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《The Secret Life of Walter Mitty》（1939）by James Thurber"WE'RE going through!" The Commander's voice was like thin ice breaking. He wore his full-dress uniform, with the heavily braided white cap pulled down rakishly over one cold gray eye. "We can't make it, sir. It's spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me." "I'm not asking you, Lieutenant Berg," said the Commander. "Throw on the power lights! Rev her up to 8500! We're going through!" The pounding of the cylinders increased:ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. The Commander stared at the ice forming on the pilot window. He walked over and twisted a row of complicated dials. "Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" he shouted. "Switch on No. 8 auxiliary!" repeated Lieutenant Berg. "Full strength in No. 3 turret!" shouted the Commander. "Full strength in No. 3 turret!" The crew, bending to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined Navy hydroplane, looked at each other and grinned. "The Old Man'll get us through," they said to one another. "The Old Man ain't afraid of hell!" . . ."Not so fast! You're driving too fast!" said Mrs. Mitty. "What are you driving so fast for?""Hmm?" said Walter Mitty. He looked at his wife, in the seat beside him, with shocked astonishment. She seemed grossly unfamiliar, like a strange woman who had yelled at him in a crowd. "You were up to fifty-five," she said. "You know I don't like to go more than forty. You were up tofifty-five." Walter Mitty drove on toward Waterbury in silence, the roaring of the SN202 through the worst storm in twenty years of Navy flying fading in the remote, intimate airways of his mind. "You're tensed up again," said Mrs. Mitty. "It's one of your days. I wish you'd let Dr. Renshaw look you over."Walter Mitty stopped the car in front of the building where his wife went to have her hair done. "Remember to get those overshoes while I'm having my hair done," she said. "I don't need overshoes," said Mitty. She put her mirror back into her bag. "We've been all through that," she said, getting out of the car. "You're not a young man any longer." He raced the engine a little. "Why don't you wear your gloves? Have you lost your gloves?" Walter Mitty reached in a pocket and brought out the gloves. He put them on, but after she had turned and gone into the building and he had driven on to a red light, he took them off again. "Pick it up, brother!" snapped a cop as the light changed, and Mitty hastily pulled on his glovesand lurched ahead. He drove around the streets aimlessly for a time, and then he drove past the hospital on his way to the parking lot.. . . "It's the millionaire banker, Wellington McMillan," said the pretty nurse. "Yes?" said Walter Mitty, removing his gloves slowly. "Who has the case?" "Dr. Renshaw and Dr. Benbow, but there are two specialists here, Dr. Remington from New York and Dr. Pritchard-Mitford from London. He flew over." A door opened down a long, cool corridor and Dr. Renshaw came out. He looked distraught and haggard. "Hello, Mitty," he said. `'We're having the devil's own time with McMillan, the millionaire banker and close personal friend of Roosevelt. Obstreosis of the ductal tract. Tertiary. Wish you'd take a look at him." "Glad to," said Mitty.In the operating room there were whispered introductions: "Dr. Remington, Dr. Mitty. Dr. Pritchard-Mitford, Dr. Mitty." "I've read your book on streptothricosis," said Pritchard-Mitford, shaking hands. "A brilliant performance, sir." "Thank you," said Walter Mitty. "Didn't know you were in the States, Mitty," grumbled Remington. "Coals to Newcastle, bringing Mitford and me up here for a tertiary." "You are very kind," said Mitty.A huge, complicated machine, connected to the operating table, with many tubes and wires, began at this moment to go pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. "The new anesthetizer is giving away!" shouted an intern. "There is no one in the East who knows how to fix it!" "Quiet, man!" said Mitty, in a low, cool voice. He sprang to the machine, which was now goingpocketa-pocketa-queep-pocketa-queep . He began fingering delicately a row of glistening dials. "Give me a fountain pen!" he snapped. Someone handed him a fountain pen. He pulled a faulty piston out of the machine and inserted the pen in its place. "That will hold for ten minutes," he said. "Get on with the operation. A nurse hurried over and whispered to Renshaw, and Mitty saw the man turn pale. "Coreopsis has set in," said Renshaw nervously. "If you would take over, Mitty?" Mitty looked at him and at the craven figure of Benbow, who drank, and at the grave, uncertain faces of the two great specialists. "If you wish," he said. They slipped a white gown on him, he adjusted a mask and drew on thin gloves; nurses handed him shining . . ."Back it up, Mac!! Look out for that Buick!" Walter Mitty jammed on the brakes. "Wrong lane, Mac," said the parking-lot attendant, looking at Mitty closely. "Gee. Yeh," muttered Mitty. He began cautiously to back out of the lane marked "Exit Only." "Leave her sit there," said the attendant. "I'll put her away." Mitty got out of the car. "Hey, better leave the key." "Oh," said Mitty, handing the man the ignition key. The attendant vaulted into the car, backed it up with insolent skill, and put it where it belonged.They're so damn cocky, thought Walter Mitty, walking along Main Street; they think they know everything. Once he had tried to take his chains off, outside New Milford, and he had got them wound around the axles. A man had had to come out in a wrecking car and unwind them, a young, grinning garageman. Since then Mrs. Mitty always made him drive to a garage to have the chains taken off. The next time, he thought, I'll wear my right arm in a sling; they won't grin at me then. I'll have my right arm in a sling and they'll see I couldn't possibly take the chains off myself. He kicked at the slush on the sidewalk. "Overshoes," he said to himself, and he began looking for a shoe store.When he came out into the street again, with the overshoes in a box under his arm, Walter Mitty began to wonder what the other thing was his wife had told him to get. She had told him, twice before they set out from their house for Waterbury. In a way he hated these weekly trips to town--he was always getting something wrong. Kleenex, he thought, Squibb's, razor blades? No. Tooth paste, toothbrush, bicarbonate, Carborundum, initiative and referendum? He gave it up. But she would remember it. "Where's the what's-its- name?" she would ask. "Don't tell me you forgot the what's-its-name." A newsboy went by shouting something about the Waterbury trial.. . . "Perhaps this will refresh your memory." The District Attorney suddenly thrust a heavy automatic at the quiet figure on the witness stand. "Have you ever seen this before?'' Walter Mitty took the gun and examined it expertly. "This is my Webley-Vickers 50.80," he said calmly. An excited buzz ran around the courtroom. The Judge rapped for order. "You are a crack shot with any sort of firearms, I believe?" said the District Attorney, insinuatingly. "Objection!" shouted Mitty's attorney. "We have shown that the defendant could not have fired the shot. We have shown that he wore his right arm in a sling on the night of the fourteenth of July." Walter Mitty raised his hand briefly and the bickering attorneys were stilled. "With any known make of gun," he said evenly, "I could have killed Gregory Fitzhurst at three hundred feet with my left hand." Pandemonium broke loose in the courtroom. A woman's scream rose above the bedlam and suddenly a lovely, dark-haired girl was in Walter Mitty's arms. The District Attorney struck at her savagely. Without rising from his chair, Mitty let the man have it on the point of the chin. "You miserable cur!" . . ."Puppy biscuit," said Walter Mitty. He stopped walking and the buildings of Waterbury rose up out of the misty courtroom and surrounded him again.A woman who was passing laughed. "He said 'Puppy biscuit,'" she said to her companion. "That man said 'Puppy biscuit' to himself." Walter Mittyhurried on. He went into an A. & P., not the first one he came to but a smaller one farther up the street. "I want some biscuit for small, young dogs," he said to the clerk. "Any special brand, sir?" The greatest pistol shot in the world thought a moment. "It says 'Puppies Bark for It' on the box," said Walter Mitty.His wife would be through at the hairdresser's in fifteen minutes' Mitty saw in looking at his watch, unless they had trouble drying it; sometimes they had trouble drying it. She didn't like to get to the hotel first, she would want him to be there waiting for her as usual. He found a big leather chair in the lobby, facing a window, and he put the overshoes and the puppy biscuit on the floor beside it. He picked up an old copy of Liberty and sank down into the chair. "Can Germany Conquer the World Through the Air?" Walter Mitty looked at the pictures of bombing planes and of ruined streets.. . . "The cannonading has got the wind up in young Raleigh, sir," said the sergeant. Captain Mitty looked up at him through tousled hair. "Get him to bed," he said wearily, "with the others. I'll fly alone." "But you can't, sir," said the sergeant anxiously. "It takes two men to handle that bomber and the Archies are pounding hell out of the air. Von Richtman's circus is between here and Saulier." "Somebody's got to get that ammunition dump," said Mitty. "I'm going over. Spot of brandy?" He poured a drink for the sergeant and one for himself. War thundered and whined around the dugout and battered at the door. There was a rending of wood and splinters flew through the room. "A bit of a near thing," said Captain Mitty carelessly. 'The box barrage is closing in," said the sergeant. "We only live once, Sergeant," said Mitty, with his faint, fleeting smile. "Or do we?" He poured another brandy and tossed it off. "I never see a man could hold his brandy like you, sir," said the sergeant. "Begging your pardon, sir." Captain Mitty stood up and strapped on his hugeWebley-Vickers automatic. "It's forty kilometers through hell, sir," said the sergeant. Mitty finished one last brandy. "After all," he said softly, "what isn't?" The pounding of the cannon increased; there was therat-tat-tatting of machine guns, and from somewhere came the menacing pocketa-pocketa-pocketa of the new flame-throwers. Walter Mitty walked to the door of the dugout humming "Aupres de Ma Blonde." He turned and waved to the sergeant. "Cheerio!" he said. . . .Something struck his shoulder. "I've been looking all over this hotel for you," said Mrs. Mitty. "Why do you have to hide in this old chair? How did you expect me to find you?" "Things close in," said Walter Mitty vaguely. "What?" Mrs. Mitty said. "Did you get the what's-its-name? The puppy biscuit? What's in that box?" "Overshoes," said Mitty. "Couldn'tyou have put them on in the store?" 'I was thinking," said Walter Mitty. "Does it ever occur to you that I am sometimes thinking?" She looked at him. "I'm going to take your temperature when I get you home," she said.They went out through the revolving doors that made a faintly derisive whistling sound when you pushed them. It was two blocks to the parking lot. At the drugstore on the corner she said, "Wait here for me. I forgot something. I won't be a minute." She was more than a minute. Walter Mitty lighted a cigarette. It began to rain, rain with sleet in it. He stood up against the wall of the drugstore, smoking. . . . He put his shoulders back and his heels together. "To hell with the handkerchief," said Waker Mitty scornfully. He took one last drag on his cigarette and snapped it away. Then, with that faint, fleeting smile playing about his lips, he faced the firing squad; erect and motionless, proud and disdainful, Walter Mitty the Undefeated, inscrutable to the last.。

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The Last Leaf最后一片叶子IIn a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony."At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'h?te of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted.That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers.Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places."Mr. Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman. A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer. But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, grey eyebrow."She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer. " And that chance is for her to want to live. This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well.Has she anything on her mind?""She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day." said Sue."Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?""A man?" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice. "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind.""Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten."After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp. Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward."Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together.Sue look solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away.An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks."What is it, dear?" asked Sue."Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy.There goes another one. There are only five left now.""Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie.""Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?""Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl. Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too.""Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down.""Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly."I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves.""Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves.""Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come back."Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp. Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe.He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above.Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker.Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings."Vass!" he cried. "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine? I haf not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy.""She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet.""You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes."Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade."Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.Wearily Sue obeyed.But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground."It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time.""Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to itsstem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves. When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.The ivy leaf was still there.Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove."I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."And hour later she said:"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left. "Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable."The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all."And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all."I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colours mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."在华盛顿广场西边的一个小区里，街道都横七竖八地伸展开去，又分裂成一小条一小条的“胡同”。

the little prince英文原版

the little prince英文原版English: The Little Prince is a beloved novella written by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, originally published in 1943. The story follows a young prince who travels from planet to planet, encountering a variety of strange and often absurd adults, before finally landing on Earth. Through his interactions with a stranded pilot in the desert, the little prince shares his unique perspective on human nature, love, friendship, and the importance of maintaining childlike wonder and innocence. The novella touches on deep existential themes, encouraging readers to look beyond the material world and delve into deeper truths about life, relationships, and the passage of time. The Little Prince has been translated into numerous languages and has captured the hearts of readers of all ages around the world, becoming a timeless classic that continues to inspire and provoke thought.中文翻译: 《小王子》是安托万·德·圣-埃克苏佩里所写的一部备受喜爱的中篇小说，最初出版于1943年。

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【英文原版小说】欧·亨利短篇小说-ACosmopoliteinaCafe咖啡馆里的世..

A Cosmopolite in a Cafe咖啡馆里的世界公民At midnight the cafe was crowded. By some chance the little table at which I sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons.And then a cosmopolite sat in one of them, and I was glad, for I held a theory that since Adam no true citizen of the world has existed. We hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travellers instead of cosmopolites.I invoke your consideration of the scene--the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay company, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art; the sedulous and largess-loving garcons, the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the melange of talk and laughter--and, if you will, the Wurzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay. I was told by a sculptor from Mauch Chunk that the scene was truly Parisian.My cosmopolite was named E. Rushmore Coglan, and he will be heard from next summer at Coney Island. He is to establish a new "attraction" there, he informed me, offering kingly diversion. And then his conversation rang along parallels of latitude and longitude. He took the great, round world in his hand, so to speak, familiarly, contemptuously, and it seemed no larger than the seed of a Maraschino cherry in a table d'hote grape fruit. He spoke disrespectfully of the equator, he skipped from continent to continent, he derided the zones, he mopped up the high seas with his napkin. With a wave of his hand he would speak of a certain bazaar in Hyderabad. Whiff! He would have you on skis in Lapland. Zip! Now you rode the breakers with the Kanakas at Kealaikahiki. Presto! He dragged you through an Arkansas post-oak swamp, let you dry for a moment on the alkali plains of his Idaho ranch, then whirled you into the society of Viennese archdukes. Anon he would be telling you of a cold he acquired in a Chicago lake breeze and how old Escamila cured it in Buenos Ayres with a hot infusion of the chuchula weed. You would have addressed a letter to "E. Rushmore Coglan, Esq., the Earth, Solar System, the Universe," and have mailed it, feeling confident that it would be delivered to him.I was sure that I had found at last the one true cosmopolite since Adam, and I listened to his worldwide discourse fearful lest I should discover in it the local note of the mere globe-trotter. But his opinions never fluttered or drooped; he was as impartial to cities, countries and continents as the winds or gravitation. And as E. Rushmore Coglan prattled of this little planet I thought with glee of a great almost-cosmopolite who wrote for the whole world and dedicated himself to Bombay. In a poem he has to say that there is pride and rivalry between the cities of the earth, and that "the men that breed from them, they traffic up and down, but cling to their cities' hem as a child to the mother's gown." And whenever they walk "by roaring streets unknown" they remember their native city "most faithful, foolish, fond; making her mere-breathed name their bond upon their bond." And my glee was roused because I had caught Mr. Kipling napping. Here I had found a man not made from dust; one who had no narrow boasts of birthplace or country, one who, if he bragged at all, would brag of his whole round globe against the Martians and the inhabitants of the Moon.Expression on these subjects was precipitated from E. Rushmore Coglan by the third corner to our table. While Coglan was describing to me the topography along the Siberian Railway theorchestra glided into a medley. The concluding air was "Dixie," and as the exhilarating notes tumbled forth they were almost overpowered by a great clapping of hands from almost every table.It is worth a paragraph to say that this remarkable scene can be witnessed every evening in numerous cafes in the City of New York. Tons of brew have bee n consumed over theories to account for it. Some have conjectured hastily that all Southerners in town hie themselves to cafes at nightfall. This applause of the "rebel" air in a Northern city does puzzle a little; but it is not insolvable. The war with Spain, many years' generous mint and watermelon crops, a few long-shot winners at the New Orleans race-track, and the brilliant banquets given by the Indiana and Kansas citizens who compose the North Carolina Society have made the South rather a "fad" in Manhattan. Your manicure will lisp softly that your left forefinger reminds her so much of a gentleman's in Richmond, Va. Oh, certainly; but many a lady has to work now--the war, you know. When "Dixie" was being played a dark-haired young man sprang up from somewhere with a Mosby guerrilla yell and waved frantically his soft- brimmed hat. Then he strayed through the smoke, dropped into the vacant chair at our table and pulled out cigarettes.The evening was at the period when reserve is thawed. One of us mentioned three Wurzburgers to the waiter; the dark-haired young man acknowledged his inclusion in the order by a smile and a nod. I hastened to ask him a question because I wanted to try out a theory I had."Would you mind telling me," I began, "whether you are from--"The fist of E. Rushmore Coglan banged the table and I was jarred into silence."Excuse me," said he, "but that's a question I never like to hear asked. What does it matter where a man is from? Is it fair to judge a man by his post-office address?Why, I've seen Kentuckians who hated whiskey, Virginians who weren't descended from Pocahontas, Indianians who hadn't written a novel, Mexicans who didn't wear velvet trousers with silver dollars sewed along the seams, funny Englishmen, spendthrift Yankees, cold-blooded Southerners, narrow- minded Westerners, and New Yorkers who were too busy to stop for an hour on the street to watch a one-armed grocer's clerk do up cranberries in paper bags. Let a man be a man and don't handicap him with the label of any section.""Pardon me," I said, "but my curiosity was not altogether an idle one. I know the South, and when the band plays 'Dixie' I like to observe. I have formed the belief that the man who applauds that air with special violence and ostensible sectional loyalty is invariably a native of either Secaucus, N.J., or the district between Murray Hill Lyceum and the Harlem River, this city. I was about to put my opinion to the test by inquiring of this gentleman when you interrupted with your own--larger theory, I must confess."And now the dark-haired young man spoke to me, and it became evident that his mind also moved along its own set of grooves."I should like to be a periwinkle," said he, mysteriously, "on the top of a valley, and sing tooralloo-ralloo."This was clearly too obscure, so I turned again to Coglan."I've been around the world twelve times," said he. "I know an Esquimau in Upernavik who sends to Cincinnati for his neckties, and I saw a goatherder in Uruguay who won a prize in a Battle Creek breakfast food puzzle competition. I pay rent on a room in Cairo, Egypt, and another in Yokohama all the year around. I've got slippers waiting for me in a tea-house in Shanghai, and I don't have to tell 'em how to cook my eggs in Rio de Janeiro or Seattle. It's a mighty little old world. What's the use of bragging about being from the North, or the South, or the old manor house in the dale, orEuclid avenue, Cleveland, or Pike's Peak, or Fairfax County, Va., or Hooligan's Flats or any place? It'll be a better world when we quit being fools about some mildewed town or ten acres of swampland just because we happened to be born there.""You seem to be a genuine cosmopolite," I said admiringly. "But it also seems that you would decry patriotism.""A relic of the stone age," declared Coglan, warmly. "We are all brothers--Chinamen, Englishmen, Zulus, Patagonians and the people in the bend of the Kaw River. Some day all this petty pride in one's city or State or section or country will be wiped out, and we'll all be citizens of the world, as we ought to be.""But while you are wandering in foreign lands," I persisted, "do not your thoughts revert to some spo--some dear and--""Nary a spot," interrupted E. R. Coglan, flippantly. "The terrestrial, globular, planetary hunk of matter, slightly flattened at the poles, and known as the Earth, is my abode. I've met a good many object-bound citizens of this country abroad. I've seen men from Chicago sit in a gondola in Venice on a moonlight night and brag about their drainage canal. I've seen a Southerner on being introduced to the King of England hand that monarch, without batting his eyes, the information that his grandaunt on his mother's side was related by marriage to the Perkinses, of Charleston. I knew a New Yorker who was kidnapped for ransom by some Afghanistan bandits. His people sent over the money and he came back to Kabul with the agent. 'Afghanistan?' the natives said to him through an interpreter. 'Well, not so slow, do you think?' 'Oh, I don't know,' says he, and he begins to tell them about a cab driver at Sixth avenue and Broadway. Those ideas don't suit me. I'm not tied down to anything that isn't8,000 miles in diameter. Just put me down as E. Rushmore Coglan, citizen of the terrestrial sphere."My cosmopolite made a large adieu and left me, for he thought he saw some one through the chatter and smoke whom he knew. So I was left with the would-be periwinkle, who was reduced to Wurzburger without further ability to voice his aspirations to perch, melodious, up on the summit of a valley.I sat reflecting upon my evident cosmopolite and wondering how the poet had managed to miss him. He was my discovery and I believed in him. How was it? "The men that breed from them they traffic up and down, but cling to their cities' hem as a child to the mother's gown."Not so E. Rushmore Coglan. With the whole world for his--My meditations were interrupted by a tremendous noise and conflict in another part of the cafe.I saw above the heads of the seated patrons E. Rushmore Coglan and a stranger to me engaged in terrific battle. They fought between the tables like Titans, and glasses crashed, and men caught their hats up and were knocked down, and a brunette screamed, and a blonde began to sing "Teasing."My cosmopolite was sustaining the pride and reputation of the Earth when the waiters closed in on both combatants with their famous flying wedge formation and bore them outside, still resisting.I called McCarthy, one of the French garcons, and asked him the cause of the conflict."The man with the red tie" (that was my cosmopolite), said he, "got hot on account of things said about the bum sidewalks and water supply of the place he come from by the other guy." "Why," said I, bewildered, "that man is a citizen of the world--a cosmopolite. He--" "Originally from Mattawamkeag, Maine, he said," continued McCarthy, "and he wouldn't standfor no knockin' the place."半夜，咖啡馆拥挤不通。

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2. "The Chronicles of Narnia" series by C.S. Lewis -这个系列是一组七本奇幻小说，描述了几个孩子在一个神奇的世界中的冒险。

故事深刻，针对的是年龄较大的读者。

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学生可以通过在双语中进行对比，提高自己的英语阅读和理解水平。

以下是30个双语例句：1. Harry Potter has become a cultural phenomenon worldwide. 《哈利·波特》已成为全球文化现象。

2. The Chronicles of Narnia is a well-loved fantasy series. 《纳尼亚传奇》是一套备受喜爱的奇幻系列。

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英语小说推荐：《LeanIn》

英语⼩说推荐：《LeanIn》下⾯店铺⼩编要和⼤家分享的是⼀本英语学习⼩说，Facebook⾸席运营官桑德伯格《Lean In》英⽂原版下载[PDF格式] 内容简介：谢丽尔·桑德伯格携其精彩⼒作 LEAN IN，解开⼥性成功密码。

谢丽尔·桑德伯格作为全球最成功的⼥性之⼀，她在这本超级畅销书《LEAN IN》中，深刻地剖析了男⼥不平等这类社会现象的根本原因。

她认为，⼥性之所以没有勇⽓跻⾝领导层，不敢放开脚步追求⾃⼰的梦想，更多是出于内在的恐惧与不⾃信。

她在书中⿎励所有⼥性，要⼤胆地“往桌前坐”，主动参与对话与讨论。

同时，她还为⼥性提出了如下成功密码，激励⼥性寻求挑战，敢于冒险，满怀热情地去追求⾃⼰的⼈⽣⽬标。

1. 勇敢进取⼥性通常在各⽅⾯都妨碍了⾃⼰的发展，从坐在会议桌的后排，举⼿发⾔前的犹豫不决，到每⼀次应该往前冲时却本能地退缩等等。

她们的⼤脑在说：⼼直⼝快是不恰当的，强势是不受欢迎的，⽐男⼈强是不幸福的。

⼥性吸收了太多负能量，降低了对⾃⼰的期望值，甚⾄很容易就选择了放弃⼯作，放弃了全⾝⼼投⼊⼯作可能获得的更⼤成就。

与⾝边的男性相⽐，⼥性对待升职的态度确实是不够积极、不够进取的。

2.获得⼈⽣伴侣的⽀持如果⼀位⼥性能找到⼀个愿意和她⼀起分担家务与⽣活责任的伴侣，那么她在职业道路上会⾛得更长。

那种认为⼥性只有抛开家庭才能达到事业巅峰的说法其实不成⽴的。

事实是，绝⼤多数成功⼥性都有⼀位⾮常⽀持她的事业的⼈⽣伴侣。

3.职场是⽅格架，不是竖梯竖梯会限制⼈的⾏动——要么往上爬，要么往下退，要么站在梯阶上要么跌下来。

⽅格架能让你有更多探索的可能。

要爬到梯⼦的顶端只有⼀种⽅式，但要爬到⽅格架的顶端则有很多种⽅式。

在很多时候，⼥⼈都需要对事业上的冒险持有更开放的⼼态。

如果踏上另⼀条路能让她更快乐，还能有机会学到新的技能，那就意味着她实际上是在向前迈进。

⼥性只有掌握了这些进取的密码，勇敢地“LEAN IN”, 才能发挥出⾃⼰的潜⼒，获得事业与家庭的双重平衡，享受成功的幸福⼈⽣。

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我想先从阅读的意义说起。

阅读是一种习惯，不管是英文阅读还是中文阅读，都是一种习惯，而不能把这个当成是哪些是好的阅读书目，哪些是不好的阅读书目，非常功利性的去看待阅读。

这也是家长和学生们可能遇到的一个很大的误区。

所以，阅读的意义在于培养学生的阅读习惯，从大量的阅读中吸取各个方面的知识。

因为我们的知识面其实很狭窄，唯有通过读书才能够拓宽我们的知识面，才可以培养起我们现在常说的“批判性思维”。

但是试想，一个学生，她根本就不知道还有其他想法的时候，她如何去批判性思维？这是我想首先讲的第一个方面。

很多家长都希望让其他的同学、老师或者其他家长推荐书目，但是其实这种推荐书目，往往是一种误导。

比如我喜欢看的书，并不一定是这位同学喜欢看的，或者书籍本身并无好坏优劣之分，如果分了，那么势必就让学生错过了很多重要的书籍或者启发学生灵感的机会，这样做的话，带来的后果是很难去预估的。

我的建议是让学生自己去寻找自己想看的书！但是家长一定会说，她不知道啊，她从来都不知道要看什么。

可是试问我们很多家长是否给了小孩这样选择的机会，是否让小孩真的去自己决定自己想看什么，决定自己的兴趣爱好是什么呢？*篇二：我读英文原版小说的实践经验总结我读英文原版小说的实践经验总结【转】有空看看给点意见我读英文原版小说的实践经验总结2009310一个人阅读情况描述：最近6个月读过几本英文原版小说，包括《佛尔摩斯侦探小说集》（只读了中间的5篇）《热爱生命》《老人与海》《小妇人》《理智与情感》最后一本今天为止基本上读完2遍了，其他的都只读了一遍。

二感受描述前几本书都是只读了一遍，有的甚至只读了一部分，因为很多原因吧。

可是基本上都有一个生单词多，情节不了解不熟悉的问题。

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穿条纹睡衣的男孩英文原版阅读中英双语穿条纹睡衣的男孩Chapter EighteenThinking Up the Final Adventure最后的探险The day after Father told Bruno that he would be returning to Berlin soon, Shmuel didn't arrive at the fence as usual. Nor did he show up the day after that. On the third day, when Bruno arrived there was no one sitting cross-legged on the ground and he waited for ten minutes and was about to turn back for home, extremely worried that he would have to leave Out-With without seeing his friend again, when a dot in the distance became a speck and that became a blob and that became a figure and that in turn became the boy in the striped pyjamas.爸爸告诉布鲁诺很快要回柏林的当天，什穆埃尔没有像往常一样来铁丝网这边，接下来的那天也没有来。

到了第三天，布鲁诺到了那儿，还是没有看到有人盘着腿坐在地上。

他等了十分钟，然后打算回去了。

他非常担心，离开“赶出去”以后，就再也不能来见他的朋友了。

就在那个时候，远处有一个小圆点变成了小斑块，接着变成一个小黑团，然后又变成一个影子，最终变成穿着条纹睡衣的男孩。

Bruno broke into a smile when he saw the figure coming towards him and he sat down on the ground, taking the piece of bread and the apple he had smuggled with him out of his pocket to give to Shmuel. But even from a distance he could see that his friend looked even more unhappy than usual, and when he got to the fence he didn't reach for the food with his usual eagerness.当布鲁诺看到那个身影朝自己走来时，他露出了笑容。

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I. British LiteratureKingsley AmisLucky JimJane AustenPride and PrejudiceEmmaArnold BennettThe Old Wives¡¯ TalesElizabeth BowenThe Death of the HeartCharlotte BronteJane EyeEmily BronteWuthering HeightsAnthony BurgessA Clockwork OrangeSamuel ButlerThe Way of All FleshA.S. ByattPossesionLewis CarrollAlice¡¯s Adventures in Wonderland Angela CarterThe Company of WolvesChaucerCanterbury TalesAgatha ChristieMurder on the Orient Express Ivy Compton-BurnettA Family and a Fortune Joseph ConradHeart of DarknessLord JimDaniel DefoeRobinson CrusoeCharles DickensDavid CopperfieldGreat ExpectationsA Christmas CarolSir Arthur C. DoyleAdventure of Sherlock Holmes Margaret DrabbleThe WaterfallDaphne Du MaurierRebeccaGeorge EliotMiddlemarchE. M. ForsterHowards EndA Passage to IndiaJohn FowlesThe French Lieutenant¡¯s WomanJohn GalsworthyThe Man of PropertyWilliam GoldingLord of the FliesGraham GreeneThe Human FactorThomas HardyTess of the D¡¯UrbervillesJude the ObscureFar From The Madding CrowdAldous HuxleyBrave New WorldHenry JamesDaisy MillerJames JoyceA Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Rudyard KiplingKimCharles LambTales from ShakespeareD. H. LawrenceSons and LoversJohn Le CarreThe Spy Who Came in from the ColdDoris LessingThe Grass Is SingingDavid LodgeNice WorkW. Somerset MaughamThe Moon and SixpenceOf Human BondageIris MurdochThe Black PrinceGeorge OrwellNineteen Eighty-FourAnimal FarmJ.K. RowlingHarry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Salman RushdieMidnight ChildrenSir Walter ScottIvanhoeWilliam ShakespeareRomeo and JulietMerchant of VeniceAs You Like ItHamletSonnetsGeorge Bernard ShawPygmalionMrs. Warren's ProfessionC.P. SnowThe AffairMuriel SparkThe Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Robert Louis StevensonTreasure IslandJohathan SwiftGulliver¡¯s TravelsWilliam M. ThackerayVanity FairJ.R.R TolkienThe Lord of the RingsEvelyn WaughA Handful of DustH. G. WellsThe Invisible ManOscar WildeThe Picture of Dorian Gray Virginia WoolfMrs DallowayTo the LighthouseII. American LiteratureLouisa May AlcottLittle WomenSherwood AndersonWinesburg OhioJames BaldwinGo Tell It on the Mountain Saul BellowSeize the DayHenderson the Rain KingWilliam S. BurroughsThe Naked LunchWilla CatherMy AntoniaKate ChopinThe AwakeningStephen CraneThe Red Badge of Courage Theodore DreiserSister CarrieAn American TragedyRalph EllisonInvisible ManWilliam FaulknerGo Down, MosesThe Sound and the FuryF. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great GatsbyAlex HaleyRootsNathaniel HawthorneThe Scarlet LetterJoseph HellerCatch-22Ernest HemingwayThe Sun Also RisesThe Old Man and the SeaJames JonesFrom Here to EternityJack KerouacOn The RoadMaxine Hong KingstonThe Woman WarriorHarper LeeTo Kill a MockingbirdSinclair LewisMain StreetJack LondonThe Call of the WildMartin EdenNorman MailerThe Naked and the Dead Carson McCullersThe Heart Is a Lonely Hunter James A. MichenerCentennialMargaret MitchellGone with the WindToni MorrisonThe Bluest EyeVladimir NabokovLolitaFrank NorrisThe OctopusJ. D. SalingerThe Catcher in the RyeErich SegalMan, Woman and ChildUpton SinclairThe JungleJohn SteinbeckThe Grapes of WrathHarriet Beecher StoweUncle Tom¡¯s CabinWilliam StyronSophie¡¯s ChoiceAmy TanThe Joy Luck ClubMark TwainThe Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Alice WalkerThe Color PurpleRobert Penn WarrenAll the King¡¯s MenEdith WhartonThe Age of InnocenceThornton WilderThe Bridge of San Luis ReyThomas WolfeLook HomewardAngelHerman WoukThe Winds of WarRichard WrightNative SonIII. Canadian LiteratureMargaret AtwoodThe Blind AssasinMorley CallaghanThat Summer in ParisNorthrop FryeThe Great CodeMargaret LaurenceThe Stone AngelStephen LeacockSunshine Sketches of a Little Town Malcolm LowryUnder the VolcanoHugh MaclennanThe Watch That Ends the NightL. M. MontgomeryAnne of Green GablesAlice MunroLives of Girls and WomenIV. Australian LiteratureMartin BoydLucinda BrayfordPeter CareyOscar and LucindaBrian CastroBirds of PassageMiles FranklinMy Brilliant CareerThomas KeneallyShindler¡¯s ArkColleen McCulloughThe Thorn BirdsAlex MillerThe Ancestor GameHenry Handel RichardsonThe Fortunes of Richard Mahony Christina SteadThe Man Who Loved Children Randolph StowTo the islandsPatrick WhiteVossThe Tree of ManV. World LiteratureHans Christian AndersenAndersen¡¯s Fairy TalesCervantesDon QuixoteDanteLa Divina CommediaFyodor DostoevskyCrime and PunishmentAlexandre DumasThe Count Of Monte CristoJ. Grimm & W. GrimmGrimm¡¯s Fairy TalesHomerIliadOdysseyHenrik IbsenDoll's HouseFranz KafkaMetamorphosisThomas MannDeath in VeniceGabriel Garc¨ªa M¨¢rquezOne Hundred Years Of Solitude Luigi PirandelloSix CharactersRabelaisGargantua and Pantagruel Antoine de Saint-Exup¨¦ryThe Little PrinceLeo TolstoyWar and PeaceAnna KareninaBlanche WinderAesop¡¯s Fables。

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电子书可供借阅。

无论你选择哪种方式获取英文原版epub，建议在下载前确认文件的合法性和安全性，以免下载到侵权或病毒感染的文件。

此外，如果你想要购买正版电子书，支持作者和出版商的努力是非常重要的。