综合英语一上册第十一课lesson eleven

现代大学英语第一册第11课教案-CAL-FENGHAI-(2020YEAR-YICAI)_JINGBIANUnit 11 The Midnight VisitorBy Robert ArthurI. Warming-up Discussion1. In contrast to 007, what is the image of the secret agent called Ausable in The Midnight Visitor Try to describe him, please.007: young, strong, handsome, irresistible to women,Ausable: sloppy fat man, no threat to anyone, not even healthy, carries no guns,, he is no linguistic genius, lives in a hotel, communicates his comrades by ordinary telephone seems nothing mysterious but2. Being a secret agent so far away from the commonly accepted image, what is it that makes Ausable so uncommon? his wisdom.3．As the article pointed out, we are surrounded by many modern facilities. Did you ever benefit from any of the systemTell your classmates.4．Are the facilities mentioned in the article good or not according to your point of view?5．Are the facilities a kind of violation of your privacy?II. Phrases of Body Language1. to nod consent 点头表示同意2. to nod one's farewell 点头表示告别3. to nod as a sign of agreement or as a familiar greeting点头表示赞同或打招呼4. to hold one's head high 昂首挺胸（表示趾高气扬）5. to shake one's fist 挥动拳头（表示威胁）6. to shake one's head 摇头（表示不知道）7. to show a V sign 祝愿胜利或庆祝胜利8. to wink at a person 向某人眨眼睛9. to shrug one's shoulders 耸耸肩膀（表示冷淡或怀疑）10. to make a face 面部露出厌恶的表情11. to crook a finger 朝某人弯曲食指，是招人过来的意思212. to thumb one's nose 表示轻蔑或嘲弄（以大拇指按鼻，其余四指张开）13. to twiddle one's thumbs 无聊地绕动着两个大拇指，表示无所事事、懒散14. thumbs down 大拇指朝下，表示反对或拒绝的手势15. thumbs up 翘起大拇指，表示赞成或夸奖16. to thumb a lift 请求搭便车Text AnalysisI. Text GlimpseQuestions:1.What was Fowler’s first impression of Ausable?2. How did Fowler get his first thrilling experience of the day?3. How did Ausable deal with the situation?4. How did Ausable finally outwit Max?II. General AnalysisQuestions: How many parts can this text be divided into?Plot: Ausable appears helpless, but he gets rid of his deadly enemy without lifting a finger.Setting: a French hotel roomProtagonists: Ausable, Fowler, Max and a waiterStructure of the textPart 1 (para. 1- 5 ) about: Who Ausable is & why Fowler wants to see himPart 2 (para. 6-16 ) about: The unexpected visit of Ausable’s adversary(对手)Max Part 3 (para. 17-26) about: How Ausable outwits Max and makes him jump on the“balcony”.III. Detailed Analysis1. Making character sketches: physical appearance; how the person acts, talks, thinks and deals with person.2. Activities: 1) Retelling the text in your own words.2) Find words and phrases that can sum up our impressions of Ausable. Language understanding1. figure:1). symbol for a number He has an annual income of six figures.32). diagram The blackboard is covered with geometrical figures likesquares and triangles.3). human form: I saw a figure approaching in the darkness.She is now on a diet to keep her figure.4). person , esp. person of influencea great historical figure5) figure… out: calculate; think about until one understandsCan you figure out the total number?I can’t figure him out.2. risk:She is too sensible to take/run a risk when driving.We’ll take /run the risk of being late.He was determined to get there even at the risk of his life.v. risk+ n.risk+-ing To save that traveler, they had to risk getting caught in the storm.3. start n.[c]sudden movement of surprise, fear etc.He sat up with a start.The news gave him a start.startle vt. give a shock or surprise toShe was startled to see that man so pale.What startling news it was that the building caught fire!4. concerning: prep.This book deals with questions concerning C hina’s diplomatic policies. synonyms regardingwith reference towith respect to5. command:1). order The officer commanded his men to fire.The officer commanded that his men (should) fire.2). control; hold back c ommand oneself / one’s tempercommanding adj.He said in a commanding tone.He is now in a commanding position.6. blink: vt & vi. shut and open the eyes quicklyblink one’s eyes blink away one’s tearsblink the fact that… (fig) refuse to consider; ignore There is no denying the fact…47. gaze stare glance glimpsegaze (at): 尤指以赞赏、愉快、好奇或饶有兴趣的神态长时间地盯着看，常常达到出神的地步；stare (at): 尤指吃惊、恐惧、愤怒或无礼地瞪大眼睛目不转睛地看；glance: “看一眼” “扫视”，强调匆忙快速的动作过程；glimpse:“瞥见”，强调动作的偶然性和所见到事物的不充分、不全面。

Lesson Eleven Selling the Post (I)Russell Baker三十年代初，时值美国经济大萧条时期，一个小男孩的父亲去世，母亲带着他和妹妹在舅舅家生活。

小男孩成了一名获奖作家之后，以轻松、幽默的文笔和略带自嘲的口吻描述了他8岁到12岁之间，在母亲的安排下，推销杂志的尝试。

他记述了他母亲如何激发他奋发图强，甚至带有强迫性地将喜爱躲在屋里看书的他推向了外面充满竞争的世界。

本文生动地刻画了母子俩和兄妹俩截然不同的性格。

1 I began working in journalism when I was eight years old. It was my mother's idea. She wanted me to make something of myself and, after a leve-lheaded appraisal of my strengths, decided I had better start young if I was to have any chance of keeping up with the competition.2 The flaw in my character which she had already spotted was lack of gumption. My idea ofa perfect afternoon was lying in front of the radio rereading my favorite Big Little Book, Dick Tracy Meets Stooge Viller. My mother despised inactivity. Seeing me having a good time in repose, she was powerless to hide her disgust. "You've got no more gumption than a bump on a log, " she said. "Get out in the kitchen and help Doris do those dirty dishes. "3 My sister Doris, though two years younger than I, had enough gumption for a dozen people. She positively enjoyed washing dishes, making beds, and cleaning the house. When she was only seven she could carry a piece of shortweighted cheese back to the A & P, threaten the manager with legal action, and come back triumphantly with the full quarter-pound we'd paid for and a few ounces extra thrown in for forgiveness. Doris could have made something of herself if she hadn't been a girl. Because of this defect, however, the best she could hope for was a career as a nurse or schoolteacher, the only work that capable females were considered up to in those days.4 This must have saddened my mother, this twist of fate that had allocated all the gumption to the daughter and left her with a son who was content with Dick Tracy and Stooge Viller. If disappointed, though, she wasted no energy on self-pity. She would make me make something of myself whether I wanted to or not. "The Lord helps those who help themselves, " she said. That was the way her mind worked.5 She was realistic about the difficulty. Having sized up the material the Lord had given her to mold, she didn't overestimate what she could do with it. She didn't insist that I grow up to be President of the United States.6 Fifty years ago parents still asked boys if they wanted to grow up to be president, and asked it not jokingly but seriously. Many parents who were hardly more than paupers still believed their sons could do it. Abraham Lincoln had done it. We were only sixty-five years from Lincoln. Many a grandfather who walked among us could remember Lincoln's time. Men of grandfatherly age were the worst for asking if you wanted to grow up to be president. A surprising number of little boys said yes and meant it.7 I was asked many times myself. No, I would say, I didn't want to grow up to be president. My mother was present during one of these interrogations. An elderly uncle, having posed the usual question and exposed my lack of interest in the presidency, asked, "Well, what do you want to be when you grow up? "8 I loved to pick through trash piles and collect empty bottles, tin cans with pretty labels, and discarded magazines. The most desirable job on earth sprang instantly to mind. "I want to be a garbage man, " I said.9 My uncle smiled, but my mother had seen the first distressing evidence of a bump budding on a log. "Have a little gumption, Russell, " she said. Her calling me Russell was a signal of unhappiness. When she approved of me I was always "Buddy. "10 When I turned eight years old she decided that the job of starting me on the road toward making something of myself could no longer be safely delayed. "Buddy, " she said one day, "I want you to come home right after school this afternoon. Somebody's coming and I want you to meet him. "11 When I burst in that afternoon she was in conference in the parlor with an executive of the Curtis Publishing Company. She introduced me. He bent low from the waist and shook my hand. Was it true as my mother had told him, he asked, that I longed for the opportunity to conquer the world of business?12 My mother replied that I was blessed with a rare determination to make something of myself.13 "That's right, " I whispered.14 "But have you got the grit, the character, the never-say-quit spirit it takes to succeed in business? "15 My mother said I certainly did.16 "That's right, " I said.17 He eyed me silently for a long pause, as though weighing whether I could be trusted to keep his confidence, then spoke man to-man. Before taking a crucial step, he said, he wanted to tell me that working for the Curtis Publishing Company placed enormous responsibility on a young man. It was one of the great companies of America. Perhaps the greatest publishing house in the world. I had heard, no doubt, of the Saturday Evening Post ?18 Heard of it? My mother said that everyone in our house had heard of the Saturday Evening Post and that I, in fact, read it with religious devotion.19 Then doubtless, he said, we were also familiar with those two monthly pillars of the magazine world, the Ladies Home Journal and the Country Gentleman.20 Indeed we were familiar with them, said my mother.21 Representing the Saturday Evening Post was one of the weightiest honors that could be bestowed in the world of business, he said. He was personally proud of being a part of that great corporation.22 My mother said he had every right to be.23 Again he studied me as though debating whether I was worthy of a knighthood. Finally: "Are you trustworthy? "24 My mother said I was the soul of honesty.25 "That's right, " I said.26 The caller smiled for the first time. He told me I was a lucky young man. He admired my spunk. Too many young men thought life was all play. Those young men would not go far in this world. Only a young man willing to work and save and keep his face washed and his hair neatly combed could hope to come out on top in a world such as ours. Did I truly and sincerely believe that I was such a young man?27 "He certainly does, " said my mother.28 "That's right, " I said.29 He said he had been so impressed by what he has seen of me that he was going to makeme a representative of the Curtis Publishing Company. On the following Tuesday, he said, thirty freshly printed copies of the Saturday Evening Post would be delivered at our door. I would place these magazines, still damp with the ink of presses, in a handsome canvas bag, sling it over my shoulder, and set forth through the streets to bring the best in journalism, fiction, and cartoons to the American public.30 He had brought the canvas bag with him. He presented it with reverence fit for a religious object. He showed me how to drape the sling over my left shoulder and across the chest so that the pouch lay easily accessible to my right hand, allowing the best in journalism, fiction, and cartoons to be swiftly extracted and sold to a citizenry whose happiness and security depended upon us soldiers of the free press.31 The following Tuesday I raced home from school, put the bag over my shoulder, dumped the magazines in, and, tilting to the left to balance their weight on my right hip, embarked on the highway of journalism.11 推销《星期六晚间邮报》八岁时我开始在新闻界工作，那是我母亲的主意。