全新版大学英语综合教程1第二版课文中英文

全新版大学英语综合教程1第二版课文原文unit 1The idea of becoming a writer had come to me off and on since my childhood in Belleville, but it wasn't until my third year in high school that the possibility took hold. Until then I'd been bored by everything associated with English courses. I found English grammar dull and difficult. I hated the assignments to turn out long, lifeless paragraphs that were agony for teachers to read and for me to write.从我的童年时代起，我就有可能成为一名作家，但在我高中的时候，我就不可能成为一名作家了。

在那之前，我一直对英语课程感到厌烦。

我发现英语语法枯燥难懂。

我讨厌那些让老师们阅读和写作的枯燥乏味的长段落的作业。

When our class was assigned to Mr. Fleagle for third-year English I anticipated another cheerless year in that most tedious of subjects. Mr. Fleagle had a reputation among students for dullness and inability to inspire. He was said to be very formal, rigid and hopelessly out of date. To me he looked to be sixty or seventy and excessively prim. He wore primly severe eyeglasses, his wavy hair was primly cut and primly combed. He wore prim suits with neckties set primly against the collar buttons of his white shirts. He had a primly pointed jaw, a primly straight nose, and a prim manner of speaking that was so correct, so gentlemanly, that he seemed a comic antique.当我们班分配给弗利格尔先生读三年级英语时，我期待着这门最枯燥乏味的科目再过一年。

弗利格尔先生在学生中以沉闷和缺乏灵感而闻名。

据说他很拘谨，死板，毫无希望地过时了。

在我看来，他看上去有六七十岁，非常拘谨。

他戴着一本正经的眼镜，波浪形的头发剪得很整齐，梳得很整齐。

他穿着朴素的西装，领带整齐地贴在白衬衫的领扣上。

他有一个整洁的尖下巴，一个一本正经的笔直的鼻子，一本正经的说话方式是如此的正确，那么绅士，他似乎是一个滑稽的古董。

I prepared for an unfruitful year with Mr. Fleagle and for a long time was not disappointed. Late in the year we tackled the informal essay. Mr. Fleagle distributed a homework sheetoffering us a choice of topics. None was quite so simple-minded as "What I Did on My Summer Vacation," but most seemed to be almost as dull. I took the list home and did nothing until the night before the essay was due. Lying on the sofa, I finally faced up to the unwelcome task, took the list out of my notebook, and scanned it. The topic on which my eye stopped was "The Art of Eating Spaghetti."我准备和弗利格尔先生共度一年无果而终，很长一段时间都没有失望。

今年晚些时候，我们处理了这篇非正式文章。

弗利格尔先生分发了一份家庭作业单，让我们可以选择题目。

没有一个比“我在暑假里做的事”更简单的想法，但大多数人似乎几乎都一样枯燥无味。

我把单子拿回家，直到论文到期的前一天晚上什么也没做。

躺在沙发上，我终于面对了这个不受欢迎的任务，从笔记本里拿出清单，扫描了一下。

我的目光停留在“吃意大利面的艺术”上This title produced an extraordinary sequence of mental images. Vivid memories came flooding back of a night in Belleville when all of us were seated around the supper table —Uncle Allen, my mother, Uncle Charlie, Doris, Uncle Hal — and Aunt Pat served spaghetti for supper. Spaghetti was still a little known foreign dish in those days. Neither Doris nor I had ever eaten spaghetti, and none of the adults had enough experience to be good at it. All the good humor of Uncle Allen's house reawoke in my mind as I recalled the laughing arguments we had that night about the socially respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth.这个标题产生了一系列非凡的心理意象。

在贝尔维尔的一个晚上，我们都围坐在餐桌旁——艾伦叔叔、我妈妈、查理叔叔、多丽丝、哈尔叔叔——帕特阿姨晚饭端上了意大利面。

在那些日子里，意大利面还是一道鲜为人知的外国菜。

多丽丝和我都没有吃过意大利面，而且没有一个成年人有足够的经验来擅长它。

艾伦叔叔家里所有的幽默感在我脑海中重新浮现，我想起了那天晚上我们关于如何用一种在社会上受人尊敬的方式把意大利面从盘子里放到嘴里的可笑的争论。

Suddenly I wanted to write about that, about the warmth and good feeling of it, but I wantedto put it down simply for my own joy, not for Mr. Fleagle. It was a moment I wanted to recapture and hold for myself. I wanted to relive the pleasure of that evening. To write it as I wanted, however, would violate all the rules of formal composition I'd learned in school, and Mr. Fleagle would surely give it a failing grade. Never mind. I would write something else for Mr. Fleagle after I had written this thing for myself.突然间，我想写些关于它的温暖和美好的感觉，但我想把它写下来仅仅是为了我自己的快乐，而不是为了弗利格尔先生。

那是一个我想重新找回自己的时刻。

我想重温那晚的乐趣。

然而，按我的想法写这篇文章，违反了我在学校学过的所有正式作文规则，弗雷格尔先生肯定会给它一个不及格的分数。

不要介意。

在我为自己写了这篇文章之后，我会为弗利格尔先生写些别的东西。

When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no time left to compose a proper, respectable essay for Mr. Fleagle. There was no choice next morning but to turn in my tale of the Belleville supper. Two days passed before Mr. Fleagle returned the graded papers, and he returned everyone's but mine. I was preparing myself for a command to report to Mr. Fleagle immediately after school for discipline when I saw him lift my paper from his desk and knock for the class's attention.当我写完的时候，那晚已经过去了一半，没有时间给弗利格尔先生写一篇合适的、体面的文章了。

第二天早上别无选择，只好把我关于贝尔维尔晚餐的故事交上来。

两天过去了，弗利格尔先生还了评分表，除了我的，他还了所有人的。

我正准备接到命令，在放学后立即向弗利格尔先生报告纪律，这时我看到他从桌上拿出我的论文，敲着门来引起全班的注意。