "How did he do it?"26 "He hung himself with a rope."27 "Who cut him down?"28 "His niece."29 "Why did he do it?"30 "For his soul."31 "How much money has he got?"32 "He's got plenty."33 "He must be eighty years old."34 "Anyway I should say he was eighty."35 "I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o'clock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?"36 "He stays up because he likes it."37 "He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me."38 "He had a wife once too."39 "A wife would be no good to him now."40 "You can't tell. He might be better with a wife."41 "His niece looks after him."42 "I know. You said she cut him down."43 "I wouldn't want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing."44 "Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him."45 "I don't want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work."46 The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.47 "Another brandy," he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over.48 "Finished," he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. "No more tonight. Close now."49 "Another," said the old man.50 "No. Finished." The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.51 The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.52 The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity,.53 "Why didn't you let him stay and drink?" the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. "It is not half-past two."54 "I want to go home to bed."55 "What is an hour?"56 "More to me than to him."57 "An hour is the same."58 "You talk like an old man yourself. He can buy a bottle and drink at home."59 "It's not the same."60 "No, it is not," agreed the waiter with a wife. He did not wish to be unjust. He was only in a hurry.61 "And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?"62 "Are you trying to insult me?"63 "No, hombre, only to make a joke."64 "No," the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from putting on the metal shutters. "I have confidence. I am all confidence."65 "You have youth, confidence, and a job," the older waiter said. "You have everything."66 "And what do you lack?"67 "Everything but work."68 "You have everything I have."69 "No. I have never had confidence and l'm not young."70 "Come on. Stop talking nonsense and lock up."71 "I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said.72 "With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."73 "I want to go home and into bed."74 "We are of two different kinds," the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. "It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because theremay be some one who needs the cafe."75 "Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long."76 "You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves."77 "Good night," said the younger waiter.78 "Good night," the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It is the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and light. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was already nada y pues nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.79 "What's yours?" asked the barman.80 "Nada."81 "Otro loco mas," said the barman and turned away.82 "A little cup," said the waiter.83 The barman poured it for him.84 "The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished," the waiter said.85 The barman looked at him but did not answer. It was too late at night for conversation.86 "You want another copita?" the barman asked.87 "No, thank you," said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing. Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.。
一个干净明亮的地方(A clean brightplace)一个干净明亮的地方(A clean bright place)一个干净明亮的地方(A clean bright place) it was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. in the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. the two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.时间很晚了,大家都离开餐馆,只有一个老人还坐在树叶挡住灯光的阴影里。
白天里,街上尽是尘埃,到得晚上,露水压住了尘埃。
这个老人喜欢坐得很晚,因为他是个聋子,现在是夜里,十分寂静,他感觉得到跟白天的不同。
呆在餐馆里的两个侍者知道这老人有点儿醉了,他虽然是个好主顾,可是,他们知道,如果他喝得太醉了,他会不付账就走,所以他们一直在留神他。
last week he tried to commit suicide, one waiter said.why?he was in despair.what about?nothing.how do you know it was nothing?he has plenty of money.上个星期他想自杀,一个侍者说。
a clean well lighted place中的象征
《A Clean, Well-Lighted Place》中有几个主要的象征。
以下是
其中几个:
1. 空旷和黑暗的咖啡馆:咖啡馆代表着人类孤独和无意义的存在。
在故事中,老人和酒徒需要去一个空旷安静的地方逃避他们内心的痛苦和不安。
咖啡馆的黑暗暗示了人们内心的黑暗。
2. 老人:老人代表着孤独、绝望和无助。
他沉迷于孤独和酒精,试图逃避内心的孤独。
他无法承受无意义的现实,尤其是在静谧的夜晚。
3. 喧闹的咖啡馆和繁忙的街道:咖啡馆和街道的喧嚣对比了老人的渴望沉默和平静。
这两个地方繁忙的人群和噪音代表了现实世界的混乱和无序。
4. 年轻的侍者和老侍者之间的对话:年轻的侍者代表了年轻和急躁的一代,他们没有耐心和同情心。
老侍者则代表了有同情心和对他人需求的理解。
他试图给老人提供一个宽慰的地方,以让他在夜晚找到一点安宁。
这些象征物质地表达了人类存在的绝望、迷失和对意义的追寻,以及对孤独和宁静的渴望。
浅析小说《一个干净明亮的地方》中的隐喻内涵作者:任歆玥来源:《青年文学家》2011年第05期摘要:著名美国小说家海明威的许多小说都着重于刻画出了人性的顽强以及尊严。
他笔下的许多人物即使在严酷的自然和社会条件下,仍然努力拼搏,十分具有奋斗精神。
在他的短篇小说《一个干净明亮的地方》中,海明威也塑造了这样一个几乎被寂寞吞噬却依然寻求光明的老人的形象。
这篇小说语言平实,但是蕴含着深刻的道理。
本文将从认知语言学角度,对该小说的隐喻内涵做一次浅析。
关键词:海明威;《一个干净明亮的地方》;认知语言学;隐喻欧内斯特·海明威是美国20世纪最著名的作家之一,是“迷惘的一代”的代表人物。
他的短篇小说《一个干净明亮的地方》这样一位老人:他年老体衰,虽然富有,但是心灵空虚,曾希望借由死亡来逃避孤独感。
虽然绝望,他却仍然想保持自己的尊严。
故事中的两个侍者,一个年纪轻,埋怨老人并急着回家陪伴妻子;一个年纪稍大,因为有相同的感受而同情老人。
在故事结尾,老人离开了小餐馆后,年纪稍大的侍者走进一个小酒吧。
在那里,他深深地体会到一种虚无感,也理解了老人的孤独,最后带着失望的心情离开了那里。
亚里士多德认为隐喻不是概念性的,而仅是词语的修辞性用法,且是非常规性用法,不适合日常言语,仅适合于修辞和诗歌。
语言学家莱考夫和约翰逊在他们的《我们赖以生存的隐喻》一书中却阐述了一个不同于亚氏的观点,他们认为认知语言学的“隐喻”不同于修辞方法中的“隐喻”,它并非单纯用于文学作品的修饰,而是存在于人们生活的每一个角落;他们还提出隐喻是概念化的,系统化的,并不是孤立存在的。
这篇小说中一共出现了11次“light”及其变体,我们可以从这些“light”的用法中总结出下面这个隐喻概念:Brightness is good.例子有以下几个:With all those who need a light for the night.It is well lighted. The light is very good and…The light is very bright and pleasant…A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different th ing…以上这些句子在我们的日常生活中也会经常使用到,似乎很少有人会认为它们含有隐喻意义。
A-Clean--Well-lighted-Place 一个干净明亮的地方_NewA-Clean--Well-lighted-Place 一个干净明亮的地方Questions1.What is the meaning of “nada”? What is thewriter’s intention of replacing many words in the prayers with “nada”?2.Why does the writer not give the names ofthe characters? How can you distinguish the two waiters?3.Why does this place have to be clean andwell-lighted? What do cleanliness and brightness represent?4.What is the writing style of the story? Whatis the theme of the story?Text Study: "A Clean, Well-lighted Place"It was late and every one had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty; but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waitersinside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him."Last week he tried to commit suicide," one waiter said."Why?""He was in despair.""What about?""Nothing."How do you know it was nothing?""He has plenty of money."They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and a soldier went byin the street. The street light shone on the brass number on his collar. The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him."The guard will pick him up," one waiter said."What does it matter if he gets what he's after?""He had better get off the street now. The guard will get him. They went by five minutes ago."The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to him."What do you want?"The old man looked at him. "Another brandy," he said."You'll be drunk," the waiter said. The old man looked at him. The waiter went away."He'll stay all night," he said to his colleague. "I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed beforethree o'clock. He should have killed himself last week."The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man's table. He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy."You should have killed yourself last week," he said to the deaf man. The old man motioned with his finger."A little more," he said. The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile. "Thank you," the old man said. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again."He's drunk now," he said."He's drunk every night.""What did he want to kill himself for?""How should I know.""How did he do it?""He hung himself with a rope.""Who cut him down?""His niece.""Why did he do it?""For his soul.""How much money has he got?""He's got plenty.""He must be eighty years old.""Anyway I should say he was eighty.""I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o'clock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?""He stays up because he likes it.""He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.""He had a wife once too.""A wife would be no good to him now.""You can't tell. He might be better with a wife.""His niece looks after him.""I know. You said she cut him down.""I wouldn't want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.""Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him.""I don't want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work."The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters."Another brandy," he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over."Finished," he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. "No more tonight. Close now.""Another," said the old man."No. Finished." The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity,."Why didn't you let him stay and drink?" the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. "It is not half-past two.""I want to go home to bed.""What is an hour?""More to me than to him.""An hour is the same.""You talk like an old man yourself. He can buy a bottle and drink at home.""It's not the same.""No, it is not," agreed the waiter with a wife. He did not wish to be unjust. He was only in a hurry."And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?""Are you trying to insult me?""No, hombre, only to make a joke.""No," the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from putting on the metal shutters. "I have confidence. I am all confidence.""You have youth, confidence, and a job," the older waiter said. "You have everything.""And what do you lack?""Everything but work.""You have everything I have.""No. I have never had confidence and l'm not young.""Come on. Stop talking nonsense and lock up.""I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said."With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.""I want to go home and into bed.""We are of two different kinds," the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. "It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Eachnight I am reluctant to close up because there may be some one who needs the cafe.""Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.""You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.""Good night," said the younger waiter."Good night," the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It is the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and light. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and acertain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was already nada y pues nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine."What's yours?" asked the barman."Nada.""Otro loco mas," said the barman and turned away."A little cup," said the waiter.The barman poured it for him."The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished," the waiter said.The barman looked at him but did not answer. It was too late at night for conversation."You want another copita?" the barman asked."No, thank you," said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing. Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.。
Mind Harbor——Appreciation of A Clean Well-Lighted Place When it comes to outstanding short story writers ,we can not help thinking of Ernest Hemingway.He is a representative figure of minimalist literature in the twentieth century.His works always based on his abundant experience especially experiencing a lot of wars.In the middle of twentieth century ,because of the first World War ,people became aimlessness and hopeless.The people ‘s spirit had been destroyed by the cruel war. They need someone to lead them to the light. That is why the characters made by Hemingway always can show great dignity under pressure in harsh environment.A Clean and Well-lighted Place is a typical short story which assumed Hemingway’s unique style.The story tells a ordinary thing happening in the cafe in a gentle way.We can only get though the simple dialogue between the two waiters to feel hollow in the old man ‘s inward world.The old man had nothing but money.He tried to commit suicide but saved by his niece.He sat in the shadow in cafe late at night unwilling to leave.And the two waiters talked about the old man.The younger waiter showed selfish and impatient. He could not figure out why the old man had much money still to kill himself.He had a wife who is waiting for him to go home , so he wanted the old deaf man to leave as soon as possible.In the opposite ,the older waiter acted out apprehension and sympathy.He preferred the old man staying for a while.He was pleased toaccompany the old man though the dark lonely night .In the end of the short story,the old man had already left.,and the cafe closed,the older waiter tried to go into a bar ,but he did not like it.At this time he was more deeply aware of a kind of loneliness.After reading this story, we know the important theme of this story is nothingness.Nearly all the characters live in Nothingness.The old man was hopeless ,he wanted to kill himself for escaping from the dark and loneliness .And the younger waiter thought that money can bring happiness .He was blindness and leading a meaningless life.There is no doubt that the older waiter is more clearer than the younger waiter.Due to the same life experience and the same no longer young reality ,he knew the old man’s suffering and comprehended him.The common point of all these characters is that they were not able to find a clean well-lighted place to repose their mind.There are not many characters,no complicated plot,no board scene in this short story.The author uses dramatic technique to make the characters time ,place,plot highly centralized.A total of more than two thousand words of this story.Most of these words are describe the conversation between the two waiter.The main character almost had no talk,no action in the story.The writer only used some simple words,short sentence without character analysis or environmental description.However,it gives a strong felt to the readers.In the older waiter’s monologue,repeated nada or nothingness a lot of times.Not only can stress the theme of this story,but also like a hammer hit the readers’heart.Except that ,Hemingway also used symbolic techniques in this work.Thefirst symbolism is”the shadow of the leaves”.It repeated three times in the story.The old man sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light.The shadow protected the old man away from external interference.Meanwhile he could see the world outside more clearly.Once he thought the best way to escape the worldly troubles is death.And now ,he found truly protection belonging to his own. In this clean well-lighted cafe,he can no longer face the loneliness and helplessness in life.The second one is”Brandy”.It means another shelter to the old man.It also helped the old man to find a peace land.Wine helped the old man to calm down,to forget past and present.Made him respectable live with dignity. The third symbolism is “a clean well-lighted place”.In this short story ,a clean well-lighted place is cafe where the two waiters work .In a sense ,the cafe ‘s signification is not only because of clean and well- lighted,but also it can provide a clean well-lighted place to the old man’s inner world.In this place,there are no dark,no loneliness,no trivial st but not the least one is”nothingness”.At the end of the story,the writer replaced the word”nothingness”with all the key words in the original prayer to God.It can been seen that the loss of the old man’s inner faith.In the old man and the older waiter’s eye,nothingness is everything,everything is nothing.The author believed all the material condition is nothingness.It is this nothingness sets off the actual feel which given by the cafe.History is a process of organic growth.The eternal pursuit of human beingis a pluralistic spiritual life rather than material needs.But human being progress is always accompanied by the roar of the knell.When people move towards the highly developed material civilization ,let oneself become empty and freaky at the same time.Spiritual and material growth together and mutual betrayal.Materialization is also a degree of harm to human beings.From my point of view,the purpose of writing this story is to emphasize the significance of light and peace in human life.When the world turns out to be in disorder,and when it is hopeless,people all the more need light and cleanliness to rebuild their lives.Hemingway tells us ,dignity is the power of life.We can only rely on this power to overcome the crisis of the soul.。
Ernest Hemingway: A Clean, Well-Lighted Place时间:2009-9-6 21:15:09 来源:美国文学精品课程组INTRODUCTION“A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” is considered a prime example of Hemingway's craftsmanship and insight into the human condition. In this brief story, which was initially published in Scribner's Magazine in 1933, he evokes an atmosphere of despair and loneliness almost entirely with dialogue and interior monologue. Through these stylistic techniques Hemingway renders a complex series of interactions between an old waiter and his young colleague as the two men reflect on the ephemeral nature of happiness and the inevitability of death. Much of the critical commentary on the short story focuses on a series of unattributed lines of dialogue. For decades, commentators have speculated on Hemingway's stylistic technique in “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place,” turning to the author's original manuscript and correspondence to determine the proper configuration and attribution of the dialogue of the story.Plot and Major CharactersRendered almost completely in dialogue, the main action of “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place”is set in a small café in Spain, as two waiters prepare to close the establishment for the night. The place is empty except for a regular customer, a deaf old man drinking alone at one of the tables. Realizing that the old man is drunk, one of the waiters informs the other that the customer attempted suicide the week before. After the waiters watch a young man and woman pass on the street, the young waiter serves the old customer another brandy and voices his impatience to the old waiter, complaining that the old man is keeping him from his warm bed and the comfort of his wife. They discuss the old man's suicide attempt and his possible reasons for such a desperate act. When the old man gestures for another brandy, the young waiter tells him that it is closing time. After the old man pays his bill and leaves, the old waiter chides the young waiter for his lack of patience and empathy for the old man. He compares himself to the man, saying he understands the need for a clean, well-lighted place to be at night. After the café closes, the old waiter stops at a bar for a drink before he goes home, dreading his return to an empty room.Major ThemesIn his short fiction Hemingway depicted a disillusioning environment in which his protagonists address the precariousness of existence, the evanescence of happiness, and the universality of suffering. This is certainly true in “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place,” as the old waiter shows a sensitivity to and understanding of both the young waiter's impatience to get home and the old man's utter hopelessness. Critics have noted a series of contrasts in the story: light and dark, clean and dirty, noisy and quiet, youth and age, and nihilism and religious idealism. In fact, many believe that the major thematic concern of the story is the conflictbetween generations. This is illustrated by the contrast between the two major characters: for many critics, the young waiter represents materialism and the callousness of youth and the old waiter symbolizes the perspective and wisdom of age, which is illustrated by his empathy for the old man's profound despair and alleged suicide attempt. Some critics have suggested that the old waiter's repetitive use of the term “nada” (translated as “nothing” or “nothingness”) suggests his nihilistic tendencies because he faces loneliness and advancing death like the old man. A few commentators have viewed the three main characters in the story as an implied progression from youth through middle age to old age.Critical ReceptionIn 1959 controversy about the dialogue in “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” began when two critics noted a few confusing and illogical passages of conversation between the two waiters. Hemingway rarely identified the speaker of each line of dialogue, and confusion ensued about which character was speaking each line. In fact, some of the dialogue seemed to be uttered by the wrong character. At first, commentators speculated that there was a mistake in the text: Hemingway or his publisher, Scribner's, had forgotten or omitted a line of dialogue, throwing off the entire exchange between the two characters. In 1959, Otto Reinert challenged the prevailing theory that Hemingway employed metronomic dialogue and that each indented line implied a new speaker. Instead, he theorized that Hemingway utilized anti-metronomic dialogue —allowing a character to speak consecutive lines of dialogue in a few places. This could explain the discrepancy and allow the dialogue to be logical and idiosyncratic.A few years later, commentators began to challenge Reinert's theory. Joseph Gabriel contended that the dialogue was metronomic and that the resulting confusion was viewed as an integral aspect of the story. John Hagopian rejected these theories, maintaining that the confusion stemmed from a typographical error and urged a revision of the story. In 1965 the story was amended as recommended and reprinted in The Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway. This revised version of “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” unleashed a torrent of protest from critics who repudiated Hagopian's view and agreed with Reinert's theory of Hemingway's use ofanti-metronomic dialogue. Many scholars furnished additional examples of anti-metronomic dialogue in Hemingway's short fiction and novels, discovering further evidence for Reinert's theory in the author's correspondence with friends and publishers, as well as the original manuscript of the story. In recent times, Reinert's view has become the prevailing theory, as many scholars have urged a republication of Hemingway's original version of “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.”。
A Clean, Well-Lighted PlaceBY ERNEST HEMINGWAYIt was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him."Last week he tried to commit suicide," one waiter said."Why?""He was in despair.""What about?""Nothing.""How do you know it was nothing?""He has plenty of money."They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and a soldier went by in the street. The street light shone on the brass number on his collar. The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him."The guard will pick him up," one waiter said."What does it matter if he gets what he's after?""He had better get off the street now. The guard will get him. They went by five minutes ago." The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to him."What do you want?"The old man looked at him. "Another brandy," he said."You'll be drunk," the waiter said. The old man looked at him. The waiter went away."He'll stay all night," he said to his colleague. "I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last week."The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man's table. He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy. "You should have killed yourself last week," he said to the deaf man. The old man motioned with his finger. "A little more," he said. The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile. "Thank you," the old man said. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again."He's drunk now," he said."He's drunk every night.""What did he want to kill himself for?""How should I know.""How did he do it?""He hung himself with a rope.""Who cut him down?""His niece.""Why did they do it?""Fear for his soul.""How much money has he got?""He's got plenty.""He must be eighty years old.""Anyway I should say he was eighty.""I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o'clock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?""He stays up because he likes it.""He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.""He had a wife once too.""A wife would be no good to him now.""You can't tell. He might be better with a wife.""His niece looks after him. You said she cut him down.""I know." "I wouldn't want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.""Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him." "I don't want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work."The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters."Another brandy," he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over. "Finished," he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners."No more tonight. Close now.""Another," said the old man."No. Finished." The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip. The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity."Why didn't you let him stay and drink?" the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. "It is not half-past two.""I want to go home to bed.""What is an hour?""More to me than to him.""An hour is the same.""You talk like an old man yourself. He can buy a bottle and drink at home.""It's not the same.""No, it is not," agreed the waiter with a wife. He did not wish to be unjust. He was only in a hurry. "And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?""Are you trying to insult me?""No, hombre, only to make a joke.""No," the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from pulling down the metal shutters. "I haveconfidence. I am all confidence.""You have youth, confidence, and a job," the older waiter said. "You have everything.""And what do you lack?""Everything but work.""You have everything I have.""No. I have never had confidence and I am not young.""Come on. Stop talking nonsense and lock up.""I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said."With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.""I want to go home and into bed.""We are of two different kinds," the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. "It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be some one who needs the cafe.""Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.""You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.""Good night," said the younger waiter."Good night," the other said. Turning off the electric light he continue d the conversation with himself. It was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y naday pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine."What's yours?" asked the barman."Nada.""Otro loco mas," said the barman and turned away."A little cup," said the waiter.The barman poured it for him."The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished, "the waiter said.The barman looked at him but did not answer. It was too late at night for conversation."You want another copita?" the barman asked."No, thank you," said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing. Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it's probably only insomnia. Many must have it.。
【导读】《一个干净明亮的地方》是海明威的早期作品,是一部典型的虚无主义小说,具有典型的海明威风格:文章以虚无思想为主题并大量使用简洁句。
【文化节选】It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty,but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on①him.“Last week he tried to commit suicide,”one waiter said.“Why?”“He was in despair②.”“What about?”“Nothing.”“How do you know it was nothing?”“He has plenty of money.”They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and a soldier went by in the street.The street light shone on the brass number on his collar. The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.“The guard will pick him up,”one waiter said.“What does it matter if he gets what he's after?”“He had better get off the street now. The guard will get him. They went by five minutes ago.”The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass.The younger waiter went over to him.“What do you want?”The old man looked at him.“Another brandy,”he said.“You'll be drunk,”the waiter said. The old man looked at him. The waiterwent away.“He'll stay all night,”he said to his colleague.“I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last week.”The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to③the old man's table.He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.“You should have killed yourself last week,”he said to the deaf man. The old man motioned with his finger.“A little more,”he said. The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile.“Thank you,”the old man said.The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again.“He's drunk now,”he said.“He's drunk every night.”“What did he want to kill himself for?”“How should I know.”“How did he do it?”“He hung himself with a rope.”“Who cut him down?”“His niece.”“Why did they do it?”“Fear for his soul.”“How much money has he got?”“He's got plenty.”“He must be eighty years old.”“Anyway I should say he was eighty.”“I wish he would go home.I never get to bed before three o'clock.What kind of hour is that to go to bed?”“He stays up because he likes it.”“He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.”“He had a wife once too.”“A wife would be no good to him now.”“You can't tell. He might be better with a wife.”“His niece looks after him. You said she cut him down.”“I know.”“I wouldn't want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.”“Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him.”“I don't want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for ④those who must work.”The old man looked from his glass across the square,then over at the waiters.“Another brandy,”he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over.“Finished,”he said,speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners.“No more tonight. Close now.”“Another.”said the old man.“No.Finished.”The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.The old man stood up,slowly counted the saucers,took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.时间很晚了,大家都离开餐馆,只有一个老人还坐在树叶挡住灯光的阴影里。
A Clean, Well-lighted PlaceErnest HemingwayIt was late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the daytime the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him."Last week he tried to commit suicide," one waiter said."Why?""He was in despair.""What about?""Nothing.""How do you know it was nothing?""He has plenty of money."They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind.The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to him."What do you want?"The old man looked at him. "Another brandy," he said."You'll be drunk," the waiter said. The old man looked at him. The waiter went away."He'll stay all night," he said to his colleague. "I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last week."The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man's table. He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table withhis colleague again.聽"I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o'clock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?""He stays up because he likes it.""He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.""He had a wife once too.""A wife would be no good to him now.""You can't tell. He might be better with a wife.""I wouldn't want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.""Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him.""I don't want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work."The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters. "Another brandy," he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over."Finished," he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. "No more tonight. Close now." "Another," said the old man."No. Finished." The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head. The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.聽"Why didn't you let him stay and drink?" the un hurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutter. "It is not half past two.""I want to go home to bed.""We are of two different kinds," the old waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.""Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.""You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.""Good night," said the younger waiter."Good night," the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It is the light of course, but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that the light was all it needed a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine. "What yours?" asked the barman."Nada.""Otro loco mas," said the barman and turned away."A little cup," said the waiter.The barman poured it for him."The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished," the waiter said.The barman looked at him but did not answer. It was too late at night for conversation. "You want another copita?" the barman asked."No, thank you," said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing. Now, without thinking further, he would home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go tosleep. After all, he said to himself, it was probably only insomnia. Many must have it.。
海明威一个干净明亮的地方(Hemingway a clean andbright place)海明威一个干净明亮的地方(Hemingway a clean and bright place)Hemingway: a clean and bright place (A Clean, Well-Lighted Place) BY ERNEST HEMINGWAYIt was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dewsettled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.It was very late, and everyone was leaving the restaurant, and only one old man was sitting in the shadow of the leaves blocking the light. During the day, the streets were covered with dust, and at night the dew settled the dust. The old man liked to sit very late, because he was deaf, and now it was quiet at night, and he felt different from the day. The two waiters in the restaurant knew that the old man was a little drunk, and although he was a good customer, they knew that if he was too drunk, he would leave without paying, so they kept watching him."Last week he tried to commit suicide", "one waiter said.""Why?""He was in despair."""What about?"""Nothing."""How do you know it was nothing?"""He has plenty of money."""He wanted to commit suicide last week," said a waiter."Why?" ""He's desperate.". ""Why despair?" ""It's okay.". ""How do you know it's okay?" ""He has a lot of money. "They sat together at a table that was close against the wall nearthe door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and a soldier went by in the street. The street light shone on the brass number on his collar. The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.They sat together at a restaurant close to the wall near the door of the table, looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty, only the old man sitting on the wind gently flowing in the shadow of the leaves. A girl and a soldier walked across the street. The lights in the brass number on his collar. The girl was walking beside him without a hat on."The guard will pick him up", "one waiter said.""What does it matter if he gets what he's after?"""He had better get off the street now. ago. The guard will get him. They went by five minutes""The old man sitting in the shadow rapped him. on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to"What do you want?""The old man looked at him. "Another brandy", "he said.""The guards will catch him," said a waiter.What does it matter if he gets what he's looking for? ""It's good for him to walk away from the street now. The guards will get him in trouble. They just passed through here five minutes ago. "The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with glass.The younger waiter went up to him."What do you want?" "The old man looked at him. "Another brandy," he said."You'll be drunk", "the waiter said. The old man looked at him. went The waiter away.""You're going to get drunk," said the waiter. The old man looked at him. The waiter walked away."He'll stay all night", "he said to his colleague." I'm sleepy now.I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have week. killed himself last""He's going to stay here all night," he said to his colleague. "I'm sleepy now. I never went to bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last week. "The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from thecounter inside brandy. the cafe and marched out to the old man's table. He put down the saucer and poured the of glass fullThe waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from thecounter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man on the table. He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy."You should have killed yourself last week he said to the," deafman. The old man motioned with his finger. A little more he said.The waiter, "poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped overand ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile." Thank you, "the old man said. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again."You should have killed yourself last week," he said to the deaf man. The old man flashed his fingers. "A little more," he said. The waiterand filled his glass of wine to spill out, down the first saucer steminto a saucer. "Thank you," the old man said. The waiter took the bottle back to the restaurant. He was sitting at the table with his colleague."He's drunk now", "he said.""He's drunk every night."""What did he want to kill himself for?"""How should I know."""How did he do it?"""He hung himself with a rope."""Who cut him down?"""He's drunk now," he said."He gets drunk every night. ""Why does he want to kill himself?" ""How do I know?". ""How did he kill himself last time?" ""He hanged himself with ropes. ""Who put him down?" ""His niece."""Why did they do it?"""Fear for his soul."""How much money has he got?" "He's got plenty."" "He must be eighty years old."""Anyway I should say he was eighty.""His niece. ""Why do you want to put him down?" ""Worry about his soul. ""How much money does he have?" ""He has a lot of money. ""He must be eighty years old. ""Anyway, I'm sure he's eighty years old. ""I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o'clock. What kind of hour is that go to to bed?"""I wish he would go home.". I never went to bed before three o'clock. What kind of sleeping time is that? ""He stays up because he likes it."""He doesn't sleep because he doesn't like sleeping. ""He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have me. a wife waiting in bed for""He's lonely. I'm not alone.I have a wife waiting for me in bed. ""He had a wife once too."""He once had a wife.". ""A wife would be no good to him now."""It's not good for him to have a wife at the moment. ""You can't tell. He might be better with a wife."""You can't say that. He may have better wives. ""His niece looks after him. You said she cut him down."""His niece will take care of him. You said she put him down. ""I know." "I wouldn't want to be that old. old An man thing. is a nasty"""I know. "I don't want to live that old.". The old man unkempt. ""Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him.""Not necessarily all of them. The old man is clean. He drank beer without spilling. Even though I'm drunk now. Look at him. ""I don't want to look at him. I work. wish he would go home. He hasno regard for those who must""I don't want to look at him. I want him to go home. He doesn't care about people who can't work. "The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over atthe waiters.The old man raised his head from his glass, looked at the square,and looked at the two waiters."Another brandy," he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who wasin a came hurry over."Another brandy," he said, pointing to the cup. The anxious waiterran by."Finished," "he said", speaking with that omission of syntax stupid now. people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. "Nomore tonight. Close"""No," he said, regardless of the syntax. "Stupid men say that whenthey talk to drunks or foreigners.". "It's gone tonight.". Closing up. ""Another," "said the old man.""One more cup," said the old man."No. Finished." The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and head. shook his"No, no," the waiter wiped the table with a towel and shook his head.The old man stood up slowly counted, the saucers, took a leathercoin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half apeseta tip. The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity.The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, hit his pocket with a coin from the pocket and paid for the drinks account, leaving half a peseta tip for. The waiter watched him go down the street, and the old man walked, though not steady, but very handsome."Why didn't you let him stay and drink?" the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. "It is not half-past two."""Why don't you let him stay and drink?" "The worried waiter asked. They're pulling down the shutters now. "It's not half past two. ""I want to go home to bed."""I'm going home to bed.". ""What is an hour?"""What's an hour?" ""More to me than to him."""He doesn't matter. I care.". ""An hour is the same."""It's an hour anyway. ""You talk like an old man yourself."他可以买一瓶酒在家喝。
海明威:一个干净明亮的地方It was very late and everyone had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.时间很晚了,大家都离开餐馆,只有一个老人还坐在树叶挡住灯光的阴影里。
白天里,街上尽是尘埃,到得晚上,露水压住了尘埃。
这个老人喜欢坐得很晚,因为他是个聋子,现在是夜里,十分寂静,他感觉得到跟白天的不同。
呆在餐馆里的两个侍者知道这老人有点儿醉了,他虽然是个好主顾,可是,他们知道,如果他喝得太醉了,他会不付账就走,所以他们一直在留神他。
"Last week he tried to commit suicide," one waiter said."Why?""He was in despair.""What about?""Nothing.""How do you know it was nothing?""He has plenty of money.""上个星期他想自杀,"一个侍者说。
一个干净明亮的地方读后感英文I love reading in a clean and bright environment. It's always a pleasure to sit down with a good book and be surrounded by cleanliness and natural light. The feeling of serenity and focus that comes with reading in such a space is truly unparalleled.在一个干净明亮的环境里读书总是令人愉悦的。
坐在一个明亮整洁的地方,专注地阅读一本好书,让人感到宁静和专注的感觉真的是无与伦比的。
The cleanliness of the environment is crucial to me when reading, as it helps create a peaceful and distraction-free atmosphere. Without the visual clutter and mess, I am able to fully engage with the content of the book and immerse myself in the world created by the author.环境的清洁对我阅读至关重要,因为它有助于营造一个宁静和没有干扰的氛围。
没有视觉上的混乱和杂乱无章,我能够完全投入到书籍的内容中,并沉浸在作者创造的世界中。
Moreover, the abundance of natural light in a space makes a huge difference in my reading experience. Natural light not only reduces eye strain, but also uplifts my mood and enhances my overall experience of reading. I find that I am able to concentrate for longer periods of time and truly make the most of my reading sessions when the space is well-lit.此外,空间中充足的自然光对我的阅读体验有很大的影响。
新教材高中英语:课时分层作业(三)Ⅰ.阅读理解A(2021·广西桂林高二期末)“Colour,colour,colour!”are the words of artist Eric Carle.Eric is like the king in the world of children's books.He has written over 70 children's books.His most famous book,The Very Hungry Caterpillar,is common on children's bookshelves all over the world.What most people don't know is that Eric also makes art for adults,which is called“ArtArt”.People didn't know about it,because he didn't show it to the public until he was 84 years old!Like Eric's children's books,his“ArtArt”is full of bright and clear colours.He says he loves colour so much because he missed it during the war in Germany.Eric was born in New York in 1929,but moved to Germany with his family when he was 6.When he was 10,World War Ⅱ began.He noticed that all the houses and buildings in his town were painted gray,brown or dark green.It was a sad time,and it seemed like there was no colour anywhere.At the end of the war,“when colour came back”,Eric explains,“I just loved it so much.I keep saying that I wish our eyes could see more colour.Colour is a very important part of my work.”That's true.Eric paints bright colours on paper,cuts out shapes,and then glues them onto another piece of paper.This method is called collage(拼贴艺术).In fact,it was what led Eric to his“ArtArt”.Eric's “ArtArt”includes large collages as well as paintings,photographs and even costumes.In all these works,he uses all kinds of colours—everything from purple to light green to orange.Now that's a lot of colours!【语篇解读】本文是一篇记叙文。
Mind Harbor——Appreciation of A Clean Well-Lighted Place When it comes to outstanding short story writers ,we can not help thinking of Ernest Hemingway.He is a representative figure of minimalist literature in the twentieth century.His works always based on his abundant experience especially experiencing a lot of wars.In the middle of twentieth century ,because of the first World War ,people became aimlessness and hopeless.The people ‘s spirit had been destroyed by the cruel war. They need someone to lead them to the light. That is why the characters made by Hemingway always can show great dignity under pressure in harsh environment.A Clean and Well-lighted Place is a typical short story which assumed Hemingway’s unique style.The story tells a ordinary thing happening in the cafe in a gentle way.We can only get though the simple dialogue between the two waiters to feel hollow in the old man ‘s inward world.The old man had nothing but money.He tried to commit suicide but saved by his niece.He sat in the shadow in cafe late at night unwilling to leave.And the two waiters talked about the old man.The younger waiter showed selfish and impatient. He could not figure out why the old man had much money still to kill himself.He had a wife who is waiting for him to go home , so he wanted the old deaf man to leave as soon as possible.In the opposite ,the older waiter acted out apprehension and sympathy.He preferred the old man staying for a while.He was pleased toaccompany the old man though the dark lonely night .In the end of the short story,the old man had already left.,and the cafe closed,the older waiter tried to go into a bar ,but he did not like it.At this time he was more deeply aware of a kind of loneliness.After reading this story, we know the important theme of this story is nothingness.Nearly all the characters live in Nothingness.The old man was hopeless ,he wanted to kill himself for escaping from the dark and loneliness .And the younger waiter thought that money can bring happiness .He was blindness and leading a meaningless life.There is no doubt that the older waiter is more clearer than the younger waiter.Due to the same life experience and the same no longer young reality ,he knew the old man’s suffering and comprehended him.The common point of all these characters is that they were not able to find a clean well-lighted place to repose their mind.There are not many characters,no complicated plot,no board scene in this short story.The author uses dramatic technique to make the characters time ,place,plot highly centralized.A total of more than two thousand words of this story.Most of these words are describe the conversation between the two waiter.The main character almost had no talk,no action in the story.The writer only used some simple words,short sentence without character analysis or environmental description.However,it gives a strong felt to the readers.In the older waiter’s monologue,repeated nada or nothingness a lot of times.Not only can stress the theme of this story,but also like a hammer hit the readers’heart.Except that ,Hemingway also used symbolic techniques in this work.Thefirst symbolism is”the shadow of the leaves”.It repeated three times in the story.The old man sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light.The shadow protected the old man away from external interference.Meanwhile he could see the world outside more clearly.Once he thought the best way to escape the worldly troubles is death.And now ,he found truly protection belonging to his own. In this clean well-lighted cafe,he can no longer face the loneliness and helplessness in life.The second one is”Brandy”.It means another shelter to the old man.It also helped the old man to find a peace land.Wine helped the old man to calm down,to forget past and present.Made him respectable live with dignity. The third symbolism is “a clean well-lighted place”.In this short story ,a clean well-lighted place is cafe where the two waiters work .In a sense ,the cafe ‘s signification is not only because of clean and well- lighted,but also it can provide a clean well-lighted place to the old man’s inner world.In this place,there are no dark,no loneliness,no trivial st but not the least one is”nothingness”.At the end of the story,the writer replaced the word”nothingness”with all the key words in the original prayer to God.It can been seen that the loss of the old man’s inner faith.In the old man and the older waiter’s eye,nothingness is everything,everything is nothing.The author believed all the material condition is nothingness.It is this nothingness sets off the actual feel which given by the cafe.History is a process of organic growth.The eternal pursuit of human beingis a pluralistic spiritual life rather than material needs.But human being progress is always accompanied by the roar of the knell.When people move towards the highly developed material civilization ,let oneself become empty and freaky at the same time.Spiritual and material growth together and mutual betrayal.Materialization is also a degree of harm to human beings.From my point of view,the purpose of writing this story is to emphasize the significance of light and peace in human life.When the world turns out to be in disorder,and when it is hopeless,people all the more need light and cleanliness to rebuild their lives.Hemingway tells us ,dignity is the power of life.We can only rely on this power to overcome the crisis of the soul.。
四年级英语图书保存单选题50题1. We should put the books ______ to keep them clean and tidy.A. on the floorB. on the bookshelfC. under the bedD. in the box at random答案:B。
解析:题目说要把书放在某个地方以保持干净整洁。
A选项“on the floor”地板上容易脏,不符合要求;C选项“under the bed”床下也不是专门保存书且易积灰的地方;D选项“in the box at random”随机放在盒子里不利于保持整齐,而B选项“on the bookshelf”书架是专门用来放书的地方,可以保持书的干净和整齐。
2. If you want to find the book easily, you can put it ______.A. in a cornerB. in the middle of the tableC. in a special drawer for booksD. behind the door答案:C。
解析:要容易找到书的话,A选项“in a corner”放在角落不容易被发现;B选项“in the middle of the table”书放在桌子中间比较杂乱,不是专门放书的地方;D选项“behind the door”门后也不是存放书以便容易找到的地方,C选项“in a special drawer for books”专门放书的抽屉便于寻找。
3. When we finish reading a book, we should put it back ______.A. anywhereB. in the kitchenC. on its original place on the bookshelfD. on the chair答案:C。
一个洁净、灯光明亮的地方厄内斯特·海明威夜色已深,顾客们皆已离去,只有一位老人独自坐在由灯光映照着的树叶投下的阴影里。
白天,这条街上总是尘土飞扬;入夜后,露水让灰尘平息下来。
老人喜欢坐到很晚,他虽已耳聋,却能感觉到此刻万籁俱寂,与白昼不同。
咖啡店里的两个侍者看出老人已经微醉了。
尽管他是老主顾,但他们知道,一旦喝到酩酊大醉,他也会不付钱就走的,所以他俩注意着他。
“上星期他曾想自杀。
”其中一个说。
“为什么?”“因为绝望。
”“为什么绝望?”“不为什么。
”“你怎么知道不为什么?”“他很有钱嘛。
”他们两人坐在店门旁边一张靠墙的桌前,看着露台,那儿的桌子都空着,只要这位老人坐在树叶投下的阴影里,树叶在风中轻轻摇曳。
坐在树影里的老人用玻璃杯碰茶碟。
年轻些的那个侍者走过去。
“要什么?”老人看着他说:“再来杯白兰地。
”“你会喝醉的。
”年轻人说。
老人只是看着他。
年轻人就走开了。
“他会在这儿坐通宵的。
”他对他的同事说。
“我困了。
我从来没有在三点以前上床睡觉。
他上周自杀真不该每死成。
”他从柜台里拿出白兰地酒瓶和茶蝶,大步走到老人桌旁,放下碟子,又把玻璃杯斟满了酒。
他把酒瓶送回屋里,重新挨着同伴在桌旁坐了下来。
“但愿他快点回去。
我从来没在三点钟以前睡过觉。
想想看,那个时辰才睡觉是啥滋味?”“他每天坐到这么晚。
他喜欢这样。
”“他太孤单了。
我可不一样,我有妻子在床上等着我回去哩。
”“从前他也有过妻子。
”“即使他现在有妻子,也不顶用。
”“那倒难说。
如果有个妻子,他也许比现在强些。
”“我可不想活到这么老。
老年人,邋里邋遢,讨人嫌。
”“你说的并不总对。
这个老头就挺干净。
他喝酒从不把酒洒出来。
你看,哪怕这会儿,他已醉了,也不。
”“我才不想看他哩。
我巴不得他快点走。
他完全不体谅我们这些靠干活儿挣饭吃的人。
”老人把目光从酒杯上移开,扫过整个露台,然后落在侍者身上。
“再来一杯白兰地。
”他指着酒杯说。
急着要回家的那个侍者走了过来。
一个干净明亮的地方(A clean bright place)
itwasverylateandeveryonehadleftthecafeexceptanoldmanwhosatintheshad owtheleavesofthetreemadeagainsttheelectriclight.inthedaytimethestreetw asdusty,butatnightthedewsettledthedustandtheoldmanlikedtositlatebecau sehewasdeafandnowatnightitwasquietandhefeltthedifference.thetwowaite rsinsidethecafeknewthattheoldmanwasalittledrunk,andwhilehewasagoodc lienttheyknewthatifhebecametoodrunkhewouldleavewithoutpaying,sothe ykeptwatchonhim.时间很晚了,大家都离开餐馆,只有一个老人还坐在树叶挡住灯光的阴影里。
白天里,街上尽是尘埃,到得晚上,露水压住了尘埃。
这个老人喜欢坐得很晚,因为他是个聋子,现在是夜里,十分寂静,他感觉得到跟白天的不同。
呆在餐馆里的两个侍者知道这老人有点儿醉了,他虽然是个好主顾,可是,他们知道,如果他喝得太醉了,他会不付账就走,所以他们一直在留神他。
"lastweekhetriedtocommitsuicide,"onewaitersaid."why?""hewasindespair. ""whatabout?""nothing.""howdoyouknowitwasnothing?""hehasplentyofm oney.""上个星期他想自杀,"一个侍者说。
"为什么?""他绝望啦。
""干吗绝望?""没事儿。
""你怎么知道是没事儿?""他有很多钱。
"theysattogetheratatablethatwascloseagainstthewallnearthedoorofthecafe andlookedattheterracewherethetableswereallemptyexceptwheretheoldma nsatintheshadowoftheleavesofthetreethatmovedslightlyinthewind.agirlan dasoldierwentbyinthestreet.thestreetlightshoneonthebrassnumberonhisco llar.thegirlworenoheadcoveringandhurriedbesidehim.他们一起坐在紧靠着餐馆大门墙边的桌旁,眼睛望着平台,那儿的桌子全都空无一人,只有那个老人坐在随风轻轻飘拂的树叶的阴影里。
有个少女和一个大兵走过大街。
街灯照在他那领章的铜号码上。
那个少女没戴帽子,在他身旁匆匆走着。
"theguardwillpickhimup,"onewaitersaid."whatdoesitmatterifhegetswhathe 'safter?""hehadbettergetoffthestreetnow.theguardwillgethim.theywentbyf iveminutesago."theoldmansittingintheshadowrappedonhissaucerwithhisgl ass.theyoungerwaiterwentovertohim.。