大学英语第四册精读第七单元MP3及文本
新通用大学英语综合教程第四册课件及答案unit07
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New Words Proper Names
Part 1 Talk About Ads
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A Sound Bites B Pair Work
A Sound Bites
Read and listen to a couple talking about ads in a catalog.
B Pair Work
6.Associate positive qualities with a product
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Promote a product with words and ideas having positive meanings and associations
7.Provide testimonials
Exercise B
Exercise A
Match each statement with the person who said it.
Herb ____ 1. It’s not as informative as it used to be. It’s more hypnotic. Matt ____ 2. ―… if I see something on TV and it’s funny, I’ll chuckle.‖ Blanche3. ―… I think there’s too much of it. And I don’t pay too much attention ____ to it.‖ Elli ____ 4. ―So I doubt that they’re very effective in my case, as a consumer, even though I might love them and think they’re brilliant.‖
大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译
大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译Unit 1TextTwo college-age boys, unaware that making money usually involves hard work, are tempted by an advertisement that promises them an easy way to earn a lot of money. The boys soon learn that if something seems to good to be true, it probably is.BIG BUCKS THE EASY WAYJohn G. Hubbell "You ought to look into this," I suggested to our two college-age sons. "It might be a way to avoid the indignity of having to ask for money all the time." I handed them some magazines in a plastic bag someone bad hung on our doorknob. A message printed on the bag offered leisurely, lucrative work ("Big Bucks the Easy Way!") of delivering more such bags."I don't mind the indignity," the older one answered."I can live with it," his brother agreed."But it pains me," I said，"to find that you both have been panhandling so long that it no longer embarrasses you."The boys said they would look into the magazine-delivery thing. Pleased, I left town on a business trip. By midnight I was comfortably settled in a hotel room far from home. The phone rang. It was my wife. She wanted to know how my day had gone."Great!" I enthused. "How was your day?"I inquired."Super!" She snapped. "Just super! And it's only getting started. Another truck just pulled up out front.""Another truck?""The third one this evening. The first delivered four thousand Montgomery Wards. The second brought four thousand Sears, Roebucks. I don't know what this one has, but I'm sure it will be four thousand of something. Since you are responsible, I thought you might like to know what's happening.What I was being blamed for, it turned out, was a newspaper strike which made it necessary to hand-deliver the advertising inserts that normally are included with the Sunday paper. The company had promised our boys $600 for delivering these inserts to 4,000 houses by Sunday morning."Piece of cake!" our older college son had shouted." Six hundred bucks!" His brother had echoed, "And we can do the job in two hours!""Both the Sears and Ward ads are four newspaper-size pages," my wife informed me. "There are thirty-two thousand pages of advertising on our porch. Even as we speak, two big guys are carrying armloads of paper up the walk. What do we do about all this?""Just tell the boys to get busy," I instructed. "They're college men. They'll do what they have to do."At noon the following day I returned to the hotel and found an urgent message to telephonemy wife. Her voice was unnaturally high and quavering. There had been several more truckloads of ad inserts. "They're for department stores, dime stores, drugstores, grocery stores, auto stores and so on. Some are whole magazine sections. We have hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of pages of advertising here! They are crammed wall-to-wall all through the house in stacks taller than your oldest son. There's only enough room for people to walk in, take one each of the eleven inserts, roll them together, slip a rubber band around them and slide them into a plastic bag. We have enough plastic bags to supply every takeout restaurant in America!" Her voice kept rising, as if working its way out of the range of the human ear. "All this must be delivered by seven o'clock Sunday morning.""Well, you had better get those guys banding and sliding as fast as they can, and I'll talk to you later. Got a lunch date.When I returned, there was another urgentcall from my wife."Did you have a nice lunch?" she asked sweetly. I had had a marvelous steak, but knew better by now than to say so."Awful," I reported. "Some sort of sour fish. Eel, I think.""Good. Your college sons have hired their younger brothers and sisters and a couple of neighborhood children to help for five dollars each. Assembly lines have been set up. In the language of diplomacy, there is 'movement.'""That's encouraging.""No, it's not," she corrected. "It's very discouraging. They're been as it for hours. Plastic bags have been filled and piled to the ceiling, but all this hasn't made a dent, not a dent, in the situation! It's almost as if the inserts keep reproducing themselves!""Another thing," she continued. "Your college sons must learn that one does not get the best out of employees by threatening them with bodily harm.Obtaining an audience with son NO. 1, I snarled, "I'll kill you if threaten one of those kids again! Idiot! You should be offering a bonus of a dollar every hour to the worker who fills the most bags."But that would cut into our profit," he suggested."There won't be any profit unless those kids enable you to make all the deliveries on time. If they don't, you two will have to remove all that paper by yourselves. And there will be no eating or sleeping until it is removed."There was a short, thoughtful silence. Then he said, "Dad, you have just worked a profound change in my personality.""Do it!""Yes, sir!"By the following evening, there was much for my wife to report. The bonus program had worked until someone demanded to see the color of cash. Then some activist on the work force claimed that the workers had no businesssettling for $5 and a few competitive bonuses while the bossed collected hundreds of dollars each. The organizer had declared that all the workers were entitled to $5 per hour! They would not work another minute until the bosses agreed.The strike lasted less than two hours. In mediation, the parties agreed on $2 per hour. Gradually, the huge stacks began to shrink.As it turned out, the job was completed three hours before Sunday's 7 a.m. deadline. By the time I arrived home, the boys had already settled their accounts: $150 in labor costs, $40 for gasoline, and a like amountfor gifts—boxes of candy for saintly neighbors who had volunteered station wagons and help in delivery and dozen roses for their mother. This left them with $185 each — about two-thirds the minimum wage for the 91 hours they worked. Still, it was "enough", as one of them put it, to enable them to "avoid indignity" for quite a while.All went well for some weeks. Then one Saturday morning my attention was drawn to the odd goings-on of our two youngest sons. They kept carrying carton after carton from various corners of the house out the front door to curbside. I assumed their mother had enlisted them to remove junk for a trash pickup. Then I overheard them discussing finances."Geez, we're going to make a lot of money!""We're going to be rich!"Investigation revealed that they were offering " for sale or rent" our entire library."No! No!" I cried. "You can't sell our books!""Geez, Dad, we thought you were done with them!""You're never 'done' with books," I tried to explain."Sure you are. You read them, and you're done with them. That's it. Then you might as well make a little money from them. We wantedto avoid the indignity of having to ask you for……"一个大学男孩，不清楚赚钱需要付出艰苦的劳动，被一份许诺轻松赚大钱的广告吸引了。
新视野大学英语第四册-unit7A-The-coming-energy-crisis
Unit 7The coming energy crisis日益逼近的能源危机Two hundred years ago, the world experienced an energy revolution that launched the Industrial Age. Ever since then, with the rapid increase of population density, the industrialized world's thirst for energy has more than tripled. Petroleum and natural gas are exploited as versatile and high quality energy products. Uranium is also tapped to fuel nuclear reactors and provide atomic energy.两百年前，全球经历了一场能源革命，由此引发了工业时代的到来。
从那时起，随着人口密度的迅速增加，工业国家对于能源的需求成倍成倍增加。
石油和天然气被看作是用途多、质量好的能源产品而得到开发，而铀也得以开发，为核反应堆提供燃料并供应原子能源。
Cheap energy is the lifeblood of human society. But there is a dark side to the near monopoly of non-renewable fossil fuels like coal, oil and natural gas, along with controversial uranium, to supply our growing energy demands. The supply of these fuels is physically limited, and their use threatens our health and environment. Multiple international treaties have been proposed to limit the use of fossil fuels for this very reason. Fears of global warming aside, burning fossil fuels releases chemicals andparticulates that can cause breathing problems, cancer as well as brain and nerve damage. Nuclear energy, once hailed as "too cheap to meter", has never been economically successful when all costs are factored in. Furthermore, public opinion polls show nuclear energy is too closely associated with disasters like the Chernobyl reactor meltdown and the Fukushima explosion, and with the danger that: rebel insurgents could do damage with the toxic waste. Inexpensive and seemingly abundant non-renewable energy from dead plants and extinct animals fueled the 20th century economy, but geologists, climatologists, environmentalists, and many others are warning that the honeymoon may soon be over.廉价能源是人类社会的命脉。
大学英语精读四unit 7
Find evidence for the following
• The author made a living by writing. She had read a book of mine. • He tried to maintain the high taste of life.
If I cut coffee for the next two weeks • People with rich experiences know better how to deal with flattery. I was flattered and was too young to have learned to say no to a woman.
comedies
Lady Frederick 1912 《弗雷德里克夫人》
Our Betters
1923
《比我们高贵的人们》
The Constant Wife
1925
《忠实的妻子》
The Sacred Flame
1928
《圣火》
The Breadwinner
1930
《养家活口的人》
Warm-Up Questions
What can you infer from the following?
I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. If I cut out coffee for the next two months I could manage well enough. She ate the caviare and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. I watched the wicked woman thrust them down her throat in large mouthfuls. I was past caring now.
21世纪大学英语第四册Unit7课文详解（读写教程）
21世纪⼤学英语第四册Unit7课⽂详解（读写教程） 导语：运⾏成功的公司⼀般都会有⾃⼰的⼯作规则，下⾯是⼀篇关于这⽅⾯的英语课⽂，欢迎⼤家来学习。
Running a Successful Company: Ten Rules that Worked for Me Sam Walton A whole lot has changed about the retailing business in the forty-seven years we've been in it—including some of my theories. We've changed our minds about some significant things along the way and adopted some new principles — particularly about the concept of partnership in a corporation. But most of the values and the rules and the techniques we've relied on have stayed the same the whole way. Some of them are such simple commonsense old favorites that they hardly seem worth mentioning. This isn't the first time that I've been asked to come up with a list of rules for success, but it is the first time I've actually sat down and done it. I'm glad 1 did because it's been a revealing exercise for me. I do seem to have a couple of dozen things that I've singled out at one time or another as the "key" to the whole thing. One I don't even have on my list is "work hard." If you don't know that already, or you're not willing to do it, you probably won't be going far enough to need my list anyway. And another I didn't include on the list is the idea of building a team. If you want to build an enterprise of any size at all, it almost goes without saying that you absolutely must create a team of people who work together and give real meaning to that overused word "teamwork." To me, that's more the goal of the whole thing, rather than some way to get there. I believe in always having goals, and always setting them high. I can certainly tell you that the folks at Wal-Mart have always had goals in front of them. In fact, we have sometimes built real scoreboards on the stage at Saturday morning meetings. One more thing. If you're really looking for my advice here, trying to get something serious out of this exercise I put myself through, remember: these rules are not in any way intended to be the Ten Commandments of Business. They are some rules that worked for me. But I always prided myself on breaking everybody else's rules, and I always favored the mavericks who challenged my rules. I may have fought them all the way, but I respected them, and, in the end, I listened to them a lot more closely than I did the pack who always agreed with everything I said. So pay special attention to Rule 10, and if you interpret it in the right spirit — as it applies to you — it could mean simply: Break All the Rules. For what they're worth, here they are. Sam's Rules for Building a Business: RULE 1: COMMIT to your business. Believe in it more than anybody else. I think I overcame every single one of my personal shortcomings by the sheer passion I brought to my work. I don't know if you're born with this kind of passion, or if you can learn it. But I do know you need it. If you love your work, you'll be out there every day trying to do it the best you possibly can, and pretty soon everybody around will catch the passion from you — like a fever. RULE 2: SHARE your profits with all your associates, and treat them as partners. In turn, they will treat you as a partner, and together you will all perform beyond your wildest expectations. Remain a corporation and retain control if you like, but behave as a servant leader in a partnership. Encourage your associates to hold a stake in the company. Offer discounted stock, and grant them stock for their retirement. It's the single best thing we ever did. RULE 3: MOTIVATE your partners. Money and ownership alone aren't enough. Constantly, day by day, think of new and more interesting ways to motivate and challenge your partners. Set high goals, encourage competition, and then keep score. Make bets with outrageous payoffs. If things get stale, cross-pollinate; have managers switch jobs with one another to stay challenged. Keep everybody guessing as to what your next trick is going to be. Don't become too predictable. RULE 4: COMMUNICATE everything you possibly can to your partners. The more they know, the more they'll understand. The more they understand, the more they'll care. Once they care, there's no stopping them. If you don't trust your associates to know what's going on, they'll know you don't really consider them partners. Information is power, and the gain you get from empowering your associates more than offsets the risk of informing your competitors. RULE 5: APPRECIATE everything your associates do for the business. A paycheck and a stock option will buy one kind of loyalty. But all of us like to be told how much somebody appreciates what we do for them. We like to hear it often, and especially when we have done something we're really proud of. Nothing else can quite substitute for a few well-chosen, well-timed, sincere words of praise. They're absolutely free — and worth a fortune. RULE 6: CELEBRATE your successes. Find some humor in your failures. Don't take yourself so seriously. Loosen up, and everybody around you will loosen up. Have fun. Show enthusiasm — always. When all else fails, put on a costume and sing a silly song. Then make everybody else sing with you. Don't do a hula on Wall Street like I did. Think up your own stunt. All of this is more important, and more fun, than you think, and it really fools the competition. "Why should we take those cornballs at Wal-Mart seriously?" RULE 7: LISTEN to everyone in your company. And figure out ways to get them talking. The folks on the front lines — the ones who actually talk to the customer — are the only ones who really know what's going on out there. You'd better find out what they know. This really is what total quality is all about. To push responsibility down in your organization, and to force good ideas to bubble up within it, you must listen to what your associates are trying to tell you. RULE 8: EXCEED your customers' expectations. If you do, they'll come back over and over. Give them what they want — and a little more. Let them know you appreciate them. Fix all your mistakes, and don't make excuses — apologize. Stand behind everything you do. The two most important words I ever wrote were on that first Wal-Mart sign: "Satisfaction Guaranteed." They're still up there, and they have made all the difference. RULE 9: CONTROL your expenses better than your competition. This is where you can always find the competitive advantage. For twenty-five years running long before Wal-Mart was known as the nation's largest retailer — we ranked number one in our industry for the lowest ratio of expenses to sales. You can make a lot of different mistakes and still recover if you run an efficient operation. Or you can be brilliant and still go out of business if you're too inefficient. RULE 10: SWIM upstream. Go the other way. Ignore the conventional wisdom. If everybody else is doing it one way, there's a good chance you can find your niche by going in exactly the opposite direction. But be prepared for a lot of folks to wave you down and tell you you're headed the wrong way. I guess in all my years, what I heard more often than anything was: a town of less than 50,000 population cannot support a discount store for very long. Those are some pretty ordinary rules, some would say even simplistic. The hard part, the real challenge, is to constantly figure out ways to execute them. You can't just keep doing what works one time, because everything around you is always changing. To succeed, you have to stay out in front of that change. New Words partnership n. the state of being a partner or partners, esp. in a business; a group of two or more people working, playing, etc. together as partners;a business with two or more owners 合伙(关系);伙伴(关系);合伙企业 common sense n. practical good sense gained from experience of life, not by special study 常识;(由实际⽣活经验得来的)判断⼒ commonsense a. having or showing practical good sense; sensible; practical; clear 有常识的;明⽩事理的;注重实际的;清楚明⽩的 revealing a. 有启迪作⽤的，发⼈深省的 reveal vt. make (facts, etc.) known 揭⽰，揭露;透露 enterprise n. a business company or firm 企业单位，公司 overuse vt. use (sth.) too much or too often 使⽤…过多;使⽤…过度 teamwork n. organized effort as a team 协同⼯作，配合 scoreboard n. a board on which a score is shown 记分牌，⽰分牌;(商业活动等的)记录牌 commandment n. 1. command; order 戒律;命令 2. (in the Bible) any of the Ten Commandments, ten laws given by God to the Jews (基督教⼗诫中的`)⼀诫 maverick n. a person with independent or unusual views 持不同意见者;持异议者 pack n. a gang or band of people ⼀帮⼈，⼀伙⼈ partner n. a person who takes part in an activity with another or others, esp. one of the owners of a business 合伙⼈，股东;伙伴，同伙 discount n. amount of money taken off the cost of sth. (价格等的)折扣 v. 打折扣出售(商品等) bet n. an arrangement to risk money, etc. on an event of which the result is doubtful 打赌 outrageous a. very shocking and unacceptable; very unusual and quite shocking 惊⼈的;肆⽆忌惮的，毫⽆节制 payoff n. a deserved reward or punishment 报偿;惩罚 stale a. no longer interesting or exciting because of having been heard, done, etc. too often before; not new 因陈旧⽽乏味的，过时的;没有新意的 cross-pollinate v. fertilize a plant with pollen from a different type of plant (使)异花传粉 predictable a. (of a person) behaving in a way that can be predicted 可预⾔的;可预料的，可预计的;(贬)按⽼⼀套办事的 empower vt. give (sb.) the power or authority to act 授权给 offset v. compensate for (sth.); balance (sth.) 补偿，抵消 competitor n. a person or an organization that competes against others, esp. in business 竞争者;⽐赛者;对⼿;敌⼿ loyalty n. the quality of being true and faithful in one's support of sb./sth. 忠诚，忠⼼耿耿 well-chosen a. carefully selected (used esp. of words) 仔细斟酌过的，合适的，恰当的 well-timed a. done, said, etc. at the right time or at an appropriate time 适时的，不早不晚的，及时的 hula n. Hawaiian performance that includes dance, gesture, and chanting (美国夏威夷的波利尼西亚⼥⼦跳的⼀种动作类似哑剧的)呼拉舞，草裙舞 stunt n. an unusual act designed to attract attention 惊⼈的表演，绝技;惊险动作 cornball n. (U.S. Slang) an unsophisticated person;rube;hick (美俚)头脑简单的⼈;乡巴佬;⼟包⼦ retailer n. a person who sells goods to the general public 零售商 ratio n. a relation between two amounts, which shows how many times one contains the other ⽐;⽐率;⽐例 inefficient a. (of a person or an organization) failing to make the best use of the available time and resources ⽆效率的 upstream ad. & a. in the direction from which a river, etc. flows; against the current 逆流(的);往上游(的) conventional wisdom the opinion that most people consider to be normal and right ⼀般⼈的意见，流⾏的看法 niche n. a suitable position, place, job, etc. 合适的位置(或地⽅、职务等) simplistic a. making difficult problems, issues, ideas, etc. seem much simpler than they really are, e.g. in order to conceal sth. (把复杂问题)过分简单化的;被过分简单化的 execute vt. do or perform (what one is asked or told to do) 实⾏，实施;执⾏，履⾏ execution n. 实⾏;执⾏，履⾏ Phrases and Expressions come up with find or produce (an answer, etc.) 提出，想出 single out choose (sb./sth.) from a group, e.g. for special attention 选出，挑出 at one time or another 在某个时候 go without saying be very obvious or natural 不⽤说，不⾔⽽喻 put...through make (sb.) experience (sth. very difficult or unpleasant) 使…经受 pride oneself on be proud of 以…⾃豪 in the end at last;finally 最终;最后 commit to devote oneself to (a certain cause, position, opinion, or course of action) 献⾝于 loosen up relax (使)放松 think up produce (an idea or a plan): invent or devise (sth.) 想出;设计出，发明 figure out come up with; come to understand or discover by thinking (美⼝)想出;理解，明⽩ bubble up move upward in or as if in bubbles; emerge from below 往上冒泡;涌现 stand behind be responsible for 对…负责 go out of business become bankrupt 破产;倒闭;歇业 wave down signal to (a vehicle or its driver) to stop, by waving one's hand 挥⼿⽰意(车辆、司机)停下 Proper Names Sam Walton 萨姆·沃尔顿(1918—1922，美国企业家) Wal-Mart 沃尔 — 玛特商场(由萨姆·沃尔顿于1962年开办) Wall Street 华尔街(美国纽约市曼哈顿区南部的⼀条街道，是美国⾦融机构的集中地，现常作美国⾦融市场或⾦融界的代名词)。
现代大学英语 精读4 LESSON 7 课后答案
现代大学英语精读4LESSON 7 课后答案Pre-class Work2. List all the useful idioms and phrases in the text that are new to you and look up their proper usage in the dictionary.9) a cluster of 10) to spit on11) in the name of God 12) to be on fire13) to assert one’s manhood14) to turn up the soil 15) to drive out fear16) to be unconscious of 17) to be dotted with18) to cock one’s head sideways19) out in the open20) to rob sb of his/her appetite21) (of joy) to sweep over sb.22) to walk hand in hand9) 一群；一组；一串10) 向…吐唾沫11) 用上帝的名义12)失火，着火13）表现自己的男子气概14) 把地翻起15) 排除恐惧16) 不知道，未察觉17) 点缀着18) 侧身把头歪19) 在公开 ; 在野外20)使人失去胃口21)（某种情绪）掠过心头22) 携手同行ⅡVocabulary1.translate1)i nto Chinese.（1）火尚未熄灭的煤块（2）他那满是雀斑的脸（3）浅色的胡子（4）在后面/后部（5）粗糙的土布衣服（6）春播（7）事件的逼近（8）一个精明的妇女（9）一家之主（10）生牛皮鞋（11）砰砰直跳的心（12）村落（13）一小块地（14）突然一股反抗的心理（15）一块狭长的地（16）条纹毛料衬衫（17）嘎吱嘎吱/沙沙的声音（18）奴隶主（19）热切而严厉的神色（20）头脑简单的人2)Into English.(1)to rake out the live coals(2) to scatter the darkness(3) to open up the earth(4) to prepare for spring sowing(5) to fall over a basket(6) to put (have) one’s arms around sb’s waist(7) to give birth to (8) to rest sth on some place(9) to take hold of sth (10) to manure the field(11) to spit on one’s hands(12) to peg a line at each end(13) to spread sth over a place(14) to assert one’s manhood(15) to subjugate the earth (16) to till the land(17) to take a long draught of(18) to munch bread and butter(19) to bend one’s back(20) to vanish from one’s mind(21) to cross one’s mind (22) to feed the pigs(23) to straighten oneself(24) to rob sb of his/her appetite(25) to blow at the fire (26) to sweep over sb(27) to carry a long way(28) to overpower other feelings3. Translate.1) Zhuge Liang pretended to be very calm and succeed in fooling Sima Yi who didn’t know that the city wasreally unguarded.2) He pretended that nothing had happened.3) She pretended to be listening, but actually her mind had already wandered far away.4) I don’t want to pretend that I’m an expert on this subject.5) How would you compare your life today with your life before the reform started?6) If you compare American students with Chinese students, you’ll find some interesting similarities and differences.7) Social Darwinists believe that we can compare our human society to the animal world.8) These mass-produced chickens do not compare with the chickens we used to raise at home.9) Our experts to that region increased by 30% compared with the same period the previous year. 10) The water-pipe has burst. We must get it fixed immediately.11) It sounded like the bursting of a balloon.12) As usual, the Giant Panda House was bursting with children.13) You can see that the students are bursting with questions.14) There were about 800 people watching a play when some thirty armed terrorists burst into the theatre.15) The man was bursting to tell his fellow-traveler why he had pitched his suitcase out of the train window. 16) When the prisoners burst into song/ burst out singing, the prison warden was frightened.17) The spaceship left launching-pad and rose majestically, soon becoming a little dot.18) The whole area is now dotted with factories.19) The company has camp-sites dotted around the country.20) Young people are more likely to rebel against old traditions.21) He was quite a rebel at home even when he was a boy.22) He declared that all the rebels would be pardoned if they laid down their arms.4. Put the most appropriate words in the blanksBBAAC DADCA AD5. Show the difference between the following pairs or groups of words1) (1) bosom (2) chest (3) breast (4) breast (5) bosom (6) bosom (7) chest2) (1) verge (2) verge (3) border (4) edge (5) brim (6) rims (7) edge3) (1) swear (2) curse; curse (3) cursing/ abusing/ swearing at (4) swore (5) abuse4) (1) scattered (2) spread (3) spread (4) scatter5) (1) soil (2) dirt (3) mud (4) earth; earth (5) land (6) earth6) (1) hop; leap; jump (2) hopping (3) jumped (4) jumped/ sprang (5) leap (6) sprang/ jumped (7) jumping6. Choose the appropriate adverb(s) given in the brackets to complete the sentence1) heartily greedily hungrily2) ferociously furiously fiercely3) wearily tiredly4) gruffly sharply sourly rudely5) proudly boastfully6) innocently7) mercilessly cruelly brutally8) oddly strangely9) calmly coolly10) triumphantly11) reasonably persuasively convincingly12) completely entirely13) dramatically greatly enormously14) clearly obviously evidently plainly ; clearly15) ultimately16) precisely simply17) uncritically blindly18) hastily hurriedly7. Choose the best word or phrase for each blank from the four supplied in brackets(1) advantage of (2) offering (3) hurry (4) fun (5) which (6) interests (7) role (8) typical (9) opportunity (10) on (11) might (12) passengers (13) in (14) will have figured (15) actuallyⅢ.Grammar3. Translate the sentences using “as”1) Everything at the interview worked out as I had expected.2) He was highly respected both as a leader and as a man.3) I’m speaking to you not as an instructor, but as a friend.4) The heavy weight champion lifted the safe as easily as we lifea chair.5) As the newspaper reports, the Japanese Prime Minister’s visit to North Korea is of great significance.6) As everyone knows, China is a developing country, and only as such will she enter the WTO.7) The United States of America is often described as the land of the almighty dollar.8) Their houseguest who was introduced as a distant relative of the family was actually a plain-clothes FBI agent.9) As an outsider, I think (that) the business of artists is to show the world as they see it, not to make it better in their works.4. Complete the following sentences with an absolute construction.1) The next day’s lecture prepared, the students’ essays graded2) the living-room decorated with lanterns, a great variety offood being prepared3) some playing basketball, others running around the track, still others doing warming-up exercises4) his voice ringing with conviction5) The hostages saved, the terrorists overcome6) his cigar lit, his whiskey glass filled7) her courage remaining unwavering before the fodder chopper8) the five-star red flag being hoisted, the March of the V olunteers being played9) her shoulders bent low, her hair streaming in the wind10) the 3phones ringing at the same time, people coming in and out, messages flashing on the computer screen.5. Put the verbs in brackets in the correct form.1) was marked; have had moving; has become; has facilitated2) Reading; called; printed; used; refers; presented; be downloaded; used3) had not passed; was; was hidden; hung; suspended; walked; holding; worked; leading; came; be seen6. Complete each of the following sentences with the mostlikely answer.CDADA DBBAB ACDBA C。
现代大学英语精读第四册课文原文
Lesson 1Thinking as a HobbyWilliam GoldingWhile I was still a boy, I came to the conclusion that there were three grades of thinking;and thatI myself could not think at all.It was the headmaster of my grammar school who first brought the subject of thinkingbefore me.He had somestatuettes in his study. They stood on a high cupboard behind his desk. One was a lady wearing nothing but a bath towel. She seemed frozen in an eternal panic lest the bath towelslip down any farther, and since she had no arms, she was in an unfortunate position to pull the towel up again. Next to her, crouched the statuette of a leopard, ready to spring down at the top drawer of a filing cabinet. Beyond the leopard was a naked, muscular gentleman, who sat, looking down, with his chin on his fist and his elbow on his knee. He seemed utterly miserable.Some time later, I learned about these statuettes. The headmaster had placed them where they would face delinquent children, because they symbolized to him to whole of life. The naked ladywas the Venus. She was Love. She was not worried about the towel. She was just busy being beautiful. The leopard was Nature, and he was being natural. The naked, muscular gentleman was not miserable. He was Rodin's Thinker, an image of pure thought.I had better explain that I was a frequent visitor to the headmaster's study, because of the latest thing I had done or left undone. As we now say, I was not integrated. I was, if anything, disintegrated. Whenever Ifound myself in a penal position before the headmaster's desk, I would sink my head, and writhe one shoe over the other.The headmaster would look at me and say,"What are wegoing to do with you?"Well, what were they going to do with me? I would writhe my shoe some more and staredown atthe worn rug."Look up, boy! Can't you look up?"Then I would look at the cupboard, where the naked lady was frozen in her panic and themuscular gentleman contemplated the hindquarters of the leopard in endless gloom. I had nothing to say to the headmaster. His spectacles caught the light so that you could see nothing human behind them. There was no possibility of communication."Don't you ever think at all?"No, I didn't think, wasn't thinking, couldn't think - I was simply waiting in anguish for theinterview to stop."Then you'd better learn - hadn't you?"On one occasion the headmaster leaped to his feet, reached up and put Rodin's masterpiece onthe desk before me."That's what a man looks like when he's really thinking."Clearly there was something missing in me. Nature had endowed the rest of the human race witha sixth sense and left me out. But like someone born deaf, but bitterly determined to find outabout sound, I watched my teachers to find outabout thought.There was Mr. Houghton. He was always telling me to think. With a modest satisfaction, he would tell that he had thought a bit himself. Then why did he spend so much time drinking? Or was there more sense in drinking than there appeared to be? But if not, and if drinking were in fact ruinous to health - and Mr. Houghton was ruined, there was no doubt about that - why was he always talking about the clean life and the virtues of fresh air?Sometimes, exalted by his own oratory, he would leap from his desk and hustle usoutside into a hideous wind."Now, boys! Deep breaths! Feel it right down inside you - huge draughts of God's good air!"He would stand before us, put his hands on his waist and take a tremendous breath. You couldhear the wind trapped in his chest and struggling with all the unnatural impediments. His bodywould reel with shock and his face go white at the unaccustomed visitation. He would staggerback to his desk and collapse there, useless for the rest of the morning.Mr. Houghton was given to high-minded monologues about the good life, sexless and full of duty. Yet in the middle of one of these monologues, if a girl passed the window, his neck would turn of itself and he would watch her out of sight. In this instance, he seemed to me ruled not by thoughtbut by an invisible and irresistible spring in his nack.His neck was an object of great interest to me. Normally it bulged a bit over his collar.But Mr. Houghton had fought in the First World War alongside both Americans and French, and had cometo a settled detestation of both countries. If either country happened to be prominent in current affairs, no argument could make Mr. Houghton think well of it. He would bang the desk, his neck would bulge still further and go red. "You can say what you like," he would cry, "but I've thought about this - and I know what I think!"Mr. Houghton thought with his neck.This was my introduction to the nature of what is commonly called thought. Through them Idiscovered that thought is often full of unconscious prejudice, ignorance, and hypocrisy. It will lecture on disinterested purity while its neck is being remorselessly twisted toward a skirt. Technically, it is about as proficient as most businessmen's golf, as honest as most politician's intentions, or as coherent as most books that get written. It is what I came to call grade-three thinking, though more properly, it is feeling, rather than thought.True, often there is a kind of innocence in prejudices, but in those days I viewed grade-three thinking with contempt and mockery. I delighted to confront a pious lady who hated the Germans with the proposition that we should love our enemies. She taught me a great truth in dealing with grade-three thinkers; because of her, I no longer dismiss lightly a mental process which fornine-tenths of the population is the nearest they will ever get to thought. They have immense solidarity. We had better respect them, for we are outnumbered and surrounded. A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.Grade-two thinking is the detection of contradictions. Grade-two thinkers do not stampede easily, though often they fal linto the other fault and lag behind. Grade-two thinking is a withdrawal,with eyes and ears open. It destroys without having the power to create. It set me watching the crowds cheering His Majesty the King and asking myself what all the fuss was about, without giving me anything positive to put in the place of that heady patriotism. But there were compensations. To hear people justify their habit of hunting foxes by claiming that the foxes like it. To her our Prime Minister talk about the great benefit we conferred on India by jailing people like Nehru and Gandhi. To hear American politicians talk about peace and refuse to join the League of Nations. Yes, there were moments of delight.But I was growing toward adolescence and had to admit that Mr. Houghton was not the only one with an irresistible spring in his neck. I, too, felt the compulsive hand of nature and began to findthat pointing out contradiction could be costly as well as fun. There was Ruth, for example, a serious and attractive girl. I was an atheist at the time. And she was a Methodist. But, alas, instead of relying on the Holy Spirit to convert me, Ruth was foolish enough to open her pretty mouth in argument. She claimed that the Bible was literally inspired. I countered by saying thatthe Catholics believed in the literal inspiration of Saint Jerome's Vulgate, and the two books were different. Argument flagged.At last she remarked that there were an awful lot of Methodists and they couldn't bewrong, could they - not all those millions? That was too easy, said I restively (for the nearer you were to Ruth, the nicer she was to be near to) since there were more Roman Catholics than Methodists anyway; and they couldn't be wrong, could they - not all those hundreds of millions? An awfulflicker of doubt appeared in her eyes. I slid my arm round her waist and murmured that if wewere counting heads, the Buddhists were the boys for my money. She fled. The combination ofmy arm and those countless Buddhists was too much for her.That night her father visited my father and left, red-cheeked and indignant. I was given the thirddegree to find out what had happened. I lost Ruth and gained an undeserved reputation as a potential libertine.Grade-two thinking, though it filled life with fun and excitement, did not make for content. Tofind out the deficiencies of our elders satisfies the young ego but does not make for personal security. It took the swimmer some distance from the shore and left him there, out of his depth.A typical grade-two thinker will say, "What is truth?" There is still a higher grade of thought which says, "What is truth?" and sets out to find it.But these grade-one thinkers were few and far between. They did not visit my grammar school inthe flesh though they were there in books. I aspired to them, because I now saw my hobby as an unsatisfactory thing if it went no further. If you set out to climb a mountain, however high you climb, you have failed if you cannot reach the top.I therefore decided that I would be a grade-one thinker. I was irrelevant at the best of times. Political and religious systems, social customs, loyalties and traditions, they all came tumbling down like so many rotten apples off a tree. I came up in the end with what mustalways remainthe justification for grade-one thinking. I devised a coherent system for living. It was a moral system, which was wholly logical. Of course, as I readily admitted, conversion of the world to my way of thinking might be difficult, since my system did away with a number of trifles, such as big business, centralized government, armies, marriage...It was Ruth all over again. I had some very good friends who stood by me, and still do. But my acquaintances vanished, taking the girls with them. Young people seemed oddly contented withthe world as it was. A young navy officer got as red-necked as Mr. Houghton when I proposed a world without any battleships in it.Had the game gone too far? In those prewar days, I stood to lose a great deal, for the sake of a hobby.Now you are expecting me to describe how I saw the folly of my ways and came back to the warm nest, where prejudices are called loyalties, pointless actions are turned into customs by repetition, where we are content to say we think when all we do is feel.But you would be wrong. I dropped my hobby and turned professional.Lesson 2Waiting for the PoliceI wonder where Mr Wainwright's gone?' said Mrs Mayton.It didn't matter to her in the least where he had gone. All that mattered was that he paid his three guineas a week regularly for board and lodging. But life - and particularly evening life -wasnotoriously dull in her boarding-house, and every now and again one tried to whip up a little interest.`Did he go?' asked Monty Smith.It didn't matter to him, either, but he was as polite as he was pale, and he always did his best to keep any ball rolling.`I thought I heard the front door close,' answered Mrs Mayton. `Perhaps he went out to post a letter,' suggested Miss Wicks, without pausing in her knitting. She had knitted for seventy years,and looked good for another seventy.`Or perhaps it wasn't him at all,' added Bella Randall. Bella was the boarding-house lovely, but no one had taken advantage of the fact. `You mean, it might have been someone else?' inquired Mrs Mayton.`Yes,' agreed Bella.They all considered the alternative earnestly. Mr Calthrop, coming suddenly out of a middle-aged doze, joined in the thinking without any idea what he was thinking.`Perhaps it was Mr Penbury,' said Mrs Mayton, at last. `He's always popping in and out.'But it was not Mr Penbury, for that rather eccentric individual walked into the drawing-room a moment later.His arrival interrupted the conversation, and the company became silent. Penbury always had a chilling effect. He possessed a brain, and since no one understood it when he used it, it was resented. But Mrs Mayton never allowed more than three minutes to go by without a word; andso when the new silence had reached its allotted span, she turned to Penbury and asked:`Was that Mr Wainwnght who went out a little time ago?Penbury looked at her oddly.`What makes you ask that?' he said.`Well, I was just wondering.'`I see,' answered Penbury slowly. The atmosphere seemed to tighten, but Miss Wicks went on knitting. `And are you all wondering?'`We decided perhaps he'd gone out to post a letter,' murmured Bella.`No, Wainwright hasn't gone out to post a letter,' responded Penbury. `He's dead.'The effect was instantaneous. Bella gave a tiny shriek. Mrs Mayton's eyes became two startled glass marbles. Monty Smith opened his mouth and kept it open. Mr Calthrop, in a split second,lost all inclination to doze. Miss Wicks looked definitely interested, though she did not stop knitting. That meant nothing, however. She had promised to knit at her funeral.`Dead?' gasped Mr Calthrop.`Dead,' repeated Penbury. `He is lying on the floor of his room. He is rather a nasty mess.'Monty leapt up, and then sat down again. `You - don't mean . . . ?' he gulped.`That is exactly what I mean,' replied Penbury.There had been,countless silences in Mrs Mayton's drawing-room, but never a silence like this one. Miss Wicks broke it.`Shouldn't the police be sent for?' she suggested.`They already have,' said Penbury. `I phoned the station just before coming into the room.'`How long - that is - when do you expect . . . ?' stammered Monty.`The police? I should say in two or three minutes,' responded Penbury. His voice suddenly shed its cynicism and became practical. `Shall we try and make use of these two or three minutes? Weshall all be questioned, and perhaps we can clear up a little ground before they arrive.'Mr Calthrop looked angry.`But this is nothing to do with any of us, sir!' he exclaimed.`The police will not necessarily accept our word for it,' answered Penbury. `That is why I propose that we consider our alibis in advance. I am not a doctor, but I estimate from my brief examination of the body that it has not been dead more than an hour.Since it is now ten pastnine, and at twenty to eight we saw him leave the dining-room for his bedroom . . .'`How do you know he went to his bedroom?' interrupted Miss Wicks.`Because, having a headache, I followed him upstairs to go to mine for some aspirin, and my room is immediately opposite his,' Penbury explained. `Now, if my assumption is correct, he was killed between ten minutes past eight and ten minutes past nine, so anyone who can prove thathe or she has remained in this room during all that time should have no worry.'He looked around inquiringly.`We've all been out of the room,' Miss Wicks announced for the company.`That is unfortunate,' murmured Penbury.`But so have you!' exclaimed Monty, with nervous aggression.`Yes -so I have,' replied Penbury. `Then let me give my alibi first. At twenty minutes to eight I followed Wainwright up to the second floor. Before going into his room he made an odd remark which - in the circumstances -is worth repeating. "There's somebody in this house who doesn'tlike me very much," he said. "Only one?" I answered. "You're luckier than I am." Then he wentinto his room, and that was the last time I saw him alive. I went into my room. I took two aspirin tablets.Then as my head was still bad, I thought a stroll would be a good idea, and I went out. Ikept out till approximately - nine o'clock. Then I came back. The door you heard closing, Mrs Mayton, was not Wainwright going out. It was me coming in.'`Wait a moment!' ejaculated Bella.`Yes?'`How did you know Mrs Mayton heard the front door close? You weren't here!'Penbury regarded her with interest and respect.`Intelligent,' he murmured.`Now, then, don't take too long thinking of an answer!' glared Mr Calthrop.`I don't need any time at all to think of an answer,' retorted Penbury. `I know because I listened outside the door. But as I say, I came back. I went up to my room.' He paused. `On the floor Ifound a handkerchief. So I went into his room to ask if the handkerchief was his. I found him lyingon the ground near his bed. On his back. Head towards the window. Stabbed through the heart.But no sign of what he'd been stabbed with . . . It looks to me a small wound, but deep. It foundthe spot all right . . . The window was closed and fastened. Whoever did it entered through the door. I left the room and locked the door. I knew no one should go in again till the police andpolice doctor turned up.I came down. The telephone, as you know, is in the dining-room. Most inconvenient. It should be in the hall. Passing the door of this room,I listened, to hear what youall were talking about. Then I went into the dining-room and telephoned the police. And then Ijoined you.'Flushed and emotional, Mrs Mayton challenged him.`Why did you sit here for three minutes without telling us?' she demanded.`I was watching you,' answered Penbury, coolly.`Well, I call that a rotten alibi!' exclaimed Mr Calthrop. `Who's to prove you were out all that time?'`At half past eight I had a cup of coffee at the coffee-stall in Junkers Street,' replied Penbury. `That's over a mile away. It's not proof, I admit, but they know me there, you see, and it may help. Well, who's next?'`I am', said Bella. `I left the room to blow my nose. I went to my room for a handkerchief. Andhere it is!' she concluded, producing it triumphantly.`How long were you out of the room?' pressed Penbury.`Abour five minutes.'`A long time to get a handkerchief.'`Perhaps. But I not only blew my nose, I powdered it.'`That sounds good enough,' admitted Penbury. `Would you oblige next, Mr Calthrop? We all know you walk in your sleep. A week ago you walked into my room, didn't you. Have you lost a handkerchief?'Mr Calthrop glared.`What the devil are you implying?' he exclaimed.`Has Mr Calthrop dozed during the past hour?' pressed Penbury.`Suppose I have?' he cried. `What damned rubbish! Did I leave this room without knowing it, andkill Wainwright for -for no reason at all ?' He swallowed, and calmed down. `I left the room,sir,about twenty minutes ago to fetch the evening paper from the dining-room to do the crossword puzzle!' He tapped it viciously. `Here it is!'Penbury shrugged his shoulders.`I should be the last person to refute such an emphatic statement,' he said, `but let me suggestthat you give the statement to the police with slightly less emphasis, Mr Smith?'Monty Smith had followed the conversation anxiously, and he had his story ready.。
全新版大学英语(第二版)综合教程_第四册_Unit7 The 911 Terrorist Attacks
Part II Reading Task Text AIn the days following the 9/11 terrorist attacks, Daily News staff writer Corky Siemaszko wrote several snapshots of the city's mood at the time. Siemaszko offered similar snapshot son the first few anniversaries of the attacks. Here we present a selection from the series.Snapshots of New Y ork’s Mood after 9/11Corky SiemaszkoDAY OF TERROROriginally published: 9/12/2001The morning coffee was still cooling when our grandest illusion was shattered. Within minutes, one of New Y ork's mightiest symbols was a smoldering mess and the nation's image of invincibility was made a lie.As the World Trade Center crumpled and the streets filled with screams and scenes of unimaginable horror, choking smoke blotted out the sun and plunged lower Manhattan into darkness.Those not entombed by the bomb-blasted buildings ran and ran —just as they did eight years earlier, when another terror attack shook this mighty symbol of America's power.For the rest of the country, there was another shock to digest —a second kamikaze attack. This time on the Pentagon.More horror. More chaos. More amazement that the mighty United States could be so vulnerable to terror.But on the streets of lower Manhattan there was no time for finger-pointing. No time for talk of revenge. People were dying. Cops and firefighters were dying with them.Commentators called the attack a second Pearl Harbor, until now our most tragic hour. Politicians denounced the likely culprits in Afghanistan. And before dusk, there were inaccurate reports that an angry America was raining revenge on Kabul.One day we will think back on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, and remember in crystal detail what we were doing when the first plane crashed into the north tower at 8:45 a. m.And we will be amazed that we didn't think it possible before.THE DAY AFTEROriginally published: 9/13/2001When the sun rose yesterday, someone joked that the city was missing its two front teeth. But there was nothing to laugh about in the aftermath of our generation's Pearl Harbor.There was only wreckage and smoke and fire where the World Trade Center used to be. Thousands remained buried under tons of rubble.A handful of people were plucked from the wreckage in lower Manhattan, living reminders that miracles do happen.But for those digging through the debris, every passing hour sapped their strength hand their hopes of finding more victims alive.The rest of New Y ork resembled a Third World capital after a particularly explosive coup.Armed National Guardsmen in helmets and camouflage rumbled through Manhattan in convoys. The few people on the normally bustling streets watched them and only sometimes waved.New Y orkers waited at newsstands for the morning papers to arrive while anxious relatives gathered at street side morgues holding pictures of the disappeared.In Washington, where the kamikaze terrorists severely damaged the nerve center of Americanmilitary power, politicians beat war drums as our allies pledged solidarity and registered their disgust."This was not an act of terror, " President Bush said. "This was an act of war. "Investigators pointed fingers at the likely culprit in Afghanistan and began rounding up the suicide bombers' suspected accomplices. The faces of the fanatics began to emerge.They had jolted America with their surprise attack. But now — as after Pearl Harbor more than half a century before —it was our turn.And the world waited to see what America would do.LOOKING BACK IN PAIN & HOPEOriginally published: 9/8/2002Long before the Boeings brought down the towers, poet Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote "grief returns with the revolving year. ”So it is with New Y ork.The time it took the Earth to circle the sun was time enough to clear the wreckage, but not enough to fade the memory of what happened there.It was time enough to bury the bodies that could be found, but not enough to truly mourn the thousands who perished.It was time enough to plan memorials,but not enough to fill the gaping wound in lower Manhattan. For what is a year but a thin sliver of history, a beat of a hummingbird's wing?And yet, in the space of 12 months, the wounded city rose from its knees, angry America smote the Taliban and sent Osama Bin Laden into hiding.A new generation of firefighters and cops tried to fill the shoes of those who were lost, a new generation of orphans faced a future uncertain.New Y orkers talked tough and carried on, but with far less swagger and far less joy. They remained haunted by what they had lived through, what they had seen.How could they not? Ground Zero is just a subway ride away. Everyone, it seems, knows someone who did not come home Sept. 11. Everyone, it seems, was touched by the tragedy.There were indelible images that captured the carnage like flies in amber —the planes crashing, the towers on fire, the falling men and women frozen in flight as they leaped to their deaths.Now the calendar commands us to revisit Sept. 11. Now the calendar commands us to remember the dead. Now the calendar commands us to pick at a scab that has just begun to heal.But the calendar does not say how many more times the Earth has to revolve around the sun before it stops hurting.ONE YEAR LA TEROriginally published: 9/12/2002On a day that broke as blue and beautiful as the morning a year ago when the planes toppled the towers, a brisk northwest wind kicked up the dust of Ground Zero.It coated the red roses that children carried into The Pit.It stung the eyes and clung to the tears of the broken hearted who came to say farewell.It swirled like dervishes across the vast emptiness where the World Trade Center once stood. Some of the mourners divined in the dust the ghosts of those they lost, and they opened their mouths and breathed it in.Some of the mourners saw in the dust visions from that deadly day when the very ground was on fire and the powder and smoke caked the living and the dead.Some of the mourners who never got a body to bury gathered handfuls of the brown dust andplaced it in plastic bags to save and remember, to always remember.We will not revisit Sept. 11 the same way again. The ranks of the 24, 000 who followed the bagpipers and drummers down the ramp and into the emptiness yesterday will thin. Fewer Americans will stop in their tracks at 8:46 a. m. and register the moment When the first hijacked plane crashed into the north tower. Fewer candles will be lit. Fewer flags will be waved. Fewer speeches will be made. Fewer songs will be sung. Fewer tears will be shed, at least publicly. Instead, something new will fill the void where the towers stood. Something new will be built on the spot as a memorial to the 2, 801 who died. Something new will rise on the sacred 16 acres to spite the madmen who dared attack us. Poet Jean de La Fontaine wrote, “On the wings of time grief flies away. ”But the memory, like the dust, will linger.。
大学英语精读第四册 Unit7 The Luncheon
A young man finds it very difficult to say no to a woman as a result he gets into trouble. The restaurant to which he has agreed to take his luncheon date is far too expensive for his small pocketbook. How, then, will he be able to avoid the embarrassing situation?Unit 7 The LuncheonW.Somerset MaughamI caught sight of her at the play, and in answer to her beckoning I went over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her, and if someone had not mentioned her name I hardly think I would have recognised her. She addressed me brightly."Well, it's many years since we first met. How time does fly! We're none of us getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon."Did I remember?It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin Quarter overlooking a cemetery, and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited, and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday; she was spending the morning at the Luxembourg and would I give her a little luncheon at Foyot's afterwards? Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat, and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered, and I was too young to have learned to say no to a woman. (Few men, I may add, learn this until they are too old to make it of any consequence to a woman what they say.) I had eight francs (gold francs) to last me the rest of the month, and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough.I answered that I would meet my friend -- by correspondence -- at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive, she was, in fact, a woman of forty (a charming age, but not one that excites a sudden and devastating passion at first sight), and she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener.I was startled when the bill of fare was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had anticipated. But she reassured me."I never eat anything for luncheon," She said."Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously."I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat far too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon.Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the bill of fare, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, a beautiful salmon had just come in, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked."No," she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you have a little caviare. I never mind caviare."My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviare, but I could not very well tell her that.I told the waiter by all means to bring caviare. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop."I think you are unwise to eat meat," she said. " I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I don't believe in overloading my stomach."Then came the question of drink."I never drink anything for luncheon," she said."Neither do I," I answered promptly."Except whiter wine," she proceeded as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They're wonderful for the digestion.""What would you like?" I asked, hospitable still, but not exactly effusive.She gave me a bright and amicable flash of her white teeth."My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne."I fancy I turned a trifle pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne."What are you going to drink, then?""Water."She ate the caviare and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she took me quite seriously to task."I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel ever so much better for it.""I am only going to eat one thing." I said, as the waiter came again with the bill of fare.She waved him aside with an airy gesture."No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that, and I eat that more as an excuse for conversation than anything else. I couldn't possibly eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them."My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops, and I knew that they were horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them."Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus," I asked the waiter.I tried with all my might too will him to say no. A happy smile spread over his broad,pries-like face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel."I'm not in the least hungry," my guest sighed, "but if you insist I don't mind having some asparagus."I ordered them."Aren't you going to have any?""No, I never eat asparagus.""I know there are people who don't like them. The fact is, you ruin your taste by all the meat you eat."We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left over for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be embarrassing to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much I had, and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say it had been picked. Of course, it would be awkward if she had not money enough either topay the bill. Then the only thing would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later.The asparagus appeared. They were enormous, juicy, and appetising. I watched the wicked woman thrust them down her throat in large mouthfuls, and in my polite way I spoke about the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last the finished."Coffee?" I said."Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee," she answered.I was past caring now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-cream and coffee for her."You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in," she said, as she ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more.""Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly."Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you.""Oh, I see!"Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee the head waiter, with an ingratiating smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. They had the blush of an innocent girl; they had the rich tone of an Italian landscape. But surely peaches were not in season then? Lord knew what they cost. I knew too -- a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absentmindedly took one."You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat" -- my one miserable little chop -- "and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach."The bill came, and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for an instant on the three francs I left for the waiter, and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket."Follow my example," she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon.""I'll do better than that," I retorted. "I'll eat nothing for dinner tonight.""Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a humorist!"But I have had my revenge at last. I do not believe that I am a vindictive man, but when the immortal gods take a hand in matter it is pardonable to observe the result with complacency. Today she weighs twenty-one stone.。
新标准大学英语第四册 unit 7 active reading 1 课文及译文
Large private house 庄园 马路对面
on the other side of the road
A small house at the entrance to the grounds of a large house 偏房，下房
A groundsman is a person whose job is to look after a park or sports ground 管理员
is the dwelling of a peasant or a farm laborer. One of the cottage. the story is written from the perspective of a cottage; another cottage Exactly the same Know 的宾语从句
风景 view landscape 栖息 is, rest building 尖顶
tall pointed structure on the top of a
孩子们渐渐长大了。先是女儿不见了，回来的时候挽着一个 The children grew up, and the daughter disappeared, only to return 年轻人。 儿子也离开了家。有一天，我看到邮递员拿着一摞 with a young man on her arm. The son also left, and one day, I saw 信来到门口，递给园丁和他的妻子一封电报。 他们读完电报， the postman arrive with a bundle of letters, and give the groundsman
and weeping.
大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译
大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译Unit 1TextTwo college-age boys, unaware that making money usually involves hard work, are tempted by an advertisement that promises them an easy way to earn a lot of money. The boys soon learn that if something seems to good to be true, it probably is.BIG BUCKS THE EASY W AYJohn G. Hubbell"You ought to look into this," I suggested to our two college-age sons. "It might be a way to avoid the indignity of having to ask for money all the time." I handed them some magazines in a plastic bag someone bad hung on our doorknob. A message printed on the bag offered leisurely, lucrative work ("Big Bucks the Easy Way!") of delivering more such bags."I don't mind the indignity," the older one answered."I can live with it," his brother agreed."But it pains me," I said，"to find that you both have been panhandling so long that it no longer embarrasses you."The boys said they would look into the magazine-delivery thing. Pleased, I left town on a business trip. By midnight I was comfortably settled in a hotel room far from home. The phone rang. It was my wife. She wanted to know how my day had gone."Great!" I enthused. "How was your day?" I inquired."Super!" She snapped. "Just super! And it's only getting started. Another truck just pulled up out front.""Another truck?""The third one this evening. The first delivered four thousand Montgomery Wards. The second brought four thousand Sears, Roebucks. I don't know what this one has, but I'm sure it will be four thousand of something. Since you are responsible, I thought you might like to know what's happening.What I was being blamed for, it turned out, was a newspaper strike which made it necessary to hand-deliver the advertising inserts that normally are included with the Sunday paper. The company had promised our boys $600 for delivering these inserts to 4,000 houses by Sunday morning."Piece of cake!" our older college son had shouted." Six hundred bucks!" His brother had echoed, "And we can do the job in two hours!""Both the Sears and Ward ads are four newspaper-size pages," my wife informed me. "There are thirty-two thousand pages of advertising on our porch. Even as we speak, two big guys are carrying armloads of paper up the walk. What do we do about all this?""Just tell the boys to get busy," I instructed. "They're college men. They'll do what they have to do."At noon the following day I returned to the hotel and found an urgent message to telephone my wife. Her voice was unnaturally high and quavering. There had been several more truckloads of ad inserts. "They're for department stores, dime stores, drugstores, grocery stores, auto stores and so on. Some are whole magazine sections. We have hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of pages of advertising here! They are crammed wall-to-wall all through the house in stacks taller than your oldest son. There's only enough room for people to walk in, take one each of the eleveninserts, roll them together, slip a rubber band around them and slide them into a plastic bag. We have enough plastic bags to supply every takeout restaurant in America!" Her voice kept rising, as if working its way out of the range of the human ear. "All this must be delivered by seven o'clock Sunday morning.""Well, you had better get those guys banding and sliding as fast as they can, and I'll talk to you later. Got a lunch date.When I returned, there was another urgent call from my wife."Did you have a nice lunch?" she asked sweetly. I had had a marvelous steak, but knew better by now than to say so."Awful," I reported. "Some sort of sour fish. Eel, I think.""Good. Your college sons have hired their younger brothers and sisters and a couple of neighborhood children to help for five dollars each. Assembly lines have been set up. In the language of diplomacy, there is 'movement.'""That's encouraging.""No, it's not," she corrected. "It's very discouraging. They're been as it for hours. Plastic bags have been filled and piled to the ceiling, but all this hasn't made a dent, not a dent, in the situation! It's almost as if the inserts keep reproducing themselves!""Another thing," she continued. "Your college sons must learn that one does not get the best out of employees by threatening them with bodily harm.Obtaining an audience with son NO. 1, I snarled, "I'll kill you if threaten one of those kids again! Idiot! You should be offering a bonus of a dollar every hour to the worker who fills the most bags."But that would cut into our profit," he suggested."There won't be any profit unless those kids enable you to make all the deliveries on time. If they don't, you two will have to remove all that paper by yourselves. And there will be no eating or sleeping until it is removed."There was a short, thoughtful silence. Then he said, "Dad, you have just worked a profound change in my personality.""Do it!""Yes, sir!"By the following evening, there was much for my wife to report. The bonus program had worked until someone demanded to see the color of cash. Then some activist on the work force claimed that the workers had no business settling for $5 and a few competitive bonuses while the bossed collected hundreds of dollars each. The organizer had declared that all the workers were entitled to $5 per hour! They would not work another minute until the bosses agreed.The strike lasted less than two hours. In mediation, the parties agreed on $2 per hour. Gradually, the huge stacks began to shrink.As it turned out, the job was completed three hours before Sunday's 7 a.m. deadline. By the time I arrived home, the boys had already settled their accounts: $150 in labor costs, $40 for gasoline, and a like amountfor gifts—boxes of candy for saintly neighbors who had volunteered station wagons and help in delivery and dozen roses for their mother. This left them with $185 each — about two-thirds the minimum wage for the 91 hours they worked. Still, it was "enough", as one of them put it, to enable them to "avoid indignity" for quite a while.All went well for some weeks. Then one Saturday morning my attention was drawn to the odd goings-on of our two youngest sons. They kept carrying carton after carton from various corners of the house out the front door to curbside. I assumed their mother had enlisted them to remove junk for a trash pickup. Then I overheard them discussing finances."Geez, we're going to make a lot of money!""We're going to be rich!"Investigation revealed that they were offering " for sale or rent" our entire library."No! No!" I cried. "You can't sell our books!""Geez, Dad, we thought you were done with them!""You're never 'done' with books," I tried to explain."Sure you are. You read them, and you're done with them. That's it. Then you might as well make a little money from them. We wanted to avoid the indignity of having to ask you for……"一个大学男孩，不清楚赚钱需要付出艰苦的劳动，被一份许诺轻松赚大钱的广告吸引了。
现代大学英语精读4lesson7_text appreciation
I. Text Analysis
Text Structure
Part 1 (Paras. 1—8):
The young couple’s preparations for the first day of their first spring sowing
Part 2 (Paras. 9—23): Part 3 (Paras. 24—26):
For the young couple, the first day of their first spring sowing was an extremely important day, because it not only would determine the crop they would harvest in autumn, but also would show what kind of wife and husband they would prove to each other and what kind of family they were going to have.
I. Text Analysis
Further Questions on Appreciation 3. Let’s pretend that you are Martin Delaney or
Mary living in the 21st century. What kind of a person would you like to have as your wife or husband? What qualities would you like to find in your spouse?
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大学英语精读第三版第四册Unit1--7课后翻译完型原文
新标准大学英语第四册 unit 7 active reading 1 课文及译文
A clearing is a small area in a forest where there are no trees or bushes 空地
ቤተ መጻሕፍቲ ባይዱ
An orchard is an area of land on which fruit trees are grown 果园
A quarry is place, often a hole in the ground, from where stones are extracted 采石场
Large private house 庄园 马路对面
on the other side of the road
A small house at the entrance to the grounds of a large house 偏房，下房
A groundsman is a person whose job is to look after a park or sports ground 管理员
也很听话。 他们会静静地在屋里或花园里一起玩耍。渐渐地， played quietly together inside or in the garden, and gradually grew
他们长大了，也长高了。 最让我感到愉快的一个记忆是：在 older and taller. One of my happiest memories is of one warm
Golden memories I can still remember the men who built the walls, and raised the roof, even though it was many families ago. The master from the manor house over the way needed a lodge for his groundsman to live, and found a clearing in the huge orchard which ran up and down the hills. He sent workman to bring the golden stone from the local quarry and they spent three months building two cottages in the park.
大学体验英语听说教程听力原文【第四册Unit 7】 Language
Unit Seven LanguageListening Task 1Jessica Bucknam shouts “tiao!” and her fourth-grade students jump. “Dun!” she commands, and they crouch. They giggle as the commands keep coming in Mandarin Chinese. Most of the kids have studied Chinese since they were in kindergarten.They are part of a Chinese-immersion program at Woodstock Elementary School, in Portland, Oregon. Bucknam, who is from China, introduces her students to approximately 150 new Chinese characters each year. Students read stories, sing songs and learn math and science, all in Chinese. Half of the students at the school are enrolled in the program. They can continue studying Chinese in middle and high school. The goal: to speak like natives.About 24,000 American students are currently learning Chinese. Most are in high school. But the number of younger students is growing in response to China’s emergence as a global superpower. The U.S government is helping to pay for language instruction. Recently, the Defense Department gave Oregon schools $700,000 for classes like Bucknam’s. The Senate is considering giving $1.3 billion for Chinese classes in public schools.“China has become a stong partner of the United States,”says Mary Patterson, Woodstock’s principal. “Children who learn Chinese at a young age will have more opportunities for jobs in the future.” Isabel Weiss, 9, isn't thinking about the future. She thinks learning Chinese is fun. “When you hear people speaking in Chinese, you know what they’re saying,” she says. “And they don’t know that you know.”Want to learn Chinese? You have to memorize 3,500 characters to really know it all! Start with these Chinese characters and their pronunciations.Listening Task 2An idiom is an expression whose meaning cannot be deduced from the literal definitions and the arrangement of its parts, but refers instead to a figurative meaning that is known only through conventional use. In the English expression to kick the bucket, a listener knowing only the meaning of kick and bucket would be unable to deduce the expression’s actual meaning, which is to die. Although kick the bucket can refer literally to the act of striking a bucket with a foot, native speakers rarely use it that way.Idioms hence tend to confuse those not already familiar with them; students of a new language must learn its idiomatic expressions the way they learn its other vocabulary. In fact many natural language words have idiomatic origins, but have been sufficiently assimilated so that their figurative senses have been lost.Interestingly, many Chinese characters are likewise idiomatic constructs, as their meanings are more often not traceable to a literal meaning of their assembled parts, or radicals. Because all characters are composed from a relatively small base of about 214 radicals, their assembled meanings follow several different modes of interpretation –from the pictographic to the metaphorical to those whose original meaning has been lost in history.Real world listeningQ: Why are some idioms so difficult to be understood outside of the local culture?A: Idioms are, in essence, often colloquial metaphors –terms which requires some foundational knowledge, information, or experience, to use only within a culture where parties must have common reference. As cultures are typically localized, idioms are more often not useful for communication outside of that local context.Q: Are all idioms translatable across languages?A: Not all idioms are translatable. But the most common idioms can have deep roots, traceable across many languages. To have blood on one’s hands is a familiar example, whose meaning is obvious. These idioms can be more universally used than others, and they can be easily translated, or their metaphorical meaning can be more easily deduced. Many have translations in other languages, and tend to become international.Q: How are idioms different from others in vocabulary?A: First, the meaning of an idiom is not a straightforward composition of the meaning of its parts. For example, the meaning of kick the bucket has nothing to do with kicking buckets. Second, one cannot substitute a word in an idiom with a related word. For example, we can not say kick the pail instead of kick the bucket although bucket and pail are synonyms. Third, one can not modify an idiom or apply syntactic transformations. For example, John kicked the green bucket or the bucket was kicked has nothing to do with dying.。
现代大学英语精读4-Lesson-7-Spring-Sowing(3)
streak (v.): 1) to cover with lines eg: The woman finished her moving story, our faces were streaked with tears. 2) to move very fast eg: The cat streaked across the road with the dog behind it. (idm.) 1) like a streak of lightning: very quickly 2) a winning/losing streak: refers to the repeated success/failure during a time of good or bad luck
as it were: seemingly; in a way; so to speak ( used to comment on the speaker’s own choice of words, which may give only an approximate meaning) eg: She seemed very relaxed--- in her natural setting as it were.
notion that light coloring is desirable. P: The man’s fair moustache and freckled face
Liam O’Flaherty
Pre-class work
1. Do you know how spring sowing is done against the background of a traditional agricultural country in Ireland?
大学英语精读第三版第四册unit1--7课后翻译完型原文
Unit 1When Dad told us about the delivery work it sound easy,just a piece of trouble was,we didn’t take care to inquire just how much material was long trucks seemed to be pulling up outside our house all day long,leaving stacks of seemed we would have no chance of meeting the we had this mavelous local kids to help would enable us to get the job done on ,it would cut into our profits,but there was no seemed to be going well ,but then we had trouble over a pay claim .Our workers demanded five dollars an hour,but fortunately for us they were ready to settle for for us,when we finally settle our account we ended up earning less than the minimum wage for all our guess we should have know better than to believe that big bucks come easy.1) 我们接到通知，财政部长将于次日接见我们。
We were informed that the Minister of Finance was to give us an audience /receive us the next day.2) 我觉得很奇怪，他似乎不记得自己的生日。
大学英语综合教程4unit7themonster
UNIT 7 The monsterThe author:Joseph Deems Taylor (December 22, 1885 –July 3, 1966) was an American composer, music critic, and promoter of classical music. Nat Benchley, co-editor of The Lost Algonquin Roundtable, referred to him as "the dean of American music." Social background:This text first appeared as a radio talk, entitled A Monster. Later it was published with the title Of Men and Music in the United States in 1937.Main idea: the text argues that Richard Wagner’s monstrous behavior can beforgiven because of his miraculous achievements in music. This essay on a famous man, whose name is not revealed until almost the end of the piece, is a study of monstrous conceit. Filled with biographical details that keep the reader guessing to the last moment, the essay concludes with a challenging view on the nature of genius: if a genius was so prolific, “is it any wonder that he had no time to be a man?”The structure:Part One:Para. 1-9The author describes the problems of the monsterPart Two:Para. 10 The author tells us who the monster is—Richard Wagner Part Three:Para. 11-13 Theauthor describes Wagner as a music genius and express his admiration Rhetorical features: Metaphor（暗喻，隐喻）He had the emotional stability of a six- year- old child.Comment:after reading this text, my heart is a little contradictory. Because the author makes a list of his intolerable oddities at first, but through the transitional paragraph, he forgives this monster because of hismiraculous achievements in music in his little space of seventy years. There is an obvious contrast of himself. In fact, we all know everyone has disadvantages and advantages in life. No one is perfect. We should make a dialectic view for everyone. But I don’t agree with author for his view. Because his some bed habits or behaviors make bed effects for people around himself exactly. We can’t forgive himself completely just because his achievements. Some of his behaviors should be corrected.。
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Unit SevenClick the button to listen to the textA young man finds it very difficult to say no to awoman and as a result he gets into trouble. Therestaurant to which he has agreed to take his luncheondate is far too expensive for his small pocketbook.How, then, will he be able to avoid the embarrassingsituation?THE LUNCHEONW. Somerset MaughamI caught sight of her at the play, and in answer to her beckoning Iwent over during the interval and sat down beside her. It was long since I had last seen her, and if someone had not mentioned her name I hardly think I would have recognised her. She addressed me brightly."Well, it's many years since we first met. How time does fly! We'renone of us getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon. "Did I remember?It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apart-ment in the Latin Quarter overlooking a cemetery, and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited, and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday; she was spending the morning at the Luxembourg and would I give her a little luncheon at Foyot's afterwards? Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat, and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered, and I was too young to have learned to say no to a woman. (Few men, I may add, learn this until they are too old tomake it of any consequence to a woman what they say.) I had eighty francs (gold francs ) to last me the rest of the month, and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough.I answered that I would meet my friend --- by correspondence --- at Foyot's on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expect- ed and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was, in fact, a woman of forty ( a charming age, but not one that excites a sudden and devastating passion at first sight), and she gave me the impression of hav- ing more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose. She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener.I was startled when the bill of fare was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had anticipated. But she reassured me."I never eat anything for luncheon, " she said."Oh, don't say that ! " I answered generously."I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat fax to much nowadays: A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon. "Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the bill of fare, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, a beautiful salmon had just come in, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked. "No, " she answered, "I never eat more than one thing. Unless you havea little caviare. I never mind caviare. "My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviare, but I couldnot very well tell her that. I told the waiter by all means to bring caviare. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop."I think you are unwise to eat meat, " she said. "I don't know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I don't believe in overloading my stomach. "Then came the question of drink."I never drink anything for luncheon, " she said."Neither do I, " I answered promptly."Except white wine," she proceeded as though I had not spoken. "These French white wines are so light. They're wonderful for the digestion . ""What would you like?" I asked, hospitable still, but not exactly effu- sive.She gave me a bright and amicable flash of her white teeth."My doctor won't let me drink anything but champagne. "I fancy I turned a trifle pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentionedcasually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne."What are you going to drink, then?""Water. "She ate the caviare and she ate the salmon. She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she took me quite seriously to task."I see that you're in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I'm sureit's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing?I'm sure you'd feel ever so much better for it. ""I am only going to eat one thing, " I said, as the waiter came againwith the bill of fare.She waved him aside with an airy gesture."No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never wantmore than that, and I eat that more as an excuse for conversation than any- thing else. I couldn't possibly eat anything more unless they had some of those giant asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them. "My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops, and I knew that theywere horribly expensive. My mouth had often watered at the sight of them."Madame wants to know if you have any of those giant asparagus, " I asked the waiter.I tried with all my might to will him to say no. A happy smile spreadover his broad, priest-like face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel."I'm not in the least hungry, " my guest sighed, "but if you insist Idon't mind having some asparagus. "I ordered them."Aren't you going to have any?""No, I never eat asparagus. ""I know there are people who don't like them. The fact is, you ruinyour taste by all the meat you eat. "We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was nota question now how much money I should have left over for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be embarrassing to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest . I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much I had, and if the bill came to more I made up my mind that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry start up and say it had been picked. Of course, it would be awkward if she had not money enough either to pay the bill. Then the only thing would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later.The asparagus appeared. They were enormous, juicy, and appetising. I watched the wicked woman thrust them down her throat in large mouthfuls, and in my polite way I spoke about the condition of the drama in the Balkans. At last she finished."Coffee?" I said."Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee, " she answered.I was past caring now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice-creamand coffee for her."You know, there's one thing I thoroughly believe in, " she said, asshe ate the ice-cream. "One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more. ""Are you still hungry?" I asked faintly."Oh, no, I'm not hungry; you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a cupof coffee in the morning and then dinner, but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you. ""Oh, I see! "Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffeethe head waiter, with an ingratiating smile on his false face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. They had the blush of an inno- cent girl; they had the rich tone of an Italian landscape. But surely peaches were not in season then? Lord knew what they cost. I knew too - a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absentmindedly took one."You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat" --- my one miserable little chop--- "and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach. "The bill came, and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip . Her eyes rested for an instant on the three francsI left for the waiter, and I knew that she thought me mean. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket."Follow my example, " she said as we shook hands, "and never eat more than one thing for luncheon. ""I'll do better than that, " I retorted. " I'll eat nothing for dinnertonight. ""Humorist!" she cried gaily, jumping into a cab. "You're quite a hu- morist ! "But I have had my revenge at last. I do not believe that I am a vindic-tive man, but when the immortal gods take a hand in the matter it is par- donable to observe the result with complacency. Today she weighs twenty- one stone.Click the button to listen to the pronunciations of new wordsNew Wordsluncheon n. & vi.(formal word for) lunchbeckon vt.signal to (sb. ) by a motion of the hand orhead 向...招手或点头示意apartment n.a single room; (AmE) flat or a set of rooms房间；(美)一套公寓住房Latin a.拉丁的n.拉丁文quarter n.division of a town, esp. one of a specialclass of people (都市的) 区, 街overlook vt.have a view of from above; fail to see ornotice 俯视；忽略presently ad.soon; (AmE)at the present time 不久;(美)目前chat n. , vi.(have) a friendly informal conversation 闲谈, 聊天senator n.a member of a senate 参议员, 上议员means n.money, income, or wealth, esp. large enoughto afford all one needs 财富, 资产franc n.the unit of money in France, Belgium. Switzer-land, and some other countries 法郎modest a.not large in quantity, size, value, etc.不太大的; 适度的imposing a.impressive because of size, appearance, ordignity 仪表堂堂; 宏伟的attractive a.having the power to attract; pleasing 吸引人的；有魅力的charming a.very pleasing; fascinating 有魅力的devastating a.destructive; causing ruin; sweeping every-thing before it 毁灭性的; 压倒一切的passion n.strong feeling or enthusiasm, esp. of loveor anger 激情impression n.印象talkative a.having the habit of talking a great deal;fond of talking 好说话的; 健谈的inclined a.likely; tending (to) ;encouraged 有…倾向的attentive a.listening carefully; doing acts to satisfythe needs of another 专注的;体贴的,殷勤的startle vt.give a shock of surprise to; cause to moveor jump 使吃惊, 使惊跳fare n.food, esp. as provided at a meal 食物bill of farea list of dishes; menu 菜单reassure vt.set a person's mind at rest 使安心generously ad.with readiness to give money, help, kindness,etc. 慷慨地，大方地generous a.nowadays ad.at the present time, nowsalmon n.鲑鱼menu n.a list of courses at a meal or of dishesthat can be served in a restaurant 菜单mutton n.meat from a fully grown sheep 羊肉chop n.a small piece of meat with bone in it (连骨的)块肉overload vt.put too large a load on or in; overburden使过载digestion n.消化hospitable a.generous in the treatment of a guest 好客的effusive a.(of feelings, signs of pleasure, gratitude, etc.) pouring out too freely; too demons- trative or emotional 热情洋溢的; 感情(过多)流露的amicable a.friendly; peacefulflash n.a sudden, quick bright light; a suddendisplay 闪烁; 闪现champagne n.香槟酒fancy vt.suppose, imaginetrifle n.a thing, event, etc. of little value orimportance 琐事forbid (forbadecommand (sb. ) not to do sth. ; refuse to or forbad ,allow (sb.) to have, use, enter, etc.禁止forbidden ) vt.gaily ad.in a happy and joyous mannerliterature n.文学(作品)airy a.light-hearted; affected 轻盈的;做作的bite n.piece cut off by bitingasparagus n.(sing. or pl. ) 芦笋water vi.(of the eyes or mouth) fill with wateryliquid, esp. tears or salivaMadame n.used as a title of respect for a woman (esp.a foreign married woman) 夫人might n.power, strength, forcewill vt.influence or compel, by exercising the powerof the mind 以意志力使assure vt.tell firmly and with confidence esp. withthe aim of removing doubt 保证；使确信tender a.delicate; not hard or difficult to bitethrough 柔弱的;柔嫩的marvel n.a wonderful thing, sth. causing great surprise sigh vi.let out a deep breath slowly and with a sound (indicating sadness, tiredness, relief,etc.) 叹气ruin vt.destroy or spoil (completely) 毁灭n.a condition of destruction and decaypanic n.sudden, uncontrollable terror or anxiety恐慌oblige vt.compel; require, bind ( sb. ) by a promise,oath, etc. 强迫；使不得不dramatic a.of drama; sudden or exciting, like an eventin a stage playpick vt.stealjuicy a.having a lot of juice 多液汁的appetising a.arousing or exciting the desire for food 引起食欲的,美味可口的wicked a.very bad, evil 邪恶的thrust vt.push suddenly or violently; make a forwardstroke with a sword, knife, etc.猛推;刺,戳throat n.咽喉mouthful n.as much (food or drink) as fills the mouth drama n.a play for the theatre, radio or TV; composi- tion, presentation and performance of suchplays戏剧head waiter n.a man in charge of the waiters in arestaurant, hotel, or dining car ingratiating a.making oneself very pleasant to sb. in orderto gain favour 讨好的, 奉承的peach n.桃子blush n.reddening of the face, from shame or confu-sioninnocent a.(of people) simple, not able to recognizeevil; not guilty 天真的; 无罪的landscape n.a wide view of natural scenery; a pictureof such a scene 风景;风景画Lord n.God 上帝, 主snack n.a small, usu. hurriedly eaten meal 小吃instant n.a moment of timemean a.ungenerous; unkind 吝啬的; 刻薄的retort vt.make a quick, angry and often amusing answer反驳humorist n.a person who makes jokes in speech or writinghumor n.幽默cab n.a carriage for public hire; taxirevenge n.报仇，报复vt.替…报仇vindictive a.unforgiving; having or showing a desire forrevengeimmortal a.living for ever 不朽的pardonable a.that can be forgivencomplacency n.self-satisfaction 自鸣得意stone n.the British unit of weight equal to 14pounds (6.35 kilos)Phrases & Expressionscatch sight ofsee suddenly or unexpectedlyin answer toin response tokeep body and soul togetherremain alive, esp. by earning enough money to feed oneself 勉强维持生活pass throughgo through ; experience 穿过; 经历be beyond one's meansbe more than one can afford 付不起cut outleave out 停止使用, 戒除at first sightwhen seen for the first time 乍看之下;第一眼就be inclined tobe likely to; tend to 易于…的; 倾向于, 想come inbecome seasonable or available 上市; 有供应can/could not very wellcan/could not reasonably 不好by all meanscertainly; at al1 costs 一定; 务必a triflesomewhat, a littlecome toamount to 总计take ( sb. ) to taskcriticize ( sb. ) 申诉( 某人)be in the habit ofhave the habit of 习惯于(not) in the least(not) at al1leave overleave as a remainder ( the best part havingbeing consumed) 留下, 剩下bring oneself tomake oneself (do) ; force oneself to 强迫自己make up one's mindchoose what to do; decide 决定start upmake a sudden movement due to surprise, alarm,pain, etc. 惊动,惊起speak formake a request for; speak on behalf of 要求得到；为…说话，为…辩护in seasonavailable, fresh for use as food 正在当令之时go on withcontinue doingtake/have a hand inbe partly responsible for; share (an activity)参加, 介入Proper NamesParis巴黎（法国首都）the Luxemb(o)urg卢森堡宫（巴黎）Foyot副伊约（巴黎一餐馆）the Balkans巴尔干半岛各国；巴尔干山脉LordGod; Jesus Christ“成千上万人疯狂下载。