玻璃山双语对照版
Unit4AViewofMountains课文翻译综合教程四
Unit 4A View of MountainsJonathan Schell1. On August 9, 1945, the day the atomic bomb was dropped on Nagasaki， Yosuke Yamahata,a photographer serving in the Japanese army， was dispatched to the destroyed city. The hundredor so pictures he took the next day constitute the fullest photographic record of nuclear destruction in existence. Hiroshima, destroyed three days earlier, had largely escaped the camera’s lens in the first day after the bombing。
It was therefore left to Yamahata to record，methodically － and, as it happens, with a great and simple artistry –the effects on a human population of a nuclear weapon only hours after it had been used。
Some of Yamahata’s pictures show corpses charred in the peculiar way in which a nuclear fireball chars its victims. They have been burned by light –technically speaking, by the “thermal pulse” － and their bodies are often branded with the patterns of their clothes, whose colors absorb light in different degrees。
断背山-BrokebackMountain(英文)
Brokeback MountainBy Annie ProulxEnnis Del Mar wakes before five, wind rocking the trailer, hissing in around the aluminum door and window frames. The shirts hanging on a nail shudder slightly in the draft. He gets up, scratching the grey wedge of belly and pubic hair, shuffles to the gas burner, pours leftover coffee in a chipped enamel pan; the flame swathes it in blue. He turns on the tap and urinates in the sink, pulls on his shirt and jeans, his worn boots, stamping the heels against the floor to get them full on. The wind booms down the curved length of the trailer and under its roaring passage he can hear the scratching of fine gravel and sand. It could be bad on the highway with the horse trailer. He has to be packed and away from the place that morning. Again the ranch is on the market and they’ve shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before, the owner saying, “Give em to the real estate shark, I’m out a here,” dropping the keys in Ennis’s hand. He might have to stay wit h his married daughter until he picks up another job, yet he is suffused with a sense of pleasure because Jack Twist was in his dream. The stale coffee is boiling up but he catches it before it goes over the side, pours it into a stained cup and blows on the black liquid, lets a panel of the dream slide forward. If he does not force his attention on it, it might stoke the day, rewarm that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong. The wind strikes the trailer like a load of dirt coming off a dump truck, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence. They were raised on small, poor ranches in opposite corners of the state, Jack Twist in Lightning Flat up on the Montana border, Ennis del Mar from around Sage, near the Utah line, both high school dropout country boys with no prospects, brought up to hard work and privation, both rough-mannered, rough-spoken, inured to the stoic life. Ennis, reared by his older brother and sister after their parents drove off the only curve on DeadHorse Road leaving them twenty-four dollars in cash and a two-mortgage ranch, applied at age fourteen for a hardship license that let him make the hour-long trip from the ranch to the high school. The pickup was old, no heater, one windshield wiper and bad tires; when the transmission went there was no money to fix it. He had wanted to be a sophomore, felt the word carried a kind of distinction, but the truck broke down short of it, pitching him directly into ranch work. In 1963 when he met Jack Twist, Ennis was engaged to Alma Beers. Both Jack and Ennis claimed to be saving money for a small spread; in Ennis’s case that meant a tobacco can with two five-dollar bills inside. That spring, hungry for any job, each had signed up with Farm and Ranch Employment—they came together on paper as herder and camp tender for the same sheep operation north of Signal. The summer range lay above the tree line on Forest Service land on Brokeback Mountain. It would be Jack Twist’s second summer on the mountain, Ennis’s first. Neither of them was twenty. They shook hands in the choky little trailer office in front of a table littered with scribbled papers, a Bakelite ashtray brimming with stubs. The venetian blinds hung askew and admitted a triangle of white light, th e shadow of the foreman’s hand moving into it. Joe Aguirre, wavy hair the color of cigarette ash and parted down the middle, gave them his point of view.“Forest Service got designated campsites on the allotments. Them camps can be a couple a miles from where we pasture the sheep. Bad predator loss, nobody near lookin after em at night. What I want, camp tender in the main camp where the Forest Service says, but the HERDER”—pointing at Jack with a chop of his hand—“pitch a pup tent on the q.t. with the shee p, out a sight, and he’s goin a SLEEP there. Eat supper, breakfast in camp, but SLEEP WITH THE SHEEP, hundred percent, NO FIRE, don’t leave NO SIGN. Roll up that tent every mornin case Forest Service snoops around. Got the dogs, your .30-.30, sleep there. Last summer had goddamn near twenty-five percent loss. I don’t want that again. YOU,” he said to Ennis, taking in the ragged hair,the big nicked hands, the jeans torn, button-gaping shirt, “Fridays twelve noon be down at the bridge with your next week list and mules. Somebody with supplies’ll be there in a pickup.” He didn’t ask if Ennis had a watch but took a cheap round ticker on a braided cord from a box on a high shelf, wound and set it, tossed it to him as if he weren’t worth the reach. “TOMORROW MOR NIN we’ll truck you up the jump-off.” Pair of deuces going nowhere.They found a bar and drank beer through the afternoon, Jack telling Ennis about a lightning storm on the mountain the year before that killed forty-two sheep, the peculiar stink of them and the way they bloated, the need for plenty of whiskey up there. He had shot an eagle, he said, turned his head to show the tail feather in his hatband. At first glance Jack seemed fair enough with his curly hair and quick laugh, but for a small man he carried some weight in the haunch and his smile disclosed buckteeth, not pronounced enough to let him eat popcorn out of the neck of a jug, but noticeable. He was infatuated with the rodeo life and fastened his belt with a minor bull-riding buckle, but his boots were worn to the quick, holed beyond repair and he was crazy to be somewhere, anywhere else than Lightning Flat.Ennis, high-arched nose and narrow face, was scruffy and a little cave-chested, balanced a small torso on long, caliper legs, possessed a muscular and supple body made for the horse and for fighting. His reflexes were uncommonly quick and he was farsighted enough to dislike reading anything except Hamley’s saddle catalog. The sheep trucks and horse trailers unloaded at the trailhead and a bandy-legged Basque showed Ennis how to pack the mules, two packs and a riding load on each animal ring-lashed with double diamonds and secured with half hitches, telling him, “Don’t never order soup. Them boxes a soup are real bad to pack.” Three puppies b elonging to one of the blue heelers went in a pack basket, the runt inside Jack’s coat, for he loved a little dog. Ennis picked out a big chestnut called Cigar Butt to ride, Jack a bay mare who turned out to have a low startle point. The string of spare horses included amouse-colored grullo whose looks Ennis liked. Ennis and Jack, the dogs, horses and mules, a thousand ewes and their lambs flowed up the trail like dirty water through the timber and out above the tree line into the great flowery Meadows and the coursing, endless wind. They got the big tent up on the Forest Service’s platform, the kitchen and grub boxes secured. Both slept in camp that first night, Jack already bitching about Joe Aguirre’s sleep-with-the-sheep-and-nofire order, though he saddled the bay mare in the dark morning without saying much. Dawn came glassy orange, stained from below by a gelatinous band of pale green. The sooty bulk of the mountain paled slowly until it was the same color as the smoke from Ennis’s breakfast fire. The cold air sweetened, banded pebbles and crumbs of soil cast sudden pencil-long shadows and the rearing lodgepole pines below them massed in slabs of somber malachite. During the day Ennis looked across a great gulf and sometimes saw Jack, a small dot moving across a high meadow as an insect moves across a tablecloth; Jack, in his dark camp, saw Ennis as night fire, a red spark on the huge black mass of mountain. Jack came lagging in late one afternoon, drank his two bottles of beer cooled in a wet sack on the shady side of the tent, ate two bowls of stew, four of Ennis’s stone biscuits, a can of peaches, rolled a smoke, watched the sun drop.“I’m commutin four hours a day,” he said morosely. “Come in for breakfast, go back to the sheep, evenin get em bedded down, come in for supper, go back to the sheep, spend half the night jumpin up and checkin for coyotes. By rights I should be spendin the night here. Aguirre got no right a make me do this.” “You want a switch?” said Ennis. “I wouldn’t mind herdin. I wouldn’t mind sleepin out there.”“That ain’t the point. Point is, we both should be in this camp. And that goddamn pup tent smells like cat piss or worse.” “Wouldn’t mind bein out there.”“Tell you what, you got a get up a dozen times in the night out there over them coyotes. Happy to switch but give you warnin I can’t cook worth a sh*t. Pretty good with a can opener.” “Can’t be no worse than me, then. Sure, I wouldn’t mind a do it.” They fended off the night for an hour with the yellow kerosene lamp and around ten Ennis rode Cigar Butt, a good night horse, through the glimmering frost back to the sheep, carrying leftover biscuits, a jar of jam and a jar of coffee with him for the next day saying he’d save a trip, stay out until supper.“Shot a coyote just first light,” he told Jack the next evening, sloshing his face with hot water, lathering up soap and hoping his razor had some cut left in it, while Jack peeled potatoes. “Big son of a bitch. Balls on him size a apples. I bet he’d took a few lambs. Looked li ke he could a eat a camel. You want some a this hot water?There’s plenty.”“It’s all yours.”“Well, I’m goin a warsh everthing I can reach,” he said, pulling off his boots and jeans (no drawers, no socks, Jack noticed), slopping the green washcloth around until the fire spat. They had a high-time supper by the fire, a can of beans each, fried potatoes and a quart of whiskey on shares, sat with their backs against a log, boot soles and copper jeans rivets hot, swapping the bottle while the lavender sky emptied of color and the chill air drained down, drinking, smoking cigarettes, getting up every now and then to piss, firelight throwing a sparkle in the arched stream, tossing sticks on the fire to keep the talk going, talking horses and rodeo, roughstock events, wrecks and injuries sustained, the submarine Thresher lost two months earlier with all hands and how it must have been in the last doomed minutes, dogs each had owned and known, the draft, Jack’s home ranch where his father and mother held on, Ennis’s family place folded years ago after his folks died, the older brother in Signal and a married sister in Casper. Jack said his father had been a prettywell known bullrider years back but kept his secrets to himself, never gave Jack a word of advice, never came once to see Jack ride, though he had put him on the woolies when he was a little kid. Ennis said the kind of riding that interested him lasted longer than eight seconds and had some point to it. Money’s a good point, said Jack, and Ennis had to agre e. They were respectful of each other’s opinions, each glad to have a companion where none had been expected. Ennis, riding against the wind back to the sheep in the treacherous, drunken light, thought he’d never had such a good time, felt he could paw the white out of the moon. The summer went on and they moved the herd to new pasture, shifted the camp; the distance between the sheep and the new camp was greater and the night ride longer. Ennis rode easy, sleeping with his eyes open, but the hours he was away from the sheep stretched out and out. Jack pulled a squalling burr out of the harmonica, flattened a little from a fall off the skittish bay mare, and Ennis had a good raspy voice; a few nights they mangled their way through some songs. Ennis knew the salty words to “Strawberry Roan.” Jack tried a Carl Perkins song, bawling “what I say-ay-ay,” but he favored a sad hymn, “Water-Walking Jesus,” learned from his mother who believed in the Pentecost, that he sang at dirge slowness, setting off distant coyote yips.“Too late to go out to them damn sheep,” said Ennis, dizzy drunk on all fours one cold hour when the moon had notched past two. The meadow stones glowed white-green and a flinty wind worked over the meadow, scraped the fire low, then ruffled it in to yellow silk sashes. “Got you a extra blanket I’ll roll up out here and grab forty winks, ride out at first light.”“Freeze your ass off when that fire dies down. Better off sleepin in the tent.”“Doubt I’ll feel nothin.” But he staggered under canvas, p ulled his boots off, snored on the ground cloth for a while, woke Jack with the clacking of his jaw. “Jesus Christ, quit hammerin and get over here. Bedroll’s big enough,” said Jack in an irritable sleep-clogged voice. It was big enough, warm enough, andin a little while they deepened their intimacy considerably. Ennis ran full-throttle on all roads whether fence mending or money spending, and he wanted none of it when Jack seized his left hand and brought it to his erect cock. Ennis jerked his hand away a s though he’d touched fire, got to his knees, unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants down, hauled Jack onto all fours and, with the help of the clear slick and a little spit, entered him, nothing he’d done before but no instruction manual needed. They went at it in silence except for a few sharp intakes of breath and Jack’s choked “gun’s goin off,” then out, down, and asleep. Ennis woke in red dawn with his pants around his knees, a top-grade headache, and Jack butted against him; without saying anything about it both knew how it would go for the rest of the summer, sheep be damned.As it did go. They never talked about the sex, let it happen, at first only in the tent at night, then in the full daylight with the hot sun striking down, and at evening in the fire glow, quick, rough, laughing and snorting, no lack of noises, but saying not a goddamn word except once Ennis said, “I’m not no queer,” and Jack jumped in with “Me neither. A one-shot thing. Nobody’s business but ours.” There were only the two of them on the mountain flying in the euphoric, bitter air, looking down on the hawk’s back and the crawling lights of vehicles on the plain below, suspended above ordinary affairs and distant from tame ranch dogs barking in the dark hours. They believed themselves invisible, not knowing Joe Aguirre had watched them through his 10x42 binoculars for ten minutes one day, waiting until they’d buttoned up their jeans, waiting until Ennis rode back to the sheep, before bringing up the message that Jack’s people had sent word that his uncle Harold was in the hospital with pneumonia and expected not to make it. Though he did, and Aguirre came up again to say so, fixing Jack with his bold stare, not bothering to dismount.In August Ennis spent the whole night with Jack in the main camp and in a blowy hailstorm the sheep took off west and got among a herd in another allotment. There was a damn miserable time for five days, Ennis and a Chileanherder with no English trying to sort them out, the task almost impossible as the paint brands were worn and faint at this late season. Even when the numbers were right Ennis knew the sheep were mixed. In a disquieting way everything seemed mixed.The first snow came early, on August thirteenth, piling up a foot, but was followed by a quick melt. The next week Joe Aguirre sent word to bring them down—another, bigger storm was moving in from the Pacific—and they packed in the game and moved off the mountain with the sheep, stones rolling at their heels, purple cloud crowding in from the west and the metal smell of coming snow pressing them on. The mountain boiled with demonic energy, glazed with flickering broken-cloud light, the wind combed the grass and drew from the damaged krummholz and slit rock a bestial drone. As they descended the slope Ennis felt he was in a slow-motion, but headlong, irreversible fall. Joe Aguirre paid them, said little. He had looked at the milling sheep with a sour expression, said, “Some a these never went up there with you.” The count was not what he’d hoped f or either. Ranch stiffs never did much of a job. “You goin a do this next summer?” said Jack to Ennis in the street, one leg already up in his green pickup. The wind was gusting hard and cold. “Maybe not.” A dust plume rose and hazed the air with fine grit and he squinted against it. “Like I said, Alma and me’s gettin married in December. Try to get somethin on a ranch. You?” He looked away from Jack’s jaw, bruised blue from the hard punch Ennis had thrown him on the last day.“If nothin better comes along.Thought some about going back up to my daddy’s place, give him a hand over the winter, then maybe head out for Texas in the spring. If the draft don’t get me.” “Well, see you around, I guess.” The wind tumbled an empty feed bag down the street until it fetched up under his truck. “Right,” said Jack, and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to dobut drive away in opposite directions. Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time. He stopped at the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up. He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off. In December Ennis married Alma Beers and had her pregnant by mid-January. He picked up a few short-lived ranch jobs, then settled in as a wrangler on the old Elwood Hi-Top place north of Lost Cabin in Washakie County. He was still working there in September when Alma Jr., as he called his daughter, was born and their bedroom was full of the smell of old blood and milk and baby sh*t, and the sounds were of squalling and sucking and Alma’s sleepy groans, all reassuring of fecundity and life’s continuance to one who worked with livestock.When the Hi-Top folded they moved to a small apartment in Riverton up over a laundry. Ennis got on the highway crew, tolerating it but working weekends at the Rafter B in exchange for keeping his horses out there. The second girl was born and Alma wanted to stay in town near the clinic because the child had an asthmatic wheeze.“Ennis, please, no more damn lonesome ranches for us,” she said, sitting on his lap, wrapping her thin, freckled arms around him. “Let’s get a place here in town?”“I guess,” said Ennis, slipping his hand up her blouse sleeve and stirring the silky armpit hair, then easing her down, fingers moving up her ribs to the jelly breast, over the round belly and knee and up into the wet gap all the way to the north pole or the equator depending which way you thought you were sailing, working at it until she shuddered and bucked against his hand and he rolled her over, did quickly what she hated. They stayed in the little apartment which he favored because it could be left at any time. The fourth summer since Brokeback Mountain came on and in June Ennis had a general delivery letter from Jack Twist, the first sign of life in all that time.Friend this letter is a long time over due. Hope you get it. Heard you was in Riverton. Im coming thru on the 24th, thought Id stop and buy you a beer Drop me a line if you can, say if your there. The return address was Childress, Texas. Ennis wrote back, you bet, gave the Riverton address.The day was hot and clear in the morning, but by noon the clouds had pushed up out of the west rolling a little sultry air before them. Ennis, wearing his best shirt, white with wide black stripes, didn’t know what time Jack would get there and so had taken the day off, paced back and forth, looking down into a street pale with dust. Alma was saying something about taking his friend to the Knife & Fork for supper instead of cooking it was so hot, if they could get a baby-sitter, but Ennis said more likely he’d just go out with Jack and get drunk. Jack was not a restaurant type, he said, thinking of the dirty spoons sticking out of the cans of cold beans balanced on the log.Late in the afternoon, thunder growling, that same old green pickup rolled in and he saw Jack get out of the truck, beat-up Resistol tilted back. A hot jolt scalded Ennis and he was out on the landing pulling the door closed behind him. Jack took the stairs two and two. They seized each other by the shoulders, hugged mightily, squeezing the breath out of each other, saying, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, then, and easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouths came together, and hard, Jack’s big teeth bringing blood, his hat falling to the floor, stubble rasping, wet saliva welling, and the door opening and Alma looking out f or a few seconds at Ennis’s straining shoulders and shutting the door again and still they clinched, pressing chest and groin and thigh and leg together, treading on each other’s toes until they pulled apart to breathe and Ennis, not big on endearments, said what he said to his horses and daughters, little darlin.The door opened again a few inches and Alma stood in the narrow light.What could he say? “Alma, this is Jack Twist, Jack, my wife Alma.” His chest was heaving. He could smell Jack—the intensely familiar odor of cigarettes,musky sweat and a faint sweetness like grass, and with it the rushing cold of the mountain. “Alma,” he said, “Jack and me ain’t seen each other in four years.” As if it were a reason. He was glad the light was dim on the landing but did not turn away from her.“Sure enough,” said Alma in a low voice. She had seen what she had seen. Behind her in the room lightning lit the window like a white sheet waving and the baby cried.“You got a kid?” said Jack. His shaking hand grazed Ennis’s hand, electrical current snapped between them.“Two little girls,” Ennis said. “Alma Jr. and Francine. Love them to pieces.” Alma’s mouth twitched.“I got a boy,” said Jack. “Eight months old. Tell you what, I married a cute little old Texas girl down in Childress—Lureen.” From the vibration of the floorboard on which they both stood Ennis could feel how hard Jack was shaking. “Alma,” he said. “Jack and me is goin out and get a drink. Might not get back tonight, we get drinkin and talkin.” “Sure enough,” Alma said, taking a dollar bill from her pocket. Ennis guessed she was going to ask him to get her a pack of cigarettes, bring him back sooner.“Please to meet you,” said Jack, trembling like a run-out horse. “Ennis—“ said Alma in her misery voice, but that didn’t slow him down on the stairs and he called back, “Alma, you want smokes there’s some in the pocket a my blue shirt in the bedroom.” They went off in Jack’s truck, bought a bottle of whiskey and within twenty minutes were in the Motel Siesta jouncing a bed.A few handfuls of hail rattled against the window followed by rain and slippery wind banging the unsecured door of the next room then and through the night. The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, sh*t and cheap soap. Ennis lay spread-eagled, spent and wet, breathing deep, still half tumescent, Jack blowing forcefulcigarette clouds like whale spouts, and Jack said, “Christ, it got a be all that time a yours ahorseback makes it so goddamn good. We got to talk about this. Swear to god I didn’t know we was goin a get into this again—yeah, I did. Why I’m here. I f*ckin knew it. Redlined all the way, couldn’t get here fast enough.”“I didn’t know where in the hell you was,” said Ennis. “F our years. I about give up on you. I figured you was sore about that punch.” “Friend,” said Jack, “I was in Texas rodeoin. How I met Lureen.Look over on that chair.”On the back of the soiled orange chair he saw the shine of a buckle. “Bullridin?”“Yeah. I made three f*ckin thousand dollars that year. f*ckin starved. Had to borrow everthing but a toothbrush from other guys. Drove grooves across Texas. Half the time under that cunt truck fixin it. Anyway, I didn’t never think about losin. Lureen? There’s some serious money there. Her old man’s got it. Got this farm machinery business. Course he don’t let her have none a the money, and he hates my f*ckin guts, so it’s a hard go now but one a these days—“ “Well, you’re goin a go where you look. Army didn’t get you?” The thunder sounded far to the east, moving from them in its red wreaths of light. “They can’t get no use out a me. Got some crushed vertebrates. And a stress fracture, the arm bone here, you know how bullridin you’re always leverin it off your thigh? -- she gives a little ever time you do it. Even if you tape it good you break it a little goddamn bit at a time. Tell you what, hurts like a bitch afterwards. Had a busted leg. Busted in three places. Come off the bull and it was a big bull with a lot a drop, he got rid a me in about three flat and he come after me and he was sure faster. Lucky enough. Friend a mine got his oil checked with a horn dipstick and that was all she wrote. Bunch a other things, f*ckin busted ribs, sprains and pains, torn lig aments. See, it ain’t like it was in my daddy’s time. It’s guys with money go to college, trained athaletes. You gota have some money to rodeo now. Lureen’s old man wouldn’t give me a dime if I dropped it, except one way. And I know enough about the game now so I see that I ain’t never goin a be on the bubble. Other reasons. I’m gettin out while I still can walk.”Ennis pulled Jack’s hand to his mouth, took a hit from the cigarette, exhaled. “Sure as hell seem in one piece to me. You know, I was sittin u p here all that time tryin to figure out if I was -- ? I know I ain’t. I mean here we both got wives and kids, right? I like doin it with women, yeah, but Jesus H., ain’t nothin like this. I never had no thoughts a doin it with another guy except I sure wrang it out a hunderd times thinkin about you. You do it with other guys? Jack?” “sh*t no,” said Jack, who had been riding more than bulls, not rolling his own. “You know that. Old Brokeback got us good and it sure ain’t over. We got a work out what the f*c k we’re goin a do now.”“That summer,” said Ennis. “When we split up after we got paid out I had gut cramps so bad I pulled over and tried to puke, thought I ate somethin bad at that place in Dubois. Took me about a year a figure out it was that I shouldn’t a let you out a my sights. Too late then by a long, long while.”“Friend,” said Jack. “We got us a f*ckin situation here. Got a figure out what to do.”“I doubt there’s nothin now we can do,” said Ennis. “What I’m sayin, Jack, I built a life up in them y ears. Love my little girls. Alma? It ain’t her fault. You got your baby and wife, that place in Texas. You and me can’t hardly be decent together if what happened back there” -- he jerked his head in the direction of the apartment—“grabs on us like that. We do that in the wrong place we’ll be dead. There’s no reins on this one. It scares the piss out a me.” “Got to tell you, friend, maybe somebody seen us that summer. I was back there the next June, thinkin about goin back—I didn’t, lit out for Texas instea d—and Joe Aguirre’s in the office and he says to me, he says, ‘You boys found a way to make the time pass up there, didn’t you,’ and I give him a look but when I went out I seen hehad a big-ass pair a binoculars hangin off his rearview.” He neglected to a dd that the foreman had leaned back in his squeaky wooden tilt chair, said, Twist, you guys wasn’t gettin paid to leave the dogs baby-sit the sheep while you stemmed the rose, and declined to rehire him. He went on, “Yeah, that little punch a yours surpris ed me. I never figured you to throw a dirty punch.” “I come up under my brother K.E., three years older’n me, slugged me silly ever day. Dad got tired a me come bawlin in the house and when I was about six he set me down and says, Ennis, you got a problem and you got a fix it or it’s gonna be with you until you’re ninety and K.E.’s ninety-three. Well, I says, he’s bigger’n me. Dad says, you got a take him unawares, don’t say nothin to him, make him feel some pain, get out fast and keep doin it until he takes the message. Nothin like hurtin somebody to make him hear good. So I did. I got him in the outhouse, jumped him on the stairs, come over to his pillow in the night while he was sleepin and pasted him damn good. Took about two days. Never had trouble with K.E. since. The lesson was, don’t say nothin and get it over with quick.” A telephone rang in the next room, rang on and on, stopped abruptly in mid-peal. “You won’t catch me again,” said Jack. “Listen. I’m thinkin, tell you what, if you and me had a little ranch together, little cow and calf operation, your horses, it’d be some sweet life. Like I said, I’m gettin out a rodeo. I ain’t no broke-dick rider but I don’t got the bucks a ride out this slump I’m in and I don’t got the bones a keep gettin wrecked. I got it figured, got this plan, Ennis, how we can do it, you and me.Lureen’s old man, you bet he’d give me a bunch if I’d get lost.Already more or less said it—““Whoa, whoa, whoa. It ain’t goin a be that way. We can’t. I’m stuck with what I got, cau ght in my own loop. Can’t get out of it. Jack, I don’t want a be like them guys you see around sometimes. And I don’t want a be dead. There was these two old guys ranched together down home, Earl and Rich—Dad would pass a remark when he seen them. They was a joke even though they was pretty。
玻璃山双语对照版
玻璃山唐纳德•巴塞尔姆2.The glass mountain stands at the corner ofThirteenth Street1。
我正在努力攀登这座玻璃山。
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这座玻璃山耸立在十三道街与第八大街的交叉口。
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我快到半山腰了。
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人们抬头望着我。
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这一地段我新来乍到。
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不过我有些相识 .7.我的脚捆着爬钉，一手抓住一只坚固的橡皮吸盘。
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我已经爬到 200 英尺的地方。
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风刺骨的冷。
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我的相识在山脚下聚成一堆给我鼓劲儿。
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"蠢驴 "12."笨蛋 "13.城里的每个人都知道玻璃山。
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住在这儿的人讲述它的故事。
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那是讲给观光客听的。
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摸摸山坡，你会觉得很凉。
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在山里瞧，你会看到深处蓝白相映闪闪发光。
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这座山高高耸立在第八大街那一片，好象一东雄伟的，金碧辉煌的办公大楼。
19。
山颠消失在云层里，无云的日子便消失在太阳里。
20。
我拔起右手的橡皮吸盘，左手原地不动。
21.随后我上串一点又在高处一点的地方吸住右手，接着把腿慢慢移到一个新的位置。
The Glass Mountain Donald Barthelme and Eighth Avenue. 3.I had attained the lower slope.4.People were looking up at me.5.I was new in the neighborhood.6.Nevertheless I had acquaintances.7.I had strapped climbing irons to my feet and each hand grasped sturdy plumber's friend.8.I was 200 feet up.9.The wind was bitter.10.My acquaintances had gathered at the bottom of the mountain to offer encouragement.11."Shithead."12."Asshole."13.Everyone in the city knows about the glass mountain.14.People who live here tell stories about it.15.It is pointed out to visitors.16.Touching the side of the mountain, one feels coolness.17.Peering into the mountain, one seessparkling blue-white depths.18.The mountain towers over that part of Eighth Avenue like some splendid, immense office building.19.The top of the mountain vanishes into the clouds, or on cloudless days, into the sun.20.I unstuck the righthand plumber's friend leaving the lefthand one in place.21.Then I stretched out and reattached the righthand one a little higher up, after which I inched my legs into new positions.22。
国外英文文学系列 老汉伦克朗
国外英文文学系列老汉伦克朗从前有个国王，他有一个女儿。
他下令造了一座玻璃山，并宣布："谁能走过此山而不跌倒，我就把女儿嫁给谁。
"有个年轻人爱慕公主，他去问国王是否能娶他的女儿。
"噢，当然可以，只要你能走过此山，你就可以娶她。
"国王答道。
公主说她会跟着他一起去翻山，如果他要摔倒她也可以扶他一把，于是他们一同跑去了。
到了半山腰，公主脚一滑，掉了下去，玻璃山裂开了，公主被关在了里面，此刻她的心上人看不见她到哪去了，因为山又随即合上了，便放声大哭，悲痛不已；国王也是心如刀绞，并叫人把山挖开，以为这样可以把公主救出来，可手下人谁也弄不清她是在什么地方失踪的。
公主掉得很深，最后落到了下面的一大洞中。
一个白胡子老头跑上来说，如果她肯做他的女仆并听他的吩咐，她就可以活命，否则她只有死路一条。
她没法子，只得按他的吩咐行事。
早上老头从袋子里掏出梯子，把它架在山上，顺着梯子爬上山顶，然后又把梯子收了起来。
公主必须给他做饭、铺被、做一切杂活。
老头回来时总是扛着一袋金银珠宝之类的东西。
公主就这样住在那儿，过了许多年，她的岁数渐渐大起来了，这白胡子老头就管她叫"曼丝萝大娘"，公主则管他叫"伦克朗老汉"。
有一次，伦克朗老汉去取乐，曼丝萝大娘叠了床洗好碗就匆匆把所有的门窗都关上了，只留一扇小窗透光。
这时，伦克朗老头回来了，边敲门边嚷嚷，"曼丝萝大娘，快给我开门。
""不开，"曼丝萝大娘答道，"伦克朗老汉，我不会给你开门的。
"于是他说："可怜的老汉伦克朗，站在十七条长腿上，腿儿站得又累又酸，快给我洗盘子，曼丝萝大娘。
"她说："你的盘子已洗好了。
"他又说："可怜的老汉伦克朗，站在十七条长腿上，腿儿站得又累又酸，快给我铺床，曼丝萝大娘。
"她说："你的床已铺好了。
[玻璃动物园]玻璃动物园中英对照
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[玻璃动物园]玻璃动物园中英对照玻璃动物园第一场温菲尔德家的那一套房间是在建筑物的后部。
这种建筑物，在挤满了下层中产阶级的城市中心，象疣子那样一个接一个生长出来；他们象巨大的蜂箱，其中是密密麻麻的蜂窝似的居住单位；这个现象表明，美国社会中这个最大的、基本上受奴役的阶层不由自主地力图避免流动和分化，力图作为一个并非有意识形成的混合体存在和起作用。
这套房间面对一条小巷，出入靠一架避火梯。
避火梯这名称叫人想起意外事故，带有一种充满诗意的现实色彩，因为所有这些巨大建筑物一直燃烧着人类的绝望这股永远熄灭不了的文火。
避火梯我们只看到一部分——这就是说，只看到扶梯的平台和从平台往下去的几蹬梯级。
场景是回忆中的场面，所以是非现实主义的。
回忆容许大量采用写诗的手法。
按照回忆到的那些事物的情感价值大小，有些细节被省略，其他的被夸张，因为回忆主要是盘踞在心中的。
所以内景相当模糊而且富于诗意。
幕启时，观众看到的是温菲尔德那套房间的黑魆魆、阴森森的后墙。
这幢建筑物两面各有一条黑暗，狭窄的小巷，两条小巷的两侧都是错综复杂的晾衣绳，垃圾箱和附近一带引起人不祥联想的那些避火梯的格子栏杆，好象小巷是在黑沉沉的峡谷中。
在汤姆的开场白即将结束的时候，黑沉沉的公寓墙慢慢地变得透明起来，显出在底层的温菲尔德家那套房间的内景。
最靠近观众的是起居室，也是劳拉的卧房；那张长沙发一展开，就是她的床。
起居室的后面，被一座宽阔的拱门，或被一座用透明的褪色的帷幕做成的第二堵拱形墙（或者被第二层幕）所隔开，是餐室。
起居室里，有一个老式的小摆设架，架上摆着许多透明的玻璃动物。
起居室墙上，拱道的左面，挂着父亲的一张放大了的相片。
这是一个非常漂亮的年轻人的脸像，戴着一顶第一次世界大战期间的步兵帽。
他俊俏地微笑着，不由自主地微笑着，好象在说："我会永远微笑的。
"墙上，相片的附近还挂着一张打字机键盘图和一张格雷格速记图表。
在那两张图的下面，一张小桌子上摆着一架立式打字机。
The Glass Mountain
The Glass Mountain（A tale）Once upon a time there was a Glass Mountain at the top of which stood a castle made of pure gold, and in front of the castle there grew an apple-tree on which there were golden apples.Anyone who picked an apple gained admittance into the golden castle, and there in a silver room sat an enchanted Princess of surpassing fairness and beauty. She was as rich too as she was beautiful, for the cellars of the castle were full of precious stones, and great chests of the finest gold stood round the walls of all the rooms.Many knights had come from afar to try their luck, but it was in vain they attempted to climb the mountain. In spite of having their horses shod with sharp nails, no one managed to get more than half-way up, and then they all fell back right down to the bottom of the steep slippery hill. Sometimes they broke an arm, sometimes a leg, and many a brave man had broken his neck even.The beautiful Princess sat at her window and watched the bold knights trying to reach her on their splendid horses. The sight of her always gave men fresh courage, and they flocked from the four quarters of the globe to attempt the work of rescuing her. But all in vain, and for seven years the Princess had sat now and waited for some one to scale the Glass Mountain.A heap of corpses both of riders and horses lay round the mountain, and many dying men lay groaning there unable to go any farther with their wounded limbs. The whole neighbourhood had the appearance of a vast churchyard. In three more days the seven years would be at an end, when a knight in golden armour and mounted on a spirited steed was seen making his way towards the fatal hill.Sticking his spurs into his horse he made a rush at the mountain, and got up half-way, then he calmly turned his horse's head and came down again without a slip or stumble. The following day he started in the same way; the horse trod on the glass as if it had been level earth, and sparks of fire flew from its hoofs. All the other knights gazed in astonishment, for he had almost gained the summit, and in another moment he would have reached the apple-tree; but of a sudden a huge eagle rose up and spread its mighty wings, hitting as it did so the knight's horse in the eye.The beast shied, opened its wide nostrils and tossed its mane, then rearing high up in the air, its hind feet slipped and it fell with its rider down the steep mountain side. Nothing was left of either of them except their bones, which rattled in the battered golden armour like dry peas in a pod.And now there was only one more day before the close of the seven years. Then there arrived on the scene a mere schoolboy--a merry, happy-hearted youth, but at the same time strong and well-grown. He saw how many knights had broken their necks in vain, but undaunted he approached the steep mountain on foot and began the ascent.For long he had heard his parents speak of the beautiful Princess who sat in the golden castle at the top of the Glass Mountain. He listened to all he heard, and determined that he too would try his luck. But first he went to the forest and caught a lynx, and cutting off the creature's sharp claws, he fastened them on to his own hands and feet.Armed with these weapons he boldly started up the Glass Mountain.The sun was nearly going down, and the youth had not got more than half-way up. He could hardly draw breath he was so worn out, and his mouth was parched by thirst. A huge black cloud passed over his head, but in vain did he beg and beseech her to let a drop of water fall on him. He opened his mouth, but the black cloud sailed past and not as much as a drop of dew moistened his dry lips.His feet were torn and bleeding, and he could only hold on now with his hands. Evening closed in, and he strained his eyes to see if he could behold the top of the mountain. Then he gazed beneath him, and what a sight met his eyes! A yawning abyss, with certain and terrible death at the bottom, reeking with half-decayed bodies of horses and riders! And this had been the end of all the other brave men who like himself had attempted the ascent.It was almost pitch dark now, and only the stars lit up the Glass Mountain. The poor boy still clung on as if glued to the glass by his blood-stained hands. He made no struggle to get higher, for all his strength had left him, and seeing no hope he calmly awaited death. Then all of a sudden he fell into a deep sleep, and forgetful of his dangerous position, he slumbered sweetly.But all the same, although he slept, he had stuck his sharp claws so firmly into the glass that he was quite safe not to fall.Now the golden apple-tree was guarded by the eagle which had overthrown the golden knight and his horse. Every night it flew round the Glass Mountain keeping a careful look-out, and no sooner had the moon emerged from the clouds than the bird rose up from the apple-tree, and circling round in the air, caught sight of the sleeping youth.Greedy for carrion, and sure that this must be a fresh corpse, the bird swooped down upon the boy. But he was awake now, and perceiving the eagle, he determined by its help to save himself. The eagle dug its sharp claws into the tender flesh of the youth, but he bore the pain without a sound, and seized the bird's two feet with his hands. The creature in terror lifted him high up into the air and began to circle round the tower of the castle. The youth held on bravely. He saw the glittering palace, which by the pale rays of the moon looked like a dim lamp; and he saw the high windows, and round one of them a balcony in which the beautiful Princess sat lost in sad thoughts. Then the boy saw that he was close to the apple-tree, and drawing a small knife from his belt, he cut off both the eagle's feet. The bird rose up in the air in its agony and vanished into the clouds, and the youth fell on to the broad branches of the apple-tree.Then he drew out the claws of the eagle's feet that had remained in his flesh, and put the peel of one of the golden apples on the wound, and in one moment it was healed and well again. He pulled several of the beautiful apples and put them in his pocket; then he entered the castle. The door was guarded by a great dragon, but as soon as he threw an apple at it, the beast vanished.At the same moment a gate opened, and the youth perceived a courtyard full of flowers and beautiful trees, and on a balcony sat the lovely enchanted Princess with her retinue.As soon as she saw the youth, she ran towards him and greeted him as her husband and master. She gave him all her treasures, and the youth became a rich and mighty ruler. But he never returned to the earth, for only the mighty eagle, who had been the guardian of the Princess and of the castle, could have carried on his wings the enormous treasure down to the world. But as the eagle had lost its feet it died, and its body was found in a wood on the Glass Mountain.. . . . . . .One day when the youth was strolling about in the palace garden with the Princess, his wife, he looked down over the edge of the Glass Mountain and saw to his astonishment a great number of people gathered there. He blew his silver whistle, and the swallow who acted as messenger in the golden castle flew past.'Fly down and ask what the matter is,' he said to the little bird, who sped off like lightning and soon returned saying:'The blood of the eagle has restored all the people below to life. All those who have perished on this mountain are awakening up to-day, as it were from a sleep, and are mounting their horses, and the whole population are gazing on this unheard-of wonder with joy and amazement.'(From the Polish. Kletke. )Homework: Analyze “The Glass Mountain” by Donald Barthelme.1）The American dream in the stories of glass mountain.2) How is the American dream broken in the modern story?The Glass MountainBy Donald Barthelme1. I was trying to climb the glass mountain.2. The glass mountain stands at the corner of Thirteenth Street and Eighth Avenue.3. I had attained the lower slope.4. People were looking up at me.5. I was new in the neighborhood.6. Nevertheless I had acquaintances.7. I had strapped climbing irons to my feet and each hand grasped sturdy plumber's friend.8. I was 200 feet up.9. The wind was bitter.10. My acquaintances had gathered at the bottom of the mountain to offer encouragement.11. "Shithead."12. "Asshole."13. Everyone in the city knows about the glass mountain.14. People who live here tell stories about it.15. It is pointed out to visitors.16. Touching the side of the mountain, one feels coolness.17. Peering into the mountain, one sees sparkling blue-white depths.18. The mountain towers over that part of Eighth Avenue like some splendid, immense office building.19. The top of the mountain vanishes into the clouds, or on cloudless days, into the sun.20. I unstuck the righthand plumber's friend leaving the lefthand one in place.21. Then I stretched out and reattached the righthand one a little higher up, after which I inched my legs into new positions.22. The gain was minimal, not an arm's length.23. My acquaintances continued to comment.24. "Dumb motherfucker."25. I was new in the neighborhood.26. In the streets were many people with disturbed eyes.27. Look for yourself.28. In the streets were hundreds of young people shooting up in doorways, behind parked cars.29. Older people walked dogs.30. The sidewalks were full of dogshit in brilliant colors: ocher, umber, Mars yellow, sienna, viridian, ivory black, rose madder.31. And someone had been apprehended cutting down trees, a row of elms broken-backed among the VWs and Valiants.32. Done with a power saw, beyond a doubt.33. I was new in the neighborhood yet I had accumulated acquaintances.34. My acquaintances passed a brown bottle from hand to hand.35. "Better than a kick in the crotch."36. "Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick."37. "Better than a slap in the belly with a wet fish."38. "Better than a thump on the back with a stone."39. "Won't he make a splash when he falls, now?"40. "I hope to be here to see it. Dip my handkerchief in the blood."41. "Fart-faced fool."42. I unstuck the lefthand plumber's friend leaving the righthand one in place.43. And reached out.44. To climb the glass mountain, one first requires a good reason.45. No one has ever climbed the mountain on behalf of science, or in search of celebrity, or because the mountain was a challenge.46. Those are not good reasons.47. But good reasons exist.48. At the top of the mountain there is a castle of pure gold, and in a room in the castle tower sits...49. My acquaintances were shouting at me.50. "Ten bucks you bust your ass in the next four minutes!"51. ...a beautiful enchanted symbol.52. I unstuck the righthand plumber's friend leaving the lefthand one in place.53. And reached out.54. It was cold there at 206 feet and when I looked down I was not encouraged.55. A heap of corpses both of horses and riders ringed the bottom of the mountain, many dying men groaning there.56. "A weakening of the libidinous interest in reality has recently come to a close." (Anton Ehrenzweig)157. A few questions thronged into my mind.58. Does one climb a glass mountain, at considerable personal discomfort, simply to disenchant a symbol?59. Do today's stronger egos still need symbols?60. I decided that the answer to these questions was "yes."61. Otherwise what was I doing there, 206 feet above the power-sawed elms, whose white meat I could see from my height?62. The best way to fail to climb the mountain is to be a knight in full armor--one whose horse's hoofs strike fiery sparks from the sides of the mountain.63. The following-named knights had failed to climb the mountain and were groaning in the heap: Sir Giles Guilford, Sir Henry Lovell, Sir Albert Denny, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Sir Patrick Grifford, Sir Gisbourne Gower, Sir Thomas Grey, Sir Peter Coleville, Sir John Blunt, Sir Richard Vernon, Sir Walter Willoughby, Sir Stephen Spear, Sir Roger Faulconbridge, Sir Clarence Vaughan, Sir Hubert Ratcliffe, Sir james Tyrrel, Sir Walter Herbert, Sir Robert Brakenbury, Sir Lionel Beaufort, and many others.264. My acquaintances moved among the fallen knights.65. My acquaintances moved among the fallen knights, collecting rings, wallets, pocket watches, ladies' favors.66. "Calm reigns in the country, thanks to the confident wisdom of everyone." (M. Pompidou)367. The golden castle is guarded by a lean-headed eagle with blazing rubies for eyes.68. I unstuck the lefthand plumber's friend, wondering if--69. My acquaintances were prising out the gold teeth of not-yet dead knights.70. In the streets were people concealing their calm behind a façade of vague dread.71. "The conventional symbol (such as the nightingale, often associated with melancholy), even though it is recognized only through agreement, is not a sign (like the traffic light) because, again, it presumably arouses deep feelings and is regarded as possessing properties beyond what the eye alone sees." (A Dictionary of Literary Terms)72. A number of nightingales with traffic lights tied to their legs flew past me.73. A knight in pale pink armor appeared above me.74. He sank, his armor making tiny shrieking sounds against the glass.75. He gave me a sideways glance as he passed me.76. He uttered the word "Muerte"4 as he passed me.77. I unstuck the righthand plumber's friend.78. My acquaintances were debating the question, which of them would get my apartment?79. I reviewed the conventional means of attaining the castle.80. The conventional means of attaining the castle are as follows: "The eagle dug its sharp claws into the tender flesh of the youth, but he bore the pain without a sound, and seized the bird's two feet with his hands. The creature in terror lifted him high up into the air and began to circle the castle. The youth held on bravely. He saw the glittering palace, which by the pale rays of the moon looked like a dim lamp; and he saw the windows and balconies of the castle tower. Drawing a small knife from his belt, he cut off both the eagle's feet. The bird rose up in the air with a yelp, and the youth dropped lightly onto a broad balcony. At the same moment a door opened, and he saw a courtyard filled with flowers and trees, and there, the beautiful enchanted princess." (The Yellow Fairy Book)581. I was afraid.82. I had forgotten the Bandaids.83. When the eagle dug its sharp claws into my tender flesh--84. Should I go back for the Bandaids?85. But if I went back for the Bandaids I would have to endure the contempt of my acquaintances.86. I resolved to proceed without the Bandaids.87. "In some centuries, his [man'sl imagination has made life an intense practice of all the lovelier energies." (John Masefield)688. The eagle dug its sharp claws into my tender flesh.89. But I bore the pain without a sound, and seized the bird's two feet with my hands.90. The plumber's friends remained in place, standing at right angles to the side of the mountain.91. The creature in terror lifted me high in the air and began to circle the castle.92. I held on bravely.93. I saw the glittering palace, which by the pale rays of the moon looked like a dim lamp; and I saw the windows and balconies of the castle tower.94. Drawing a small knife from my belt, I cut off both the eagle's feet.95. The bird rose up in the air with a yelp, and I dropped lightly onto a broad balcony.96. At the same moment a door opened, and I saw a courtyard filled with flowers and trees, and there, the beautiful enchanted symbol.97. I approached the symbol, with its layers of meaning, but when I touched it, it changed into only a beautiful princess.98. I threw the beautiful princess headfirst down the mountain to my acquaintances.99. Who could be relied upon to deal with her.100. Nor are eagles plausible, not at all, not for a moment.1 A (probably) spurious quotation by a (probably) fictitious person.2 Names chosen or invented at random to represent English knighthood.3 Former President of France. The quotation is probably spurious.4 "Death."5 One of a series of fairy tale collections edited by Andrew Lang.6 Traditional English poet (1878-1967); he became Poet Laureate of England in 1930.。
诺丁山中英对白区分
that my wife and I bought together before she left me for a man... who looked exactly like Harrison Ford... and where I lead a strange half-life with a lodger calledSpike! Hey, you coudn't help me with an incredibly important decision, could you? This is important in comparison to, let's say, whether they should cancel Third World debt? That's right. I am at last going out on a date with the great Janine, and I just wanna be sure I've picked the right T-shirt. #NAME? First there's this one. [ Growls ] Cool, huh? Yeah, it might make it hard to strike a really romantic note. Point taken. Don't despair. If it's romance we're looking for, I believe I have just the thing. Yeah, well, there again, she might not think you had true love on your mind. Right. Just one more. True love, here I come. Well, yeah. Yeah, that's-- that's, um, perfect. Great. Thanks. #NAME?
诺丁山影评中英文
Notting Hill诺丁山It may be a paradox to say that a film can sparkle slowly, yet that's the only way I can describe this charming romantic comedy. The star(dom)-crossed lovers don't know that they are Meant For Each Other ... yes, this is the standard RomCom setup. But the -way- they don't know? That is put across in a most British and deliberate pace and setting. And it makes the ending that we all know is coming gather color and charm.说一部电影可以慢慢的闪耀似乎是自相矛盾的，不过，这是我可以想到的唯一可以用来描述这部迷人的爱情喜剧的词语。
两个擦肩而过的爱人并不知道对方就是他们命中注定的另一半……是的，这就是RomCom首创的方式。
但是，他们知道用的是何种方式吗？那就是将故事设置在经典英国式的从容的节奏和环境中。
这使得结局如我们所知的变得五彩缤纷、迷人可爱。
"Notting Hill" takes over a third of its running time to show William (Hugh Grant) as he is immersed in his daily life, wanting to be supportive of his friends, yet searching for his own inner life. The five closest friends all show something he lacks: "happy" conformity, a loving marriage transcending obstacles, a sister who takes bold risks for finding love, and a roommate that sees through pretense and says so (and, yes, is delightfully vulgar).Notting Hill用了1/3的时间来表现William(由Hugh Grant饰演)的日常生活，他专注于想要对他的朋友们有所支持，而不寻求丰富他自己的精神生活。
只愿你被这世界温柔相待
如同阳光与蜡烛。
我自由地爱你，如同人们奔赴正义。
我纯洁地爱你，如同人们放弃表扬。
我爱你，用那将我陷入往昔痛苦的激情，
我爱你，用我童年的忠诚。
我爱你，我原以为哪种虔诚
早已随圣徒的消失而逝去。
我爱你，用我的呼吸，我的微笑，我的眼泪，我的整个生命来爱你！
Thy gowns,thy shoes,thy beds of roses,
Thy cap,thy kirtle,and thy posies
Soon bresk,soon wither,soon forgotten,
In folly ripe,in reaon rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
I love thou with the passion put to use
In my old grief,and with my childhood's faith.
I love thou with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,I love thee with the breath,
I Pass by in Silence
[英国]约翰·克莱尔John Clare
I Pass by in Silence
I talk to the birds as they sing i'the morn,
The larks and the sparrows that spring from the corn,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
5Three Peach StonesRonald Duncan原文及翻译
观察一个小孩,随便哪个小孩都行。您将看到,一天不通过,他没有找到一些或其他让他高兴,尽管他可能在泪水中接下来的时刻。再看看一个男人;我们中的任何一个人会做的。你将什么可以通过几周和几个月的每一天都是只不过相迎辞职,经历了以礼貌的冷漠。确实,大多数人都跟罪人一样苦恼难受,尽管他们太无聊罪也许他们的冷漠就是他们的罪孽。但它是真正的,他们偶尔笑了,我们会认不出他们的容貌,他们的脸会扭曲是它从我们认为理所当然的固定不变的面具。即使在笑的时候,大人也不会像小孩那样笑,因为一个孩子用眼睛微笑,而大人只用嘴唇。这实际上不是笑,只是咧咧嘴,一些和幽默感有点关系,但跟快乐无关。然后,人人都能发现,人到了一定地步(但谁可以定义,点?)当一个人变成了一个老人,然后他将再次微笑。
I asked him one day,soon after he'd retired to potter about his garden,what it was like to achieve all one's ambitions.He looked down at his roses and went ib watering them.Then he said "The only value in achieving one's ambition is that you then realize that they are not worth achieving".Quickly he moved the conversation on to a safe discussion on the weather.That was two years ago.
断背山
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN*断背山文/〔美国〕拉里#麦克默特里戴安娜#奥萨纳译/李二仕外景怀俄明州高速路夜晚(差不多天明了)1963年一辆运牲畜的卡车,车上并未载货,正独自行驶在西部荒原的高速路上。
*东方露出了黎明时第一道微弱的曙光。
在荒原的另一端,大约20英里开外,闪烁的灯光像落在大地上的星星般地在广袤漆黑的荒原上闪烁。
卡车轰鸣着继续前行。
内景怀俄明高速路卡车车厢夜晚时间同前此时天色微亮,但是大部分荒原仍被笼罩在漆黑的天色里,前面大约5英里处,西格纳尔镇的灯光显得更近了,也比较清楚了。
我们看不清司机,此时他鲁莽地让卡车疾驶。
我们看到了这位卡车的乘客:他就是恩尼斯#德尔马,大约20岁,无论是外貌、秉性还是举止都不怎么张扬外露,但是能让人很快察觉到)))他是那种因成绩不佳而辍学的高中生,是在艰难和穷困的环境下长大的农村孩子,所以他的言谈做派举止都显出粗糙和野性,而对于喜怒哀乐等人之常情也不溢于言表。
他那身褪色的牛仔衬衣已显得不合体,衬衣的袖子已经嫌短了,只好让袖口的扣子松开着。
恩尼斯直盯着前面镇子上的灯。
外景西格纳尔镇大街白天(稍后)随着一声急刹车,卡车停下来,停在了一家服务站的门前。
恩尼斯走下卡车,没有带行李箱,只**译自《断背山:从故事到剧本》(美国纽约斯克莱布诺,2005年10月)。
)))编者4世界电影W ORLD CINE MA是提着一个普通的大麻布袋,里面装着他的另一套衬衫和利维斯牌牛仔裤。
就在他的双脚刚刚跳到地面上的那一刹那,卡车再次开动,扬尘落到他的身上。
恩尼斯身材瘦高,他那身肌肉和柔韧的躯体,天生就是当牛仔和擅长打斗的料。
这会儿他舒展了一下身体。
西格纳尔镇街上空无一人。
过了一会儿,恩尼斯提起那麻布袋,向前走去。
外景西格纳尔镇拖车白天阳光洒满大地,但时间仍是清晨。
微风轻拂,吹出一些响动。
恩尼斯靠在一个邋遢的拖车式的房子旁边,门上有一块弧形的标牌,上面写着:农牧场雇用处。
他抽着烟,等着。
A Cinderella Story 灰姑娘的玻璃手机
A Cinderella Story 灰姑娘的玻璃手机1Once upon a time, in a taraway kingdom, lived a beautitul little girl...2...and her widowed tather.3It's beautiful.4Okay. It wasn't that long ago. And it wasn't really a taraway kingdom.5It was the San Fernando Valley. It looked taraway...6...because you barely see it through the smog.7But to me, growing up, the Valley was my kingdom.8I was my dad's best triend. And he was mine.9Being raised by a man put me behind in the makeup and tashion departments.10But I never telt like I missed out on anything.11I was the luckiest girl in the world.12My dad owned the coolest diner. I loved hanging out there.13Diet was a tour-letter word here...14...and grease came at no additional charge.15At Hal's, everyone telt like tamily.16Oh, yeah, I have drinks.17Happy birthday!18Make a wish, princess.19What did I need a wish tor?I had amazing triends and the coolest dad.20But I guess my dad thought I neededone more thing: Fiona.21I am so sorry.22You look beautiful, Fiona.23Hey, Hal!24Along with my new stepmother came her twin daughters, Brianna and Gabriella.25My out-ot-step-sisters.26But as long as my dad was happy, so was I. We were going to be one big, happy tamily.27Cheese.28One's enough.29Untortunately, this was no tairy tale.30"He took her hand, and he kissed it.31Then he swooped her up ontohis horse.32And the beautiful princess and the handsome prince rode off to his castle...33...where they lived happily ever after. "34Do fairy tales come true, Dad?35Well, no. But dreams come true.36- Do you have a dream?- Yeah.37My dream is that you'll grow upand go to college...38...and then maybe someday you'll build your own castle.39Where do princesses go to college?40They go...41...where the princes go.42They go to Princeton.43But, Sam, you know, fairy tales aren't just about finding handsome princes.44They're about fulfilling your dreams...45...and about standing up for whatyou believe in.46As I always say, never let thefear of striking out-47- Keep you from playing the game.- Right.48Just remember, if you look carefully, this book contains important things...49...that you may need to knowlater in life.50- Earthquake.- My kingdom crumbled...51...during the Northridge earthquake.52Help! Help!53- Don't go.- I'll be right back.54I lost my best triend that day.55From then on, the only tairy talesin my lite...56...were the ones I read about in books.57Since my tather didn't leave a will,my stepmother got everything.58The house, the diner,and to her dismay, me.59Sam.60Sammy.61Sam!62It's breaktast time.63So bring me my breaktast.64Sam!65Careful, ladies. look for the eyes. One, two, three, bicycle.66And feint. Magpie, magpie, magpie. Flap and flap and flap. Mary lou Retton!67Palm tree and palm tree.lady liberty. lady liberty.68Around the harbor. Around the harbor. Circle line tour.69And hurricane.70Can you believe how extraordinarily gifted my girls are?71Absolutely unbelievable. Really.72- Sam!- Find each other. look in the eyes.73- I'm coming.- One, two, three and four...74...and right, left, up and down.75Is this the Norwegian salmon I asked for?I need my omega-3s.76Only the best.77I can tell.78You know, it costs a fortune to flythat stuff in from Norwegia.79And push it, ladies. Push it, ladies.Push it, ladies.80Ready? Okay.81- Gross. Mom!- I have a spastic colon.82Well, you have a spastic brain.83- Stop. Stop hitting her. Stop.- You bit me.84What are you doing just standing there? Get to work.85I can't go to work now.I've got a big test I have to study for.86listen, Sam. People go to schoolto get smarter...87...so that they can get a job.88You already have a job.So it's like skipping a step.89Come on, get going.90And Flying Karamazov.91No, honey. leave those on.The lawn looks a little brown.93Fiona, we're supposed to be conserving water. We're in the middle of a drought.94Droughts are for poor people.95Do you think J.lo has a brown lawn?96People who use extra waterhave extra class.97You call that grade-A beef? Well, that cow must have cheated on his test.98Pickup.99Bobby, enough with the salmon.100You already made a salmon omelet, salmon soup and salmon pudding. Come on.101- Help me. Fiona wants to eat me.- That's nasty.102- Bite me, Rhonda. Bite me.- That's nasty.103- Eleanor, your order's up.- Coming. I got it.104105I'm okay.106- Chuck, how you doing?- Super.107That's good. So cheese omelet, extra bacon, crisp...108- ... blueberry muffin and a Coke.- Make it a Diet Coke.109I'm trying to watch my weight.110It ain't going nowhere.111Pick up these salmon waffles.112- Sam, why are you still here?- I'm almost done.113- You'll be late for school.- I'll get there.114- Fiona goes ballistic if I don't finish. - I don't care.115What I care about is your education.116She's got you getting upat the crack of dawn.117- Your dad would want you at school. - But-118No more "buts. " You just leave Fiona and her big butt to me.119- Thanks, Rhonda.- Get.120Hey, looking good, Mr. Farrell.121A man's best friend is his Mercedes, Sam.122I'll remember that.123Any- Anything is possibleif you just believe.124- Anything is possible if you just-- Audition today, son?125- Yeah, 5:00, all right? Tell Mom.- Knock them dead.126Dad. Now, do you see what I have to go to school in? No offense, Sam.127Honestly, don't you feel sorryfor me?128No, I feel sorry about the three carswe got you that you totaled.129Okay. All right.130- Carter, what are you wearing?- What-?131This is my Snoop Dizzle look.132I cannot drive you to school like that.133Sam, I am a Method actor, okay?This is part of my training.134I know, I know, I know. But look at this.135All right. Take two.136Buenos dias, Fighting Frogs.137Here's your daily drought reminderto conserve agua.138Cut your showers short.139Brownie points go out to Mr. Rothman, who hasn't had one in weeks.140Remember, today's your last chanceto get tickets......to the big Halloween homecoming dance.142You too can dress up like someoneyou're not, for a change.143- I mean, I-- I pledge allegiance to the flag...144...of the United States of America,and to the republic...145...tor which it stands, one nation-146Primo parking spot dead ahead.147- Okay, there's a spot. There's a spot.- Sam, watch out. Watch out.148Okay. You snooze, you lose!149Well, if it isn't Shelby Cummingsand her ladies in waiting.150- Shelby wants me so bad.- You've never even talked to her before.151Oh, I've talked to her. Okay?152In my mind. And let me tell you,in my mind, she wants me so bad.Carter, you could do so much better than Shelby Cummings. Even in your mind.154- There's another spot.- Got it.155Come on.156Austin.157People like Shelby and Austin...158...are genetically programmedto find each other.159How can so much ego bein one relationship?160- Imagine what they say about you.- They don't even know I exist.161Stalkerazzi at 3 o'clock.162The white zone is for cool people only. No geeks.163Hey, diner girl, can I get abreakfast burrito to go? Thank you.164And you thought they didn'tknow you exist.- That car's as old as that hat.- Right.166Move. Move. Move.167- Move. Move.- Hi.168Shelby. Hey, sister-friend.169Remind me why we tolerate them.170They gave you a Prada bagfor your birthday.171Try "Frada" bag. Totally fake.172Greetings. Samantha, you look absolutely stunning today, as per usual.173Thank you, Terry.174If you'll excuse me, I must get backto my galaxy now.175Zion, lieutenant Terry here. Hello?176Can you hear me? Captain?You're going in and out.177- Poor guy.- At least he's happy.178- Happy? Guy lives in another world.- I copy.179Sometimes fantasy is betterthan reality, Carter.180- Speaking of fantasy.- I'll see you later.181Yes, the secret admirer beckons.182Where have you been?We haven't talked in ages.183We talked this morning.184I can't stop thinking about you.185What's on your mind right now?186You first.187Well, I'm thinking that Protessor Rothman's dissected one too many trogs.188Ribet, ribet.189laugh out loud.190I wanna hear your laugh.When can we tinally meet?191Soon.192How's your day so tar?193Raging stepmom, work and cool kids who can't get over themselves.194- Ever teel like you don't belong?- Absolutely.195I can be surrounded by a seaot people and still teel all alone.196Then I think ot you.197Hey, Nomad, do you thinkwe've ever met?198I don't know. Our schoolhas over 3500 kids.199Well, that narrows it down.200Well, at least I can eliminate the guys.201You're not a guy, right? Because it you are, I'll kick your butt.202I am not a guy.203Have you told your dadabout Princeton yet?204It only I could. I haven't even told him I wanna be a writer.205My tather always encouraged meto pursue my dreams.206Not mine. He has another plantor my lite.207It's 2 a. m. We've been at thistor tive hours.208Well, I think we broke our record.209- We should turn in. Sweet dreams.- Wait.210I can't sleep without knowingthere's hope.211Halt the night I waste in sighs.212In a waketul doze I sorrow.213For the hand, the lips...214...the eyes.For the meeting ot tomorrow.216Quoting Tennyson. Impressive.217Please meet me at thehomecoming dance.218I'll be waiting tor you at 11:00in the middle ot the dance tloor.219Sweet dreams.220That was close.221- You're finally gonna be able to meet him. - I don't know. He's too good to be true.222Come on. It's been, like, a month since you met him in that Princeton chat room, okay?223- You talk to him all the time. You know him. - I know, but he doesn't know me.224What if I meet himand I'm not what he expects?225Maybe this whole relationship'sjust better for cyberspace.226listen, okay? You have to goto that dance, okay?This Nomad guy isn't gonna be in one place for long, all right?228- If it helps, I'll be your escort.- Really?229- Yeah.- You rock, Carter.230- Hello?- Sam.231Some little brat got into my salmonand ate it all.232I need more salmon.And pick up my dry cleaning.233And wash the Jag.234Fiona. One more pitch.235- Why do you act like her slave?- Simple. No Fiona, no money for Princeton.236- That sucks.- Tell me about it.237Hey, it's out of here.238Damn, a girl hit that.See, now that's impressive.239So, what are you and Shelby goingto the dance as?240I don't know if I'm going with Shelby.241You're not gonna go with Shelby? Who else you gonna go with?242I don't know. It's a mystery to me.243- Thank you.- You're welcome.244Okay, guys. Come on.A little bit further. Right there.245Thirty percent off for USC alumni.246looks good, my friend.Make sure you get these rims.247- Austin.- What's up?248What's with all those college brochures in your bedroom?249What are you doing in my room?250- I'm trying to keep my options open. - You don't need options.251It is all taken care of.252look, son, we've been working on this program since you were 9 years old.253You're gonna play USC football, graduate...254...and then you'll manage this business with me. Your future's set.255So don't mess with the plan. All right?256Wouldn't think of it.257There's another customer.Go make them happy.258Yes, sir, here's your car.259Well, you need a wax.260- Excuse me?- I meant the car.261Oh, fine.262- Austin.- Hi.263- We need our cars washed.- Yeah, look.264Dirt.265One second, ladies. All right.266Take this inside when you're done. Thank you very much.267Oh, my God, he is an angel.268- He's so cute.- I know.269So who'd you guys pay to make your cars so dirty?270Excuse me? like, what are you,the dirt police?271Yeah. The dirt police.272like, excuse me, miss, do you know how fast your dirt was going?273You should have stoppedwith the dirt police.274You should get going,because our mom's looking for you.275- Well, where is she?- She's at home, baking.276- You wanted to see me?- Yes.277Oh, my- Did you finish your errands?278Because I need you to head to the diner and take the night shift.279Tonight's my night off and it'sthe Halloween dance at school, so-280I know, but you need to stop being soself-centered and start thinking of others.281Others need you to go to the dinerand mop the floors tonight.282But I really need to go to this dance, Fiona. I have to.283You need to earn your tuition moneyfor college.284You gotta bus a lot of tables.285I'm a straight-A student. I work seven days a week and I'm taking extra AP classes.286I never asked you for anything.Please let me go to this dance.287Sweetheart, now that you'reold enough...288...there's something I've always wanted to tell you, and I think you're ready to hear it.289You're not very pretty,and you're not very bright.290I'm so glad we had that talk.291- Man, you-- Scoot over, bro.292- See if we can get a bigger table.- Move over.293You're in my way.294It must be Halloween. look what justflew in. The wicked witch of the Valley.295I'm gonna be picking up Gabriellaand Brianna at the Halloween dance.296- I'll be back by 12 sharp.- Okay.297Still got room in there, huh?298Well, if it isn't little Betty Crockerfrom the 'hood.299Don't you have something to do,like cleaning toilets?300You know, I would, but I'm too busy running this place. But be my guest.301I'm sorry, I can't, because I just gota $ 150 manicure. Silver palm trees.302Keep it up, Fiona, and I'm gonna finda place to put my $6 pedicure.303Where are your skates?That's part of the uniform.304Fiona, if I wanted to look like a clown,I'd join the circus.305If you were part of my circus, I'd have you clean elephant butts with a Wet One.306- I don't think you realize that I could-- Fire me? Oh, please, go right ahead.307And let's see how many customersyou have left when you do.308I am a very appealing person.309Yeah, in your head.310- "I'm a very appealing person. "- "I'm a very appealing person. "311That woman can make a nun swear.312I'm graduating a year early so I canbe 3000 miles away in Princeton.313You could go to the University of Mars and it still wouldn't be far enough.314Honey, I'm desperate.315- Can you cover that back booth?- We're waiting.316- I don't think I can eat anything here. - But-317I have the feeling I won't be ableto get a Zone meal here.318- I already ate.- laxatives don't qualify as a food group.319- Surprised you didn't know that.- Stop it.320Well, if it isn't diner girl.321- What can I get you guys?- What can I get here that has no sugar...322- ... no carbs and is fat-free?- Water.323- Water? Feisty.- Was that supposed to be a joke?324It was funny.325- I'll have a Voss.- Excuse me?326- It's water. From Norway.- She's the worst.327- Sorry, we only have water from the Valley. - Oh, well, then I'll have an iced tea.328Make that two.And I'm still waiting...329- ... on that breakfast burrito, diner girl.- See you.330- Thank you.- She is so not getting a tip.331Shelby, we really need to talk. Privately.332Anything you say to me,you can say in front of my peeps.333Okay.334I wanna break up.335What?336That was harsh.337- Are you in love with somebody else?- I think so.338- No way.- What? Who, bro?339I don't know.340- But we can still be-- Don't say the word "friends. "341Fortunately for you, I'm gonna overlook this mental breakdown of yours.342look, just chill out. We're gonna go get ready for the dance, and I'll see you there.343- later.- late.344- That went well, bro.- No, she took it well.345Good looking out.346- later, diner girl.- Too late.347Don't worry about it.348You know, those kids remind meof why I used to fight in school.349Have no fear.350Zorro is here.351And he's got the keysto his dad's Mercedes.352You're going dressed as a bus girl?353- Carter, I'm not going.- What do you mean, you're not going?354- Okay, sorry. Sorry. What about cyberdude? - Cyberdude?355That the boy that's been sendingyou love notes?356They're not love notes. They're e-mails.357If a man is taking his time to write down his feelings for you, it's a love note.358You've got a secret admirer.359And he wants to meet her tonightat the dance.360- What are you still doing here?- I'm obeying orders.361- Sam, this is your true love.- Well, true love is gonna have to wait.362Oh, girl, please, save all that drama for the soap operas. You are going to that dance.363Go ahead, girlfriend.364I can't go. Fiona would kill me and then bring me back to clean up the mess.365She's gonna have togo through me to hurt you.366- Go, girlfriend. Do your thing.- Call me "girlfriend" one more time.367Okay, sorry.368Sam, your dad did not leave this earth wanting you to be unhappy.369It's time for you to find your own bliss,starting with this dance.370Sam, you need to listen to Rhonda.371You're always studying, always working. Take some time for yourself.372Yeah, why don't you go outand bust a move.373- Put your freak on.- Whatever it is you kids do these days.374You know what? You guys are right.I never do anything for myself.375- No, you don't.- True.376And I deserve to have some fun.377- That's right.- Yeah.378- I am gonna go to that dance.- Okay, great.379And I am gonna meet my true loveand I'm gonna dance all night.380- I can't go.- What?I don't have a costume.382- But you will. Are you coming, Zorro? - Yes, ma'am.383Vernon. Sam needs a costume.384No. No, Rhonda. I am closed.385Come on, I'll give you free breakfast for a week.386Make it a month.387There's gotta be something here.388There is this one.389Perfect.390No way.391Hey, you're killing me here.392Aloha.393No, no. I got something.394Bless you.Rhonda, this is hopeless.396Vernon, let me see that mask.397I don't have an outfitthat goes with that.398Yeah, but I do.399Rhonda, you sure do have a knack for taking something simple and making it beautiful.400Well, you ain't seen nothing yet.401I was saving this dress for mynext attempt down the aisle.402long story.403It's beautiful.404- Rhonda, I can't wear that.- Yes, you can. And you will.405That dress has been in that box so long,it deserves a night out.406let's go.407This is gonna look so good on you.Welcome, North Valley High School seniors to the Halloween homecoming dance.409Tonight, our panel of esteemed teacherswill use their years of higher education...410...to choose our homecomingprince and princess.411In true I.A. fashion,it's not about who you are.412It's about what you wear.Are you ready to crank it up? Yeah.413I cannot believe I put you in chargeof costumes.414I told you Siamese cats,not Siamese twins.415Are we having a catfight?416- Welcome, guys.- What up?417- Sorry about your costume getting lost.- It's all good.418No, it's not. We don't get to bethe Three Musketeers.419You get to be Prince Charmingand we're the two wimps in wigs.420Take the cape off already.You look amazing.421- I'm sorry, I'm just freaking out here.- listen, it's gonna be okay.422- Hurry up, it's almost 11.- Carter, wait.423Remember, I have to be backin the diner by 12, okay?424Okay, give me your cell phone.Come on, cell phone.425Okay. All right, I'm going to set the alarm for a quarter to 12, okay?426- Okay.- All right, there. Now, give me the cape.427Come on, it's time428Sam, what are they all staring at?429love her dress. Hate her.430Sam, don't worry, okay?431Any guy would have to be completely insane not to like you, all right?432I'm just gonna be standingright over here. Okay.433Do you know you're standing precisely in the middle of the dance floor?434Fate has brought us together right here at this anointed hour...435...under the shimmering disco ball.436Terry.437- Are you Nomad?- Nomad?438Indeed. I have traveled through time and space to find you.439Now join me in themating dance of Zion.440Terry, that's nice.441Hey, I know that girl from somewhere.442- I'm thirsty. I gotta get some punch- - Some libations for the fair maiden?443Your wish is my command.444I knew this was too good to be true.445Princeton Girl?446Austin Ames?447- You're Nomad?- Yeah, I guess my costume doesn't do...448- ... a very good job at hiding who I am. - No, I know exactly who you are.449I'm sorry. This was a really big mistake. I've gotta go.450Wait. Wait.451Wait. It's not a mistake.452- Don't you know who I am?- Of course I do. You're Princeton Girl.453You're the girl I've been waiting to meet.I know who you are.454What's your name?455Your sweet libations, my lady.456Mr. Anderson.457Austin Ames with my lady.A devastating blow.458A worthy opponent.459- What about your girlfriend?- It's over.460I guess you were expecting some guy who hangs out at Starbucks...461- ... and writes poetry.- Something like that.462Come on, you're Austin Ames.463You're football captainand student body president.464And closet poet?You can't be both guys.465- I'm not.- Then who are you?466On September 7th, I wrote you:467"I live in a world full of people pretending to be something they're not.468- But when I talk to you-"- "I'm the guy I wanna be. "469Give me a chance to be that guy.470Do you want to join mefor a stroll outside?471If you wanna be voted homecoming prince, you'd better stay inside.472I really don't care about becoming homecoming prince.473So, Princeton Girl, would you tell mewho you are if I guessed it right?474- Maybe.- Maybe?475- Well, how about we play 20 questions.- How about 10.476I'll take what I can get.477Okay, first question.478You do actually go toNorth Valley High School, right?479- Of course.- look, I'm just checking.480I mean, you never knowwith the Internet.481Okay, next question.482Were you disappointed when youfound out that I was Nomad?483- Be honest.- Surprisingly, no.484Did you vote for me forstudent body president?485- Surprisingly, yes.- Really?486Okay, I got it. Given the choice...487...would you rather have a rice cakeor a Big Mac?488- A Big Mac. But what does that matter? - Well, I like a girl with a hearty appetite.489And besides, you just eliminated about 50 percent of the girls in our class.490You'd think I'd remember those eyes.491You're so beautiful.492Next question.493What's up, girl?494- What are you supposed to be?- A Three Musketeer.495- You don't look like a candy bar.- Right.496look, now that youand Austin are toast...497...okay, why don't wehave our own little party.498- Back off, David.- Come on, Shelby. I know you like me.499- No. Stop it. No.- I know- I know it.500- No, stop it. Stop.- Come on.501The lady said, "Stop. "502- Oh, yeah?- Yeah.503- Give me that!- Oh, God.。
(完整版)电影《诺丁山》-经典对白
WILLIAM (V.O.)Of course, I've seen her films andalways thought she was, well,fabulous -- but, you know,million miles from the world I livein. Which is here -- Notting Hill-- my favourite bit of london.fabulous 英[fæbjuləs] adj.极为美好的There's the market on weekdays,selling every fruit and vegetableknown to man...The tattoo parlour -- with a guyoutside who got drunk and now can't remember why he chose 'I Love Ken'...tattoo 英[tæ”tu:] n.纹身，刺青parlour英[ˈpɑ:lə] n.营业室，接待室The racial hair-dressers- whereeveryone comes out looking like theCookie Monster, whether they want to or not... hair-dressers n.发型师Cookie Monster 饼干怪兽Then suddenly it's the weekend, andfrom break of day, hundreds of stallsappears out of nowhere, fillingPortobello Road right up to Notting Hill Gate.break of day 黎明时分out of nowhere不知打哪儿来，突然冒出来...nowhere 英[ˈnəuhwɛə]right up to 朝……径直走来And wherever you look thousands of people are buyingmillions of antiques, some genuine... and some not quite so genuine. antique 英[ænˈti:k] n.古玩And what's great is that lots offriends have ended up in this part ofLondon -- that's Tony, architectturned chef, who recently investedall the money he ever earned in a new restaurant...ended upSo this is where I spend my daysand years -- in this small village inthe middle of a city -- in a housewith a blue door that my wife and Ibought together... before she leftme for a man who looked like HarrisonFord, only even handsomer...and where i lead a strange half-life with a lodger called -- Spike! lodger 英[ˈlɔdʒə]答案补充我当然看过她的片子…而且一直认为她很出色不过她和我的家乡远隔重洋…我住在诺丁山…伦敦我最喜欢的地方平时集市上会贩卖各种为人熟知的果蔬醉醺醺的人从刺青店里出来…却记不起他为什么要刺上“我爱肯”前卫的发型师让每个从店里走出去的人看起来像是饼干怪兽不管他们是否喜欢到了周末，突如其来地数以百计的摊贩无处不在布满整个街道，一直排到诺丁山的大门眼中所见尽是购买古董的人有些是真品，也有些…只是赝品最棒的是有很多朋友也住在这个伦敦的小区里比如说东尼，由建筑师改行做了厨师最近用他的所有积蓄开了一家餐馆这就是我日复一日生活的地方…这个小小区有间蓝色门脸的房子…是我妻子和我一起买的，后来她跟别人走了…一个长得很像哈里森-福特的人我不同寻常的生活缘于一个房客，叫…Spike! 斯帕克威廉是一个旅游书店的老板，他的生意并不好，和妻子的关系也很糟糕。
蓝莓山歌曲英文版
蓝莓山歌曲英文版蓝莓山（Blueberry Hill）是一首著名的英文歌曲，由Fats Domino 演唱。
以下是蓝莓山歌曲的英文版歌词：I found my thrill on Blueberry HillOn Blueberry Hill when I found youThe moon stood still on Blueberry HillAnd lingered until my dreams came trueThe wind in the willow playedLove's sweet melodyAll of those vows we madeI've never been a blueberry sinceI've been singing the blues all dayLonging for you more and moreI'm sick of singing the bluesSince my baby's goneI found my thrill on Blueberry HillOn Blueberry Hill when I found youThe moon stood still on Blueberry HillAnd lingered until my dreams came trueI'm up on the hill but I feel so lowI'm missing my baby and I don't know whyI'm singing those love songs that we used to know I'm just singing the blues since she's been gone I found my thrill on Blueberry HillOn Blueberry Hill when I found youThe moon stood still on Blueberry HillAnd lingered until my dreams came trueI'm gonna live on Blueberry HillLose my mind on Blueberry HillSince you've been gone from Blueberry HillAll of my dreams have endedI'll never be blueberry againSince you've been gone from me nowI'm through with loveI'll never fall againSince my baby's gone。
jeannette walls《hang the moon》译本
jeannette walls《hang the moon》译本Jeannette Walls is the author of the book "The Glass Castle," which received critical acclaim and gained a large readership. Following the success of her memoir, Walls released her debut novel titled "The Silver Star." However, there seems to be some confusion in your question regarding a book called "Hang the Moon" by Jeannette Walls. As of my knowledge, there is no such book by that title written by Walls.Jeannette Walls是《玻璃城堡》的作者，这本书受到了评论界的高度赞扬并获得了广大读者的喜爱。
在她自传的成功之后，Walls出版了她的首部小说作品《银星》。
然而，在你的问题中出现了一本名为《挂月亮》的Jeannette Walls著作，根据我所知，Walls没有这样一本书。
If you have any further clarifications or if you meant to refer to another work by Jeannette Walls, please let me know so that I can provide you with the appropriate information.如果你有任何进一步的解释，或者你指的是Jeannette Walls的另一部作品，请告诉我，这样我就可以为你提供适当的信息。
The Wild Honey Suckle
The Wild Honey Suckleby Philip FreneauFair flower, that dost so comely grow,Hid in this silent,dull retreat,Untouched thy honeyed blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet:No roving foot shall crush thee here,No busy hand provoke a tear.By Nature's self in white arrayed,She bade thee shun the vulger eye,And planted here the guardian shade,And sent soft waters murmuring by;Thus quietly thy summer goes,Thy days declining to repose.Smit with those chams,that must decay,I grieve to see your future doom;They died--nor were those flowers more gay, The flowers that did in Eden bloom;Unpitying frosts,and Autumn's powerShall leave no vestige of this flower.From morning suns and evening dewsAt first thy little being came:If nothing once,you nothing lose,For when you die you are the same;The space between,is but an hour,The frail duration of flower. 野忍冬花菲利浦·弗瑞诺(黄杲炘译)美好的花呀，你长得：这么秀丽，却藏身在这僻静沉闷的地方——甜美的花儿开了却没人亲昵，招展的小小枝梢也没人观赏；没游来荡去的脚来把你踩碎，没东攀西摘的手来催你落泪。
(最新整理)TheGlassMountainbyDonaldBarthelme
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The Glass MountainDonald Barthelme1。
I was trying to climb the glass mountain。
2。
The glass mountain stands at the corner of Thirteenth Street and Eighth Avenue。
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I had attained the lower slope.4. People were looking up at me。
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I was new in the neighborhood。
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Nevertheless I had acquaintances。
7. I had strapped climbing irons to my feet and each hand grasped sturdy plumber’s friend。
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I was 200 feet up.9。
The wind was bitter.10. My acquaintances had gathered at the bottom of the mountain to offer encouragement。
11. "Shithead.”12. ”Asshole.”13. Everyone in the city knows about the glass mountain。
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玻璃山唐纳德·巴塞尔姆1.我正在努力攀登这座玻璃山。
2。
这座玻璃山耸立在十三道街与第八大街的交叉口。
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我快到半山腰了。
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人们抬头望着我。
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这一地段我新来乍到。
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不过我有些相识.7.我的脚捆着爬钉，一手抓住一只坚固的橡皮吸盘。
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我已经爬到200英尺的地方。
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风刺骨的冷。
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我的相识在山脚下聚成一堆给我鼓劲儿。
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"蠢驴"12."笨蛋"13.城里的每个人都知道玻璃山。
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住在这儿的人讲述它的故事。
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那是讲给观光客听的。
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摸摸山坡，你会觉得很凉。
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在山里瞧，你会看到深处蓝白相映闪闪发光。
18.这座山高高耸立在第八大街那一片，好象一东雄伟的，金碧辉煌的办公大楼。
19.山颠消失在云层里，无云的日子便消失在太阳里。
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我拔起右手的橡皮吸盘，左手原地不动。
21.随后我上串一点又在高处一点的地方吸住右手，接着把腿慢慢移到一个新的位置。
The Glass Mountain Donald Barthelme1. I was trying to climb the glass mountain.2. The glass mountain stands at the corner of Thirteenth Street and Eighth Avenue.3. I had attained the lower slope.4. People were looking up at me.5. I was new in the neighborhood.6. Nevertheless I had acquaintances.7. I had strapped climbing irons to my feet and each hand grasped sturdy plumber's friend.8. I was 200 feet up.9. The wind was bitter.10. My acquaintances had gathered at the bottom of the mountain to offer encouragement.11. "Shithead."12. "Asshole."13. Everyone in the city knows about the glass mountain.14. People who live here tell stories about it.15. It is pointed out to visitors.16. Touching the side of the mountain, one feels coolness.17. Peering into the mountain, one sees sparkling blue-white depths.18. The mountain towers over that part of Eighth Avenue like some splendid, immense office building.19. The top of the mountain vanishes into the clouds, or on cloudless days, into the sun.20. I unstuck the righthand plumber's friend leaving the lefthand one in place.21. Then I stretched out and reattached the righthand one a little higher up, after which I inched my legs into new positions.22。
推进极少，不到一只手臂的长度。
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我的相识继续说风凉话。
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“他妈的一个蠢货”25。
这一地段我新来乍到。
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街上很多人的神情骚动不安。
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你自己看吧。
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许许多多的年轻人在街上胡乱开枪，猫在门口，躲在车后。
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年纪大一点儿的人遛着狗。
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人行道上到处都是狗屎，泛着耀眼的色彩，赭色，红棕色，黄褐色，土黄色，青绿色骨黑，茜素玫瑰红。
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有人在砍树时被捕，一排谕树倾倒在那些大众牌和勇士牌轿车之间。
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无疑是用一把电动锯干的。
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这一地段我新来乍到，不过，已结交了一些人。
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一个棕色瓶子在我相识中间传递。
35“比胯部上踢一脚要好一些”36。
“比尖棍在眼睛上戳一下要好一些。
”37，“比一条湿淋淋的鱼猛地一下拍在肚皮上要好一些”38。
“比一块石头砰地一声击在背后要好一些”39，“他这会儿会不会扑通一下摔下来？”40“我盼望能在这儿看见，用他的血染我的手帕”41。
“不顶屁用的傻子”42。
我拔起左手的橡皮吸盘，右手原地不动。
22. The gain was minimal, not an arm's length.23. My acquaintances continued to comment.24. "Dumb motherfucker."25. I was new in the neighborhood.26. In the streets were many people with disturbed eyes.27. Look for yourself.28. In the streets were hundreds of young people shooting up in doorways, behind parked cars.29. Older people walked dogs.30. The sidewalks were full of dogshit in brilliant colors: ocher, umber, Mars yellow, sienna, viridian, ivory black, rose madder.31. And someone had been apprehended cutting down trees, a row of elms broken-backed among the VWs and Valiants.32. Done with a power saw, beyond a doubt.33. I was new in the neighborhood yet I had accumulated acquaintances.34. My acquaintances passed a brown bottle from hand to hand.35. "Better than a kick in the crotch."36. "Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick."37. "Better than a slap in the belly with a wet fish."38. "Better than a thump on the back with a stone."39. "Won't he make a splash when he falls, now?"40. "I hope to be here to see it. Dip my handkerchief in the blood."41. "Fart-faced fool."42. I unstuck the lefthand plumber's friend leaving the righthand one in place.43，然后上串一点。
44。
要攀登玻璃山，你首先得有一个好的理由。
45。
还没有为了科学的利益攀登这座山，或者为了扬名天下，或者为了向它挑战。
46。
这些都不是好的理由。
47。
但是，好的理由不是不存在。
48。
山颠之上有座纯金的城堡，城堡塔楼的一间房子里坐着。
49。
我的相识冲我大喊大叫。
50。
“赌十块钱，四分钟内你的屁股会摔个稀巴烂!" 51。
......一个中了魔法的美丽象征。
52。
我拔起右手橡皮吸盘，左手原地不动。
53。
然后上串一点。
54。
206英尺高的地方很冷，我往下看，没有得到鼓励。
55。
马和骑手的尸体围着山脚堆成一圈，许多垂死的人在那里哀号。
56。
一直衰退的对现实的欲念最近已告结束”(安东，爱伦兹威格语)57.有几个问题弄得我火烧火燎。
58。
一个人仅仅为了解除一个象征的魔法就忍受着种种相当大的苦处去攀登一座山？59。
今日更为坚强的自我依然需要象征吗？60。
对这些问题的回答我拿定主意说"是".61。
不然我在这里干什么，在远离电动剧剧断的榆树206英尺的高处，而且乳白色的断面清晰可见。
43. And reached out.44. To climb the glass mountain, one first requires a good reason.45. No one has ever climbed the mountain on behalf of science, or in search of celebrity, or because the mountain was a challenge.46. Those are not good reasons.47. But good reasons exist.48. At the top of the mountain there is a castle of pure gold, and in a room in the castle tower sits...49. My acquaintances were shouting at me.50. "Ten bucks you bust your ass in the next four minutes!"51. ...a beautiful enchanted symbol.52. I unstuck the righthand plumber's friend leaving the lefthand one in place.53. And reached out.54. It was cold there at 206 feet and when I looked down I was not encouraged.55. A heap of corpses both of horses and riders ringed the bottom of the mountain, many dying men groaning there. 56. "A weakening of the libidinous interest in reality has recently come to a close." (Anton Ehrenzweig)157. A few questions thronged into my mind.58. Does one climb a glass mountain, at considerable personal discomfort, simply to disenchant a symbol?59. Do today's stronger egos still need symbols?60. I decided that the answer to these questions was "yes."61. Otherwise what was I doing there, 206 feet above the power-sawed elms, whose white meat I could see from my height?62。