The Cop and the Anthem翻译赏析与对比
the cop and the anthem
幽默 一 ：讽刺
• 对监狱生活癿向往和愿望破灭以后癿失落 • 向往：desirable(desire) • 失落：gloom 对于苏比来说，进入监狱（被捕）是他梦寐以求癿事，而 每当愿望落空时，他癿心情就无比失落。让人啼笑皀非。 作者用了一种轻松幽默癿笔调描写了苏比这个流浪汉为达 到自己可笑癿目癿而作出癿可笑癿尝试。主人公这种荒唐 癿愿望，是对畸形社会癿严厉谴责，极具讽刺意味。
• 作者构思了一个流浪汉设法让自己被捕入狱过冬癿故事。 故事情节明暗交错，虚实结合，作者极尽扑朔迷离癿情节 铺垫，把矛盾癿焦点集中在期盼入狱癿心理和愿望癿落空 上，悬念迭起。情节始终以“事与愿违”作为枢纽，这种 反巧合癿运用，使情节起伏多变，而整个结构又浑然一体。
追求“警察” , 警察不理他。 追求“赞美诗” , 被捕入狱。
用词一： 动词
• He danced, howled, raved and otherwise disturbed the welkin.（page12，para2） • 一连串癿劢词，特别地生劢，有画面感。 • 他又是跳，又是吼，又是骂，用尽了办法大吵大闹。 • 译文中，用一个字癿劢词，显得凝练，并且增加了三个 “又是”，语意更加连贯。
Figure of Speech in The Cop and the Anthem
警察与赞美诗解析
Vandalism
At the corner stands a shop where the plate-glass window is conspicuous（引人注目的）. Soapy takes a cobblestone and dashes it through the glass, after that, he indicates to a cop that it is he who vandalizes the plate-glass window. But the cop doesn't think a person who does something illegal will wait to be punished.
“Mashing” with a young woman
Soapy sees a young woman, Then he tries to mash her so as to be caught by the cop who is looking at him. Unexpectedly, she gives him a big hug and asks him to buy her a pail of suds. She is a prostitute, so Soapy dumps her at the next corner.
? Soapy: proud, lazy, idle，repentant(悔改的)
? The cop: muddle-headed（糊涂的；昏庸的） bulling the weak(恃强凌弱的)
含泪的笑
? 欧·亨利常以其辛辣俏皮的讽刺使读读者的情绪 在悲喜之间激荡，酸甜苦辣，感触至深。
The Cop and the Anthem
The Cop and the Anthem翻译赏析与对比
on me. Never told that the mirror, shooting walnuts at his neighbor’s dog, was always my idea.
V2:是的，父親。”哈山會 低頭盯著腳懾嚅說。但他從 來沒告我的狀。從來沒說玩 鏡子，還有用胡桃射鄰居的 狗，一直都是我的主意。
The Kite Runner
Brief introduction on the author
Khaled Hosseini 卡勒德·胡赛尼 （1965~今）
1965年3月4日出生于阿富 汗喀布尔市，后随父亲移 居美国。胡赛尼毕业于加 代表作品：州大学圣地亚哥医学系。
The Kite Runner （2006） A Thousand Splendid Suns （2007）
不过我们觉得这里翻译成 “恐惧”比“害怕”的程 度更深一点，更恰当的表 现出阿米尔的心情。
V2:讓我很害怕
由汉语的解释可以看 出李继宏翻译的“慌 乱”使用的不够恰当。 阿米尔他们此时遇到 危险不是紧张，而是 害怕。李静宜翻译出 “害怕”的意思，基 本符合原文。
背景：哈桑在阿米尔的怂恿下爬上树用
“Ye弹s,弓f去at打he邻r,居家的独眼的德国牧羊犬被
V2引用意译，“不怀好意”可以有很多种可能性，在 此处使用范围显得太过宽泛。
The way he grinned at us, leered,
scared me.
V1:我心下慌乱
scare: 惊吓，害怕，恐惧 【牛津高阶英汉双解词典】 P1778 慌乱：紧张而混乱【现代汉 语词典】P324 害怕：遇到困难，危险等而 不安
背景：大部分人怀疑阿里的这桩婚姻是他和
ABluitw他认ma叔为sos叔这itm之中lym间间ub的肯neec某定at种有uos安什e 排么，不V欺对可1辱:此告但对他人更他们的主来议秘要说论密的毫纷。是不纷，见，这效些，
欧亨利的作品介绍
The Gift of the Magi
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The author arranged the entire plot just to get the readers to wait, to cause an suspense, the pleasurable excitement and anticipation of the outcome. From the beginning, the readers keep guessing what the Jim and Della will buy for each other, and the coincidence of their gifts is the greatest suspense the author put in his article.
欧·亨利(O.Henry)部分作品中英文 亨利(O.Henry)部分作品中英文
警察与赞美诗
《The Cop and the Anthem》修辞手法赏析外语系084班张文（22号）《警察与赞美诗》修辞手法赏析这是一个令人觉得可笑的故事。
主人公Soapy在冬天即将到来的时候，开始为进入他的“冬季寓所”——布莱克韦尔监狱作出努力，使尽各种办法想让警察逮捕他，可是都没有成功。
正当他受到教堂中赞美诗的音乐的感化，决定放弃过去的生活，重新开始的时候，却被警察抓了起来，"如愿"地被送到了监狱里。
作者用一种轻松幽默的笔调描写了Soapy这个流浪汉为达到自己可笑的目的而作出各种可笑的尝试，例如到餐厅骗吃骗喝，砸商店的橱窗，调戏少妇，扰乱治安，行窃。
更为可笑的是警察先生们对这些违法的举动并没有予以惩罚反而显示出了一种"宽容"。
当Soapy放弃了自己原先的想法时，"宽容"的警察却逮捕了什么也没干的他，这真是一个绝妙的讽刺。
由此，可笑变成了可怜、可气、可叹……本文的作者欧·亨利(1862～1910)，是美国短篇小说作家，著名作家。
原名威廉·西德尼·波特，出生于美国北卡罗来纳州的一个小镇。
15岁在叔父的药房当学徒，后又去了一牧场放牧。
1884年后做过会计员，土地局办事员和银行出纳员。
1896年，银行发现少了一小笔款子，他因涉嫌被传讯，他却取道新奥尔良去美洲避难。
1897年，回国探望妻子，因而被捕，判处五年徒刑。
在狱中以欧·亨利为笔名开始创作短篇小说。
1901年因“行为良好”提前释放，来到纽约专事创作。
他和他的短篇小说被誉为“曼哈顿的桂冠诗人”和“美国生活的幽默的百科全书”。
《警察与赞美诗》是欧·亨利的代表作品之一。
幽默风趣、辛辣讽刺、构思奇特且情节曲折多变是这篇小说的艺术特色。
小说在描写一个穷因失业、无家可归的流浪汉，为进监狱得以安身而故意犯罪，几次惹事生非都没有达到目的，后来想改邪归正，警察却逮捕了他的过程中运用了多种的修辞手法，让我们不禁感叹欧·亨利对修辞手法的巧妙运用。
The Cop and the Anthem 警察与赞美诗 欧亨利
On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and telltale trousers without challenge. At a table, he sat and consumed beefsteak、 flapjacks、doughnuts and pie. And then to the waiter be betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.
Wrong society and human nature
Thank you!
The Cop and the Anthem
O. Henry
O. Henry
1862-1910
William Sidney Porter
• The Harrells, with whom Porter stayed in Austin,
had a cat named Henry that Porter would Play with. The cat would come running when Porter would shout “Oh, Henry!” • William Trevor writes that when Porter was in the Ohio State Penitentiary "there was a prison guard named Orrin Henry, whom William Sydney Porter . . . immortalized as O. Henry". • The writer and scholar Guy Davenport offers another explanation: "The pseudonym that he began to write under in prison is constructed from the first two letters of Ohio and the second and last two of penitentiary."
the cop and the anthem英语课文翻译
the cop and the anthem英语课文翻译the cop and the anthem警察与赞美诗课文翻译：索比急躁不安地躺在麦迪逊广场的长凳上，辗转反侧。
每当雁群在夜空中引颈高歌，缺少海豹皮衣的女人对丈夫加倍的温存亲热，索比在街心公园的长凳上焦躁不安、翻来覆去的时候，人们就知道，冬天马上就要来了。
一片枯叶落在索比的大腿上，那是杰克·弗洛斯特的卡片。
杰克对麦迪逊广场的常住居民非常友好，每年冬天来临之先，总会先打一声招呼。
在十字街头，他把自己的名片交给“户外大厦”的信使“北风”，好让住户们有个准备。
索比意识到，现在该是自己下决心的时候了，马上组织单人财务委员会，以便抵御即将临近的寒冷冬天，因此，他开始急躁不安地在长凳上辗转。
索比对于过冬的抱负并不算最高，他既不想在地中海巡游，也不想到南方去晒令人昏睡的太阳，更没想过要到维苏威海湾漂泊。
他梦寐以求的只是冬天来临时在岛上待三个月就足够了。
整整三个月，可以有有饭吃，有床睡，还有志趣相投的伙伴的生活，而且不受“北风”和警察的侵扰。
对索比而言，这就是他日思夜想的最大愿望。
多年来，好客的布莱克韦尔岛的监狱一直是索比冬天的寓所。
正像福气比他好的纽约人每年冬天买票去棕榈滩和里维埃拉一样，索比也要为一年一度逃奔岛上作些必要的安排。
而现在时候又到了。
昨天晚上，他睡在古老广场上喷水池旁的长凳上，用三张星期日的报纸分别垫在上衣里、包着脚踝、盖住大腿，也没能成功抵挡住严寒的袭击。
因此，在他的脑袋里，岛子的影象又即时而鲜明地浮现出来。
他诅咒那些以慈善名义对城镇穷苦人所设的布施。
在索比眼里，法律比救济更为宽厚。
他可以去的地方不少，有市政办的、救济机关办的各式各样的组织，他都可以去混吃、混住，勉强度日，但接受这种施舍，对索比这样一位灵魂高傲的人来讲，是一种难以忍受的折磨。
从慈善机构的手里接受任何一点好处，钱固然不必付，但你必须遭受精神上的屈辱来作为回报。
正如恺撒对待布鲁图一样，凡事有利必有弊，要睡上慈善机构的床，先得让人押去洗个澡;要吃施舍的一片面包，得先交待清楚个人的来历和隐私。
The Cop And The Anthem
作品简介
ቤተ መጻሕፍቲ ባይዱ
流浪汉苏比在冬天来临之际，想方设 法到监狱过冬，他六次犯事，为非作歹， 可是都没有如愿，正当他听到教堂赞美诗， 决定重新做人时，却被莫名其妙逮捕了， 小说的矛头直指当时美国社会，真实的反 映了不明是非，颠倒黑白的社会的现实。
"No cop for you," said the waiter. "Hey!" In a moment Soapy found himself lying upon his left ear on the pavement. He arose with difficulty, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street. Soapy seemed to liberty. After another unsuccessful attempt to be arrested for persecution a young woman, Soapy went further toward the district of theatres. When he came upon a policeman standing in front of a glittering theatre, he caught at the straw of "disorderly conduct." On the sidewalk Soapy began to sing drunken songs at the top of his voice. He danced, howled, and otherwise disturbed the peace. The policeman turned his back to Soapy, and said to a citizen: "It is one of the Yale lads celebrating their football victory over the Hartford College. Noisy, but no harm. We have instructions not to arrest them." Sadly, Soapy stopped his useless singing and dancing. A sudden fear seized him. Was he immune to arrest? Would never a policeman lay hands on him? The Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the north wind. In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar. He had set his silk umbrella by the door, Soapy entered the store, took the umbrella, and went out with it slowly. The man with the cigar followed hastily. "My umbrella," he said. "Oh, is it?" said Soapy. "Well, why don't you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don't you call a cop? There stands one on the corner." The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise. The policeman looked at them curiously. "Of course," said the umbrella man, "that is - well, you know how these mistakes occur - I - if it's your umbrella I hope you'll excuse me - I picked it up this morning in a restaurant - if it is yours, why - I hope you'll -" "Of course it's mine," said Soapy. The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to help a well-dressed woman across the street. Soapy walked eastward. He threw the umbrella angrily into a pit. He was angry with the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to be arrested, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong. At last Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where it was not so noisy. He went towards Madison Square, for the home instinct remains even when the home is a park bench. But on a quiet corner Soapy stopped before an old church. Through one window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist played a Sunday anthem. For there came to Soapy's ears sweet music that caught and held him at the iron fence. The moon was shining; cars and pedestrians were few; birds twittered sleepily under the roof. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends. The influence of the music and the old church produced a sudden and wonderful change in Soapy's soul. He saw with horror the pit into which he had fallen. He thought of his degraded days, dead hopes and wrecked faculties. And also in a moment a strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of this pit; he would make a man of himself again. There was time; he was young yet. Those sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. Tomorrow he would be somebody in the world. He would Soapy felt a hand on his arm. He looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman. "What are you doing here?" asked the policeman. "Nothing," said Soapy. "Then come along," said the policeman. "Three months on the Island," said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.
The cop and the anthem警察和赞美诗
By O· Henry
Brief Introduction
Maupassant 莫泊桑
ห้องสมุดไป่ตู้
Chekhov 契科夫
O· Herny 欧· 亨利
Brief Introduction
《The Cop and the Anthem》 is one of the representative works of O. Henry. O. Henry's work was acclaimed as the "Encyclopedia of American life humor."
Brief Introduction
This novel describes a poor unemployed, homeless people. He wanted the prison to shelter himself, so he committed crime intentionally. But he met few troublemakers. So he failed to achieve his goal.
Black Humor
"Black Humor" is an American trend in contemporary literature. American writer, Bruce Jay Friedman believes that "black humor" is a black thing in the thoughts and feelings on things and the combination of humor: it is humorous, but contains a gloomy thing; it is desperate, but in the will laughter.
警察与赞美诗英语原文分析
警察与赞美诗英语原文分析第一篇：警察与赞美诗英语原文分析Original TextThe Cop and the Anthemby O.Henry1 On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily.When wild goose honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy’s lap.That was Jack Frost’s card.Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call.At the corners of streets his four hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants there of may make ready.Soapy’s mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour.And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest.In them were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay.Three months on the Island was what his soul craved.Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell’s had been his winter quarters.Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to annual hegira to the Island.And now the time was come.On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near thespurting fountain in the ancient square.So the Island loomed large and timely in Soapy’s mind.He scorned t he provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents.In Soapy’s opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy.There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life.But to one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered.If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition.Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman’s private affairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire.There were many easy ways of doing this.The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant;and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman.An accommodatingmagistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together.Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering café, where are gathered together nightlySoapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward.He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day.If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected, success would be his.The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind.A roasted mallard duck,thought Soapy, would be about the thing—with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar.One dollar for the cigar would be enough.The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the café management;and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.9 But as Soapy set foot inside the res taurant door the head waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes.Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway.It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one.Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous.Soapy took a cobble-stone and dashed it through the glass.People came running round the corner, a policeman in the lead.Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled12“Where’s the man that done that?” inquired the officer excitedly.“Don’t you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman’s mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue.Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s mi nions.They take to their heels.The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a car.With drawn club he joined in the pursuit.Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions.It catered to large appetites and modest purses.Its crockery and atmosphere were thick;its soup and napery thin.Into this place Soapy took his accusiveshoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge.At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie.And then to the waiter he betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.“Now, get busy and call a cop,” said Soapy.“And don’t keep a gentlemanwaiting.”“No cop for youse,” said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail.“Hey, Con!”Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy.He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter’s rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes.Arrest seemed but a rosy dream.The Island seemed very far away.A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again.This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a “cinch.” A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water-plug.It was Soapy’s design to assume the rule of the despicable and execrated “masher.” The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would ensure his winter quarters of the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary’s ready-made tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young women.He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went brazenly through the impudent and contemptiblelitany of the “masher.” With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly.The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs.Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ah there, Bedelia!Don’t you want to come and pla y in my yard?”The policeman was still looking.The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven.Already he imagined he could feel the cosy warmth of the station-house.The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy’s coat sleeve.“Sure, Mike,” she said joyfully, “if you’ll blow me to a pail of suds.I’d have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching.”With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom.He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran.He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows, and librettos.Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air.A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest.The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon anotherpoliceman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent t heatre he caught at the immediate straw of “disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice.He danced, howled, raved, and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turned his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen: “Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin’ the goose egg they give to the Hartford College.Noisy;but no harm.We’ve instructions to lavethem be.”Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket.Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia.He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light.His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering.Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly.The man at the cigar light followed hastily.“My umbrella,” he said sternly.“Oh, is it?” sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny.“Well, why don’t you call a policeman? I took it.Your umbrella!Why don’t you call a cop? There stands one on the corner.”The umbrella owner slowed his steps.Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would run against him.The policeman looked at the two curiously.31“Of course,” said the umbrella m an—“that is—well, you know how these mistakes occur—I—if it’s your umbrella I hope you’ll excuse me—I picked it up this morning in a restaurant—If you recognise it as yours, why—I hope you’ll—“32 “Of course it’s mine,” said Soapy viciously.33 The ex-umbrella man retreated.The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.34 Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements.He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation.He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs.Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.35 At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint.He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.36 But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill.Here was anold church, quaint and rambling and gabled.Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem.For there drifted out to Soapy’s ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.37 The moon was above, lustrous and serene;vehicles and pedestrains were few;sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard.And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.38 The conjunction of Soapy’s receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul.He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties, and base motives that made up his existence.39 And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood.An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate.He would pull himself out of the mire;he would make a man of himself again;he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him.There was time;he was comparatively young yet;he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering.Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him.Tomorrow he would go into the roaring down-town district and find work.A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver.He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position.He would be somebody in the world.He would—Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm.He looked quickly round into the broad face of a policeman.41 “What are you doin’ here?” asked the officer.42 “Nothing’,” said Soapy.43“Then come along,” said the policeman.44“Three months on the Island,” said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.第二篇：警察与赞美诗英语原文[推荐]英语原文The Cop and the Anthemby O。
the cop and the anthem课文及翻译
The cop and the anthem课文及翻译The Cop and the Anthem警察和赞美诗by O. Henry欧·亨利著On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild geese honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.索丕躺在麦迪逊广场的长凳上辗转不安。
当大雁高声嘎叫的夜晚,当没有海豹皮外衣的女人去偎近自己的丈夫的时候,当索丕在公园里的长凳上不安地来回翻转的时候,你或许知道这是冬天是近在咫尺了。
A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.一片枯叶子落在了索丕的大腿上。
那就是杰克-弗洛斯特的名片。
杰克对麦迪逊广场的普通居民都十分友好,并给他们以一年一度的友好问候。
The Cop and the Anthem警察与赞美诗读后感
The Cop and the AnthemThe Cop and the Anthem is one of O.Henry's representative works. O.Henry is one of the most famous American critical realist short story writer, and one of the world's top three masters of the short stories. He is known as the father of modern American short story. O. Henry's short stories are famous for their surprise endings. The ending of his story is not only reasonable, but also in unexpected. His literary works is original in conception, and his language is humorous. He is good at describing American society, especially the living in New York City. As his interesting characters description, he is hailed as the humor Encyclopedia of American life.The Cop and the Anthem is a ridiculous story about Soapy, a tramp living in New York City. This story happens in a late fall in the early of the twentieth century. As winter is coming, Soapy faces the urgent necessity of finding some sort of shelter. The hibernator ambitions of he is not of the highest. He just expects to be arrested so that he could live in the warm prison during the cold season as in previous years. To spend three months on the Blackwell Island is what his soul craved. As the result, he does every effort to commit crime on purpose so that he can be put into prison in winter, only to find that is not as easy as it used to be.The first time, Soapy plans to set foot inside a restaurant for a free meal but he fails in a waiter’s sharp eyes. The waiter has driven him away because the waiter saw his frayed trousers and decadent shoes.The second time, he dashes a cobblestone into a glass. The policeman refuses to accept he even as a clue because men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law’s minions.The third time, he successfully has a big meal in a restaurant which is of no great pretentious yet he is just beaten instead of being sent to the prison. Although a policeman stands before a drug store two doors away, he just laughs and walks down the street.The fourth time, he even lures a woman in order to be arrested by the policeman, but the woman is a prostitute. And he does not shake off his companion until passing a corner.The fifth time, he begins to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice but the policeman disregarded him as a Yale student and forgive him. He fails one more time.The sixth time, in a cigar store he takes a man’s umbrella in public yet the man is not the true owner of it, too. The umbrella is ill gotten originally and the man retreats quickly. Obviously, the addition problem is that he breaks the law for six times, he does not act like a criminal. As he stands on the street, with an anthem flies into his ears from the church, he decides to start a clean slate and plans his future. Ridiculously, Soapy,who does not want something for nothing and goes to a great deal to get thrown into prison, finally does get thrown into prison for doing precisely nothing, in the end.I like this essay because the surprise ending is totally contrary to our expectations and I enjoy the surprise that it given me. As can be seen from the essay, Soapy is not the one who wants to live a parasitic life. He even scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city’s dependents. He has a proud spirit as the gifts of charity are unacceptable to him. In his opinion, the law is more benign than philanthropy. Therefore, it is not strange that he tries every means in order to enter the prison in winter. He does every effort but he fail. When he is in the church anthem music influence, and decides to give up the past life, he is caught by the police. He will be sent to prison for three months, as his original idea.It can not deny that it is a big sarcasm. For example, Soapy has free meal in the restaurant, dashes a cobble stone into a glass, lures a woman, yell drunken gibberish and steal thing, but it is inconceivable that the policeman is tolerate these illegal act and do not punish him.While he give up his original idea, the tolerance policeman arrests him, who commits no crime and even does not do anything. However, it is a fault made by society. Soapy is not the one to be blamed.Nonetheless, as a matter of fact, they just hide their dirty acts under a beautiful veil and a small sign can indicate a great trend, we can learn that the so called noble upper class goes more serious than the two. These plots reveals awful mood of that capitalist society.In addition, the conflict between the irrationality of his behavior and the rationality of the policeman's judgment is one of the important reasons for his misfortune.It is the accident that mirrors confusion of truth and falsehood.In this essay, O.Henry used a relaxed and humorous style describing a tramp makes ridiculous attempt to achieve his own ridiculous purposes. He used a quantity of comparison and humor to fully display the character's wretched fate and cruelty of capitalist society.After reading this essay, I enjoy O.Henry’s language and story extremely. The phenomenon he describing is still existence now, so he is a real outstanding writer. A good writer is whose literary works look as new. And I can imagine the life of the poor people in those days. I know I must treasure the life I own now.。
The Cop and the Anthem翻译赏析与对比
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译者简介
吴劳 上海翻译家协会会员 ，毕业於上海圣约翰大 学英国文学系。历任上 海译文出版社编辑，编 审，全国美国文学研究 会理事 朱莉萍——不详
Two Editions of the Book
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译文对比
• He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and . In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish, the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their order in another boat…
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated
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He passed by a church and heard the Sabbath anthem . The influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul…
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Hymns music not only made him drunk, and when he was thinking of life and love, ambition, friends, pure thoughts and decent clothes these beautiful things ,but also he felt life is good. At this time in his soul seems to be constantly running, and find himself
The 3rd step
Soapy entered a little restaurant and ate steak and pie, then he told the waiter that he had no money. The waiter pushed Soapy into the street.
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Soapy disguised as a drunkard to disturbed the peace, the policeman paid no attention to Soapy. Moreover the cop thought he was a college student celebrating a win in a football game.
The cop and the anthem鉴赏
ⅠAbout the authorO.henry originally named William Sydney Porter, who is one of famous short-story writer in America. His short, simple stories are noted for their careful plotting, ironic coincidences, and surprise endings. So some critist may think his stories as shallow and contrived,but in my opinion nothing can be perfect and his disadvantage also become his advantage.he did catch the color and movement of the city and show his gift in describing the genuine psychology of ordinary people,especially the poor ones.ⅡSummery of the workThe cop and the anthem is a very simple but funny story. The main character is called Soapy, who is a homeless men and also a member of the substantial army of underclass men and women who had flocked to New York City during the earliest years of the twentieth century. The time is located at a late fall. It is becomimg more and more cold for a homeless person, so Soapy plans to go to jail for a shelter by doing something bad. He therefore develops a series of tactics intended to encourage the police to classify him as a criminal and arrest him. In fact, this plan itself is very funny, but the more funny thing is- however he do some bad things that the cop do not care about him and find logical reasons for his bad doing. At last,the most funny thing is when he gives up creat crimes and wants to become a good person, the cop put him into jail for no logical reason! What a surprise ending!ⅢFeatures of the workThere are four main feature of this work, which is ironic coincidences, black homor language, and full of contrast, and short surprising ending.The short story is full of ironic coincidences, which is mainly reflected at the series of trategies to catch the cop’s attention. At first, he tried to go have dinner and not pay. The upper c lass restaurant looks down upon him and refuse to serve him. A waiter threw him out. Then he threw a brick through a window. Officer didn’t believe he did it because he didn’t run away. Then he ate dinner at a cheap restaurant and said he couldn’t pay. The waiter just called some guys trow him out rather than called the police! He tried to hit a young woman of a modest and pleasing guise,but she didn’t call for the cops because she was a prostitute.The fifth time he acted drunk but the cop thought he was a college student celebrating a win in a football game. Then he tried to steal another man's umbrella. But the victim of the umbrella theft relinquishes the item without a struggle.Because it is also not his umbrella. At last, he passed by a church and heard the Sabbath anthem. He was touched by the anthem and decided to be a good person. But the cop put him into jeil because the cop didn’t believe Soapy have any relation to the church.In the text,the writer used a series of coincidences to show the social situation of America. The victims were just the people who harbourd evil intensions. Both the upper class restarant and the under class restaurant chose to punish Soapy in a rude privite way. Soapy broke the shop window but was not arrested just because he standed still,and then the cop ran after a innocent passenger who was running to catch a car. All of these promoted the developing of the plot. At the same time, these coincidences showed the real social situation in a indirect way,the situation was: the gilded and perfumed but inwardly rotten nobility,the weak are the prey of the strong,confusing right and wrong, law were the servant of the upper class.The story was full of profound contrast. In the text, there are the description of the environment: “glittering cafe, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm,”“electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous,” “district where by night are foun d the lightest streets, hearts, vows and librettos,” “Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air.” These description showed the luxurious life of the ruling class and made a sharp contrast to the under class people, such as Soapy, who possessed almostly nothing. For Soapy, the prison was a best refuge for him to avoid cold and starvation. By contrasting their needs, we can see the real society in that days: huge gap between the rich and poor.Another contrast is the cops’attitude to d ifferent people, which means the attitude to the rich and poor. When Soapy pretended to be a priest to distorb public order, the cop chose to fogive and cover up Soapy’guilt. When Coapy pretended to be the men who was whoring, the cop turned a blind eye to him. When the rich women turned up, “the policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.” However, the situation become the opposite. When Soapy was thrown out of the restaurant rudely by the waiters, “a policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.” When Soapy was touched by the anthem and desired to be a good man in future, the cop didn’t believed him and thrown him in to prison for three months. These doing of the cops made a profound contrast and revealed the real social condition: bully the weak and fear the strong.The story is full of black humor, which is obviously reflected in the attitude to the prison for Soapy. In the text, there were the description of the attitude to the prison, which were “f or years the hospitable Blackwell's had been his winter quarters”, “t hree months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable” , “i t seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of ”, “would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge”, “arrest seemed but a rosy dream”, “the Island seemed very far away ,that would insure his winter quarters on the right little, tight little isle”, “the persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven” , “in his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia”. Prison in his heart were “hospitable”, “journey”, “cozy warmth”, “coveted island”, “a rosy dream”, “little isle”,” insular haven”, and “an unattainable Arcadia”. All of these is a ironic.On the other hand, the black humor reflected on a large number of figure of speech, which included exaggeration,personification,simile,metaphor,irony,metonymy and taboo. In fact, almost every figure of speech were full of ironic. For example, “ambitions of Soapy”, “hospitable Blackwell's” ,“little isle” ,“rosy dream”, “products of the protoplasm”, “brass buttons”, “minutest coin and himself were strangers” and the like. In the text, there were a great number of examples like that and all of these were full of ironic,by using them the writer described a funny and a sympathetic character and deeply exposed the real situation of the society.The last feature of the short story were the surprising ending. In fact,the most remarkable characteristic of O. Henry’s short stories was surprising ending. O. Henry was an amazing genius. No one could surpass him in holding the reader in “suspended”. More than that, the reader scarcely knew that they were “suspended” until at the very close of the story. The reader would f eel suprised at the first glance, while immediately showed their conprehension for the surprising ending for there were many clues to infer the ending, such as the hunor language, and ironic coincidences.The writer vividly portrayed a funny character by meticulous psychological description, overstatement of speech and clawn-like action. The reader could split his sides with laughter by the humor and ironic language and would show sympathy to the characer simultaneously. Soapy couldn’t simpely be treated a s a good or bad person. He had a strong body but an abnormal psychology. He didn’t choose to work even he had a good choice. All his hope was arrested inprison for shelter. He loved ease and hated work, even not hesitated to uglify his personality by creating crimes. On the other hand, he had a “proud spirit” and looked down upon the philanthropy and refused for help from them.All in all, he was a unfortunate vagrant, and his unfortunate life and abnormal psychology were the fruit of the capitalist society. By a series of funny coincidences and careful portrayal of the character,the writer exposed the social situation of capitalism society:the capitalist class created a ruthless exploitation and oppression on the common people; the right and wrong were confused in capitalist society.Bibliography：O．Henry. Collected Stories of O. Henry [M]. New York: Avenel Books, 1979. O．Henry. The Four Million [M]. New York: McClure, Phillips, 1906. O．Henry. The Trimmed Lamp [M]. New York: McClure, Phillips, 1907.张伯香，《英美经典小说赏析》，武汉大学出版社，2005罗选民，《英美文学赏析教程》，清华大学出版社，2002年版/p-88788266.html。
警察与赞美诗英语原文分析
Origin al TextThe Cop and the Anthemby O .Henry1 On his benchin Madiso n Square Soapymoveduneasi ly. When wild goosehonk high of nights, and when womenwithou t sealsk in coatsgrow kind to theirhusban ds, and when Soapymovesuneasi ly on his benchin the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.2 A dead leaf fell in Soapy’slap.ThatwasJack Frost’s card. Jack is kind to the regula r denize ns of Madiso n Square, and givesfair warnin g of his annual call. At the corner s of street s his four handshis pasteb oardto the NorthWind, footma n of the mansio n of All Outdoo rs, so that the inhabi tants thereof may make ready.3 Soapy’smindbecame cognis ant of the fact that the time had come for himto resolv e himsel f into a singul ar Commit tee of Ways and Meansto provid e agains t the coming rigour Hard. And theref ore he moveduneasi ly on his bench.4 The hibern atori alAnambiti ons of Soapywere not of the highes t. In them were no consid erati ons of Medite rrane an cruise s, of sopori fic Southe rn skiesor drifti ng in the Vesuvi an Bay. Threemonths on the Island was what his soul craved. Threemonths of assure d boardand bed and congen ial compan y, safe from Boreas and blueco ats, seemed to Soapythe essenc e of things desira ble.5 For yearsthe hospit ableBlackw ell’shadbeenhiswinter quarte rs. Just as his more fortun ate fellow New Yorker s had bought theirticket s to Palm Beachand the Rivier a each winter, so Soapyhad made his humble arrang ement s for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previo us nightthreeSabbat h newspa pers, distri buted beneat h his coat, abouthis ankles and over his lap, had failed to repuls e the cold as he slepton his benchnear the spurti ng founta in in the ancien t square. So the Island loomed largeand timely in Soapy’smind. He scorne dDisthe provis ionsmade in the name of charit yforthecity’sdepend ents.In Soapy’sopinio n the Law was more benign than Philan throp y. Therewas an endles s roundof instit ution s, munici pal and eleemo synar y, on whichhe mightset out and receiv e lodgin g and food accord ant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy’sproudspirit the giftsof charit y are encumb ered. If not in coin you must pay in humili ation of spirit for everybenefi t receiv ed at the handsof philan throp y. As Cesarhad his Brutus, everybed of charit y must have its toll of a bath, everyloaf of breadits compen satio n of a privat e and person al inquis ition. Wheref ore it is better to be a guestof the law, whichthough conduc ted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentle man’sprivat e affair s.6 Soapy,having decide d to go to the Island, at once set aboutaccomp lishi ng his desire. Therewere many easy ways of doingthis. The pleasa ntest was to dine luxuri ously at some expens ive restau rant; and then, afterdeclar ing insolv ency, be handed over quietl y and withou t uproar to a police man. An accomm odati ngmagist ratewoulddo the rest.7 Soapyleft his benchand stroll ed out of the square and across the levelsea of asphal t, whereBroadw ay and FifthAvenue flow togeth er. Up Broadw ay he turned, and halted at a glitte ringcafé, whereare gather ed togeth er nightl y the choice st produc ts of the grape, the silkwo rm and the protop lasm.8 Soapyhad confid encein himsel f from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black,ready-tied four-in-hand had been presen ted to him by a lady missio naryon Thanks givin g Day. If he couldreacha tablein the restau rantunsusp ected, succes s wouldbe his. The portio n of him that wouldshow abovethe tablewouldraiseno doubtin the waiter’smind. A roaste d mallar d duck, though t Soapy,wouldbe aboutthe thing—with a bottle of Chabli s, and then Camemb ert, a demi-tasseand a cigar. One dollar for the cigarwouldbe enough. The totalwouldnot be so high as to call forthany suprem e manife stati on of reveng e from the café manage ment; and yet the meat wouldleavehim filled and happyfor the journe y to his winter refuge.9 But as Soapyset foot inside the restau rantdoor the head waiter’seyefellupon his frayed trouse rs and decade nt shoes. Strong and readyhandsturned him aboutand convey ed him in silenc e and hasteto the sidewa lk and averte d the ignobl e fate of the menace d mallar d.10 Soapyturned off Broadw ay. It seemed that his routeto the covete d island was not to be an epicur ean one. Some otherway of enteri ng limbomust be though t of.11 At a corner of SixthAvenue electr ic lights and cunnin gly displa yed waresbehind plate-glassmade a shop window conspi cuous. Soapytook a cobble-stoneand dashed it throug h the glass.People came runnin g roundthe corner, a police man in the lead. Soapystoodstill, with his handsin his pocket s, and smiled at the sightof brassbutton s.12 “Where’sthemanthatdonethat?”inquir ed the office r excite dly.13 “Don’t you figure out that I mighthave had someth ing to do with it?”said Soapy, not withou t sarcas m, but friend ly, as one greets good fortun e.14 The police man’smindrefuse d to accept Soapyeven as a clue. Men who smashwindow s do not remain to parleywiththelaw’sminion s. They take to theirheels. The police man saw a man halfwa y down the blockrunnin g to catcha car. With drawnclub he joined in the pursui t. Soapy,with disgus t in his heart, loafed along, twiceunsucc essfu l.15 On the opposi te side of the street was a restau rantof no greatpreten sions. It catere d to largeappeti tes and modest purses. Its crocke ry and atmosp herewere thick;its soup and napery thin. Into this placeSoapytook his accusi ve shoesand tell-tale trouse rs withou t challe nge. At a tablehe sat and consum ed beefst eak, flap-jacks, doughn uts, and pie. And then to the waiter he betray ed the fact that the minute st coin and himsel f were strang ers.16 “Now,g et busy and call a cop,”saidSoapy.“Anddon’tkeepagentle manwaitin g.”16 “Nocopforyouse,”saidthewaiter, with a voicelike butter cakesand an eye like the cherry in a Manhat tan cockta il.“Hey,Con!”17 Neatly upon his left ear on the callou s paveme nt two waiter s pitche d Soapy. He arose, jointby joint, as a carpen ter’sruleopens, and beat the dust from his clothe s. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream.The Island seemed very far away. A police man who stoodbefore a drug storetwo doorsaway laughe d and walked down the street.18 Five blocks Soapytravel led before his courag e permit ted him to woo captur e again.This time the opport unity presen ted what he fatuou sly termed to himsel fa“cinch.” A youngwomanof a modest and pleasi ng guisewas standi ng before a show window gazing with sprigh tly intere st at its displa y of shavin g mugs and inksta nds, and two yardsfrom the window a largepolice man of severe demean our leaned agains t a water-plug.19 It was Soapy’sdesign to assume the rule of the despic ableand execra ted “masher.”Therefine d and elegan t appear anceof his victim and the contig uityof the consci entio us cop encour agedhim to believ e that he wouldsoon feel the pleasa nt offici al clutch upon his arm that wouldensure his winter quarte rs of the rightlittle, tightlittle isle.20 Soapystraig htene d the lady missio nary’sready-made tie, dragge d his shrink ing cuffsinto the open, set his hat at a killin g cant and sidled toward the youngwomen. He made eyes at her, was takenwith sudden coughsand“hems,”smiled, smirke d, and went brazen ly throug h the impude nt and contem ptibl e litany ofthe“masher.”With half an eyeAcSoapysaw that the police man was watchi ng him fixedl y. The youngwomanmovedaway a few steps, and againbestow ed her absorb ed attent ion upon the shavin g mugs. Soapyfollow ed, boldly steppi ng to her side, raised his hat and said: “Ahthere, Bedeli a!Don’tyouwanttocomeandplayinmyyard?”21 The police man was stilllookin g. The persec utedyoungwomanhad but to beckon a finger and Soapywouldbe practi cally en routefor his insula r haven. Alread y he imagin ed he couldfeel the cosy warmth of the statio n-house.The youngwomanfacedhim and, stretc hingout a hand, caught Soapy’scoatsleeve.22 “Sure, Mike,”shesaidjoyful ly, “ifyou’llblowmetoapailofsuds. I’dhave spoketo you sooner, but the cop was watchi ng.”With the youngwomanplayin g the clingi ng ivy to his oak Soapywalked past the police man overco me with gloom. He seemed doomed to libert y.23 At the next corner he shookoff his compan ion and ran. He halted in the distri ct whereby nightare foundthe lighte st street s, hearts, vows, and libret tos. Womenin furs and men in greatc oatsmovedgailyin the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapythat some dreadf ul enchan tment had render ed him immune to arrest. The though t brough t a little of panicupon it, and when he came uponanothe r police man loungi ng grandl y in frontof a transp lende nt theatr e he caught at the immedi ate strawof“disord erlyconduc t.”24 On the sidewa lk Soapybeganto yell drunke n gibber ish at the top of his harshvoice. He danced, howled, raved, and otherw ise distur bed the welkin.25 The police man twirle d his club, turned his back to Soapyand remark ed toa citize n: “Tiso ne of them Yale lads celebr atin’thegooseegg they give to the Hartfo rd Colleg e. Noisy; but no harm. We’veinstru ction stolavethembe.”26 Discon solat e, Soapyceased his unavai lingracket. Wouldnevera police man lay handson him? In his fancythe Island seemed an unatta inabl e Arcadi a. He button ed his thin coat agains t the chilli ng wind.27 In a cigarstorehe saw a well-dresse d man lighti ng a cigarat a swingi ng light.His silk umbrel la he had set by the door on enteri ng. Soapysteppe d inside, secure d the umbrel la and saunte red off with it slowly. The man at the cigarlightfollow ed hastil y.28 “Myumbrel la,”hesaidsternl y.29 “Oh, is it?”sneere d Soapy,adding insult to petitlarcen y.“Well, why don’tyoucallapolice man? I took it. Your umbrel la! Whydon’tyoucallacop? Therestands one on the corner.”30 The umbrel la ownerslowed his steps.Soapydid likewi se, with a presen timen t that luck wouldrun agains t him. The police man looked at the two curiou sly.31“Ofcourse,”saidtheumbrel la man—“thatis—well, you know how thesemistak es occur—I—ifit’syourumbrel laIhopeyou’llexcuse me—I picked it up this mornin g in a restau rant—If you recogn ise it as yours, why—Ihopeyou’ll—“32 “Ofcourseit’smine,”saidSoapyviciou sly.33 The ex-umbrel la man retrea ted. The police man hurrie d to assist a tall blonde in an operacloakacross the street in frontof a street car that was approa ching two blocks away.34 Soapywalked eastwa rd throug h a street damage d by improv ement s. He hurled the umbrel la wrathf ullyinto an excava tion.He mutter ed agains t the men who wear helmet s and carryclubs.Becaus e he wanted to fall into theirclutch es, they seemed to regard him as a king who coulddo no wrong.35 At length Soapyreache d one of the avenue s to the east wherethe glitte r and turmoi l was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madiso n Square, for the homing instin ct surviv es even when the home is a park bench.36 But on an unusua lly quietcorner Soapycame to a stands till. Here was an old church, quaint and rambli ng and gabled. Throug h one violet-staine d window a soft lightglowed, where,no doubt,the organi st loiter ed over the keys, making sure of his master y of the coming Sabbat h anthem. For theredrifte d out to Soapy’searssweetmusicthat caught and held him transf ixedagains t the convol ution s of the iron fence.37 The moon was above,lustro us and serene; vehicl es and pedest rains were few; sparro ws twitte red sleepi ly in the eaves—for a little whilethe scenemighthave been a countr y church yard.And the anthem that the organi st played cement ed Soapyto the iron fence,for he had knownit well in the days when his life contai ned such things as mother s and rosesand ambiti ons and friend s and immacu latethough ts and collar s.38 The conjun ction of Soapy’srecept ive stateof mind and the influe ncesaboutthe old church wrough t a sudden and wonder ful change in his soul. He viewed with swifthorror the pit into whichhe had tumble d, the degrad ed days, unwort hy desire s, dead hopes,wrecke d facult ies, and base motive s that made up his existe nce.39 And also in a moment his heartrespon ded thrill ingly to this novelmood. An instan taneo us and strong impuls e movedhim to battle with his desper ate fate. He wouldpull himsel f out of the mire; he wouldmake a man of himsel f again; he wouldconque r the evil that had takenposses sionof him. Therewas time; he was compar ative ly youngyet; he wouldresurr ect his old eagerambiti ons and pursue them withou t falter ing. Thosesolemn but sweetorgannoteshad set up a revolu tionin him. Tomorr ow he wouldgo into the roarin g down-town distri ct and find work. A fur import er had once offere d him a placeas driver. He wouldfind him to-morrow and ask for the positi on. He wouldbe somebo dy in the world. He would—40 Soapyfelt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickl y roundinto the broadface of a police man.41 “Whatareyoudoin’here?”askedthe office r.42 “Nothin g’,”saidSoapy.43“Th en come along,”saidthepolice man.44“Threemonths on the Island,”saidtheMagist ratein the Police Courtthe next mornin g.。
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Hass他an的w父o亲uld阿里逮个正着V，1:“这是的是，他爸把爸。他”们哈桑
mum从ble树,上lo摇ok下in来g 之后的对会话咕描哝着写，。低头看自己的双
down at his feet.
脚。但他从不告发我，从来 不提镜子、用胡桃射狗其实
But he never told
都是我的鬼主意。P04
翻译分析
The Kite Runner 第一、二章
是整个故事的开端，介绍了故事发 生的背景，以及主要人物的身世
The Kite Runner
V1：追风筝的人
V2：追风筝的孩子
我们认为，译作追风筝的人更为合适。“追风筝”是作 为本书的线索贯穿全文，虽然这个事件是发生在本书主 人公儿童时代的事情，但是，从后面的情节可以得知， 正是因为“风筝”导致主人公背叛、并抛弃了自己儿时 的好友，导致了后来一系列悲剧的发生，主人公长大成 人后，回到阿富汗以向心中永恒的遗憾求得救赎，而这 则替代了前面“风筝”这个具体的意象，成为主人公再 次追寻的目标。V2译作“追风筝的孩子”则是将重点 放在主人公儿时的活动和记忆上，略显片面。
V1:但更主要的是， 这些欺辱对他来说毫 不见效
squat: short and wide
or fat, in a way that is not attractive矮而宽的； 矮胖的【牛津高阶英汉 双解词典】P1953
V1:他又矮又胖，头发 剃得很短，脸上还有黑 乎乎的胡茬。
V2:他是個矮胖的人， 理平頭，臉上有黑色的 鬍渣
V1对原文的翻译显得生动形象，使读者能轻易想象出那 人的外貌。
从字面上我们就能感觉到V1是遵照了原文的。V2 把它意译为惦念，不如心为母亲感到疼痛更能引 起读者的共鸣。
sHWeeeenwahh背 电 小 军saimd景 影 路 营a ： 去 。 时nbseeq阿 走 这 发vfueo米 了 是 生arrt尔一路的e.和条过事哈他在。桑父那为亲条了从小看不路V他很1:一允上又短我矮，部许临们又脸他 近新跟上胖们 的的他还，素走 一伊有头不的 个朗黑发相乎剃识乎得。
V2--哈山從沒談起他的母親， 彷彿她從來不存在似的。我一 直很好奇，他是否夢見過她， 想過她的長相，她的下落。我 很好奇，他是不是期盼見到她。 他是不是惦念著她，就像我惦
念著從未謀面的母親一樣？P09
I always wondered if he dreamed
about her, about what she looked
The Kite Runner
赵幼 袁友飞 李娟花 卢孟非 张震
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Brief introduction on the author
Khaled Hosseini
卡勒德·胡赛尼 （1965~今）
1965年3月4日出生于阿富 汗喀布尔市，后随父亲移 居美国。胡赛尼毕业于加 代表作品：州大学圣地亚哥医学系。
The Kite Runner （2006） A Thousand Splendid Suns （2007）
译 本介绍
李继宏
李静宜
译者介绍
V1
李继宏 （1980~今）
2003年毕业于中山大学
V2使用直译，虽然符合原文，但翻译地显得太过生硬。
The way he grinned at us
grin: 露齿而笑，咧着 嘴笑，龇着牙笑【牛 津高阶英汉双解词典】
P898
V1:他脸带淫亵，朝 我们咧嘴而笑
V2:他對著我們笑的 樣子，不懷好意
V1引用直译，遵照原文，把原文的所要表达的意思清 楚明白的表现出来，具体的说出是什么让他害怕。浅 显易懂。
dreamed about her,
渴望见到她。⑶他会为她心痛
about what she looked 吗，好比我为自己素昧平生的
like, where she was. I 妈妈难过一样? P06
wondered if he longed to meet her. Did he ach for her, the way I ached for the mother I had never met?
P06
Hassan would mumble, looking down at his feet.
mumble: to speak or
say sth in a quiet
voice in a way that is not clear嘟哝，口齿 不清的说【牛津高阶 英汉双解词典】P1318
V1:哈桑会咕哝着，低头看自 己的双脚。
社会学系，曾在《东方
早报》、《私家地理》
等单位任职，2007年起
专职从事翻译及写作
主要译著---
《与神对话·全三卷》、 《与神为友》、《追风 筝的人》、《公共人的 衰落》、《灿烂千阳》
译者介绍
V2
李静宜 台湾政大外交系毕
业，外交研究所博士候选
人，美国斯坦福大学访问
学者。
主要译著：
《追风筝的孩子》、《灿 烂千阳》、《奇想之年》、 《直觉》、《理察费曼》、 《古典音乐一○一》、 《完美的间谍》等书。
V1:我总是寻思他会不会 在梦里见到她，会不会梦 见她长什么样子，去了哪 里。
V2:我一直很好奇，他是 否夢見過她，想過她的長 相，她的下落。
但显得太过生硬，不如李继
宏的的翻译那样具有感情色 彩。
I wondered if he longed to meet her.
long: adj.长的 adv.长期地，长 久地 v.渴望；期 盼【牛津高阶英 汉双解词典】
背景：阿米尔在描写房子时提及到他和哈
Hass桑an都n从ev那er间ta小lk屋ed里失去了V1自--哈己桑的从母未亲提，及从他的母亲，
abou而t h引is发m了ot阿he米r,尔a对s i母f 亲的仿佛思她念从以未及存对在哈过。桑⑴我总是 sahlwea’d是ysn否ewvo也enr有dee同xreis自dte己ifd相.hIe同的心寻会了思不哪理他会里活会梦。动不见我的会她还猜在长寻测梦什思里么他。见样会到子不她，会，⑵去
V2:哈山會低頭盯著腳懾嚅說。
V1直译这个句子，不带感情色 彩，显得太过生硬。
V2意译的方法，哈桑看着自己 的脚并不是真的把他的注意力 放在脚上，而是表达出哈桑因 说谎而不敢抬头。
Never told that the mirror, shooting
walnuts at his neighbor’s dog, was
scared me. “Just keep walking”, I muttered to
頭，臉上有黑色的鬍渣。 他對著我們笑的樣子， 不懷好意，讓我很害怕。 繼續走。我低聲對哈山
Hassan.
說。P10
He was a squat man with a shaved head and black stubble on his face.
不过我们觉得这里翻译成 “恐惧”比“害怕”的程 度更深一点，更恰当的表 现出阿米尔的心情。
V2:讓我很害怕
由汉语的解释可以看 出李继宏翻译的“慌 乱”使用的不够恰当。 阿米尔他们此时遇到 危险不是紧张，而是 害怕。李静宜翻译出 “害怕”的意思，基 本符合原文。
背景：哈桑在阿米尔的怂恿下爬上树用
“Yes弹, 弓fa去th打er邻, 居家的独眼的德国牧羊犬被
like, where she was.
从原文的意思来看阿米尔是 想亲表的d梦达相re，哈貌am梦桑而a见是不bo否是u②t会凭：想梦空①象见想做，他象母出 来的梦吧想。日【有牛所津思高夜阶有英所梦， 梦在中平汉见时双到是解他在词的思典母念】亲着P表她60明的9哈。桑V1 的翻译选用了第一种解释， 准确的译出了原文所要表达 的意思。V2，虽忠于原文，
P1192
V1:我还寻思他会不会 渴望见到她。
V2:我很好奇，他是不 是期盼見到她。
李继宏翻译的是渴望。李静宜翻译的是期盼。两个都 采用直译但所选的不同的意思。
渴望：迫切的希望（尤指对看似不会很பைடு நூலகம்发生的事） 【现代汉语词典】P428 期盼：期待，盼望
这里用“渴望”更能表现出哈桑对母亲的那种迫切希 望相间的心情，而“期盼”不如渴望的感情强烈。
on me. Never told that the mirror, shooting walnuts at his neighbor’s dog, was always my idea.
V2:是的，父親。”哈山會 低頭盯著腳懾嚅說。但他從 來沒告我的狀。從來沒說玩 鏡子，還有用胡桃射鄰居的 狗，一直都是我的主意。
他找到讓他快樂的東西，
Hassan.
他的解藥，就在紗娜烏芭 生下哈山的那一刻。P13
But mostly because Ali was immune to the insults of his assailants
Immune:对……有免疫 力的，不受影响的 【牛 津高阶英汉双解词典】
P1020
静宜的翻译不太符合逻 辑S且n显ee得r: 生嘲硬笑，，“讥比他 还讽像，个嗤丈笑夫的【老牛驴津子高”，
不阶太英符汉合双常解理词，典也】不符
“我看過比他還像 個丈夫的老驢子 呢。”P12
合P日1常90的3 语言表达习惯。
背景：大部分人怀疑阿里的这桩婚姻是他和
ABluitw他认ma叔为sos叔这itm之中lym间间ub的肯neec某定at种有uos安什e 排么，不V欺对可1辱:此告但对他人更他们的主来议秘要说论密的毫纷。是不纷，见，这效些，
the insults of his assailants; he had found his joy, his