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Unit 1享受幽默——是什么使人开怀?[1]The joy of laughing at a funny story is universal, probably as old as language itself. But, what is it that makes a story or a joke funny?1 听了一个有趣的故事会发笑、很开心,古今中外都一样。
这一现象或许同语言本身一样悠久。
那么,到底是什么东西会使一个故事或笑话让人感到滑稽可笑的呢?[2] As one who has enjoyed humor since I first recognized it, I've made an attempt to explain and discuss humor with students in such diverse cultures as Latin America and China. I've done some serious thinking about funny stories. It has been a labor of love!2 我是第一次辨识出幽默便喜欢上它的人,因此我曾试图跟学生议论和探讨幽默。
这些学生文化差异很大,有来自拉丁美洲的,也有来自中国的。
我还认真地思考过一些滑稽有趣的故事。
这么做完全是出于自己的喜好。
[3]Why is it that several students in a class will fall out of their chairs laughing after I tella joke while the rest of the students look as if I've just read the weather report?[N]Obviously some people are more sensitive to humor than others. And, we recognize that some people tell jokes very well while others struggle to say something funny. We've all heard people say, "I like jokes, but I can't tell one well, and I can never remember them." Some people have a better sense of humor than others just as some people have more musical talent, mathematical talent, etc. than others. A truly funny person has a joke for every occasion, and when one is told, that triggers an entire string of jokes from that person's memory bank. A humorless person is not likely to be the most popular person in a group.It is reasonable to say that the truly humorous individual is not only well liked, but is often the focus of attention in any gathering.3 为什么听我讲完一个笑话后,班上有些学生会笑得前仰后合,而其他学生看上去就像刚听我读了天气预报一样呢?显然,有些人对幽默比别人更敏感。
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大学英语精读第四册课文翻译“你学学我,”她边握手边说道,“午餐顶多只吃一道菜。
”“我会做得更好,”我回敬道,“我今晚什么也不吃了。
”“幽默家!”她得意洋洋地大声说着,跳上了一辆马车。
“你是个十足的幽默家!”但是我终于报了仇。
我自认不是一个爱报复的人,但是竟连不朽的众神也被触怒而干预其事时,我怀着心满意足的心情目睹这个结局,想必也是可以原谅的了。
现今她的体重已达二十一英石(二百九十四磅)。
Unit 8 如果你能从中获得很多好处,你会选择住在地下吗?天气再也不会带来麻烦。
全年恒温。
人造光源使全世界的生活节奏保持一致。
地面上自然世界的生态将大幅改善。
虽然移居地下的前景对很多人来说并不具吸引力,艾萨克·阿西摩夫却对此十分热衷。
新洞穴艾萨克·阿西摩夫在冰河时代,人类当时面临较为寒冷的气温,常常在洞穴里安家。
他们发现在洞里生活要比在野外更舒适,更安全。
我们现今仍然住在被称作房子的洞穴里,目的还是为了舒适和安全。
事实上,没有人愿意露宿在星空下的野地里。
会不会有朝一日为了更加舒适和安全起见,我们把房屋建造在地下,建造在新的人造洞穴里呢?乍一想来,这一建议似乎并不可取。
说起地下,我们会产生许许多多不愉快的联想。
在神话和传说里,地下是魔鬼和亡灵的世界,它常常是人们死后遭受折磨的地方。
(这可能因为尸体总是埋在地下的缘故,而火山爆发又给人们一种印象,似乎地下充满着火与毒气,如同地狱一般。
)然而生活在地下也有其有利之处,设想将整座城市,乃至全人类搬入地下是有一定的道理的。
如果将地壳最表层一英里厚的地方筑满通道和建筑物,就像一个巨大的蚁冢,这会给人类带来各种好处。
首先,气候将变得无关紧要,因为它主要是大气层的一种现象。
雨、雪、霰、雾将不会给地下世界带来麻烦。
甚至气温的变化也局限于露天地表,而在地下则不存在这种变化。
不论白天黑夜,炎夏寒冬,地下世界的温度将保持平稳,近乎恒温。
如今,当我们的地表环境太冷时,则需要取暖,而太暖时,又需降温,耗费大量的能量。
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大学英语精读4close原文Unit 1When Dad told us about the delivery work it sound easy,just a piece of cake.The trouble was,we di dn’t take care to inquire just how much material was involved.Before long trucks seemed to be pul ling up outside our house all day long,leaving stacks of advertsing.It seemed we would have no ch ance of meeting the deadline.Then we had this mavelous idea.Hiring local kids to help would enab le us to get the job done on time.True,it would cut into our profits,but there was no alternative.Thi ngs seemed to be going well ,but then we had trouble over a pay claim .Our workers demanded fiv e dollars an hour,but fortunately for us they were ready to settle for less.As for us,when we finally settle our account we ended up earning less than the minimum wage for all our efforts.I guess we s hould have know better than to believe that big bucks come easy.Unit 2While it is often said that love makes the world go round,scientists take a less romantic view.To t hier minds,energy is the fundamental force at work.All animal life is demending on obtaining suffi cuent energy from food.Deer,like other wild animals,do htis through eating as much food as possib le in the summer,when food reserve are abandant.Any excess of energy over thier current needs is despoited in the body in the form of fat.Then when food become scarce in the winter,they can live off the fat.In addition,nature help them to survive the winter by slowing down thier metabolism,as sisting them to pull through the cold weather.However,when the winter is particularly harsh,deer may have to draw on the fat they have bulit up moreheavily.Under such conditions,only deer in g ood condition are able to survive to give brith to a new generationUnit 3In his essay George Orwell starts off by citing Bernard Shaw’s remark that people are more supers titious today than they were in the Middle Ages.They promptly accept the opinions of experts with out asking any questions themselves.Obviously Shaw exaggerates just in order to prove his point t hat we should not always fall back on the theories of well-known authorities.Rather,we should aim at finding out some things for ourselves.By way of illustration,Orwell outline arguments against t he Flat Earth and the Oval Earth theories,thus throwing light on the fact that much of our knowled ege actually rests on authority rather than on reasoning or on experiment.Finally,Orwell draws his conclusion that ours is acredulous age partly because we have such an exceptionally heavy burden of knowledge.Unit4The last time Lyz saw her husband was as he waved goodbye to her from the steps of their house. He was due to fly off on business later that day.Unluckily for him his flight was collided and he fo und himself having to take United Flight 93the following day.It was from on board that ill-fated fli ght that he telephoned with the news that hijackers had threatened to blow up the airfraft.Cursing his bad luck,he nonetheless realized that his fate was in the rear of.Hoping that the terrorists were bluff when they claimed to have a bomb,he and some other passengers decided to act.Without hun ging up,he set off with others to attack the hijackers.From the telephone came the sound of scream s.Then silence.Lzy still finds it hard to make sence of what happened that day,what lady behind th e terrorist’mission.All that she is certain of is how enormously proud she is of her husband how bl ess she was tohave been his wife.Unit 5Whether or not to tell the seriously ill abous their true condition has long been a dilemma for medi cal professionals.Many doctors believe that concealing the facts from those patients will benefit them psychologically and may help them recover.But new students show that contrary to this widesp read belief,the overwhelming majority of patients want to be told the truth,even in the case of grav e illnesses.If they are not,they feel betrayed and misled.As it is,lying make it difficult for patients t o make choice concerning thier own health.And keeping a dying patient in the dark prevents him f rom making decisions about the end of his life.Lying can also cause doctors to lose thier integrity and credibility and does harm to colleagues who are honest with thier patients.In the long run,lyin g hurts the entire medical profession.As a consequence of the current concerns,many hospitals hav e adopted patients’ bill of rights,but patients still need to be wary because the day of physicians de ceiving patients are certainly not over yet and may never be.Unit 6We all know that we need to”read between the line”of a text,but some people find writing between them just as helpful.For marking books can be useful tool at times.This is not true of all books,of course.It would clearly be wrong to scribble notes in a magnificent leather-bound first edition that has been preserved unmarked.Nor would writing on works we just dip into for light entertainment be appropriate.But with one’s own textbooks,marking may have a place.For reading is not just a passive transfer of information from the page to the eye.Reading is a much more active process,in which we need to think through and question what we read in order to integrate it into our existing knowledge.Setting down our ideas on the page as we read and underlining those points we find pa rticularly relevant can have a part to play here.So,next time you sit down to study,instead of letting you eyes just glide lazily over the page,reach for your pen!Unit 7While attending a play,the caught sight of a woman he had taken to luncheon twenty years before. At that time his first impression of her was that she was not very attactive,around forty years old a nd over-talkative.He had been too inexperienced to bring himself to turn down her request to meet at an extrenely expensive restaurant.She started their conversation by assuing him that she would e at only a trifle for lunch.But as she chatted away,she soon appeared to overlook her small appetite and kept on ordering more food.And she seemed to be inclined to order the most expensive food a nd drink,such as salmon not in season and champagne.In fact,the wicked woman order so much th at when author picked up the bill,he was starled to see that he had only just enough money to pay and tip the waiter a mean three francs.Even then the woman did not in the least realize that his mo dest salary was used up and it would be difficult for him to keep body and soul together for the res t month.But finally he has had his revenge:now she is quite overweight.And he, of course,no longe r fees inclined to say yes to a woman just because he is flattered by her attention.。
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Man has a blood tie with nature and nobody can live outside nature . Nature provides us with we need : the air we breathe ,the water we drink, and the food we eat.For quite a long time after man began to live in the (realm) of nature , he lived in fear of its destructive forces . he used to regard nature with its (elemental) forces as something hostile to him . and even the forest was something wild and frightening to him . very often ,he was unable to (obtain)the merest daily necessities though he worked together with others (stubbornly) and collectively with his imperfect tools , through his interaction with nature , man changed it gradually . he cut down forest , cultivated land , (transeferred) various species of plants and animals to different climatic conditions, changed the shape and climate of his environment and (transformed) pants and animals . he (subdued) and disciplined electricity and compelled it to serve the interests of society. Nonetheless , with the constant (expansion) of agriculture and industry , man has robbed nature of too much of its (irreplaceable) resources , polluted his own living environment and caused about 95% of the species that have existed over the past 600 million years to become (extinct) and still many others to be endangered . the previous (dynamic) balance between man and nature is on the (verge) of breaking down . man is now faced with the problem of how to stop , or at least to (moderate) the destructive effect of technology on nature .The crisis of the (ecologyical) situation has become a global problem . the solution to the problem depends on (rational) and wise organization both of production itself and care for mother nature . this can only be done by all humanity , rather than by individuals , enterprises or separate countries.3 According to craig Russell , when we make an initial effort in our personal quests for knowledge , we may not even know that a certain fild of learning exists . but , after we have done some reading ,we will get to know more about the ( ) .at the same time ,we may feel that all the reading ( ) more questions rather than answers them . we then realize how little we ( ) know and how much more we need to read and think and write . Russell suggests that we write after reading each time . his experience tells him that it is his writing that has led him to acquire a better ( ) of the topic he studies . people may think that only those who know and who are ( ) of themselves write . for Russell , however , it’s just the ( ),for writing doesn’t close things off ----it opens things up .To say that the more we know , the more we know we don’t know seems ( ) .according to Russell , modern physics tells us that ( ) itself is contradictory . the more closely scientists look into our ( ) reality , the more it slips away from . in a way , the more they learn , the less they know .Craig Russell believes that a proper understanding will inevitably lead us away from the force and ( ) of dogmatism and toward the flexibility and freedom of the ( ). Therefore , we must temper our pride in knowing with the ( ) of not knowing . the truth always exists there ,but , it is like the ( ) because we can never really grasp it , never hold it in our hands and truly know it . we can only , as William james said , “live today by what truth we can get today and be ready to call it ( ) tomorrow.”5 What dose success mean to you ? does it mean wealth , fame , power , or something else ? different people have different in life so they understand success in different ways . some people ( ) money their whole lives .to them, more money means more success . some people run after fame . with fame and ( ) , they can gain the admiration and love of many others . however , some people ( ) themselves to the well-being of society .Doubtlessly , money is something that can be used as a ( ) to those who have done valuable work . those who perform their work excellently should be paid ( ) . but success cannot be ( ) in monetary terms , nor in terms of the amount of power one may exercise over others . after all , money and power can ( ) people neither of happiness nor of respect from others .Fame , too , is a flawed measure of success . ( ) fame can bring great joy to those who have it for a time . but they are very likely to become the slaves of their ( ) because of the public’s demands .in addition , they will easily become the ( ) of everyone who disagrees with them and of the media as well .to be ( ) , if one is unable to fully enjoy life and ( ) , the short-lived success is nothing but ( ) Therefore , to achieve the right kind of success is vitally important . as long as one can combines his own material needs and spiritual satisfaction with those of the well-beings of society , he should be held in high ( )6 . Truth is a fact accept as true , for which proof exists .Truth is a great principle , without which beauty may fade and love may () . Those who uphold truth have a strong () of responsibility . those who hold firmly to truth are () to their duty and the people they serve .they () themselves to the well-being of others . with () to make a contribution to society ,they are ready to correct their own mistakes , If any . it can be said that they are men of moral integrity who never ask for () in return.Truth () upon us slowly but surely .in the long quest for truth , people have () precious knowledge and experience . However , truth also needs () just as plants need water , because many people are too () with petty and sometimes even mean concerns to respond to the great beauty of truth when it () or they frequently fail to appreciate truth when it is () .In short , truth is an invaluable asset to the whole of humanity . Stick to the truth and we will () a timeless pattern ,and earn the respect and esteem of others , () the world today above its present imperfections and place ourselves in the proud position of promoting the good of the humanity.7 We often hear people say ,”time is money .”But today many Americans have come to realize that the crazy pursuit of money is leaving them too little enjoy life .They are tired of working just for the () of life and are beginning to change their fast-paced lifestyles for a simple and () one, hoping to keep family , friends ,work and play all a piece .。
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下面是大学英语精读4课文原文,欢迎参考阅读!Unit1weatherHey, you guys! Don't forget Lingling's birthday next week.Right。
We're going to buy a gift for her. It's very cold, isn't it?Yes, it's cold.Toni, what are you going to do for the Spring Festival?We are going to England.Is it going to snow there?You must be joking. It wouldn't even be cold, it's just raining. It may also be windy. Betty, are you going to the United States?We haven't decided yet. We may go to Australia.That sounds great! What's the weather going there?I think it would be good. At that time, Australia was summer, so it could be very hot and sunny. What about you, Daming?We're going to Hongkong. It may be cool, but it may be very dry. When is the best time to go to the United States, Betty?It's not so cold... It's not too hot to go.Come on, or to go!What are you going to buy for Lingling?Wear warm things!Unit2When is the best time to visit your city or countryThe United States is a big country, so if you want to go thereand play, you must be careful in the choice of time and place. Maybe you want to walk around, so take a good map.It was a good time to go to New York and Washington, D.C., in May or October, when the weather was not very hot. There will be a lot of snow in winter.It was a good idea to play new England in September, and the weather began to cool and the trees began to change color. Maybe you have to take photos of the leaves of the fall, so taking your camera is a good idea.In Losangeles, California, four thousand miles away, the weather is good all year round. It's so nice to see the sun in December. With a swimsuit, you might want to swim in the sea.The northwest is not very cold, but there is a lot of rain, so you have to take an umbrella. It's very comfortable to go to Alaska in July and August. But at night, it may be cool so remember to wear warm. But the winter do not go there, because all day long is dark and cold.In the Texas and southeastern regions, there are frequent storms in summer and fall. Compared to many other places, there are often jiaoyangsihuo.So, when is the best time to go to the United States?M12 unit1You have to wait a moment and open it laterDon't talk to everyone. She's here! Happy birthday, Lingling.Oh, you still remember it!We have a gift for you.Thank youYou can open it! Hurry up!Oh, no! I can't open it now. It will be a moment!Wait! In the United States, when someone gives you a gift,you have to open it immediately.No, you can't open the gift at once in China.And remember that when you pick up a gift, you have to connect it with your hands.Hands! In Britain we can use one hand!That's true。
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10Text A The TelephoneWhen I was growing up in Magdaluna, a small Lebanese village in the terraced, rocky mountains east of Sidon, time didn't mean much to anybody, except maybe to those who were dying. In those days, there was no real need for a calendar or a watch to keep track of the hours, days, mouths, and years. We knew what to do and when to do it, just as the Iraqi geese knew when to fly north, driven by the hot wind that blew in from the desert. The only timepiece we had need of then was the sun. It rose and set, and the seasons rolled by and we sowed seed and harvested and ate and played and married our cousins and had babies who got whooping cough and chickenpox—and those children who survived grew up and married their cousins and had babies who got whooping cough and chickenpox. We lived and loved and toiled and died without ever needing to know what year it was, or even the time of day.It wasn't that we had no system for keeping track of time and of the important events in our lives. But ours was a natural or, rather, a divine calendar, because it was framed by acts of God: earthquakes and droughts and floods and locusts and pestilences. Simple as our calendar was, it worked just fine for us.Take, for example, the birth date of Teta Im Khalil, the oldest woman in Magdaluna and all the surrounding villages. When I asked Grandma, "How old is Teta Im Khalil?"Grandma had to think for a moment; then she said, "I've been told that Teta was born shortly after the big snow that caused the roof on the mayor's house to cave in.""And when was that?" I asked."Oh, about the time we had the big earthquake that cracked the wall in the east room."Well, that was enough for me. Y ou couldn't be more accurate than that, now, could you?And that's the way it was in your little village for as far back as anybody could remember. One of the most unusual of the dates was when a whirlwind struck during which fish and oranges fell from the sky. Incredible as it may sound, the story of the fish and oranges was true, because men who would not lie even to save their own souls told and retold that story until it was incorporated into Magdaluna's calendar.The year of the fish-bearing whirlwind was not the last remarkable year. Many others followed in which strange and wonderful things happened. There was, for instance, the year of the drought, when the heavens were shut for months and the spring from which the entire village got its drinking water slowed to a trickle. The spring was about a mile from the village, in a ravine that opened at one end into a small, flat clearing covered with fine gray dust and hard, marble-sized goat droppings. In the year of the drought, that little clearing was always packed full of noisy kids with big brown eyes and sticky hands, and their mothers—sinewy, oberworked young womenwith cracked, brown heels. The children ran around playinh tag or hide-and-seek while the women taked, shooed flied, and awaited their turns to fill up their jars with drinking water to bring home to their napping men and wet babies. There were days when we had to wait from sunup until late afternoon just to fill a small clay jar with precious, cool water.Sometimes, amid the long wait and the heat and the flies and the smell of goat dung, tempers flared, and the young women, anxious about their babies, argued over whose turn it was to fill up her jar. And sometimes the arguments escalated into full-blown, knockdown-dragout fights; the women would grab each other by the hair and curse and scream and spit and call each other names that made my ears tingle. We little brown boys who went with our mothers to fetch water loved these fights, because we got to see the women’s legs and their colored panties as they grappled and rolled around in the dust. Once in a while, we got lucky and saw much more, because some of the women wore nothing at all under their long dresses. God, how I used to look forward to those fights. I remember the rush, the excitement, the sun dancing on the dust clouds as a dress ripped and a young white breast was revealed, then quickly hidden. In my calendar, that year of drought will always be one of the best years of my childhood.But, in another way, the year of the drought was also one of the worst of my life, because that was the year that Abu Raja, the retired cook, decided it was time Magdaluna got its own telephone. Every civilized village needed a telephone, he said, and Magdaluna was not going to get anywhere until it had one. A telephone would link us with the outside world. A few men —like the retired Turkish-army drill sergeant, and the vineyard keeper—did all they could to talk Abu Raja out of having a telephone brought to the village. But they were outshouted and ignored and finally shunned by the other villagers for resisting progress and trying to keep a good thing from coming to Magdaluna.One warm day in early fall, many of the villagers were out in their fields repairing walls or gathering wood for the winter when the shout went out that the telephone-company truck had arrived at Abu Raja’s dikkan, or country store. When the truck came into view, everybody dropped what they were doing and ran to Abu Raja’s house to see what was happening.It did not take long for the whole village to assemble at Abu Raja’s dikkan. Some of the rich villagers walked right into the store and stood at the elbows of the two important-looking men from the telephone company, who proceeded with utmost gravity, like priests at Communion, to wire up the telephone. The poorer villagers stood outside and listened carefully to the details relayed to them by the not-so-poor people who stood in the doorway and could see inside.“The bald man is cutting the blue wire, “someone said.“He is sticking the wire into the hole in the bottom of the black box,”someone else added.“The telephone man with the mustache is connecting to pieces of wire. Now he is twisting the ends together, ”a third voice chimed in.Because I was small, I wriggled my way through the dense forest of legs to get a firsthand look at the action. Breathless, I watched s the men in blue put together a black machine that supposedly would make it possible to talk with uncles, aunts, and cousins who lived more than two days’ride away.It was shortly after sunset when the man with the mustache announced that the telephone was ready to use. He explained that all Abu Raja had to do was lift the receiver, turn the crank on the black box a few times, and wait for an operator to take his call. Abu Raja grabbed the receiver and turned the crank forcefully. Within moments, he was talking with his brother in Beirut. He didn’t even have to raise his voice or shout to be heard.And the telephone, as it turned out, as bad news. With its coming, the face of the village began to charge. One of the first effects was the shifting of the village’s center. Before the telephone’s arrival, the men of the village used to gather regularly at the house of Im Kaleem, a short, middle-aged widow with jet-black hair and a raspy voice that could be hard all over the village, even when she was only whispering. She was a devout Catholic and also the village whore. The men met at her house to argue about politics and drink coffee and play cards or backgammon. Im Kaleem was not a true prostitute, however, because she did not charge for their services—not even for the coffee and tea that she served the men. She did not need the money; her son, who was overseas in Africa, send her money regularly. Im Kaleem loved all the men she entertained, and they loved her, every one of them .in a way, she was married to all the men in the village. Everybody knew it but nobody objected. Actually I suspect the women did not mind their husbands’visits to Im Kaleem. Oh, they wrung their hands and complained to one another about their men’s unfaithfulness, but secretly they were relieved, because Im Kaleem took some of the pressure off them and kept the men out of their hair while they attended to their endless chores. Im Kaleem was also a kind of confessor and troubleshooter, talking sense to those men who were having family problems, especially the younger ones.Before the telephone came to Magdaluna, Im Kaleems house was bustling at just about any time of day, especially at night, when the loud voices of the men talking, laughing, and arguing could be heard in the street below—a reassuring, homey sound. Her house was an island of comfort, an oasis for the weary village men, exhausted from having so little to do.But it wasn’t long before many of those men—younger ones especially —started spending more of their days and evenings at Abu Raja’s dikkan. There, they would eat and drink and talk and play checkers and backgammon, and then lean their chairs back against the wall—the signal that they were ready to toss back and forth, like a ball, the latest rumors going around the village. And they were always looking up from their games and drinks and talk t glance at the phone in the corner, as if expecting it to ring any minute and bring news that would change their lives and deliver them from their aimless existence. In the meantime, they smoked cheap, hand-rolled cigarettes, dug dirt out from under their fingernails with big pocketknives, and drank lukewarm sodas that they called Kacula, Seffen-Ub, and Bebsi.The telephone was also bad news for me personally. It took away my lucrative business—a sourceof much-needed income. Before, I used to hang around Im Kaleem’s courtyard and play marbles with the other kids, waiting for some man to call down from a window and ask me to run to the store for cigarettes or liquor, or to deliver a message to his wife, such as what he wanted for supper. There was always something in it for me: a ten- or even a twenty-five-piaster piece. On a good day, I ran nine or ten of those errands, which assured a steady supply of marbles that I usually lost to other boys. But as the days went by fewer and fewer men came to Im Kaleem’s, and more and more congregated at Abu Raja’s to wait by the telephone. In the evenings, the laughter and noise of the men trailed off and finally stopped.At Abu Raja’s dikkan, the calls did eventually come, as expected, and men and women started leaving the village the way a hailstorm begins: first one, then two, then bunches. The army took them.Jobs in the cities lured them. And ships and airplanes carried them to such faraway places as Australia and Brazil and New Zealand My friend Kameel, his cousin Habeeb, and their cousins and my cousins all went away to become ditch diggers and mechanics and butcher-shop boys and deli owners who wore dirty aprons sixteen hours a day, all looking for a better life than the one they had left behind. Within a year, only the sick, the old, and the maimed were left in the village. Magdaluna became a skeleton of its former self, desolate and forsaken, like the tombs, a place to get away from.Finally, the telephone took my family away, too. My father got a call from an old army buddy who told him that an oil company in southern Lebanon was hiring interpreters and instructors. My father applied for a job and got it, and we moved to Sidon, where I went to a Presbyterian missionary school and graduated in 1962. Three years later, having won a scholarship, I left Lebanon for the United States. Like the others who left Magdaluna before me, I am still looking for that better life.。
[实用参考]大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译
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男孩们很快就明白,如果事情看起来好得不像真的,那多半确实不是真的。
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现代大学英语精读第四册课文原文
Lesson 1Thinking as a HobbyWilliam GoldingWhile I was still a boy, I came to the conclusion that there were three grades of thinking;and thatI myself could not think at all.It was the headmaster of my grammar school who first brought the subject of thinkingbefore me.He had somestatuettes in his study. They stood on a high cupboard behind his desk. One was a lady wearing nothing but a bath towel. She seemed frozen in an eternal panic lest the bath towelslip down any farther, and since she had no arms, she was in an unfortunate position to pull the towel up again. Next to her, crouched the statuette of a leopard, ready to spring down at the top drawer of a filing cabinet. Beyond the leopard was a naked, muscular gentleman, who sat, looking down, with his chin on his fist and his elbow on his knee. He seemed utterly miserable.Some time later, I learned about these statuettes. The headmaster had placed them where they would face delinquent children, because they symbolized to him to whole of life. The naked ladywas the Venus. She was Love. She was not worried about the towel. She was just busy being beautiful. The leopard was Nature, and he was being natural. The naked, muscular gentleman was not miserable. He was Rodin's Thinker, an image of pure thought.I had better explain that I was a frequent visitor to the headmaster's study, because of the latest thing I had done or left undone. As we now say, I was not integrated. I was, if anything, disintegrated. Whenever Ifound myself in a penal position before the headmaster's desk, I would sink my head, and writhe one shoe over the other.The headmaster would look at me and say,"What are wegoing to do with you?"Well, what were they going to do with me? I would writhe my shoe some more and staredown atthe worn rug."Look up, boy! Can't you look up?"Then I would look at the cupboard, where the naked lady was frozen in her panic and themuscular gentleman contemplated the hindquarters of the leopard in endless gloom. I had nothing to say to the headmaster. His spectacles caught the light so that you could see nothing human behind them. There was no possibility of communication."Don't you ever think at all?"No, I didn't think, wasn't thinking, couldn't think - I was simply waiting in anguish for theinterview to stop."Then you'd better learn - hadn't you?"On one occasion the headmaster leaped to his feet, reached up and put Rodin's masterpiece onthe desk before me."That's what a man looks like when he's really thinking."Clearly there was something missing in me. Nature had endowed the rest of the human race witha sixth sense and left me out. But like someone born deaf, but bitterly determined to find outabout sound, I watched my teachers to find outabout thought.There was Mr. Houghton. He was always telling me to think. With a modest satisfaction, he would tell that he had thought a bit himself. Then why did he spend so much time drinking? Or was there more sense in drinking than there appeared to be? But if not, and if drinking were in fact ruinous to health - and Mr. Houghton was ruined, there was no doubt about that - why was he always talking about the clean life and the virtues of fresh air?Sometimes, exalted by his own oratory, he would leap from his desk and hustle usoutside into a hideous wind."Now, boys! Deep breaths! Feel it right down inside you - huge draughts of God's good air!"He would stand before us, put his hands on his waist and take a tremendous breath. You couldhear the wind trapped in his chest and struggling with all the unnatural impediments. His bodywould reel with shock and his face go white at the unaccustomed visitation. He would staggerback to his desk and collapse there, useless for the rest of the morning.Mr. Houghton was given to high-minded monologues about the good life, sexless and full of duty. Yet in the middle of one of these monologues, if a girl passed the window, his neck would turn of itself and he would watch her out of sight. In this instance, he seemed to me ruled not by thoughtbut by an invisible and irresistible spring in his nack.His neck was an object of great interest to me. Normally it bulged a bit over his collar.But Mr. Houghton had fought in the First World War alongside both Americans and French, and had cometo a settled detestation of both countries. If either country happened to be prominent in current affairs, no argument could make Mr. Houghton think well of it. He would bang the desk, his neck would bulge still further and go red. "You can say what you like," he would cry, "but I've thought about this - and I know what I think!"Mr. Houghton thought with his neck.This was my introduction to the nature of what is commonly called thought. Through them Idiscovered that thought is often full of unconscious prejudice, ignorance, and hypocrisy. It will lecture on disinterested purity while its neck is being remorselessly twisted toward a skirt. Technically, it is about as proficient as most businessmen's golf, as honest as most politician's intentions, or as coherent as most books that get written. It is what I came to call grade-three thinking, though more properly, it is feeling, rather than thought.True, often there is a kind of innocence in prejudices, but in those days I viewed grade-three thinking with contempt and mockery. I delighted to confront a pious lady who hated the Germans with the proposition that we should love our enemies. She taught me a great truth in dealing with grade-three thinkers; because of her, I no longer dismiss lightly a mental process which fornine-tenths of the population is the nearest they will ever get to thought. They have immense solidarity. We had better respect them, for we are outnumbered and surrounded. A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.Grade-two thinking is the detection of contradictions. Grade-two thinkers do not stampede easily, though often they fal linto the other fault and lag behind. Grade-two thinking is a withdrawal,with eyes and ears open. It destroys without having the power to create. It set me watching the crowds cheering His Majesty the King and asking myself what all the fuss was about, without giving me anything positive to put in the place of that heady patriotism. But there were compensations. To hear people justify their habit of hunting foxes by claiming that the foxes like it. To her our Prime Minister talk about the great benefit we conferred on India by jailing people like Nehru and Gandhi. To hear American politicians talk about peace and refuse to join the League of Nations. Yes, there were moments of delight.But I was growing toward adolescence and had to admit that Mr. Houghton was not the only one with an irresistible spring in his neck. I, too, felt the compulsive hand of nature and began to findthat pointing out contradiction could be costly as well as fun. There was Ruth, for example, a serious and attractive girl. I was an atheist at the time. And she was a Methodist. But, alas, instead of relying on the Holy Spirit to convert me, Ruth was foolish enough to open her pretty mouth in argument. She claimed that the Bible was literally inspired. I countered by saying thatthe Catholics believed in the literal inspiration of Saint Jerome's Vulgate, and the two books were different. Argument flagged.At last she remarked that there were an awful lot of Methodists and they couldn't bewrong, could they - not all those millions? That was too easy, said I restively (for the nearer you were to Ruth, the nicer she was to be near to) since there were more Roman Catholics than Methodists anyway; and they couldn't be wrong, could they - not all those hundreds of millions? An awfulflicker of doubt appeared in her eyes. I slid my arm round her waist and murmured that if wewere counting heads, the Buddhists were the boys for my money. She fled. The combination ofmy arm and those countless Buddhists was too much for her.That night her father visited my father and left, red-cheeked and indignant. I was given the thirddegree to find out what had happened. I lost Ruth and gained an undeserved reputation as a potential libertine.Grade-two thinking, though it filled life with fun and excitement, did not make for content. Tofind out the deficiencies of our elders satisfies the young ego but does not make for personal security. It took the swimmer some distance from the shore and left him there, out of his depth.A typical grade-two thinker will say, "What is truth?" There is still a higher grade of thought which says, "What is truth?" and sets out to find it.But these grade-one thinkers were few and far between. They did not visit my grammar school inthe flesh though they were there in books. I aspired to them, because I now saw my hobby as an unsatisfactory thing if it went no further. If you set out to climb a mountain, however high you climb, you have failed if you cannot reach the top.I therefore decided that I would be a grade-one thinker. I was irrelevant at the best of times. Political and religious systems, social customs, loyalties and traditions, they all came tumbling down like so many rotten apples off a tree. I came up in the end with what mustalways remainthe justification for grade-one thinking. I devised a coherent system for living. It was a moral system, which was wholly logical. Of course, as I readily admitted, conversion of the world to my way of thinking might be difficult, since my system did away with a number of trifles, such as big business, centralized government, armies, marriage...It was Ruth all over again. I had some very good friends who stood by me, and still do. But my acquaintances vanished, taking the girls with them. Young people seemed oddly contented withthe world as it was. A young navy officer got as red-necked as Mr. Houghton when I proposed a world without any battleships in it.Had the game gone too far? In those prewar days, I stood to lose a great deal, for the sake of a hobby.Now you are expecting me to describe how I saw the folly of my ways and came back to the warm nest, where prejudices are called loyalties, pointless actions are turned into customs by repetition, where we are content to say we think when all we do is feel.But you would be wrong. I dropped my hobby and turned professional.Lesson 2Waiting for the PoliceI wonder where Mr Wainwright's gone?' said Mrs Mayton.It didn't matter to her in the least where he had gone. All that mattered was that he paid his three guineas a week regularly for board and lodging. But life - and particularly evening life -wasnotoriously dull in her boarding-house, and every now and again one tried to whip up a little interest.`Did he go?' asked Monty Smith.It didn't matter to him, either, but he was as polite as he was pale, and he always did his best to keep any ball rolling.`I thought I heard the front door close,' answered Mrs Mayton. `Perhaps he went out to post a letter,' suggested Miss Wicks, without pausing in her knitting. She had knitted for seventy years,and looked good for another seventy.`Or perhaps it wasn't him at all,' added Bella Randall. Bella was the boarding-house lovely, but no one had taken advantage of the fact. `You mean, it might have been someone else?' inquired Mrs Mayton.`Yes,' agreed Bella.They all considered the alternative earnestly. Mr Calthrop, coming suddenly out of a middle-aged doze, joined in the thinking without any idea what he was thinking.`Perhaps it was Mr Penbury,' said Mrs Mayton, at last. `He's always popping in and out.'But it was not Mr Penbury, for that rather eccentric individual walked into the drawing-room a moment later.His arrival interrupted the conversation, and the company became silent. Penbury always had a chilling effect. He possessed a brain, and since no one understood it when he used it, it was resented. But Mrs Mayton never allowed more than three minutes to go by without a word; andso when the new silence had reached its allotted span, she turned to Penbury and asked:`Was that Mr Wainwnght who went out a little time ago?Penbury looked at her oddly.`What makes you ask that?' he said.`Well, I was just wondering.'`I see,' answered Penbury slowly. The atmosphere seemed to tighten, but Miss Wicks went on knitting. `And are you all wondering?'`We decided perhaps he'd gone out to post a letter,' murmured Bella.`No, Wainwright hasn't gone out to post a letter,' responded Penbury. `He's dead.'The effect was instantaneous. Bella gave a tiny shriek. Mrs Mayton's eyes became two startled glass marbles. Monty Smith opened his mouth and kept it open. Mr Calthrop, in a split second,lost all inclination to doze. Miss Wicks looked definitely interested, though she did not stop knitting. That meant nothing, however. She had promised to knit at her funeral.`Dead?' gasped Mr Calthrop.`Dead,' repeated Penbury. `He is lying on the floor of his room. He is rather a nasty mess.'Monty leapt up, and then sat down again. `You - don't mean . . . ?' he gulped.`That is exactly what I mean,' replied Penbury.There had been,countless silences in Mrs Mayton's drawing-room, but never a silence like this one. Miss Wicks broke it.`Shouldn't the police be sent for?' she suggested.`They already have,' said Penbury. `I phoned the station just before coming into the room.'`How long - that is - when do you expect . . . ?' stammered Monty.`The police? I should say in two or three minutes,' responded Penbury. His voice suddenly shed its cynicism and became practical. `Shall we try and make use of these two or three minutes? Weshall all be questioned, and perhaps we can clear up a little ground before they arrive.'Mr Calthrop looked angry.`But this is nothing to do with any of us, sir!' he exclaimed.`The police will not necessarily accept our word for it,' answered Penbury. `That is why I propose that we consider our alibis in advance. I am not a doctor, but I estimate from my brief examination of the body that it has not been dead more than an hour.Since it is now ten pastnine, and at twenty to eight we saw him leave the dining-room for his bedroom . . .'`How do you know he went to his bedroom?' interrupted Miss Wicks.`Because, having a headache, I followed him upstairs to go to mine for some aspirin, and my room is immediately opposite his,' Penbury explained. `Now, if my assumption is correct, he was killed between ten minutes past eight and ten minutes past nine, so anyone who can prove thathe or she has remained in this room during all that time should have no worry.'He looked around inquiringly.`We've all been out of the room,' Miss Wicks announced for the company.`That is unfortunate,' murmured Penbury.`But so have you!' exclaimed Monty, with nervous aggression.`Yes -so I have,' replied Penbury. `Then let me give my alibi first. At twenty minutes to eight I followed Wainwright up to the second floor. Before going into his room he made an odd remark which - in the circumstances -is worth repeating. "There's somebody in this house who doesn'tlike me very much," he said. "Only one?" I answered. "You're luckier than I am." Then he wentinto his room, and that was the last time I saw him alive. I went into my room. I took two aspirin tablets.Then as my head was still bad, I thought a stroll would be a good idea, and I went out. Ikept out till approximately - nine o'clock. Then I came back. The door you heard closing, Mrs Mayton, was not Wainwright going out. It was me coming in.'`Wait a moment!' ejaculated Bella.`Yes?'`How did you know Mrs Mayton heard the front door close? You weren't here!'Penbury regarded her with interest and respect.`Intelligent,' he murmured.`Now, then, don't take too long thinking of an answer!' glared Mr Calthrop.`I don't need any time at all to think of an answer,' retorted Penbury. `I know because I listened outside the door. But as I say, I came back. I went up to my room.' He paused. `On the floor Ifound a handkerchief. So I went into his room to ask if the handkerchief was his. I found him lyingon the ground near his bed. On his back. Head towards the window. Stabbed through the heart.But no sign of what he'd been stabbed with . . . It looks to me a small wound, but deep. It foundthe spot all right . . . The window was closed and fastened. Whoever did it entered through the door. I left the room and locked the door. I knew no one should go in again till the police andpolice doctor turned up.I came down. The telephone, as you know, is in the dining-room. Most inconvenient. It should be in the hall. Passing the door of this room,I listened, to hear what youall were talking about. Then I went into the dining-room and telephoned the police. And then Ijoined you.'Flushed and emotional, Mrs Mayton challenged him.`Why did you sit here for three minutes without telling us?' she demanded.`I was watching you,' answered Penbury, coolly.`Well, I call that a rotten alibi!' exclaimed Mr Calthrop. `Who's to prove you were out all that time?'`At half past eight I had a cup of coffee at the coffee-stall in Junkers Street,' replied Penbury. `That's over a mile away. It's not proof, I admit, but they know me there, you see, and it may help. Well, who's next?'`I am', said Bella. `I left the room to blow my nose. I went to my room for a handkerchief. Andhere it is!' she concluded, producing it triumphantly.`How long were you out of the room?' pressed Penbury.`Abour five minutes.'`A long time to get a handkerchief.'`Perhaps. But I not only blew my nose, I powdered it.'`That sounds good enough,' admitted Penbury. `Would you oblige next, Mr Calthrop? We all know you walk in your sleep. A week ago you walked into my room, didn't you. Have you lost a handkerchief?'Mr Calthrop glared.`What the devil are you implying?' he exclaimed.`Has Mr Calthrop dozed during the past hour?' pressed Penbury.`Suppose I have?' he cried. `What damned rubbish! Did I leave this room without knowing it, andkill Wainwright for -for no reason at all ?' He swallowed, and calmed down. `I left the room,sir,about twenty minutes ago to fetch the evening paper from the dining-room to do the crossword puzzle!' He tapped it viciously. `Here it is!'Penbury shrugged his shoulders.`I should be the last person to refute such an emphatic statement,' he said, `but let me suggestthat you give the statement to the police with slightly less emphasis, Mr Smith?'Monty Smith had followed the conversation anxiously, and he had his story ready.。
英语精读第四册翻译 close
一、翻译1) 比尔已是个成熟的小伙子,不再依赖父母替他做主。
Bill is a mature young man who is no longer dependent on his parents for decisions.2) 这个地区有大量肉类供应,但新鲜果蔬奇缺。
There are abundant supplies of meat in this region, but fresh fruit and vegetables are scarce.3) 工程师们依靠工人们的智慧发明了一种新的生产方法,使生产率得以提高。
Drawing on the wisdom of the workers, the engineers invented a new production method that led to increased productivity.4) 他花了许多时间准备数学考试,因此当他获知自己只得了个B时感到有点失望。
He spent a lot of time preparing for his math exam. Hence he was somewhat disappointed to learn that he got only a B.5) 我们有充裕的时间从从容容吃顿午饭。
We have ample time for a leisurely lunch.6) 地方政府不得不动用储备粮并采取其他紧急措施,以渡过粮食危机。
The local government had to draw on its grain reserves and take other emergency measures so as to pull through the food crisis.7) 证明或驳斥某个论点的最好办法之一是从亲身经历中举出例子。
One of the best ways to prove or refute a point is to cite examples from your own experience.8) 亨特说贝蒂老是夸大他的缺点,这话很可能会引起一场争吵。
College English (4-4) (New)大学英语精读第四册
Unit 4: Flight 93: What I Never Know(第93次航班:我所无法理解的事)Introductory RemarksSince Sept. 11, 2001, the story of the passengers who fought their hijackers on United Airlines Flight 93 has become a model account of good thwarting evil. No one will ever know exactly what happened on that plane. But the last-minute calls made by some of the passengers give us a more complete account of the struggle of these everyday people. Here is one of the stories of courage and heroism.United Airlines Flight 93United Airlines Flight 93 was a Boeing 757 –222 flight that regularly flew from Newark International airport to San Francisco International airport, continuing on to Narita International Airport in Tokyo, Japan, on a different aircraft. On September 11, 2001, the aircraft on the flight was one of the four planes hijacked as part of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks. It was the only one of the four planes that did not reach its intended target, instead crashing into the field in south Pennsylvania. It is believed that the pilot, flight attendants and some of the passengers fought back. The crash might have resulted from the hijackers either deliberately crashing the aircraft or losing control of it as they fought with the passengers. Prefacea series of + 名词的复数suicide:kill oneself e.g.: commit suicidehijack (v.)劫机hijacker劫机者take control of= control (vt.)airliner = plane = aircraft (注意:但指的是航空公司的班机)crash (vi.) 冲撞: The car crashed into the shop window.the Pentagon 美国国防部;五角大楼intend to do sth= plan to do sth = attempt to do sthtarget: goal; aim; purpose; objectiveapparently: obviously; clearlyFlight 93: What I Never KnowLines 1 – 20enormously: to a very extent / degree; greatly; very muche.g.:The girl found the sight of her face on the covers of magazines and newspapers enormously surprising.enormous (adj.): very large; immensee.g.: The sales show was an enormous success.miscarriage (n.) 小产;流产be precious to: The toy is precious to our baby.on two interviews 进行了两次面试lie around: spend one’s time lazily, doing nothing1)Mrs. White was very angry when she saw her son lying around smoking.2)I spent Sunday lying around the house, watching TV.due (adj.)(车船等)预定应到的,到期的1)When is the plane due at Shanghai?2)The check will be due (=mature/ expire) tomorrow.on business = go on a business tripe.g.: My husband has been to nearly every city of China on business.particularly: above all; very greatlytake care of = look after feed– fed – fedbathe (v.) = have / take a bathdress (vt.): put on clothes: weare.g.: Our 4 years old child can dress himself daily.make sure = be suretuck塞: Please tuck the books in that suitcase.wave: (of a person) move one’s hand to and fro or up and downe.g.: Mary leaned out the window and waved to her friends.flight航班get in: arrive We didn’t get in until 3 o’clock in the morning.screw it: (impolite) (used in the imperative to express one’s anger or irritation about sth or sb.) 让…见鬼去; 该死Compare: catch --- grab --- seize --- graspUnited Flight 93联合航空公司的第93次航班Lines 21 – 41Fumble (vi.): move the fingers or hands awkwardly in search of sth or in an attempt to do sth1)Jack fumbled at the bedtable for his glasses.2)Tom took out a cigarette and then fumbled in his coat pocket for a lighterfumble with:1)My old father is fumbling with his black tie.2)Grandpa fumbled with a huge set of keys and unlocked the gate.lid (壶等的)盖doughnut炸圈饼image:picture / sightpoke (v.): be visible coming (through a hole etc.); push sharply with a stick or one’s finger显现,露出; 戳1)You’ll poke someone in the eye with that umbrella if you are not careful!2)His elbow was poking out through his torn shirtsleeve.the tower’s silver skin这里指银色的外墙hold out递过take over: occupy headband束发带“only have good thoughts”只往好处想shake:tremble nauseate:cause to feel sick; vomit使作呕make it:be successful at sth1)It’s hard to make it to the top in IT business.2)She’s very ambitious, but I don’t think she’ll really make it.curse:swear (at)咒骂,诅咒e.g.: She cursed him for destroying her life.Lines 41 – 75Yeah: OkWh-word + ever = no matter + wh-word(引导让步状语从句时)如:Wherever you go, I will follow you. = No matter where you go, I will follow you.Note: 引导宾语从句时,不能改!如: I don’t understand whatever you do. 不能改成I don’t understand no matter what you do. Do I tell him?我是否该告诉他?blow (blew / blown) up:explode; be destroyed by an explosione.g.: The plane blew up in midair because of a fuel leak.scream: cry sharplyherd (n.): group e.g.: a herd of deer / sheep / cattleherd (v.): move or drive (a group of people or animals) in a specific directione.g.: There are many World War II stories of the Jews being herded on to trains headed for the death-camps.pilot: plane driver yell: cry loudly or violentlye.g.: Don’t yell at the boy in such a way.cockpit:(飞机上的)驾驶舱jolt (n.&v.):sudden bump or shake, jerk; (fig.) an emotional shock 震动, 震惊, 摇晃in the rear (of):at the back (of a vehicle, etc.)e.g.: The old lady was sitting in the rear of the church, praying to God.in sb’s hands: being dealt with or cared for by sb.e.g.: The future of our nation is in our (own) hands.take a vote:投票, 表决bluff: try to deceive (sb) by pretending to be stronger, braver, more in control or knowledgeable, etc. than one is虚张声势, 吓唬1)John seems to know a lot about music, but sometimes I think he’s only bluffing.2)Tom bluffed the doorman into thinking that he was a reporter, so the latter let him up intothe building.Lines 76 – 95“screams in the background”隐隐约约的尖叫声Compare:need to do / need to be done = need + 动名词e.g.:The room needs to be cleaned / cleaning.right (adv.) = just it = phonegag (v.): be unable to swallow and feel as if you are about to bring up food from your stomach; choke; put sth into the mouth to stop (sb) from speaking 作呕;噎住;塞住…的嘴使不能说话sink (n.):large basin in a kitchen, used especially for washing dishes, etc. (厨房中的)洗涤槽gagged over the sink在水槽上呕吐起来They’re doing it. 他们正干上了Compare: be bound to do = must do / be bound for = leave fore.g.: We are bound to liberate Taiwan.e.g.: The train is bound for Beijing.muffle (v.):make a sound or the sound of (sth) less easy to hear使声音低沉或轻微roller coaster过山车couch = sofadesert (vt.):抛弃;离弃;从…处丧失1)All my confidence deserted me when I walked into the exam room.2)He deserted his wife and child for another woman.collide (vi.) with: (of moving objects or people) strike violently against sth or each other (相互)冲撞e.g.: Yesterday two cars collided with each other here.Note:must + 完成式:表示过去一定做过的事e.g.: You must have seen the film.hang up the phone = stop using the phonee.g: Let me speak to my son before you hang up (the phone).give sb a hug= embrace sbdumbfound (vt.): make (sb) speechless with surprise; astonish使惊呆; 使吓得麻木dumbfounded(adj.):Father felt dumbfounded when his son had committed such a crime.manage to do =try one’s best to docan’t manage anything but to do (another thing) = can manage nothing but to do (another thing) 无法只能做成某事1)He needs the apartment for marriage. He can’t manage anything but to borrow money fromhis parents and friends.2)That lady can manage nothing but to declare divorce with her evil husband.sink in: (of words, etc.) be fully understood搞懂; 明白e.g.: Mrs. Johnson had to repeat her words several times before they finally sank in (= understood).I collapsed on the floor.我瘫倒在地上e.g.: The collapsed desk should be repaired immediately.Lines 96 – 118“searching for Jeremy”寻找杰里米Over the next months在接下的几个月里endurable = can be endured unendurable =cannot be enduredendure (vt.) = put up with ; bearCompare:endurable products /goods; unendurable products /goods --- perishable products /goodscrash site (=place / spot)hunger to do / for = be eager to do /for = want very much to doe.g.: How much Mary hungers for love!viewpoint = opinionNote: from one’s viewpoint (point of view); in one’s opinionmake sense (of) = understand (sth), esp. sth difficult or complicated1)I’ve read the article twice, but I can’t make any sense of it.2)When her mother and father separated, Libby was too young to make sense of what wasgoing on.principle原则; 原则性declare war on / against …: 向…宣战be jealous of:envy / be envious ofTo show how tough (=strong) they were?为了炫耀其强悍?overstep (vt.): go beyond the limits of 超越…的范围; 越轨e.g.: The government official is bound to be punished for his overstepping his power.tread (v.): set one’s foot down; walk or step (践)踏; 踩1)I kept treading on my boyfriend’s toes when we were dancing.2)His co-worker was jealous of his skills and popularity and so warned him not to tread onher territory at work.ancient sensibilities: It refers to age-old sensibilities such as religious sensibilities自古以来的理性/情感Now it’s gone如今一切全完了Jeremy always suspected he had a higher purpose: Jeremy always thought He was destined (注定) to perform a noble mission (崇高的使命) in life。
大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译
大学英语精读第三版第四册课文及课文翻译Unit 1TextTwo college-age boys, unaware that making money usually involves hard work, are tempted by an advertisement that promises them an easy way to earn a lot of money. The boys soon learn that if something seems to good to be true, it probably is.BIG BUCKS THE EASY W AYJohn G. Hubbell"You ought to look into this," I suggested to our two college-age sons. "It might be a way to avoid the indignity of having to ask for money all the time." I handed them some magazines in a plastic bag someone bad hung on our doorknob. A message printed on the bag offered leisurely, lucrative work ("Big Bucks the Easy Way!") of delivering more such bags."I don't mind the indignity," the older one answered."I can live with it," his brother agreed."But it pains me," I said,"to find that you both have been panhandling so long that it no longer embarrasses you."The boys said they would look into the magazine-delivery thing. Pleased, I left town on a business trip. By midnight I was comfortably settled in a hotel room far from home. The phone rang. It was my wife. She wanted to know how my day had gone."Great!" I enthused. "How was your day?" I inquired."Super!" She snapped. "Just super! And it's only getting started. Another truck just pulled up out front.""Another truck?""The third one this evening. The first delivered four thousand Montgomery Wards. The second brought four thousand Sears, Roebucks. I don't know what this one has, but I'm sure it will be four thousand of something. Since you are responsible, I thought you might like to know what's happening.What I was being blamed for, it turned out, was a newspaper strike which made it necessary to hand-deliver the advertising inserts that normally are included with the Sunday paper. The company had promised our boys $600 for delivering these inserts to 4,000 houses by Sunday morning."Piece of cake!" our older college son had shouted." Six hundred bucks!" His brother had echoed, "And we can do the job in two hours!""Both the Sears and Ward ads are four newspaper-size pages," my wife informed me. "There are thirty-two thousand pages of advertising on our porch. Even as we speak, two big guys are carrying armloads of paper up the walk. What do we do about all this?""Just tell the boys to get busy," I instructed. "They're college men. They'll do what they have to do."At noon the following day I returned to the hotel and found an urgent message to telephone my wife. Her voice was unnaturally high and quavering. There had been several more truckloads of ad inserts. "They're for department stores, dime stores, drugstores, grocery stores, auto stores and so on. Some are whole magazine sections. We have hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, of pages of advertising here! They are crammed wall-to-wall all through the house in stacks taller than your oldest son. There's only enough room for people to walk in, take one each of the eleveninserts, roll them together, slip a rubber band around them and slide them into a plastic bag. We have enough plastic bags to supply every takeout restaurant in America!" Her voice kept rising, as if working its way out of the range of the human ear. "All this must be delivered by seven o'clock Sunday morning.""Well, you had better get those guys banding and sliding as fast as they can, and I'll talk to you later. Got a lunch date.When I returned, there was another urgent call from my wife."Did you have a nice lunch?" she asked sweetly. I had had a marvelous steak, but knew better by now than to say so."Awful," I reported. "Some sort of sour fish. Eel, I think.""Good. Your college sons have hired their younger brothers and sisters and a couple of neighborhood children to help for five dollars each. Assembly lines have been set up. In the language of diplomacy, there is 'movement.'""That's encouraging.""No, it's not," she corrected. "It's very discouraging. They're been as it for hours. Plastic bags have been filled and piled to the ceiling, but all this hasn't made a dent, not a dent, in the situation! It's almost as if the inserts keep reproducing themselves!""Another thing," she continued. "Your college sons must learn that one does not get the best out of employees by threatening them with bodily harm.Obtaining an audience with son NO. 1, I snarled, "I'll kill you if threaten one of those kids again! Idiot! You should be offering a bonus of a dollar every hour to the worker who fills the most bags."But that would cut into our profit," he suggested."There won't be any profit unless those kids enable you to make all the deliveries on time. If they don't, you two will have to remove all that paper by yourselves. And there will be no eating or sleeping until it is removed."There was a short, thoughtful silence. Then he said, "Dad, you have just worked a profound change in my personality.""Do it!""Yes, sir!"By the following evening, there was much for my wife to report. The bonus program had worked until someone demanded to see the color of cash. Then some activist on the work force claimed that the workers had no business settling for $5 and a few competitive bonuses while the bossed collected hundreds of dollars each. The organizer had declared that all the workers were entitled to $5 per hour! They would not work another minute until the bosses agreed.The strike lasted less than two hours. In mediation, the parties agreed on $2 per hour. Gradually, the huge stacks began to shrink.As it turned out, the job was completed three hours before Sunday's 7 a.m. deadline. By the time I arrived home, the boys had already settled their accounts: $150 in labor costs, $40 for gasoline, and a like amountfor gifts—boxes of candy for saintly neighbors who had volunteered station wagons and help in delivery and dozen roses for their mother. This left them with $185 each — about two-thirds the minimum wage for the 91 hours they worked. Still, it was "enough", as one of them put it, to enable them to "avoid indignity" for quite a while.All went well for some weeks. Then one Saturday morning my attention was drawn to the odd goings-on of our two youngest sons. They kept carrying carton after carton from various corners of the house out the front door to curbside. I assumed their mother had enlisted them to remove junk for a trash pickup. Then I overheard them discussing finances."Geez, we're going to make a lot of money!""We're going to be rich!"Investigation revealed that they were offering " for sale or rent" our entire library."No! No!" I cried. "You can't sell our books!""Geez, Dad, we thought you were done with them!""You're never 'done' with books," I tried to explain."Sure you are. You read them, and you're done with them. That's it. Then you might as well make a little money from them. We wanted to avoid the indignity of having to ask you for……"一个大学男孩,不清楚赚钱需要付出艰苦的劳动,被一份许诺轻松赚大钱的广告吸引了。
大学英语精读文本第4册Unit 4
Unit 4TextJim Thorpe, an American Indian, is generally accepted as the greatest all-round athlete of the first half of the 20th century. Yet the man, who brought glory to his nation, had a heartbreaking life. What caused his sadness and poverty?JIM THORPESteve GelmanThe railroad station was jammed. Students from Lafayette College were crowding onto the train platform eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Carlisle Indian school's track and field squad. No one would have believed it a few months earlier. A school that nobody had heard of was suddenly beating big, famous colleges in track meets. Surely these Carlisle athletes would come charging off the train, one after another, like a Marine battalion.The train finally arrived and two young men — one big and broad, the other small and slight — stepped onto the platform."Where's the track team?" a Lafayette student asked."This is the team," replied the big fellow."Just the two of you?""Nope, just me," said the big fellow. "This little guy is the manager."The Lafayette students shook their heads in wonder. Somebody must be playing a joke on them. If this big fellow was the whole Carlisle track team, he would be competing against an entire Lafayette squad.He did. He ran sprints, he ran hurdles, he ran distance races. He high-jumped, he broad-jumped. He threw the javelin and the shot. Finishing first in eight events, the big fellow beat the whole Lafayette team.The big fellow was Jim Thorpe, the greatest American athlete of modern times. He was born on May 28,1888, in a two-room farmhouse near Prague, Oklahoma. His parents were members of the Sac and Fox Indian tribe and he was a direct descendant of the famous warrior chief, Black Hawk.As a Sac and Fox, Jim had the colorful Indian name Wa-Tho-Huck. Which, translated, means Bright Path. But being born an Indian, his path was not so bright. Although he had the opportunity to hunt and fish with great Indian outdoorsmen, he was denied opportunity in other ways. The United States government controlled the lives of American Indians and, unlike other people, Indians did not automatically become citizens. It was almost impossible for an Indian to gain even a fair education and extremely difficult, as a result, for an Indian to rise high in life.Young Bright Path seemed destined to spend his life in the Oklahoma farmland. But when he was in his teens, the government gave him the chance to attend the Carlisle Indian School in Pennsylvania. Soon Carlisle was racing along its own bright path to athletic prominence. In whatever sport Jim Thorpe played, he excelled, He was a star in baseball, track and field, wrestling, lacrosse, basketball and football. He was so good in football, in fact, that most other small schools refused to play Carlisle. The Indian school's football schedule soon listed such major powers of the early twentieth century as Pittsburgh, Harvard, Pennsylvania, Penn State and Army.Thorpe was a halfback. He was six feet one inch tall, weighed 185 pounds and had incredible speed and power. He built upon these natural gifts daily. He would watch a coach or player demonstrate a difficult maneuver, then he would try it himself. Inevitably, he would master the maneuver within minutes.During every game, opponents piled on Thorpe, trampled him, kicked him and punched him, trying to put him out of action. They were never successful. Years later someone asked him if he had ever been hurt on the field. "Hurt?" Thorpe said. "How could anyone get hurt playing football?"But Jim never played his best when he felt he would have to no fun playing. "What's the fun of playing in the rain?" he once said. And his Carlisle coach, Pop Warner, once said, "There's no doubt that Jim had more talent than anybody who ever played football, but you could never tell when he felt like giving his best."Football, though, did not provide Thorpe with his finest hour. He was selected for the United States Olympic track team in 1912, and went to Sweden with the team for the Games. On the ship, while the other athletes limbered up, Thorpe slept in his bunk. In Sweden, while other athletes trained, Thorpe relaxed in a hammock. He never strained when he didn't feel it necessary.Thorpe came out of his hammock when the Games began, to take part in the two most demanding Olympic events. He entered the pentathlon competition, a test of skill in five events: 200-meter run, 1500-meter run, broad jump, discus and javelin; and the decathlon competition, a series of ten events: 100-meter run, 400-meter run, 1500-meter run, high hurdles, broad jump, high jump, pole vault, discus, javelin and shot put. Though most athletes were utterly exhausted by the decathlon alone, Thorpe breezed through both events, his dark hair flopping, his smile flashing, his muscled body gliding along the track. He finished first in both the pentathlon and decathlon, one of the great feats in Olympic history."You sir," King Gustav V of Sweden told Thorpe as he presented him with two gold medals, "are the greatest athlete in the world." And William Howard Taft, the President of the United States, said, "Jim Thorpe is the highest type of citizen."King Gustav V was correct, but President Taft was not. Though Jim Thorpe had brought great glory to his nation, though thousands of people cheered him upon his return to the United States and attended banquets and a New York parade in his honor, he was not a citizen. He did not become one until 1916. Even then, it took a special government ruling because he was an Indian.Jim Thorpe was a hero after the Olympics and a sad, bewildered man not too much later. Someone discovered that two years before the Olympics he had been paid a few dollars to play semiprofessional baseball. Though many amateur athletes had played for pay under false names, Thorpe had used his own name. As a result, he was not technically an amateur when he competed at Stockholm as all Olympic athletes must be. His Olympic medals and trophies were taken away from him and given to the runners-up.After this heartbreaking experience, Thorpe turned to professional sports. He played major league baseball for six years and did fairly well. Then he played professional football for six years with spectacular success. His last professional football season was in 1926. After that, his youthful indifference to studies and his unwillingness to think of a nonsports career caught up with him. He had trouble finding a job, and his friends deserted him. He periodically asked for, but never was given back, his Olympic prizes. From 1926 until his death in 1953, he lived a poor, lonely, unhappy life.But in 1950 the Associated Press held a poll to determine the outstanding athlete of the half-century. Despite his loss of the Olympic gold medals and a sad decline in fortune during his later years, Thorpe was almost unanimously chosen the greatest athlete of modern times.New Wordsjamv. fill or block up (the way) by crowding; (cause to ) be packed, pressed, or crushed tightly into a small space 堵塞;(使)塞满platformn. a raised flat surface built along the side of the track at a railway station for travellers getting on or off a train 月台awaitvt. wait for; look forward totrackn. a course for running or racing; track-and-field sports, esp. those performed on a running track 跑道;径赛运动;田径运动fieldn. an area, esp. circled by a track where contests such as in jumping or throwing are held; the sports contested in this area 田赛场地;田赛运动squadn. a small group of persons working, training, or acting together; the smallest military unit, usually made up of eleven men and a squad leader 小队;班chargevi rush in or as if in an attack 向前冲;冲锋Marinen. a member of the U.S. Marine Corps (美国)海军陆战队士兵或军官battalionn. military unit made up of several companies 营broada. wide, large across 宽的,广阔的nopead. (AmE sl.) nocompetevi. take part in a race, contest, etc.' try to win sth. in competition with sb. else 比赛;竞争sprintn. short race; dash 短跑vi. run at one's fastest speed, esp. for a short distancehurdlen. a light frame for people or horses to jump over in a race 栏;跳栏broad(-) jumpn.& vi. (AmE) (do) a long jump 跳远javelinn. light spear for throwing (usu. in sport) 标枪shotn. the heavy metal ball used in the shot put 铅球triben. 部落descendantn. a person descended from another or from a common stock 子孙;后裔warriorn. a man who fights for his tribe; a soldier or experienced fighter 斗士,勇士;(老)战士colorfula. full of color; exciting the senses or imagination 艳丽的;丰富多彩的huntv. go after (wild animals) for food or sport; search (for) 追猎,打猎;搜寻outdoorsmann. a man, such as a hunter, fisherman, or camper, who spends much time outdoors for pleasuredenyvt. say that (sth.) is not true; refuse to give 否认;拒绝给予destinevt. (usu. passive) intend or decide by fate; intend for some special purpose 命中注定;预定farmlandn. land used or suitable for farming 农田teensn. the period of one's life between and including the ages of 13 and 19prominencen. the quality or fact of being prominent or distinguished 凹出;杰出prominent a.excelvi. be very good (in or at sth) 突出,超常wrestlingn. a sport or contest in which each of two opponents tries to throw or force the other to the ground 摔跤(运动)wrestle v.lacrossen. 长曲棍球(运动)footballn. 橄榄球(运动)powern. a person, group or nation that has authority or influence 握有大权的人物;有影响的机构;强国halfbackn. (橄榄球、足球等)前卫incrediblea. too extraordinary to be believed, unbelievable 难以置信的coachn. a person who trains sportsmen for games, competitions, etc. 教练demonstratevt. explain by carrying out experiments or by showing examples 用实验或实例说明;演示maneuvern. a skillful move or trick, intended to deceive, to gain sth., to escape, or to do sth. 机动动作;opponentn. a person who is on the other side in a fight, game, or discussion 对手;反对者tramplevt. step heavily with the feet on; crush under the feet 踩;践踏punchvt. strike (sb. or sth.) hard with the fist 用拳猛击Olympica. of or connected with the Olympic Gameslimberv. make or become flexible (使)变得柔软灵活bunkn. a narrow bed fixed on the wall, e.g. of a cabin in a ship or in a train 床铺,铺位hammockn. a hanging bed of canvas or rope network, e.g. as used by sailors, or in gardens (帆布或网状)吊床strainvi. make violent efforts; strive hard 尽力,使劲demandinga. making severe demands 要求高的;苛求的pentathlonn. an athletic contest in which each contestant takes part in five events 五项运动competitionn. competing; contest; matchdiscusn. a heavy, circular plate of rubber, plastic or wood with a metal rim 铁饼decathlonn. an athletic contest consisting of ten events 十项运动shot putn. a competition to throw a heavy metal ball the furthest distance 推铅球ad. completely; totallyutter a.breezevi. move or go quickly and in a carelessly confident way 轻快地行动flopvi. move or bounce loosely 扑动flashvi. give out sudden, brief light or flame; shine or gleam 闪光;闪烁glidevi. move in a smooth continuous manner which seems easy and without effort 滑动,滑行featn. an act showing great skill, strength, or daring; a remarkable deed, notable esp. for courage 武功;技艺;功绩gloryn. high fame and honour won by great achievements; sth. deserving respect and honour 光荣,荣誉;荣誉的事banquetn. a dinner for many people, at which speeches are made, in honour of a special person or occasion 宴会rulingn. an official decision 裁决Olympicn. Olympic Games 奥林匹克运动会professionala. done by, played by, or made up of people who are paid 职业的n. a person who lives on the money he earns by practising a particular skill or sport 以特定职业谋生的人amateurn. a person playing a game, taking part in sports, etc. without receiving payment 业余爱好者a. of, by, or with amateurs; not paid lacking skill 业余的technicallyad. in technical terms; in a technical sense; according to fixed rules 技术上;按规则trophyn. a prize given for winning a race, competition, or test of skill 奖品runner-upn. a player or team that comes second in a contest 亚军heartbreakinga. causing great sorrow or grief; extremely distressing 令人心碎的leaguen. a group of sports clubs or teams that play matches among themselves 联赛协会spectaculara. strikingly grand or unusual 壮观的;惊人的seasonn. the period of time during which a sport is played 赛季youthfula. young; having the qualities of young peopleindifferencen. absence of interest or feeling 不关心,冷漠indifferent a.periodicallyad. at regular intervals, every now and thenoutstandinga. much better than most others; very good 杰出的despiteprep. in spite ofdeclinen. losing of power, strength, wealth, or beauty; falling to a lower level 衰落;下降unanimouslya. with complete agreement; without a single opposing vote 一致地;无异议地区性Phrase & Expressionsthe sport or athletic events, such as running, jumping and weight throwing performed on a running track and on the adjacent field 田径运动play a joke on sb.do sth. to make other people laugh at someone 同某人开玩笑put……out of actionstop……working, make……unfit for a typical activity 使停止工作;使不再起作用;使失去战斗力limber upmake the muscles stretch easily by exercise, esp. before violent exercise (比赛等前)做准备活动take part inhave a share or part in; join in 参加breeze throughproceed with effortlessly in a carefree manner 轻而易举地完成in one's hono(u)r/in向……表示敬意;为庆祝……;为纪念……hono(u)r ofcatch up withhave the expected ill effect or result on 对……产生预期恶果Proper NamesThorpe索普Lafayette College拉斐德学院Carlisle Indian School卡尔印第安人学校Prague布拉格(文中指美国地名)Oklaboma俄国拉何马(美国州名)印第安人部落之一Black Hawk黑隼(印第安人首领名)pennsylvania宾夕法尼亚(美国州名)Pittsburgh匹兹堡(美国城市)Penn(short for) PennsylvaniaPop Warner波伯.沃纳Sweden瑞典Gustav V古斯塔夫五世William Howard Taft威谦.霍华德.塔夫脱Stockholm斯德哥尔摩(瑞典首都)the Associated Press联合通讯(简称美联社)(美国通讯社名)。
现代大学英语精读4(第二版)-部分课文及短语重点翻译
精读四 Unit 1 bang the door 猛然敲门 1. cheer His Majesty 向国王陛下欢呼 2. contemplate the statue 凝视那雕像 3. 发明一种新方法/设计 4.devise a new way gain a reputation 获得一种名声 5. inspire the people 鼓舞人民6. s head ’sink one 低下头 7. 代表国家/象征8.symbolize the nation s hands ’warm one 暖和双手 9. s health ’ruin one 毁了某人的健康 10. play an important role/part in 扮演重要的角色 11. 解决这个问题 12. settle the issue the eternal truth 永恒的真理 1. a filing cabinet 档案柜 2. utter nonsense 无稽之谈 3. delinquent behavior 有违法倾向的行为 4.常客 5.a frequent visitor fresh air 新鲜空气 6. high-minded monologue 格调很高的独白 7. a settled view 一个固定的观点 8. a speech impediment 语言障碍 9.可怕的风10.a hideous wind heady patriotism 使人兴奋的爱国热情11. the remorseless invaders 无情的入侵者 12. the Prime Minister 首相 13.a mental process 思维过程 14.国际联盟 15.the League of Nations a coherent article 一篇有条理的文章 16. a proficient interpreter 一位口译好手 17. an irresistible trend 一个不可避免的趋势 18. rotten apples 腐烂的苹果 19.点头之交 20.a nodding acquaintance (前五)他因收受贿赂而正在接受调查。
大学英语精读close原文
Unit 1When Dad told us about the delivery work it sound easy,just a piece of cake.The trouble was,we didn ’t take care to inquire just how much material was involved.Before long trucks seemed to be pulling up outside our house all day long,leaving stacks of advertsing.It seemed we would have no chance of meeting the deadline.Then we had this mavelous idea.Hiring local kids to help would enable us to get the job done on time.True,it would cut into our profits,but there was no alternative.Things seemed to be going well ,but then we had trouble over a pay claim .Our workers demanded five dollars an hour, but fortunately for us they were ready to settle for less.As for us,when we finally settle our account we ended up earning less than the minimum wage for all our efforts.I guess we should have know better than to believe that big bucks come easy.Unit 2While it is often said that love makes the world go round,scientists take a less romantic view.To thier minds,energy is the fundamental force at work.All animal life is demending on obtaining sufficuent e nergy from food.Deer,like other wild animals,do htis through eating as much food as possible in the s ummer,when food reserve are abandant.Any excess of energy over thier current needs is despoited in the body in the form of fat.Then when food become scarce in the winter,they can live off the fat.In a ddition,nature help them to survive the winter by slowing down thier metabolism,assisting them to pu ll through the cold weather.However,when the winter is particularly harsh,deer may have to draw on t he fat they have bulit up more heavily.Under such conditions,only deer in good condition are able to s urvive to give brith to a new generationUnit 3In his essay George Orwell starts off by citing Bernard Shaw’s remark that people are more supersti tious today than they were in the Middle Ages.They promptly accept the opinions of experts without asking any questions themselves.Obviously Shaw exaggerates just in order to prove his point that we s hould not always fall back on the theories of well-known authorities.Rather,we should aim at finding out some things for ourselves.By way of illustration,Orwell outline arguments against the Flat Earth a nd the Oval Earth theories,thus throwing light on the fact that much of our knowledege actually rests on authority rather than on reasoning or on experiment.Finally,Orwell draws his conclusion that ours is acredulous age partly because we have such an exceptionally heavy burden of knowledge.Unit4The last time Lyz saw her husband was as he waved goodbye to her from the steps of their house.He was due to fly off on business later that day.Unluckily for him his flight was collided and he found hi mself having to take United Flight 93the following day.It was from on board that ill-fated flight that h e telephoned with the news that hijackers had threatened to blow up the airfraft.Cursing his bad luck, he nonetheless realized that his fate was in the rear of.Hoping that the terrorists were bluff when they claimed to have a bomb,he and some other passengers decided to act.Without hunging up,he set off with others to attack the hijackers.From the telephone came the sound of screams.Then silence.Lzy st ill finds it hard to make sence of what happened that day,what lady behind the terrorist’ mission.All that she is certain of is how enormously proud she is of her husband how bless she was tohave been h is wife.Unit 5Whether or not to tell the seriously ill abous their true condition has long been a dilemma for medical professionals.Many doctors believe that concealing the facts from those patients will benefit them psychologically and may help them recover.But new students show that contrary to this widespread belief ,the overwhelming majority of patients want to be told the truth,even in the case of grave illnesses.If t hey are not,they feel betrayed and misled.As it is,lying make it difficult for patients to make choice co ncerning thier own health.And keeping a dying patient in the dark prevents him from making decision s about the end of his life.Lying can also cause doctors to lose thier integrity and credibility and does harm to colleagues who are honest with thier patients.In the long run,lying hurts the entire medical pr ofession.As a consequence of the current concerns,many hospitals have adopted patients’ bill of rig hts,but patients still need to be wary because the day of physicians deceiving patients are certainly not over yet and may never be.Unit 6We all know that we need to”read between the line”of a text,but some people find writing between them just as helpful.For marking books can be useful tool at times.This is not true of all books,of cou rse.It would clearly be wrong to scribble notes in a magnificent leather-bound first edition that has be en preserved unmarked.Nor would writing on works we just dip into for light entertainment be appro priate.But with one’s own textbooks,marking may have a place.For reading is not just a passive trans fer of information from the page to the eye.Reading is a much more active process,in which we need t o think through and question what we read in order to integrate it into our existing knowledge.Setting down our ideas on the page as we read and underlining those points we find particularly relevant can have a part to play here.So,next time you sit down to study,instead of letting you eyes just glide lazily over the page,reach for your pen!Unit 7While attending a play,the caught sight of a woman he had taken to luncheon twenty years before.At t hat time his first impression of her was that she was not very attactive,around forty years old and over -talkative.He had been too inexperienced to bring himself to turn down her request to meet at an extr enely expensive restaurant.She started their conversation by assuing him that she would eat only a trifl e for lunch.But as she chatted away,she soon appeared to overlook her small appetite and kept on ord ering more food.And she seemed to be inclined to order the most expensive food and drink,such as s almon not in season and champagne.In fact,the wicked woman order so much that when author pick ed up the bill,he was starled to see that he had only just enough money to pay and tip the waiter a mea n three francs.Even then the woman did not in the least realize that his modest salary was used up an d it would be difficult for him to keep body and soul together for the rest month.But finally he has ha d his revenge:now she is quite overweight.And he, of course,no longer fees inclined to say yes to a wo man just because he is flattered by her attention.。
大学英语精读第四册课文翻译
Unit 1Obtaining an audience with son NO. 1, I snarled, “I'll kill you if threaten one of those kids again! Idiot! You should be offering a bonus of a dollar every hour to the worker who fills the most bags.”"But that would cut into our profit," he suggested."There won't be any profit unless those kids enable you to make all the deliveries on time. If they don't, you two will have to remove all that paper by yourselves. And there will be no eating or sleeping until it is removed."There was a short, thoughtful silence. Then he said, "Dad, you have just worked a profound change in my personality.""Do it!""Yes, sir!"我跟大儿子一通上话,便咆哮道,“你如果再威胁那些孩子,我就对你不客气了!白痴!你应该给奖金,对装袋最多的工人每小时奖励一块。
”“可那要减少我们的利润啦,”他提醒道。
“那些孩子不帮你按时将所有的广告投送出去,你就什么利润也得不到。
如果他们不干,你们俩就得亲手搬走所有的广告。
大学英语精读4 课文_中英文对照
Text Book 4Unit 1TextTwo college-age boys, unaware that making money usually involves hard work, are tempted by an advertisement that promises them an easy way to earn a lot of money. The boys soon learn that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. 一个大学男孩,不清楚赚钱需要付出艰苦的劳动,被一份许诺轻松赚大钱的广告吸引了。
男孩们很快就明白,如果事情看起来好得不像真的,那多半确实不是真的。
BIG BUCKS THE EASY WAY轻轻松松赚大钱John G. Hubbell"You ought to look into this," I suggested to our two college-age sons. "It might be a way to avoid the indignity of having to ask for money all the time." I handed them some magazines in a plastic bag someone had hung on our doorknob. “你们该看看这个,”我向我们的两个读大学的儿子建议道。
“你们若想避免因为老是向人讨钱而有失尊严的话,这兴许是一种办法。
”我将挂在我们门把手上的、装在一个塑料袋里的几本杂志拿给他们。
A message printed on the bag offered leisurely, lucrative work("Big Bucks the Easy Way!") of delivering more such bags. 塑料袋上印着一条信息说,需要招聘人投递这样的袋子,这活儿既轻松又赚钱。
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Unit 1When Dad told us about the delivery work it sound easy,just a piece of cake.The trouble was,we di dn’t take care to inquire just how much material was involved.Before long trucks seemed to be pul ling up outside our house all day long,leaving stacks of advertsing.It seemed we would have no ch ance of meeting the deadline.Then we had this mavelous idea.Hiring local kids to help would enab le us to get the job done on time.True,it would cut into our profits,but there was no alternative.Thi ngs seemed to be going well ,but then we had trouble over a pay claim .Our workers demanded fiv e dollars an hour,but fortunately for us they were ready to settle for less.As for us,when we finally settle our account we ended up earning less than the minimum wage for all our efforts.I guess we s hould have know better than to believe that big bucks come easy.Unit 2While it is often said that love makes the world go round,scientists take a less romantic view.To t hier minds,energy is the fundamental force at work.All animal life is demending on obtaining suffi cuent energy from food.Deer,like other wild animals,do htis through eating as much food as possib le in the summer,when food reserve are abandant.Any excess of energy over thier current needs is despoited in the body in the form of fat.Then when food become scarce in the winter,they can live off the fat.In addition,nature help them to survive the winter by slowing down thier metabolism,as sisting them to pull through the cold weather.However,when the winter is particularly harsh,deer may have to draw on the fat they have bulit up more heavily.Under such conditions,only deer in g ood condition are able to survive to give brith to a new generationUnit 3In his essay George Orwell starts off by citing Bernard Shaw’s remark that people are more supers titious today than they were in the Middle Ages.They promptly accept the opinions of experts with out asking any questions themselves.Obviously Shaw exaggerates just in order to prove his point t hat we should not always fall back on the theories of well-known authorities.Rather,we should aim at finding out some things for ourselves.By way of illustration,Orwell outline arguments against t he Flat Earth and the Oval Earth theories,thus throwing light on the fact that much of our knowled ege actually rests on authority rather than on reasoning or on experiment.Finally,Orwell draws his conclusion that ours is acredulous age partly because we have such an exceptionally heavy burden of knowledge.Unit4The last time Lyz saw her husband was as he waved goodbye to her from the steps of their house. He was due to fly off on business later that day.Unluckily for him his flight was collided and he fo und himself having to take United Flight 93the following day.It was from on board that ill-fated fli ght that he telephoned with the news that hijackers had threatened to blow up the airfraft.Cursing his bad luck,he nonetheless realized that his fate was in the rear of.Hoping that the terrorists were bluff when they claimed to have a bomb,he and some other passengers decided to act.Without hun ging up,he set off with others to attack the hijackers.From the telephone came the sound of scream s.Then silence.Lzy still finds it hard to make sence of what happened that day,what lady behind th e terrorist’ mission.All that she is certain of is how enormously proud she is of her husband how bl ess she was tohave been his wife.Unit 5Whether or not to tell the seriously ill abous their true condition has long been a dilemma for medi cal professionals.Many doctors believe that concealing the facts from those patients will benefit them psychologically and may help them recover.But new students show that contrary to this widesp read belief,the overwhelming majority of patients want to be told the truth,even in the case of grav e illnesses.If they are not,they feel betrayed and misled.As it is,lying make it difficult for patients t o make choice concerning thier own health.And keeping a dying patient in the dark prevents him f rom making decisions about the end of his life.Lying can also cause doctors to lose thier integrity and credibility and does harm to colleagues who are honest with thier patients.In the long run,lyin g hurts the entire medical profession.As a consequence of the current concerns,many hospitals hav e adopted patients’ bill of rights,but patients still need to be wary because the day of physicians de ceiving patients are certainly not over yet and may never be.Unit 6We all know that we need to”read between the line”of a text,but some people find writing between them just as helpful.For marking books can be useful tool at times.This is not true of all books,of course.It would clearly be wrong to scribble notes in a magnificent leather-bound first edition that has been preserved unmarked.Nor would writing on works we just dip into for light entertainment be appropriate.But with one’s own textbooks,marking may have a place.For reading is not just a p assive transfer of information from the page to the eye.Reading is a much more active process,in which we need to think through and question what we read in order to integrate it into our existing knowledge.Setting down our ideas on the page as we read and underlining those points we find pa rticularly relevant can have a part to play here.So,next time you sit down to study,instead of letting you eyes just glide lazily over the page,reach for your pen!Unit 7While attending a play,the caught sight of a woman he had taken to luncheon twenty years before. At that time his first impression of her was that she was not very attactive,around forty years old a nd over-talkative.He had been too inexperienced to bring himself to turn down her request to meet at an extrenely expensive restaurant.She started their conversation by assuing him that she would e at only a trifle for lunch.But as she chatted away,she soon appeared to overlook her small appetite and kept on ordering more food.And she seemed to be inclined to order the most expensive food a nd drink,such as salmon not in season and champagne.In fact,the wicked woman order so much th at when author picked up the bill,he was starled to see that he had only just enough money to pay and tip the waiter a mean three francs.Even then the woman did not in the least realize that his mo dest salary was used up and it would be difficult for him to keep body and soul together for the res t month.But finally he has had his revenge:now she is quite overweight.And he, of course,no longe r fees inclined to say yes to a woman just because he is flattered by her attention.。