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Mr. Know AllW. Somerset MaughamI was prepared to dislike Max Kelada even before I knew him. The war had just finished and the passenger traffic in the ocean-going liners was heavy. Accommodation was very hard to get and you had to put up with whatever the agents chose to offer you. You could not hope for a cabin to yourself and I was thankful to be given one in which there were only two berths. But when I was told the name of my companion my heart sank. It suggested closed portholes and the night air rigidly excluded. It was bad enough to share a cabin for fourteen days with anyone (I was going from San Francisco to Yokohama, but I should have looked upon it with less dismay if my fellow passenger’s name had been Smith or Brown.When I went on board I f ound Mr Kelada’s luggage already below. I did not like the look of it; there were too many labels on the suit-cases, and the wardrobe trunk was too big. He had unpacked his toilet things, and I observed that he was a patron of the excellent Monsieur Coty; for I saw on the washing-stand his scent, his hair-wash and his brilliantine. Mr Kelada’s brushes, ebony with his monogram in gold, would have been all the better for a scrub. I did not at all like Mr Kelada. I made my way into the smoking-room. I called for a pack of cards and began to play patience. I had scarcely started before a man came up to me and asked me if he was right in thinking my name was so and so.“I am Mr Kelada,” he added, with a smile that showed a row of flashing teeth, and sat down.“Oh, yes, we’re sharing a cabin, I think.”“Bit of luck, I call it. You never know who you’re going to be put in with. I was jolly glad when I heard you were English. I’m all for us English slicking together when we’re abroad, if you understand what I mean.”I blinked.“Are you English?” I asked, perhaps tactlessly.“Rather. You don’t think I look like an American, do you? British to the backbone, that’s what I am.”To prove it, Mr Kelada took out of his pocket a passport and airily waved it under my nose.King George has many strange subjects. Mr Kelada was short and of a sturdy build, clean-shaven and dark-skinned, with a fleshy hooked nose and very large, lustrous and liquid eyes. His long black hair was sleek and curly. He spoke with a fluency in which there was nothing English and his gestures were exuberant. I fell pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport would have betrayed the fact that Mr Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England.“What will you have?” he asked me.I looked at him doubtfully. Prohibition was in force and to all appearance the ship was bone-dry. When I am not thirsty I do not know which I dislike more, ginger ale or lemon squash. But Mr Kelada flashed an oriental smile at me.“Whisky and soda or a dry martini, you have only to say the word.”From each of his hip pockets he fished a flask and laid it on the table before me. I chose the martini, and calling the steward he ordered a tumbler of ice and a couple of glasses.“A very good cocktail,” I said.“Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and if you’ve got any friends on board, you tell them you’ve got a pal who’s got all the liquor in the world.”Mr Kelada was chatty. He talked of New York and of San Francisco. He discussed plays, pictures, and politics. He was patriotic. The Union Jack is an impressive piece of drapery, but when it is nourished by a gentleman from Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dignity. Mr Kelada was familiar.” I do not wish to put on airs, but I cannot help feeling that it is seemly in a total stranger to put “mister” before my name when he addresses me. Mr Kelada, doubtless to set me at my case, used no such formality. I did not like Mr Kelada. I had put aside the cards when he sat down, but now, thinking that for this first occasion our conversation had lasted long enough, I went on with my game.“The three on the four,” said Mr Kelada.There is nothing more exasperating when you are playing patience than to be told where to put the card you have turned up before you have had a chance to look for yourself.“It’s coming out, it’s coming out,” he cried. “The ten on the knave.”With rage and hatred in my heart I finished.Then he seized the pack.“Do you like card tricks?”“No, I hate card tricks,” I answered.“Well, I’ll just show you this one.”He showed me three. Then I said I would go down to the dining-room and get my seat at table.“Oh, that’s all right,” he said. “I’ve already taken a seat for you. I th ought that as we were in the same state-room we might just as well sit at the same table.”I did not like Mr Kelada.I not only shared a cabin with him and ate three meals a day at the same table, but I could not walk round the deck without his joining me. It was impossible to snub him. It never occurred to him that he was not wanted. He was certain that you were as glad to see him as he was to see you. In your own house you might have kicked him downstairs and slammed the door in his face without the suspicion dawning on him that he was not a welcome visitor. He was a good mixer, and in three days knew everyone on board. He ran everything. He managed the sweeps, conducted the auctions, collected money for prizes at the sports, got up quoit and golf matches, organized the concert and arranged the fancy-dress ball. He was everywhere and always. He was certainly the best haled man in the ship. We called him Mr Know-All, even to his face. He took it as a compliment. But it was at mealtimes that he was most intolerable. For the better part of an hour then he had us at his mercy. He was hearty, jovial, loquacious and argumentative. He knew everything better than anybody else, and it was an affront to his overweening vanity that you should disagree with him. He would not drop a subject, however unimportant, till he had broughtyou round to his way of thinking. The possibility that he could be mistaken never occurred to him. He was the chap who knew. We sat at the doctor’s table. Mr Kelada would certainly have had i t all his own way, for the doctor was lazy and I was frigidly indifferent, except for a man called Ramsay who sat there also. He was as dogmatic as Mr Kelada and resented bitterly the Levantine’s cocksureness. The discussions they had were acrimonious and interminable.Ramsay was in the American Consular Service and was stationed at Kobe. He was a great heavy fellow from the Middle West, with loose fat under a tight skin, and he bulged out of this really-made clothes. He was on his way back to resume his post, having been on a flying visit to New York to retell his wife who had been spending a year at home. Mrs Ramsay was a very pretty little thing, with pleasant manners and a sense of humour. The Consular Service is ill-paid, and she was dressed always very simply; but she knew how to wear her clothes. She achieved an effect of quiet distinction. I should not have paid any particular attention to her but that she possessed a quality that may be common enough in women, but nowadays is not obvious in their demeanour. You could not look at her without being struck by her modesty. It shone in her like a flower on a coat.One evening at dinner the conversation by chance drifted to the subject of pearls. There had been in the papers a good deal of talk about the culture pearls which the cunning Japanese were making, and the doctor remarked that they must inevitably diminish the value of real ones. They were very good already; they would soon be perfect. Mr Kelada, as was his habit, rushed the new topic. He told us all that was to be known about pearls. I do not believe Ramsay knew anything about them at all, but he could not resist the opportunity to have a fling at the Levantine, and in five minutes we were in the middle of a heated argument. I had seen Mr Kelada vehement and voluble before, but never so voluble and vehement as now. At last something that Ramsay said stung him, for he thumped the table and shouted:“Well, I ought to know what I am talking about. I’m going to Japan just to look into this Japanese p earl business. I’m in the trade and there’s not a man in it who won’t tell you that what I say about pearls goes. I know all the best pearls in the world, and what I don’t know about pearls isn’t worth knowing.”Here was news for us, for Mr Kelada, with all his loquacity, had never told anyone what his business was. We only knew vaguely that he was going to Japan on some commercial errand. He looked round the table triumphantly.“They’ll never be able to get a culture pearl that an expert like me can’t tell with half an eye.” He pointed to a chain that Mrs Ramsay wore. “You take my word for it, Mrs Ramsay, that chain you’re wearing will never be worth a cent less than it is now.”Mrs Ramsay in her modest way flushed a little and slipped the chain inside her dress. Ramsay leaned forward. He gave us all a look and a smile flickered in his eyes.“That’s a pretty chain of Mrs Ramsay’s, isn’t it?”“I noticed it at once,” answered Mr Kelada. “Gee, I said to myself, those are pearls all right.”“I didn’t buy it myself, of course. I’d be interested to know how much you think it cost.”“Oh, in the trade somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. But if it was bought on FifthAvenue shouldn’t be surprised to hear that anything up to thirty thousand was paid for it.”Ramsay smiled grimly.“You’ll be surprised to hear that Mrs Ramsay bought that siring at a department store the day before we left New York, for eighteen dollars.”Mr Kelada flushed.“Rot. It’s not only real, but it’s as fine a siring for its size as I’ve ever seen.”“Will you bet on it? I’ll bet you a hundred dollars it’s imitation.”“Done.”“Oh, Elmer, you can’t bet on a certainty,” said Mrs Ramsay.She had a little smile on her lips and her tone was gently deprecating.“Can’t I? If I get a ch ance of easy money like that I should be all sorts of a fool not to take it.”“But how can it be proved?” she continued. “It’s only my word against Mr Kelada’s.”“Let me look at the chain, and if it’s imitation I’ll tell you quickly enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars,” said Mr Kelada.“Take it off, dear. Let the gentleman look at it as much as he wants.”Mrs Ramsay hesitated a moment. She put her hands to the clasp.“I can’t undo it,” she said. “Mr Kelada will just have to take my word for it.”I had a sudden suspicion that something unfortunate was about to occur, but I could think of nothing to say.Ramsay jumped up.“I’ll undo it.”He handed the chain to Mr Kelada. The Levantine look a magnifying glass from his pocket and closely examined it. A smile of triumph spread over his smooth and swarthy face. He handed back the chain. He was about to speak. Suddenly he caught sight of Mrs Ramsay’s face. It was so white that she looked as though she were about to faint. She was staring at him with wide and terrified eyes. They held a desperate appeal; it was so clear that I wondered why her husband did not see it.Mr Kelada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. You could almost see the effort he was making over himself.“I was mistaken,” he said. “It’s a very good imitation, but of course as soon as I looked through my glass I saw that it wasn’t real. I think eighteen dollars is just about as much as the damned thing’s worth.”He took out his pocket book and from it a hundred-dollar bill. He handed it to Ramsay without a word.“Perhaps that’ll teach you not to be so cocksure another time, my young friend,” sa id Ramsay as he took the note.I noticed that Mr Kelada’s hands were trembling.The story spread over the ship as stories do, and he had to put up with a good deal of chaff that evening. It was a fine joke that Mr Know-All had been caught out. But Mrs Ramsay retired to her state-room with a headache.Next morning I got up and began to shave. Mr Kelada lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. Suddenly there was a small scraping sound and I saw a letter pushed under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I picked up the letter and saw that it was addressed to Max Kelada. The name was written in block letters. I handed it to him.“Who’s this from?” He opened it. “Oh!”He took out of the envelope, not a letter, but a hundred-dollar bill. He looked at me and again he reddened. He tore the envelope into little bits and gave them to me.“Do you mind just throwing them out of the porthole?” I did as he asked, and then I looked at him with a smile.“No one likes being made to look a perfect damned fool,” he said.“Were the pearls real?”“If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn’t let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe,” said he.At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr Kelada. He reached out for his pocket book and carefully put in it the hundred-dollar note.。

Mr.-Know-All

Mr. Know AllW. Somerset MaughamI was prepared to dislike Max Kelada even before I knew him. The war had just finished and the passenger traffic in the ocean-going liners was heavy. Accommodation was very hard to get and you had to put up with whatever the agents chose to offer you. You could not hope for a cabin to yourself andI was thankful to be given one in which there were only two berths. But when I was told the name of my companion my heart sank. It suggested closed portholes and the night air rigidly excluded. It was bad enough to share a cabin for fourteen days with anyone (I was going from San Francisco to Yokohama, but I should have looked upon it with less dismayif my fellow passenger’s name had been Smith or Brown.When I went on board I fo und Mr Kelada’s luggage already below. I did not like the look of it; there were too many labels on the suit-cases, and the wardrobe trunk was too big. He had unpacked his toilet things, and I observed that he was a patron of the excellent Monsieur Coty; for I saw on thewashing-stand his scent, his hair-wash and his brilliantine. Mr Kelada’s brushes, ebony with his monogram in gold, would have been all the better for a scrub. I did not at all like Mr Kelada. I made my way into the smoking-room. I called for a pack of cards and began to play patience. I had scarcely started before a man came up to me and asked me if he wasright in thinking my name was so and so.“I am Mr Kelada,” he added, with a smile that showed a row of flashing teeth, and sat down.“Oh, yes, we’re sharing a cabin, I think.”“Bit of luck, I call it. You never know who you’re going to be put in with. I was jolly glad when I heard you wereEnglish. I’m all for us English slicking together when we’re abroad, if you understand what I mean.”I blinked.“Are you English?” I asked, perhaps tactlessly.“Rather. You don’t think I look like an American, do you? British to the backbone, that’s what I am.”To prove it, Mr Kelada tookout of his pocket a passport and airily waved it under my nose.King George has many strange subjects. Mr Kelada was short and of a sturdy build, clean-shaven and dark-skinned, with a fleshy hooked nose and very large, lustrous and liquid eyes. His long black hair was sleek and curly. He spoke with a fluency in which there wasnothing English and his gestures were exuberant. I fell pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport would have betrayed the fact that Mr Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England.“What will you have?” he asked me.I looked at him doubtfully. Prohibition was in force and toall appearance the ship was bone-dry. When I am not thirsty I do not know which I dislike more, ginger ale or lemon squash. But Mr Kelada flashed an oriental smile at me.“Whisk y and soda or a dry martini, you have only to say the word.”From each of his hip pockets he fished a flask and laid it on the table before me. Ichose the martini, and calling the steward he ordered a tumbler of ice and a couple of glasses.“A very good cocktail,” I said.“Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and if you’ve got any friends on board, you tell them you’ve got a pal who’s got all the liquor in the world.”Mr Kelada was chatty. He talked of New York and of San Francisco. He discussed plays, pictures, and politics. He was patriotic. The Union Jack is an impressive piece of drapery, but when it is nourished by a gentleman from Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dignity. Mr Kelada was familiar.” I do not wish to put on airs, but I cannothelp feeling that it is seemly in a total stranger to put “mister” before my name when he addresses me. Mr Kelada, doubtless to set me at my case, used no such formality.I did not like Mr Kelada. I had put aside the cards when he sat down, but now, thinking that for this first occasion our conversation had lasted long enough, I went on with mygame.“The three on the four,” said Mr Kelada.There is nothing more exasperating when you are playing patience than to be told where to put the card you have turned up before you have had a chance to look for yourself.“It’s coming out, it’s coming out,” he cried. “The ten on the knave.”With rage and hatred in my heart I finished.Then he seized the pack.“Do you like card tricks?”“No, I hate card tricks,” I answered.“Well, I’ll just show you this one.”He showed me three. Then I said I would go down to the dining-room and get my seat at table.“Oh, that’s all right,” he said. “I’ve already taken a seat for you. I thought that as we were in the same state-room we might just as well sit at the same table.”I did not like Mr Kelada.I not only shared a cabin with him and ate three meals a day at the same table, but I could not walk round the deck without his joining me. It wasimpossible to snub him. It never occurred to him that he was not wanted. He was certain that you were as glad to see him as he was to see you. In your own house you might have kicked him downstairs and slammed the door in his face without the suspicion dawning on him that he was not a welcome visitor. He was a good mixer, and in three daysknew everyone on board. He ran everything. He managed the sweeps, conducted the auctions, collected money for prizes at the sports, got up quoit and golf matches, organized the concert and arranged the fancy-dress ball. He was everywhere and always. He was certainly the best haled man in the ship. We called him Mr Know-All, even to his face.He took it as a compliment. But it was at mealtimes that he was most intolerable. For the better part of an hour then he had us at his mercy. He was hearty, jovial, loquacious and argumentative. He knew everything better than anybody else, and it was an affront to his overweening vanity that you should disagree with him. He would not drop a subject,however unimportant, till he had brought you round to his way of thinking. The possibility that he could be mistaken never occurred to him. He was the chap who knew. We sat at the doctor’s table. Mr Kelada would certainly have had it all his own way, for the doctor was lazy and I was frigidly indifferent, except for a man called Ramsay who sat therealso. He was as dogmatic as Mr Kelada and resented bitterly the Levantine’s cocksureness. The discussions they had were acrimonious and interminable.Ramsay was in the American Consular Service and was stationed at Kobe. He was a great heavy fellow from the Middle West, with loose fat under a tight skin, and he bulged out of this really-madeclothes. He was on his way back to resume his post, having been on a flying visit to New York to retell his wife who had been spending a year at home. Mrs Ramsay was a very pretty little thing, with pleasant manners and a sense of humour. The Consular Service is ill-paid, and she was dressed always very simply; but she knew how to wear her clothes. She achievedan effect of quiet distinction. I should not have paid any particular attention to her but that she possessed a quality that may be common enough in women, but nowadays is not obvious in their demeanour. You could not look at her without being struck by her modesty. It shone in her like a flower on a coat.One evening at dinner theconversation by chance drifted to the subject of pearls. There had been in the papers a good deal of talk about the culture pearls which the cunning Japanese were making, and the doctor remarked that they must inevitably diminish the value of real ones. They were very good already; they would soon be perfect. Mr Kelada, as was his habit, rushed the newtopic. He told us all that was to be known about pearls. I do not believe Ramsay knew anything about them at all, but he could not resist the opportunity to have a fling at the Levantine, and in five minutes we were in the middle of a heated argument. I had seen Mr Kelada vehement and voluble before, but never so voluble and vehement as now. At lastsomething that Ramsay said stung him, for he thumped the table and shouted:“Well, I ought to know what I am talking about. I’m going to Japan just to look into this Japanese pearl business. I’m in the trade and there’s not a man in it who won’t tell you that what I say about pearls goes. I know all the best pearls in the world, and what I don’tknow about pearls isn’t worth knowing.”Here was news for us, for Mr Kelada, with all his loquacity, had never told anyone what his business was. We only knew vaguely that he was going to Japan on some commercial errand. He looked round the table triumphantly.“They’ll never be able to get a culture pearl that anexpert like me can’t tel l with half an eye.” He pointed to a chain that Mrs Ramsay wore. “You take my word for it, Mrs Ramsay, that chain you’re wearing will never be worth a cent less than it is now.”Mrs Ramsay in her modest way flushed a little and slipped the chain inside her dress. Ramsay leaned forward. He gave us all a look and a smileflickered in his eyes.“That’s a pretty chain of Mrs Ramsay’s, isn’t it?”“I noticed it at once,” answered Mr Kelada. “Gee, I said to myself, those are pearls all right.”“I didn’t buy it myself, of course. I’d be interested to know how much you think it cost.”“Oh, in the tradesomewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. But if it was bought on Fifth Avenue shouldn’t be surprised to hear that anything up to thirty thousand was paid for it.”Ramsay smiled grimly.“You’ll be surprised to hear that Mrs Ramsay bought that siring at a department store the day before we left New York, for eighteendollars.”Mr Kelada flushed.“Rot. It’s not only real, but it’s as fine a siring for its size as I’ve ever seen.”“Will you bet on it? I’ll bet you a hundred dollars it’s imitation.”“Done.”“Oh, Elmer, you can’t bet on a certainty,” said Mrs Ramsay.She had a little smile on her lips and her tone was gently deprecating.“Can’t I? If I get a cha nce of easy money like that I should be all sorts of a fool not to take it.”“But how can it be proved?” she continued. “It’s only my word against Mr Kelada’s.”“Let me look at the chain,and if it’s imitation I’ll tell you quickly enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars,” said Mr Kelada.“Take it off, dear. Let the gentleman look at it as much as he wants.”Mrs Ramsay hesitated a moment. She put her hands to the clasp.“I can’t undo it,” she said. “Mr Kelada will just haveto take my word for i t.”I had a sudden suspicion that something unfortunate was about to occur, but I could think of nothing to say.Ramsay jumped up.“I’ll undo it.”He handed the chain to Mr Kelada. The Levantine look a magnifying glass from his pocket and closely examined it.A smile of triumph spread overhis smooth and swarthy face. He handed back the chain. He was about to speak. Suddenly he caught sight of Mrs Ramsay’s face. It was so white that she looked as though she were about to faint. She was staring at him with wide and terrified eyes. They held a desperate appeal; it was so clear that I wondered why her husband did not see it.Mr Kelada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. You could almost see the effort he was making over himself.“I was mistaken,” he said. “It’s a very good imitation, but of course as soon as I looked through my glass I saw that it wasn’t real. I think eighteen dollars is just about as much as the damned thing’s worth.”He took out his pocket book and from it a hundred-dollar bill. He handed it to Ramsay without a word.“Perhaps that’ll teach you not to be so cocksure another time, my young friend,” said Ramsay as he took the note.I noticed that Mr Kelada’s hands were trembling.The story spread over theship as stories do, and he had to put up with a good deal of chaff that evening. It was a fine joke that Mr Know-All had been caught out. But Mrs Ramsay retired to her state-room with a headache.Next morning I got up and began to shave. Mr Kelada lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. Suddenly there was a small scraping sound and I saw aletter pushed under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I picked up the letter and saw that it was addressed to Max Kelada. The name was written in block letters. I handed it to him.“Who’s this from?” He opened it. “Oh!”He took out of the envelope, not a letter, but ahundred-dollar bill. He looked at me and again he reddened. He tore the envelope into little bits and gave them to me.“Do you mind just throwing them out of the porthole?” I did as he asked, and then I looked at him with a smile.“No one likes being made to look a perfect damned fool,” he said.“Were the pearls real?”“If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn’t let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe,” said he.At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr Kelada. He reached out for his pocket book and carefully put in it the hundred-dollar note.。

Mr-Know-all教学内容

Reading Mr. Know-all ”：A Post-colonial Perspective Mr. Know-all is a short story written by the English author W. Somerset Maugham(1874-1965), who is most famed for his novel Of Huma n Bon dage. Besides, he also ear ns his reputati on for his plays, and short stories. It is said that he has bee n the highest paid writer around the world in the 1930s. He is rich in traveli ng experie nee, which in deed does great favor to his world-renowned travel stories. This story,Mr. Know-all, is one of these masterpieces.This story takes place on a ship from San Fran cisco to Yokohama in the in terwar years, that is to say, this story is set in special time --i n the years betwee n World War I and World War II. The major character is Mr Kelada and the tide characters are Mr & Mrs Ramsay and the narrator himself. On the ship from San Fran cisco to Yokohama, the n arrator has to share a cab in with Mr Kelada. The n arrator does not like him because he is not a native English. Besides, Mr Kelada always keeps talking, intending to show that he knows much more tha n any other people on the ship,which leaves the n arrator the impressi on of loquacity and vani ty. He is a good mixer and has known every one on the ship with in only three days. Due to his loquacity, he is named Mr Know-all ”，which is taken by him as a compleme nt. Mr Ramsay is the on ly pers on who debates withMr Kelada. They bet with Mrs Ramsay' pearl chain. Mr Kelada deals with pearl bus in ess and he is expert in pearl, so Mr Kelada in sists Mrs Ramsayys pearl chain is precious and bets with Mr Ramsay a hundred dollars while Mr Ramsay declares it a cultured one costing only 18 dollars. Mr Kelada closely examines the pearl chain. But when he is about to announce his victory he catches a sight of Mrs Ramsays paly face. At last Mr Kelada cha nges his mi nd and admits he is wrong, with the risk of damaging his reputation and losing one hundred dollars. However the n ext day, he receives a letter en closed a hun dred-dollar no te. The narrator understandsthat Mr Kelada makes a white lie and at that mome nt he dose not en tirely dislike Mr Kelada.Mr Know-all is typical post-colonial literature. Post-colonial literature is a body of literary writing that responds to the intellectual discourse of Europea n coloni zati on in the Asia, Africa, Middle East, the Pacific, and other post-co lonial areas throughout the globe. Post-co lonial literature addresses the problems and con seque nces of the de-co loni zati on of a country and of a nation, especially the political and cultural independenceof formerly subjugated colonial peoples; and it also is a literary critique of and about post-colonial literature, the undertones of which carry, com muni cate, and justify racialism and colo ni alism.[1]The con temporary forms of post-co lonial literature prese nt literary and in tellectual critiques of thepost-co lonial discourse, by en deavourri ng to assimilate post-colo nialism and its literary expressi ons.As a result, race has bee n an importa nt theme in the post-co lonial literature. Racism, un der which race-related issues are mostly discussed, invo Ives the belief in racial differe nces, which acts as a justificati on for non-equal treatme nt, or discrim in ati on, of members of that race. The term racism is com mon ly used n egatively and usually is associated with race-basedprejudice, dislike, discrim in ati on, or oppressi on. Sociologist David Wellman defines racism as a “ culturally sanctioned belief ” [2]; sociologists No?l A. Cazenave and Darlene Alvarez Maddern define racism as “...a highly organized system of race-basedgroup privilege that operates at every level of society and is held together by a sophisticated ideology of color/race supremacy." [3]Such ideology of supremacy can be typically reflected in post-co lonial theory and literature, whose overlapp ing themes in clude the in itial encoun ter with the coloni zer, the disruption of indigenous culture, the concept of “ othering” , colonial oppressi on, white supremacy, and so on.Mr Know-all is a good representationof post-colonial themes and can be better interpreted by understanding the mentality behind the colo nist ideology. This ideology divides people of the on etime com mon wealth coun tries and their desce ndants into coloni zers—the “ self” and thecolonizee—the “ other” , and develops such mentality into white supremacy, discrim in at ing aga inst all other eth ni cities.The men tality of prejudice and discrim in ati on can eve n be clearly see n at the very begi nning paragraphs. The first sentence of the n arrator is that “ was prepared to dislike Max Kelada before I knew him. ” Why the n arrator has such a strong emoti on to Mr Kelada eve n before knowing him? On the one hand, the n arrator does not want to share a cab in with a stra nger duri ng the 14-day tour from San Fra ncisco to Yokohama; on the other hand, as a more intense and imma nent reas on, the n arrator has a superiority feeling. It can be proved through the following words: It was bad eno ugh to share a cab in for fourtee n days with anyone (I was going from San Fran cisco to Yokohama), but I should have looked upon it with less dismay if my fellow passenger'name had been Smith or Brown. ” However, to the n arratorsdisappo in tme nt, his fellow passe nge'n ame is not a typical En glish n ame, but somethi ng like Kelada”.Further more, basing on Mr Kelada' baggages,his labels on the suitcases, his big wardrobe trunk, his un packed toilet thin gs, and some other dece nt private staff, the narrator makes a guess that Mr Kelada is a patron of the excelle nt Mon sieur Coty. The n arrator emphasized that he did not at all like Mr Kelada. Even the narrator knows that Mr Kelada may be of dece nt social status, he prefers to do some recreati onal activity himself. He is apparentlynot willing t o make friends with this Kelada” guy.Then Mr Kelada comes to the stage. He introduces himself so warmly and shows his amity while the n arrator resp on ses him with on ly few words. Whe n Mr Kelada says “ was jolly glad whe n I heard you were En glish. I'm all for us En glish stick ing together whe n we're abroad, if understand what I mean ”，intending to find a sense of belonging, the narrator just blinks and replies Are you English?”. From the intuitive resp on se, it can be deduced that the n arrator dose not believe Mr Kelada an En glish at all. In his mind, an real En glish should be typical En glish with typical En glish n ame and typical En glish appeara nee. Obviously, Mr Kelada is not a typical En glish. To prove it, Mr Kelada took out of his pocket a passport and airily waved in under my nose” However, the n arrator dose not regard Mr Kelada as a real En glish eve n Mr Kelada is with a passport, in stead, in the n arrator s mind, he feels pretty sure that a closer in specti on of that British passport will have betrayed the fact that Mr Kelada is born un der a bluer sky tha n is gen erally see n in En gla nd. That is to say, the n arrator obviously feels superior to Mr Kelada and Mr Kelada is just some uni mporta nt guy from some no t-heard colony. The colonies attach themselves to England and to some extent, Mr Kelada dose not deserve the British passport. In the narrator"s mind, he is relucta nt to admit that Mr Kelada is En glish as he politically.Since the n arrator has no cha nee to cha nge Mr Keladas n ati on ality, he has to stay away from Mr Kelada to keep his sense of superiority. But the hospitable Mr Kelada will n ever give him cha nee to escape. He eve n in vites the n arrator a drink although prohibiti on of alcoholic dri nk is in force. The n arrator dose not care the drink at all but Mr Kelada'orie ntal smile. The smile is so special and different from the native English '.It can be seen here that in the narrator"smind, Mr Kelada s oriental smile aga in shows his racial status. A smile is just a smile, why a smile can be judged as orie ntal? Clearly we can find that the n arrator must have some sense of superiority to the n atives of the coloni es.Any way, the n arrator is an En glish gen tlema n and he n ever shows his discrimi natio n in public. Whe n Mr. Kelada keeps talk ing from here to there, the narrator can not help thinking: The Union Jack is an impressive piece of drapery, but when it is flourished by a gentleman from Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dig nity ”.From this senten ce, it can easily con cluded that the n arrator has always holding prejudice against Mr Kelada, and those Mr Keladas” from colonies such as Alexandria or Beirut. This is an inveterate prejudice, which is inborn in the British backbone, in all aspectsfrom politic to daily things. The narrator says again: “I did not like Mr Kelada” with no hesitati on.Thi ngs come more horrible whe n Mr Kelada in terrupts the n arratorcards play ing. To the n arrator, there is no thi ng more exasperati ng whe n he play ing patie nee tha n be told where to put the card he has tur ned up before he has had a cha nee to look for himself. As a result, the n arrator emphasizes: “did not like Mr Kelada ”.lt is no wonder that Mr Kelada ' behaviour is annoying, but the prejudice and discrim in atio n aga inst Mr Kelada must straighte n the n arrato'avers ion to Mr Kelada.Whe n the n arrator hears the n ews that Mr Kelada has take n a seat for him, he is n ot happy at all. Through gett ing along with Mr Kelada for 3 days, the n arrator prese nts a clearer image of Mr Kelada to the readers. Mr Kelada is a good mixer and he knows every one on board. He runs everythi ng. He is everywhere and always. The people on board give him a nickn ame -- Mr Kno w-all, which Mr Kelada takes it as a compleme nt. What'more, Mr Kelada is a loquacious and argume ntative man that he will not drop a subject, however uni mporta nt, till has brought others to his way of thinking.No one on board tries to persuade Mr Kelada except Mr Ramasy. Mr Ramsay is in the America n Con sular Service, and Mrs Ramsay, who has bee n spe nding a year at home alon e, is an elega nt lady.One evening at dinner the conversation by chanee drifts to the subjectof pearl. Mr Kelada, as usual, shows aris of erudition. He tells others he deals with pearl bus in ess. He is expert in pearl. Mr Ramsay do not know much in the pearl field, but he can not resist the opport unity tohave a fling at the Levantine -- Mr Kelada, resulting in a every hearted argume ntatio n.To get an absolute victory and show all the prese nters his professi on, Mr Kelada decides to bet Mr Ramsay on his wife ' pearl chain. Mr Kelada think the pearl chain is precious and of great value while Mr Ramsay in sist that the pearl cha in is bought by 18 dollars and with no value. To prove its value, Mr Kelada takes a magnifying glass and closely exam ined it. After that, Mr Kelada is sure of the pearl chain's value and a smile of triumph spreads on his face. However he sudde nly catches sight of Mrs Ramsay "spaly face. He at once un dersta nds that somethi ng secret happens to Mrs Ramsay because Mr Ramsay can not afford such a precious pearl cha in. At last Mr Kelada makes great efforts and say: “ was mistakerf.Mr Ramsay wins and he get the one hun dred dollars.The next day Mr Kelada gets a letter witch is enclosed with a hun dred-dollar n ote. The n arrator is sure that the pearl cha in is real and precious. At that moment, the narrator dose not entirely dislike Mr Kelada.From the climax of this short story, we can clear see that Mr Kelada isa man deserv ing respect. Mr Ramsay is not ill-paid and can not buy his wife such a precious pearl cha in. Mr Kelada comes to realize that there is something secret happens to Mrs Ramsay, may be the precious pearl cha in is bought by Mrs Ramsayslover. To keep Mrs Ramsa'secret and save Mr & Mrs Ramsay ' marriage, Mr Kelada admit he is mistake n and the pearl chain is cultured. And he loses his one hundred dollars. Mr Kelada is a person who cares so much in his reputation and dignity, however, he still tells a white lie in the cost of losing face and one hun dred dollars. He is n ot a man who is eager to win at any cost although he tends to show off his eruditi on. To some exte nt, Mr Kelada sacrifices himself for Mr & Mrs Ramsay. Although he is not a n ative En glish, and sometimes he has a oriental smile, he is a guy of beautiful moral characters.Words Cited1. Hart, Jon atha n; Goldie, Terrie,1993Post-colo nial theory ,Un iversity of Toro nto Press, P155.2. Wellman, David T. ,1993, a Portraits of White Racism New York, NY: Cambridge Uni versity Press. pp. x.3. Cazenave, No?l A. & Darlene Alvarez,1999, “ Defendingthe White Race:White Male Faculty Opposition to a White Racism Course ”,Race andSociety2. pp. 25-50.。

成人高等教育学士学位英语真题12 (1)

成人高等教育学士学位英语真题12(总分：100.00，做题时间：90分钟)一、Part Ⅰ Vocabulary and Structure(总题数：40，分数：20.00)1.The lady treats the boy next door well as if he ______ her own son.（分数：0.50）A.isB.wasC.were √D.would be解析：[解析] 由treats一词可知，此处as if引导的从句表示与现在事实相反，所以应用一般过去时表示对现在情况的虚拟，be动词用were。

故选C。

2.______ Pacific Ocean is ______ very large sea to the west of North and South America, and to the east of Asia and Australia.（分数：0.50）A.The; a √B.A; theC.The; theD.A; a解析：[解析] 表示海洋、湖泊等地理名词前要加定冠词the；不特指的可数名词单数前要加a或an(首字母发音是元音的单词时)。

故选A。

3.If only I ______ hard in the past few months! But I didn"t work hard enough and failed the maths examination,（分数：0.50）A.workB.workedC.have workedD.had worked √解析：[解析] if only意为“要是……就好了”，其后的从句常用虚拟语气表示一种没有实现或无法实现的愿望。

根据句中的“in the past few months”可知，此处是对过去情况的假设，所以要用过去完成时(had done)。

故选D。

4.Be careful when you cross this very busy street. If not, you may get ______ by a car.（分数：0.50）A.run outB.run over √C.run awayD.run after解析：[解析] run out：用完，耗尽；run over：撞倒并辗过；run away：跑开；run after：追赶。

(必考题)中考英语常用语法知识——形容词经典题(答案解析)

一、选择题1．—I hear that Lucy’s mother is a teacher in our school.— Yes, look, the woman ______ is teaching over there is her mother.A．whom B．who C．what D．which B解析：B【解析】【详解】句意：——我听说露西的妈妈是我们学校的一名教师。

——是的，看，正在那里教学的女人是她的妈妈。

考查定语从句。

whom关系代词，指人，在从句中作宾语；who关系代词，指人，在从句中作主语或宾语；what定语从句关系词没有what；which关系代词，指物，在从句中作主语和宾语。

先行词是the woman，指人，且在从句中作主语，用who，故选B。

2．Mr. White went to his hometown and visited the old house _______ he was born in. A．what B．who C．which D．it C解析：C【解析】【详解】句意：White先生去了他的家乡，参观了他出生的老房子。

what什么；who谁；which哪一个；it它。

根据句子结构可知，该空引导的是定语从句，修饰名词the old house，先排除A和D；先行词指物，故B不对，选C。

3．Chaoyang Experimental School is the best school _______ Carl has visited in Chaoshan area. A．which B．that C．when D．where B解析：B【解析】【详解】句意：朝阳实验学校是卡尔在潮汕地区参观的最好的学校。

考查定语从句。

此处引导定语从句，修饰其前先行词school，此处关系词作定语从句中作宾语，应该用关系代词，所以排除CD；先行词被最高级修饰，关系代词只用that，故选B。

Mr. Know All 难词难句释义

Difficult words and sentences1原文：（Para 1）It suggested closed portholes and the night air rigidly excluded.—porthole：a window in a ship or airplane解释部分（所有解释部分均不显示在ppt中）：Porthole means a window in a ship or airplane. According to the text, the war had just finished.The traffic was heavy and the berths were not enough.The narrator had to squeeze in a double cabin with sb. else, and his name was Kelada.The author disliked him and felt uncomfortable，even hard to breathe.Explaination in Chinese：原文大致可以翻译成“克拉达”使我有一种在空气不流通的房间里的感觉。

2原文：（Para 2）I called for a pack of cards and began to play patience.—play patience：a single game that one plays to kill time解释部分：You can realize the game needs patience and here it means a single card game. Explaination in Chinese 玩单人纸牌游戏3原文：（Para 10）I fell pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport would have betrayed the fact that Mr. Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England. —His looks—The weather in England—Mr. Kelada is not like an English at all解释部分：From the observation and description of the author , Mr. Kelada had an English passport, but nothing like the English.He was short and of a sturdy build and dark-skinned. According to the England cloudy and rainy climate, there is no enough sunlight to make the skin dark, so the narrator says that Kelada was probably born in a bluer sky.And there will be more adequate sunlight. And Kelada’s accent is not like the English as well. Of course, there is something related to the England colonial policy at that time. And this sentence can be an evidence that you can find to show his prejudice.Explaination in Chinese：从作者的观察和描述当中可以看到，克拉达先生虽然有英国的护照，但一点也不像英国人，他短小精悍，皮肤黝黑。

初中英语代词专项练习题附答案(解析)

初中英语代词专项训练及答案1．—Don’t be angry with your kid when he makes a mistake again, will you?—No, I won’t. I know that _______ of us are perfect after all.A．none B．neither C．no one D．all【答案】A【解析】【分析】【详解】句意：——当你的孩子再次犯错时，不要生他的气，好吗？——不，我不会。

我知道我们都不是完美的。

考查代词。

none没有人（三者或三者以上都不），常与of连用；neither 两者都不；no one没有人，不与of连用；all所有的（三者或三者以上都）；根据“of us”可知，描述范围是us（三者以上），根据“No, I won’t.”和“are perfect after all.”可知，我们没有人是完美的，此处是none of us“我们中没有人”，故选A。

2．— Are there ________ vegetables in the soup?— Yes. There are ________ tomatoes.A．some; any B．some; some C．any; any D．any; some【答案】D【解析】【详解】句意：——在汤里有一些蔬菜吗？——是的。

有一些西红柿。

考查形容词辨析。

any“任何的，一些”，经常用于疑问问句或者否定句中；some“一些”，经常用于肯定句中。

根据第一句为一般疑问句，回答是肯定句，故选D。

3．Teenagers often find _________ necessary to communicate, but don’t know who to talk to. A．that B．it C．them D．this【答案】B【解析】【详解】句意：青少年经常觉得有必要进行交流沟通，但却不知道该和谁去交谈。

从人性的角度浅谈《mr.know-all》中的人物角色

从人性的角度浅谈《mr.know-all》中的人物角色摘要：“Mr. Know-all”译为中文《万事通先生》，是由威廉·萨默塞特·毛姆创作的著名短篇小说。

威廉·萨默塞特·毛姆是英国历史上久富盛名的作家和戏剧家之一，也是二十世纪拥有诸多读者的作家”。

毛姆的个性坦率，常常宣言不讳，因此总是招引文艺批评界的诋毁，但他仍坚持以英、法等国为题材创作了大量短篇小说，在20世纪英国短篇小说史中，占据了重要的地位。

毛姆短篇小说的标志就是冷静，客观和深刻地剖析与解读人性的弱点，无情地嘲弄，讽刺了当时西方社会中人与人之间的畸形关系。

上流社会的荒理无度以及下层人民的苦难生活，导致了人们对美好世界的幻想，让人们从他的小说中亲身领赂，目睹了社会的罪恶，人性的丑恶及命运的不公。

本文便从小说《万事通先生》中出发，寻觅毛姆作品中对人性的剖析与战后资本主义社会畸形又病态的社会关系。

一、《Mr.Know-all》的故事情节《Mr.Know-all》是英国著名小说家、戏剧家和散文家威廉.萨默赛特.毛姆的作品之一。

《Mr.Know-all》一文主要围绕叙述者对凯兰达的情感态度转变而展开。

叙述者最初因凯兰达的姓名，肤色和行李的摆放而对凯兰达产生厌恶之感，到最后因凯兰达对拉姆齐夫人的外遇事件保持沉默而导致厌恶感的消失。

整篇小说的转折点也正是整个船舱的人对拉姆齐夫人项链的讨论。

在讨论过程中，在叙述者眼中一向无所不知的高傲的凯兰达最终竟然为了拉姆齐夫妇的和谐，宁愿牺牲自己的形象并对全舱的游客说了一个谎言：拉姆齐夫人的项链价值18美元；而在各位眼中一向乖巧、温柔和贤惠的拉姆齐夫人也向拉姆齐说了一个谎言：项链是我离开纽约前在一家百货商店买的。

他们的谎言是善还是恶，他们的本性又是如何呢？二、关于叙述者的人物性格分析文章是以“我”这个叙述者的第一人称视角进行讲述和推动故事情节发展的。

“我”是一个典型的英国旧社会贵族中的上流人士。

Mr_Know-All

Mr Know-All♦I was prepared to dislike Max Kelada even before I knew him. The war had just finished and the passenger traffic in the ocean–going liners was heavy. Accommodation was very hard to get and you had to put up with whatever the agents chose to offer you. Y ou could not hope for a cabin to yourself and I was thankful to be given one in which there were only two berths. But when I was told the name of my companion my heart sank. It suggested closed port–holes and the night air rigidly excluded. I t was bad enough to share a cabin for fourteen days with anyone (I was going from San Francisco to Y okohama), but I should have looked upon it with less dismay if my fellow–passenger’s name had been Smith or Brown.When I went on board I found Mr Kelada’s luggage already below. I did not like the look of it; there were too many labels on the suitcases, and the wardrobe trunk was too big. He had unpacked his toilet things, and I observed that he was a patron of the excellent Monsieur Coty; for I saw on the washing–stand his scent, his hair–wash, and his brilliantine. Mr Kelada’s brushes, ebony with his monogram in gold, would have been all the better for a scrub. I did not at all like Mr Kelada. I made my way into the smoking–room.I called for a pack of cards and began to play patience. I had scarcely started before a man came up to me and asked me if he was right in thinking my name was so–and–so.‘I am Mr Kelada,’ he added, with a smile that showed a row of flashing teeth, and sat down.‘Oh, yes, we’re sharing a cabin, I think.’‘Bit of luck, I call it. Y ou never know who you’re going to be put in with. I was jolly glad when I heard you were English. I’m all for us English sticking together when we’re abroad, if you understand what I mean.’I blinked.‘Are you English?’ I asked, perhaps tactlessly.‘Rather. Y ou don’t think I look an American, do you? British to the backbone, that’s what I am.’T o prove it, Mr Kelada took out of his pocket a passport and airily waved it under my nose.King George has many strange subjects. Mr Kelada was short and of a sturdy build, clean–shaven and dark–skinned, with a fleshy, hooked nose and very large, lustrous and liquid eyes. His long black hair was sleek and curly. He spoke with a fluency in which there was nothing English and his gestures were exuberant. I felt pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport would have betrayed the fact that Mr Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England.‘What will you have?’ he asked me.I looked at him doubtfully. Prohibition was in force and to all appearances the ship was bone–dry. When I am not thirsty I do not know which I dislike more, ginger–ale or lemon–squash. But Mr Kelada flashed an oriental smile at me.‘Whisky and soda or a dry Martini, you have only to say the word.’From each of his hip–pockets he fished a flask and laid them on the table before me. I chose the Martini, and calling the steward he ordered a tumbler of ice and a couple of glasses.‘A very good cocktail,’ I said.‘Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and if you’ve got any friends on board, you tell them you’ve got a pal who’s got all the liquor in the world.’Mr Kelada was chatty. He talked of New Y ork and of San Francisco. He discussed plays, pictures, and politics. He was patriotic. The Union Jack is an impressive piece of drapery, but when it is flourished by a gentleman from Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dignity. Mr Kelada was familiar. I do not wish to put on airs, but I cannot help feeling that it is seemly in a total stranger to put mister before my name when he addresses me. Mr Kelada, doubtless to set me at my ease, used no such formality. I did not like Mr Kelada. I had put aside the cards when he sat down, but now, thinking that for this first occasion our conversation had lasted long enough, I went on with my game.‘The three on the four,’ said Mr Kelada.There is nothing more exasperating when you are playing patience than to be told where to put the card you have turned up before you have had a chance to look for yourself.‘It’s coming out, it’s coming out,’ he cried. ‘The ten on the knave.’With rage and hatred in my heart I finished. Then he seized the pack.‘Do you like card tricks?’‘No, I hate card tricks,’ I answered.‘Well, I’ll just show you this one.’He showed me three. Then I said I would go down to the dining–room and get my seat at table.‘Oh, that’s all right,’ he said. ‘I’ve already taken a seat for you. I thought that as we were in the same state–room we might just as well sit at the same table.’I did not like Mr Kelada.I not only shared a cabin with him and ate three meals a day at the same table, but I could not walk round the deck without his joining me. I t was impossible to snub him. I t never occurred to him that he was not wanted.He was certain that you were as glad to see him as he was to see you. In your own house you might have kicked him downstairs and slammed the door in his face without the suspicion dawning on him that he was not a welcome visitor. He was a good mixer, and in three days knew everyone on board. He ran everything. He managed the sweeps, conducted the auctions, collected money for prizes at the sports, got up quoit and golf matches, organized the concert, and arranged the fancy–dress ball. He was everywhere and always. He was certainly the best–hated man in the ship. We called him Mr Know–All, even to his face. He took it as a compliment. But it was at meal times that he was most intolerable. For the better part of an hour then he had us at his mercy. He was hearty, jovial, loquacious and argumentative. He knew everything better than anybody else, and it was an affront to his overweening vanity that you should disagree with him. He would not drop a subject, however unimportant, till he had brought you round to his way of thinking. The possibility that he could be mistaken never occurred to him. He was the chap who knew. We sat at the doctor’s table. Mr Kelada would certainly have had it all his own way, for the doctor was lazy and I was frigidly indifferent, except for a man called Ramsay who sat there also. He was as dogmatic as Mr Kelada and resented bitterly the Levantine’s cocksureness. The discussions they had were acrimonious and interminable.Ramsay was in the American Consular Service, and was stationed at Kobe. He was a great heavy fellow from the Middle West, with loose fat under a tight skin, and he bulged out of his ready–made clothes. He was on his way back to resume his post, having been on a flying visit to New Y ork to fetch his wife, who had been spending a year at home. Mrs Ramsay was a very pretty little thing, with pleasant manners and a sense of humour. The Consular Service is ill paid, and she was dressed always very simply; but she knew how to wear her clothes. She achieved an effect of quiet distinction. I should not have paid any particular attention to her but that she possessed a quality that may be common enough in women, but nowadays is not obvious in their demeanour. Y ou could not look at her without being struck by her modesty. It shone in her like a flower on a coat.One evening at dinner the conversation by chance drifted to the subject of pearls. There had been in the papers a good deal of talk about the culture pearls which the cunning Japanese were making, and the doctor remarked that they must inevitably diminish the value of real ones. They were very good already; they would soon be perfect. Mr Kelada, as was his habit, rushed the new topic. He told us all that was to be known about pearls. I do not believe Ramsay knew anything about them at all, but he could not resist the opportunity to have a fling at the Levantine, and in five minutes we were in the middle of a heated argument. I had seen Mr Kelada vehement and voluble before, but never so voluble and vehement as now. At last something that Ramsay said stung him, for he thumped the table and shouted:‘Well, I ought to know what I am talking about. I’m going to Japan just to look into this Japanese pearl business. I’m in the trade and there’s not a man in it who won’t tell you that what I say about pearls goes. I know all the best pearls in the world, and what I don’t know about pearls isn’t worth knowing.’Here was news for us, for Mr Kelada, with all his loquacity, had never told anyone what his business was. We only knew vaguely that he was going to Japan on some commercial errand. He looked round the table triumphantly.‘They’ll never be able to get a culture pearl that an expert like me can’t tell with half an eye.’ He pointed to a chain that Mrs Ramsay wore. ‘Y ou take my word for it, Mrs Ramsay, that chain you’re wearing will never be worth a cent less than it is now.’Mrs Ramsay in her modest way flushed a little and slipped the chain inside her dress. Ramsay leaned forward. He gave us all a look and a smile flickered in his eyes.‘That’s a pretty chain of Mrs Ramsay’s, isn’t it?’‘I noticed it at once,’ answered Mr Kelada. ‘Gee, I said to myself, those are pearls all right.’‘I didn’t buy it myself, of course. I’d be interested to know how much you think it cost.’‘Oh, in the trade somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. But if it was bought on Fifth Avenue I shouldn’t be surprised to hear that anything up to thirty thousand was paid for it.’Ramsay smiled grimly.‘Y ou’ll be surprised to hear that Mrs Ramsay bought that string at a department store the day before we left New Y ork, for eighteen dollars.’ Mr Kelada flushed.‘Rot. It’s not only real, but it’s as fine a string for its size as I’ve ever seen.’‘Will you bet on it? I’ll bet you a hundred dollars it’s imitation.’‘Done.’‘Oh, Elmer, you can’t bet on a certainty,’ said Mrs Ramsay.She had a little smile on her lips and her tone was gently deprecating.‘Can’t I? If I get a chance of easy money like that I should be all sorts of a fool not to take it.’‘But how can it be proved?’ she continued. ‘It’s only my word against Mr Kelada’s.’‘Let me look at the chain, and if it’s imitation I’ll tell you quickly enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars,’ said Mr Kelada.‘Take it off, dear. Let the gentleman look at it as much as he wants.’Mrs Ramsay hesitated a moment. She put her hands to the clasp.‘I can’t undo it,’ she said. ‘Mr Kelada will just have to take my word for it.’I had a sudden suspicion that something unfortunate was about to occur, but I could think of nothing to say.Ramsay jumped up.‘I’ll undo it.’He handed the chain to Mr Kelada. The Levantine took a magnifying glass from his pocket and closely examined it. A smile of triumph spread over his smooth and swarthy face. He handed back the chain. He was about to speak. Suddenly he caught sight of Mrs Ramsay’s face. It was so white that she looked as though she were about to faint. She was staring at him with wide and terrified eyes. They held a desperate appeal; it was so clear that I wondered why her husband did not see it.Mr Kelada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. Y ou could almost see the effort he was making over himself.‘I was mistaken,’ he said.’ It’s a very good imitation, but of course as soon as I looked through my glass I saw that it wasn’t real. I think eighteen dollars is just about as much as the damned thing’s worth.’He took out his pocket–book and from it a hundred–dollar note. He handed it to Ramsay without a word.‘Perhaps that’ll teach you not to be so cocksure another time, my young friend,’ said Ramsay as he took the note.I noticed that Mr Kelada’s hands were trembling.The story spread over the ship as stories do, and he had to put up with a good deal of chaff that evening. It was a fine joke that Mr Know–All had been caught out. But Mrs Ramsay retired to her state–room with a headache.Next morning I got up and began to shave. Mr Kelada lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. Suddenly there was a small scraping sound and I saw a letter pushed under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I picked up the letter and saw that it was addressed to Max Kelada. The name was written in block letters. I handed it to him.‘Who’s this from?’ He opened it. ‘Oh!’He took out of the envelope, not a letter, but a hundred–dollar note. He looked at me and again he reddened. He tore the envelope into little bits and gave them to me.‘Do you mind just throwing them out of the port–hole?’I did as he asked, and then I looked at him with a smile.‘No one likes being made to look a perfect damned fool,’ he said.‘Were the pearls real?’‘If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn’t let her spend a year in New Y ork while I stayed at Kobe,’ said he.At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr Kelada. He reached out for his pocket–book and carefully put in it the hundred–dollar note.。

Mr.-Know-All教学内容

Mr. Know AllW. Somerset MaughamI was prepared to dislike Max Kelada even before I knew him. The war had just finished and the passenger traffic in the ocean-going liners was heavy. Accommodation was very hard to get and you had to put up with whatever the agents chose to offer you. You could not hope for a cabin to yourself and I was thankful to be given one in which there were only two berths. But when I was told the name of my companion my heart sank. It suggested closed portholes and the night air rigidly excluded. It was bad enough to share a cabin for fourteen days with anyone (I was going from San Francisco to Yokohama, but I should have looked upon it with less dismay if my fellow passenger’s name had been Smith or Brown.When I went on board I f ound Mr Kelada’s luggage already below. I did not like the look of it; there were too many labels on the suit-cases, and the wardrobe trunk was too big. He had unpacked his toilet things, and I observed that he was a patron of the excellent Monsieur Coty; for I saw on the washing-stand his scent, his hair-wash and his brilliantine. Mr Kelada’s brushes, ebony with his monogram in gold, would have been all the better for a scrub. I did not at all like Mr Kelada. I made my way into the smoking-room. I called for a pack of cards and began to play patience. I had scarcely started before a man came up to me and asked me if he was right in thinking my name was so and so.“I am Mr Kelada,” he added, with a smile that showed a row of flashing teeth, and sat down.“Oh, yes, we’re sharing a cabin, I think.”“Bit of luck, I call it. You never know who you’re going to be put in with. I was jolly glad when I heard you were English. I’m all for us English slicking together when we’re abroad, if you understand what I mean.”I blinked.“Are you English?” I asked, perhaps tactlessly.“Rather. You don’t think I look like an American, do you? British to the backbone, that’s what I am.”To prove it, Mr Kelada took out of his pocket a passport and airily waved it under my nose.King George has many strange subjects. Mr Kelada was short and of a sturdy build, clean-shaven and dark-skinned, with a fleshy hooked nose and very large, lustrous and liquid eyes. His long black hair was sleek and curly. He spoke with a fluency in which there was nothing English and his gestures were exuberant. I fell pretty sure that a closer inspection of that British passport would have betrayed the fact that Mr Kelada was born under a bluer sky than is generally seen in England.“What will you have?” he asked me.I looked at him doubtfully. Prohibition was in force and to all appearance the ship was bone-dry. When I am not thirsty I do not know which I dislike more, ginger ale or lemon squash. But Mr Kelada flashed an oriental smile at me.“Whisky and soda or a dry martini, you have only to say the word.”From each of his hip pockets he fished a flask and laid it on the table before me. I chose the martini, and calling the steward he ordered a tumbler of ice and a couple of glasses.“A very good cocktail,” I said.“Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and if you’ve got any friends on board, you tell them you’ve got a pal who’s got all the liquor in the world.”Mr Kelada was chatty. He talked of New York and of San Francisco. He discussed plays, pictures, and politics. He was patriotic. The Union Jack is an impressive piece of drapery, but when it is nourished by a gentleman from Alexandria or Beirut, I cannot but feel that it loses somewhat in dignity. Mr Kelada was familiar.” I do not wish to put on airs, but I cannot help feeling that it is seemly in a total stranger to put “mister” before my name when he addresses me. Mr Kelada, doubtless to set me at my case, used no such formality. I did not like Mr Kelada. I had put aside the cards when he sat down, but now, thinking that for this first occasion our conversation had lasted long enough, I went on with my game.“The three on the four,” said Mr Kelada.There is nothing more exasperating when you are playing patience than to be told where to put the card you have turned up before you have had a chance to look for yourself.“It’s coming out, it’s coming out,” he cried. “The ten on the knave.”With rage and hatred in my heart I finished.Then he seized the pack.“Do you like card tricks?”“No, I hate card tricks,” I answered.“Well, I’ll just show you this one.”He showed me three. Then I said I would go down to the dining-room and get my seat at table.“Oh, that’s all right,” he said. “I’ve already taken a seat for you. I th ought that as we were in the same state-room we might just as well sit at the same table.”I did not like Mr Kelada.I not only shared a cabin with him and ate three meals a day at the same table, but I could not walk round the deck without his joining me. It was impossible to snub him. It never occurred to him that he was not wanted. He was certain that you were as glad to see him as he was to see you. In your own house you might have kicked him downstairs and slammed the door in his face without the suspicion dawning on him that he was not a welcome visitor. He was a good mixer, and in three days knew everyone on board. He ran everything. He managed the sweeps, conducted the auctions, collected money for prizes at the sports, got up quoit and golf matches, organized the concert and arranged the fancy-dress ball. He was everywhere and always. He was certainly the best haled man in the ship. We called him Mr Know-All, even to his face. He took it as a compliment. But it was at mealtimes that he was most intolerable. For the better part of an hour then he had us at his mercy. He was hearty, jovial, loquacious and argumentative. He knew everything better than anybody else, and it was an affront to his overweening vanity that you should disagree with him. He would not drop a subject, however unimportant, till he had broughtyou round to his way of thinking. The possibility that he could be mistaken never occurred to him. He was the chap who knew. We sat at the doctor’s table. Mr Kelada would certainly have had i t all his own way, for the doctor was lazy and I was frigidly indifferent, except for a man called Ramsay who sat there also. He was as dogmatic as Mr Kelada and resented bitterly the Levantine’s cocksureness. The discussions they had were acrimonious and interminable.Ramsay was in the American Consular Service and was stationed at Kobe. He was a great heavy fellow from the Middle West, with loose fat under a tight skin, and he bulged out of this really-made clothes. He was on his way back to resume his post, having been on a flying visit to New York to retell his wife who had been spending a year at home. Mrs Ramsay was a very pretty little thing, with pleasant manners and a sense of humour. The Consular Service is ill-paid, and she was dressed always very simply; but she knew how to wear her clothes. She achieved an effect of quiet distinction. I should not have paid any particular attention to her but that she possessed a quality that may be common enough in women, but nowadays is not obvious in their demeanour. You could not look at her without being struck by her modesty. It shone in her like a flower on a coat.One evening at dinner the conversation by chance drifted to the subject of pearls. There had been in the papers a good deal of talk about the culture pearls which the cunning Japanese were making, and the doctor remarked that they must inevitably diminish the value of real ones. They were very good already; they would soon be perfect. Mr Kelada, as was his habit, rushed the new topic. He told us all that was to be known about pearls. I do not believe Ramsay knew anything about them at all, but he could not resist the opportunity to have a fling at the Levantine, and in five minutes we were in the middle of a heated argument. I had seen Mr Kelada vehement and voluble before, but never so voluble and vehement as now. At last something that Ramsay said stung him, for he thumped the table and shouted:“Well, I ought to know what I am talking about. I’m going to Japan just to look into this Japanese p earl business. I’m in the trade and there’s not a man in it who won’t tell you that what I say about pearls goes. I know all the best pearls in the world, and what I don’t know about pearls isn’t worth knowing.”Here was news for us, for Mr Kelada, with all his loquacity, had never told anyone what his business was. We only knew vaguely that he was going to Japan on some commercial errand. He looked round the table triumphantly.“They’ll never be able to get a culture pearl that an expert like me can’t tell with half an eye.” He pointed to a chain that Mrs Ramsay wore. “You take my word for it, Mrs Ramsay, that chain you’re wearing will never be worth a cent less than it is now.”Mrs Ramsay in her modest way flushed a little and slipped the chain inside her dress. Ramsay leaned forward. He gave us all a look and a smile flickered in his eyes.“That’s a pretty chain of Mrs Ramsay’s, isn’t it?”“I noticed it at once,” answered Mr Kelada. “Gee, I said to myself, those are pearls all right.”“I didn’t buy it myself, of course. I’d be interested to know how much you think it cost.”“Oh, in the trade somewhere round fifteen thousand dollars. But if it was bought on FifthAvenue shouldn’t be surprised to hear that anything up to thirty thousand was paid for it.”Ramsay smiled grimly.“You’ll be surprised to hear that Mrs Ramsay bought that siring at a department store the day before we left New York, for eighteen dollars.”Mr Kelada flushed.“Rot. It’s not only real, but it’s as fine a siring for its size as I’ve ever seen.”“Will you bet on it? I’ll bet you a hundred dollars it’s imitation.”“Done.”“Oh, Elmer, you can’t bet on a certainty,” said Mrs Ramsay.She had a little smile on her lips and her tone was gently deprecating.“Can’t I? If I get a ch ance of easy money like that I should be all sorts of a fool not to take it.”“But how can it be proved?” she continued. “It’s only my word against Mr Kelada’s.”“Let me look at the chain, and if it’s imitation I’ll tell you quickly enough. I can afford to lose a hundred dollars,” said Mr Kelada.“Take it off, dear. Let the gentleman look at it as much as he wants.”Mrs Ramsay hesitated a moment. She put her hands to the clasp.“I can’t undo it,” she said. “Mr Kelada will just have to take my word for it.”I had a sudden suspicion that something unfortunate was about to occur, but I could think of nothing to say.Ramsay jumped up.“I’ll undo it.”He handed the chain to Mr Kelada. The Levantine look a magnifying glass from his pocket and closely examined it. A smile of triumph spread over his smooth and swarthy face. He handed back the chain. He was about to speak. Suddenly he caught sight of Mrs Ramsay’s face. It was so white that she looked as though she were about to faint. She was staring at him with wide and terrified eyes. They held a desperate appeal; it was so clear that I wondered why her husband did not see it.Mr Kelada stopped with his mouth open. He flushed deeply. You could almost see the effort he was making over himself.“I was mistaken,” he said. “It’s a very good imitation, but of course as soon as I looked through my glass I saw that it wasn’t real. I think eighteen dollars is just about as much as the damned thing’s worth.”He took out his pocket book and from it a hundred-dollar bill. He handed it to Ramsay without a word.“Perhaps that’ll teach you not to be so cocksure another time, my young friend,” said Ramsay as he took the note.I noticed that Mr Kelada’s hands were trembling.The story spread over the ship as stories do, and he had to put up with a good deal of chaff that evening. It was a fine joke that Mr Know-All had been caught out. But Mrs Ramsay retired toher state-room with a headache.Next morning I got up and began to shave. Mr Kelada lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. Suddenly there was a small scraping sound and I saw a letter pushed under the door. I opened the door and looked out. There was nobody there. I picked up the letter and saw that it was addressed to Max Kelada. The name was written in block letters. I handed it to him.“Who’s this from?” He opened it. “Oh!”He took out of the envelope, not a letter, but a hundred-dollar bill. He looked at me and again he reddened. He tore the envelope into little bits and gave them to me.“Do you mind just throwing them out of the porthole?” I did as he asked, and then I looked at him with a smile.“No one likes being made to look a perfect damned fool,” he said.“Were the pearls real?”“If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn’t let her spend a year in New Yor k while I stayed at Kobe,” said he.At that moment I did not entirely dislike Mr Kelada. He reached out for his pocket book and carefully put in it the hundred-dollar note.。

mr know all 解析

Mr Kelada自称做珠宝生意，并且看到一位女士的项链要值5000美元，可是女士的老公说只是仿制品，值18美元。

二人相争不下，准备打100美元赌。

当Mr Kelada取项链时发现女士面色苍白，立刻知道了一切。

Mr Kelada支付了100美元，承认是自己输了。

文章结尾，Mr Kelada收到了门缝塞进来的100美元，并且对我说：“如果我有一名年轻的妻子，我不会让她独自待在家一年的”。

Analysis-of-“Mr.-Know-all”

Analysis of “Mr. Know-all”“Mr. Know-all” was written by William Somerset Maugham. He was a British playwright and novelist. Maugham was born in Paris in 1874. He had an awful childhood because he always bullied by other children. Experience of young age has deeply influenced his worldview and literary creation.In 1897, he published his first novel, Liza of Lambeth, a tale of working-class adultery and its consequences. In 1916, Maugham travelled to the Pacific to research his novel The Moon and Sixpence. In 1920, he came to China and wrote a travel notes called On a Chinese Screen. He wrote a lot of articles all his life.In 1954, he was made a Companion of Honor. Maugham was among the most popular writers of his era and reputedly the highest-paid author during the 1930s.As for the main plot of this article, this story focuses on the narrator’s changing attitude to Mr. Kelada. At first, the narrator showed a bad impression on Mr. Kelada because of his name, skin color and the placement of his luggage. He also created a feeling of disgust about Mr. Kelada. Finally, at the end of the story, his original emotion to Mr. Kelada has been completely changed. But this change was not been directly written in words but in a very subtle way. “"If I had a pretty little wife I shouldn’t let her spend a year in New York while I stayed at Kobe," said he.” This sentence pointed out the truth of the story and also the time that the narrator changed his view of Mr. Kelada. The turning point of the novel is the discussion of Ramsay's necklace from the whole cabin.When the narrator saw Mr. Kelada at the first time, Mr. Kelada showed overtures actively, and put forward different topics constantly. So he was a friendly person. He was good at communicating and organizing, because “he managed the sweeps, collected money for prizes at the sports, got up quoit and golf matches, organized the concert and arranged the fancy-dress ball”. He dared to argue and was unyielding. He argued with Mr. Ramsay intensely. He was prideful. However, when he saw Mrs. Ramsay’s white face, who were about to faint, he showed his kindness. Because of his carefulness and keen powers of observation, Mr. Ramsay retained his dignity.More often than not, people are inclined to think they have known a certain person enough by his or her everyday appearance, manners, speech and behaviors and therefore tend to draw their conclusions on what this person is like in nature. Nonetheless, this could be misguiding and a misconception if we don't see how he or she reacts at the turning point of matters that concern not just him or her, but also others. Time reveals a person's heart, so does the adversity as illustrated in the short story--Mr. Know All which tries to convey a key message to its readers: don't make your judgment about a book by its cover until you have read it through.[1][2][3]周帆作者简介俞苑苑情节介绍顾月人物分析舒立挺主题分析。

初中英语代词专题训练答案解析

初中英语代词专项训练及答案1．— Is this ________ computer?—Yes, it’s ________. My mother bought it for me.A．you; me B．your; my C．yours; mine D．your; mine【答案】D【解析】【详解】句意：——这是你的电脑么? ——是的，它是我的。

我的妈妈给我买的。

考查物主代词。

you你,主格；me我，宾格；your你的；my我的；yours你的东西；mine 我的东西。

根据“computer”可知表达“你的电脑”，用形容词性物主代词“your”。

根据“it’s”可知表达“我的电脑”用名词性物主代词“mine”做表语，相当于“my computer”。

故选D。

2．Judy, don’t put your shoes here. ________, please.A．Put it away B．Put away them C．Put them away【答案】C【解析】【详解】句意：朱迪，不要把你的鞋子放在这里。

请把它们收起来。

考查动词短语。

put away收起来，与人称代词连用时，代词置于短语中间，排除B；再由“shoes”可知此处用them而不用it，排除A。

故选C。

3．Try singing some English songs, and you’ll find it interesting ________ a foreign language. A．learning B．learn C．to learn【答案】C【解析】【详解】句意：试试唱些英文歌曲，你会发现学习一门外语很有趣。

考查it作形式宾语用法。

find it adj. to do sth.“发现做某事怎样”，其中“it”为形式宾语，不定式是真正的宾语。

故选C。

4．It was an easy question but ________ in our class could answer it.A．somebody B．anybody C．nobody D．everybody【答案】C【解析】【分析】【详解】句意：这是一个简单的问题，但我们班没有人能回答它。

Mr-know-all分析

Mr know allThe novel Mr. Know-All was misused in the demonstration considering the moral the book carries. The author Maugham told us a story to reveal that human beings are the most complex and refined creatures on Earth; Never judge people from their appearances or rumors you have heard about them. The novel Mr. Know-All proved to have little or even nothing to do with the thesis of this debater. It would be more preferable if this debater made a better understanding of this novel before using it as a supprot for his view.The narrator was prepared to dislike Mr. Kelada even before he saw him. When he first entered the cabin, he saw Mr. Kelada's luggage and toilet things that had already been unpacked. The man's name and the sight of his things aroused a strong repulsion in him since he was prejudiced against all non- Britons, feeling superior to them. The irony of the story lies in the fact that the list of Mr. Kelada's "negative" traits presented in the beginning of the story shows an orderly, neat and tidy gentleman.When the narrator met Mr. Kelada, his hatred got even stronger. He abhorred the cultural differences between Kelada and himself. He both detested and despised Mr. Kelada's gestures. Therefore, the description of Kelada is negative and biased. The narrator's prejudice is based on several cultural differences between him and Mr. Kelada:a) A total stranger should address a gentleman with "Mr." and be formal.b) A gentleman shouldn't be pushy.c) A gentleman should be modest.d) A gentleman should keep quiet during meals.e) A gentleman shouldn't be too chatty and argumentative.f) A gentleman shouldn't show off and boast about his super knowledge.g) A gentleman shouldn't be too dogmatic.Mr. Kelada was a person that seemed to know everything and was involved in everything, not sensing that he was disliked by everybody. He was very chatty and talked as if he had been superior to everybody else. The passengers mocked him and called him Mr. Know - All even to his face.There was another dogmatic person on the ship - Mr. Ramsay who was an American Consular Serviceman stationed in Kobe, Japan. He was on his way to Kobe after having picked up his pretty little wife, who had stayed on her own in New York for a whole year. She looked very modest. Her clothes were simple although they achieved an effect of quiet distinction. She looked perfect and was adorable.One evening, the conversation drifted to the subject of pearls. As Mrs. Ramsay was wearing a string of pearls, Mr. Kelada announced that it certainly was a genuine one which had probably cost many thousands of dollars. He was ready to bet a hundred dollars on it. Mr. Ramsay, on the other hand, that his wife had bought it for 18 dollars in a department store. When Mr. Know - All took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, he noticed a desperate appeal in Mrs. Ramsay's eyes. He then realized that Mrs. Ramsay got the pearls from her lover. Since Mr. Keladadidn't want to destroy Mrs. Ramsay's marriage, he ruined his reputation instead - he told everybody that he was wrong and that the string was an excellent imitation. He gave Mr. Ramsay a hundred dollars.The story spread all over the ship and everybody mocked Mr. Kelada. Later, while the narrator and Mr. Know - All were in their cabin, an envelope was pushed under the door. It contained a hundred dollar bill from Mrs. Ramsay. It was then that the narrator learned to value the dark - skinned Levantine. He was amazed at Mr. Kelada's generosity.This story shows that first impressions are often misleading and that appearances are sometimes deceptive. Mr. Kelada who is described as a disgusting person who shows off all the time and knows everything better than others, is in reality a sensitive, brave gentleman who wouldn't hurt others. On the other hand, Mrs. Ramsay, whose modesty and good qualities no one questions, has been unfaithful to her husband.The moral of the story is that we must not judge a book by its cover. Rather than judging a person by his looks, color or origin we should observe his behaviour and reactions in difficult situations.内容总结。

英美短篇小说Unit 6 Mr.Know All

THE SETTING
• Time-
– a short time after World War I. It is mentioned for two reasons. First, it justifies the accidental meeting in the same cabin of the narrator and Mr. Kelada. The passenger traffic on the ocean-liners was heavy, so the narrator had to agree to share a cabin with a person he disliked. Second, it may give us a possible reason for the narrator’s unjustified antagonism towards Mr. Kelada. Usually, during periods of war, feelings of prejudice and dislike for foreigners grow stronger.
➢His cabin-mate, a British citizen who is the nameless narrator of the story, dislikes Mr. Kelada even before he sees him. However, at the end of the story Mr. Kelada, the Levantine jeweler, proves to be a real gentleman when he sacrifices his own pride and reputation to save an American lady’s marriage. As a result, he earns the respect of the narrator.

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Mr know all
The novel Mr. Know-All was misused in the demonstration considering the moral the book carries. The author Maugham told us a story to reveal that human beings are the most complex and refined creatures on Earth; Never judge people from their appearances or rumors you have heard about them. The novel Mr. Know-All proved to have little or even nothing to do with the thesis of this debater. It would be more preferable if this debater made a better understanding of this novel before using it as a supprot for his view.
The narrator was prepared to dislike Mr. Kelada even before he saw him. When he first entered the cabin, he saw Mr. Kelada's luggage and toilet things that had already been unpacked. The man's name and the sight of his things aroused a strong repulsion in him since he was prejudiced against all non- Britons, feeling superior to them. The irony of the story lies in the fact that the list of Mr. Kelada's "negative" traits presented in the beginning of the story shows an orderly, neat and tidy gentleman.
When the narrator met Mr. Kelada, his hatred got even stronger. He abhorred the cultural differences between Kelada and himself. He both detested and despised Mr. Kelada's gestures. Therefore, the description of Kelada is negative and biased. The narrator's prejudice is based on several cultural differences between him and Mr. Kelada:
a) A total stranger should address a gentleman with "Mr." and be formal.
b) A gentleman shouldn't be pushy.
c) A gentleman should be modest.
d) A gentleman should keep quiet during meals.
e) A gentleman shouldn't be too chatty and argumentative.
f) A gentleman shouldn't show off and boast about his super knowledge.
g) A gentleman shouldn't be too dogmatic.
Mr. Kelada was a person that seemed to know everything and was involved in everything, not sensing that he was disliked by everybody. He was very chatty and talked as if he had been superior to everybody else. The passengers mocked him and called him Mr. Know - All even to his face.
There was another dogmatic person on the ship - Mr. Ramsay who was an American Consular Serviceman stationed in Kobe, Japan. He was on his way to Kobe after having picked up his pretty little wife, who had stayed on her own in New York for a whole year. She looked very modest. Her clothes were simple although they achieved an effect of quiet distinction. She looked perfect and was adorable.
One evening, the conversation drifted to the subject of pearls. As Mrs. Ramsay was wearing a string of pearls, Mr. Kelada announced that it certainly was a genuine one which had probably cost many thousands of dollars. He was ready to bet a hundred dollars on it. Mr. Ramsay, on the other hand, that his wife had bought it for 18 dollars in a department store. When Mr. Know - All took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, he noticed a desperate appeal in Mrs. Ramsay's eyes. He then realized that Mrs. Ramsay got the pearls from her lover. Since Mr. Kelada didn't want to destroy Mrs. Ramsay's marriage, he ruined his reputation instead - he told everybody that he was wrong and that the string was an excellent imitation. He gave Mr. Ramsay a hundred dollars.
The story spread all over the ship and everybody mocked Mr. Kelada. Later, while the narrator and Mr. Know - All were in their cabin, an envelope was pushed under the door. It contained a
hundred dollar bill from Mrs. Ramsay. It was then that the narrator learned to value the dark - skinned Levantine. He was amazed at Mr. Kelada's generosity.
This story shows that first impressions are often misleading and that appearances are sometimes deceptive. Mr. Kelada who is described as a disgusting person who shows off all the time and knows everything better than others, is in reality a sensitive, brave gentleman who wouldn't hurt others. On the other hand, Mrs. Ramsay, whose modesty and good qualities no one questions, has been unfaithful to her husband.
The moral of the story is that we must not judge a book by its cover. Rather than judging a person by his looks, color or origin we should observe his behaviour and reactions in difficult situations.。

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