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The Discus Throwerby Richard SelzerRichard Selzer, a retired surgeon at Yale-New Haven Hospital, has written widely, publishing articles in popular magazines as well as occasional short fiction. In the essay reprinted here, which first appeared in Harper's Magazine in 1977, Selzer reports on thevisits he made to one of his patients.I spy on my patients. Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance, that he might the more fully assemble the evidence? So I stand in the doorw ays of hospital rooms and gaze. Oh, it is not all that furtive an act. Those in bed need only look up in order to discover me. But they never do.From the doorway of Room 542, the man in the bed seems deeply tanned. Blue eyes and close-cropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health. But I know that his skin in not brown from the sun. It is rusted, rather, in the last stage of containing the vile repose within. And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage. This man is blind. This man is also legless-the right leg missing from midthigh down, the left from just below the knee. It gives him the look of ornamental tree, roots and branches pruned to the purpose that the thing should suggest a great tree but the dwarfed facsimile thereof.Propped on pillows, he cups his right thigh in both hands. Now and then, he shakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering. In all of this, he makes no sound. Is he mute as well as blind?If he is in pain, why do I not see it in his face? Why is the mouth not opened for shrieking? The eyes not spun skyward? Where are tears? He appears to be waiting for something, something that a blind man cannot watch for, but for which he is no less alert. He is listening.The room in which he dwells is empty of all possessions- they get well cards, the small private caches of food. The day-old flowers, the slippers-all the usual kickshaws of the sickroom. There is only a bed, a chair, a nightstand, and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals. It is a wild island upon which he has been cast. It is Room 542."What Time is it?""Three o'clock.""Morning or afternoon?""Afternoon."He is silent. There is nothing else he wants to know.Only that another block of time has passed."How are you?" I say."Who is it?" he asks."It's the doctor. How do you feel?"He does not answer right away."Feel?" he says."I hope you feel better," I say.I press the button on the side of the bed."Down you go," I say."Yes, down," he says.He falls back upon the bed awkwardly. His stumps, un-weighted by legs and feet, rise in the air, presenting themselves. I unwrap the bandages from the stumps, and begin to cut away theblack scabs and the dead glazed fat with scissors and forceps. A shard of white bone comes loose.I pick it away. I wash the wounds with disinfectant and redress the stumps. All this while, he does not speak. What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering the burry prickle of love? A time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Of when his body was not a rotting log?He lies solid and inert. In spite of everything, he remains beautiful, as though he were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck."Anything more I can do for you?" I ask.For a long moment he is silent."Yes," he says at last and without the least irony, "you can bring me a pair of shoes."In the corridor, the head nurse is waiting for me."We have to do something about him," she says. "Every morning he orders scrambles eggs for breakfast, and instead of eating them, he picks up the plate and throws it against the wall.""Throws his plate?""Nasty. That's what he is. No wonder his family doesn't come to visit. They probably can't stand him any more than we can."She is waiting for me to do something."Well?""We'll see," I say.The next morning, I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers his breakfast. I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across his lap. She presses the button to raise the head of the bed. Then she leaves.In this time, which he has somehow identified as morning, the man reaches to find the rim of the tray, then on to find the dome of the covered dish. He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand. He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs. He lifts the plate in both of his hands, sets it on the palm of his right hand, centers it, balances it. He hefts it up and down slightly, getting the feel of it. Abruptly, he draws back his right arm as far as he can.There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed and the small wet sound of scrambled eggs dropping to the floor.And then he laughs. It is a sound you have never heard. It is a sound that could cure cancer. Out in the corridor the eyes of the head nurse narrow."Laughed, did he?"She writes something down on her clipboard.A second aide arrives, brings a second breakfast tray, puts it on the nightstand out of his reach. She looks over at me, shaking her head and making her mouth go. I see that we are to be accomplices."I've got to feed you," she says to the man."Oh, no you don't," the man says."Oh, yes I do," the aide says, "after what you just did. Nurse says so.""Get me my shoes," the man says."Here's oatmeal," the aide says. "Open." And she touches the spoon to his lower lip."I ordered scrambled eggs," says the man."That's right," the aide says.I step forward."Is there anything I can do?" I say."Who are you?" the man asks.In the evening, I go once more to that ward to make my rounds. The head nurse reports to me that Room 542 is deceased. She has discovered this quite by accident, she says. No, there had been no sound. Nothing. It's a blessing, she says.I go into his room, a spy looking for secrets. He is still there in bed. His face is relaxed, grave, dignified, as the faces of the newly dead are. After awhile, I turn to leave. My gaze sweeps the wall at the foot of the bed, and I see the place where it has been repeatedly washed, where the wall looks very clean and very white.。

英语专业本科生系列教材Unit 8 The Discus Thrower

This famous classical masterpiece was sculpted by the artist Myron (485－425 BC) around 460 BC. Considered by many to represent the perfect athletic form, the “Discobolus” was originally sculpted in bronze. It has been reproduced in a variety of mediums, and is now featured in famous museums throughout the world, namely the National Museum in Rome and Vatican.
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Text analysis Structural analysis Cultural background
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Paragraph 1 Paragraphs 2-13 — — background of the story the author’s meeting with a particular patient, his conflict with the head nurse and a detailed portrayal of how the patient “throws the discus” the patient’s death
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Section One: Pre-reading Activities Section Two: Global Reading Section Three: Detailed Reading Section Four: Consolidation Activities

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Unit--The-Discus-Thrower课文翻译综合教程四————————————————————————————————作者：————————————————————————————————日期：Unit 8The Discus ThrowerRichard Selzer1 I spy on my patients. Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any meansand from any stance that he might take for the more fully assemble evidence? So I stand in the doorways of hospital rooms and gaze. Oh, it is not all that furtive an act.Those in bed need only look up to discover me. But they never do.2 From the doorway of Room 542 the man in the bed seems deeply tanned. Blueeyes and close-cropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health.But I know that his skin is not brown from the sun. It is rusted, rather, in the last stage of containing the vile repose within. And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage. This man is blind. This man is also legless ― the right leg missing from midthigh down, the left from just below the knee.It gives him the look of a bonsai, roots and branches pruned into the dwarfed facsimile of a great tree.3 Propped on pillows, he cups his right thigh in both hands. Now and then heshakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering. In all of this he makes no sound. Is he mute as well as blind?4 The room in which he dwells is empty of all possessions ― no get-well cards,small, private caches of food, day-old flowers, slippers, all the usual kickshaws of the sick room. There is only the bed, a chair, a nightstand, and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals.5 “What time is it?” he asks.“Three o’clock.”“Morning or afternoon?”“Afternoon.”He is silent. There is nothing else he wants to know.“How are you?” I say.“Who are you?” he asks.“It’s the doctor. How do you feel?”He does not answer right away.“Feel?” he says.“I hope you feel better,” I say.I press the button at the side of the bed.“Down you go,” I say.“Yes, down,” he says.6 He falls back upon the bed awkwardly. His stumps, unweighted by legs and feet,rise in the air, presenting themselves. I unwrap the bandages from the stumps, and begin to cut away the black scabs and the dead, glazed fat with scissors and forceps.A shard of white bone comes loose. I pick it away. I wash the wounds withdisinfectant and redress the stumps. All this while, he does not speak. What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log?7 He lies solid and inert. In spite of everything, he remains impressive, as thoughhe were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck.“Anything more I can do for you?” I ask.For a long moment he is silent.“Yes,” he says at last and without the least irony. “You can bring me a pair of shoes.”In the corridor, the head nurse is waiting for me.“We have to do something about him,” she says. “Every morning he orders scrambled eggs for breakfast, and, instead of eating them, he picks up theplate and throws it against the wall.”“Throws his plate?”“Nasty. That’s what he is. No wonder his family doesn’t come to visit. They probably can’t stand him any more than we can.”She is waiting for me to do something.“Well?”“We’ll see,” I say.8 The next morning I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers hisbreakfast. I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across his lap. She presses the button to raise the head of the bed. Then she leaves.9 In time the man reaches to find the rim of the tray, then on to find the dome ofthe covered dish. He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand. He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs. He lifts the plate in both hands, sets it on the palm of his right hand, centers it, balances it. He hefts it up and down slightly, getting the feel on it. Abruptly, he draws back his right arm as far as he can.10 There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed andthe small wet sound of the scrambled eggs dropping to the floor.11 And then he laughs. It is a sound you have never heard. It is something newunder the sun. It could cure cancer.Out in the corridor, the eyes of the head nurse narrow.“Laughed, did he?”She writes something down on her clipboard.12 A second aide arrives, brings a second breakfast tray, puts it on the nightstand,out of his reach. She looks over at me shaking her head and making her mouth go. I see that we are to be accomplices.13 “I’ve got to feed you,” she says to the man.“Oh, no, you don’t,” the man says.“Oh, yes, I do,” the aide says, “after the way you just did. Nurse says so.”“Get me my shoes,” the man says.“Here’s the oatmeal,” the aide says. “Open.” And she t ouches the spoon to his lower lip.“I ordered scrambled eggs,” says the man.“That’s right,” the aide says.I step forward.“Is there anything I can do?” I say.“Who are you?” the man asks.14 In the evening I go once more to that ward to make my rounds. The head nursereports to me that Room 542 is deceased. She has discovered this by accident, she says. No, there had been no sound. Nothing. It’s a blessing, she says.15 I go into his room, a spy looking for secrets. He is still there in his bed. His faceis relaxed, grave, dignified. After a while, I turn to leave. My gaze sweeps the wall at the foot of the bed, and I see the place where it has been repeatedly washed, where the wall looks very clean and white.掷铁饼者理查德·塞尔泽1 我窥探我的病人。

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Unit 8The Discus ThrowerRichard Selzer1 I spy on my patients. Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any meansand from any stance that he might take for the more fully assemble evidence? So I stand in the doorways of hospital rooms and gaze. Oh, it is not all that furtive an act.Those in bed need only look up to discover me. But they never do.2 From the doorway of Room 542 the man in the bed seems deeply tanned. Blueeyes and close-cropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health.But I know that his skin is not brown from the sun. It is rusted, rather, in the last stage of containing the vile repose within. And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage. This man is blind. This man is also legless ― the right leg missing from midthigh down, the left from just below the knee.It gives him the look of a bonsai, roots and branches pruned into the dwarfed facsimile of a great tree.3 Propped on pillows, he cups his right thigh in both hands. Now and then heshakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering. In all of this he makes no sound. Is he mute as well as blind?4 The room in which he dwells is empty of all possessions ― no get-well cards,small, private caches of food, day-old flowers, slippers, all the usual kickshaws of the sick room. There is only the bed, a chair, a nightstand, and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals.5 “What time is it?” he asks.“Three o’clock.”“Morning or afternoon?”“Afternoon.”He is silent. There is nothing else he wants to know.“How are you?” I say.“Who are you?” he asks.“It’s the doctor. How do you feel?”He does not answer right away.“Feel?” he says.“I hope you feel better,” I say.I press the button at the side of the bed.“Down you go,” I say.“Yes, down,” he says.6 He falls back upon the bed awkwardly. His stumps, unweighted by legs and feet,rise in the air, presenting themselves. I unwrap the bandages from the stumps, and begin to cut away the black scabs and the dead, glazed fat with scissors and forceps.A shard of white bone comes loose. I pick it away. I wash the wounds withdisinfectant and redress the stumps. All this while, he does not speak. What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log?7 He lies solid and inert. In spite of everything, he remains impressive, as thoughhe were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck.“Anything more I can do for you?” I ask.For a long moment he is silent.“Yes,” he says at last and without the least irony. “You can bring me a pair of shoes.”In the corridor, the head nurse is waiting for me.“We have to do something about him,” she says. “Every morning he orders scrambled eggs for breakfast, and, instead of eating them, he picks up the plate and throws it against the wall.”“Throws his plate?”“Nasty. That’s what he is. No wonder his family doesn’t come to visit. They probably can’t stand him any more than we can.”She is waiting for me to do something.“Well?”“We’ll see,” I say.8 The next morning I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers hisbreakfast. I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across his lap. She presses the button to raise the head of the bed. Then she leaves.9 In time the man reaches to find the rim of the tray, then on to find the dome ofthe covered dish. He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand. He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs. He lifts the plate in both hands, sets it on the palm of his right hand, centers it, balances it. He hefts it up and down slightly, getting the feel on it. Abruptly, he draws back his right arm as far as he can.10 There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed andthe small wet sound of the scrambled eggs dropping to the floor.11 And then he laughs. It is a sound you have never heard. It is something newunder the sun. It could cure cancer.Out in the corridor, the eyes of the head nurse narrow.“Laughed, did he?”She writes something down on her clipboard.12 A second aide arrives, brings a second breakfast tray, puts it on the nightstand,out of his reach. She looks over at me shaking her head and making her mouth go. I see that we are to be accomplices.13 “I’ve got to feed you,” she says to the man.“Oh, no, you don’t,” the man says.“Oh, yes, I do,” the aide says, “after the way you just did. Nurse says so.”“Get me my shoes,” the man says.“Here’s the oatmeal,” the aide says. “Open.” And she touches the spoon to his lower lip.“I ordered scrambled eggs,” says the man.“That’s right,” the aide says.I step forward.“Is there anything I can do?” I say.“Who are you?” the man asks.14 In the evening I go once more to that ward to make my rounds. The head nursereports to me that Room 542 is deceased. She has discovered this by accident, she says. No, there had been no sound. Nothing. It’s a ble ssing, she says.15 I go into his room, a spy looking for secrets. He is still there in his bed. His faceis relaxed, grave, dignified. After a while, I turn to leave. My gaze sweeps the wall at the foot of the bed, and I see the place where it has been repeatedly washed, where the wall looks very clean and white.掷铁饼者理查德·塞尔泽1 我窥探我的病人。

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Unit 8 The Discus ThrowerKey to the ExercisesText comprehensionI . Decide which of the following best states the author's purpose of writing.CII. Judge, according to the text, whether the following statements are true or false.1. F (Refer to Paragraph 1.)2. F (Refer to Paragraph 2. Here it is stated that the patient's skin is not brown from the sun, though it looks deeply tanned from a distance. Rather, his skin becomes reddish because he was in his last stage of life, that is, he was approaching death.)3. F (Refer to Paragraph 7. When the doctor offered his help, the patient remained silent for a long time, and then in real earnest he asked for a pair of shoes, hoping against hope that the doctor would make him a whole being again.)4. T (Refer to Paragraph 7.)III. A nswer the following questions.1. Refer to Paragraph 1. No, he doesn't. Instead, he finds the activity justifiable. For one thing, he thinks the activity is well-meant, i.e. he wants to collect more pathological evidence in order to give the patients more effective treatment. For another, his activity is not spying in the true sense, for the act is far from furtive.2. Refer to Paragraph 2. The fact that there are no get-well cards, no small, private caches of food and day-old flowers shows that he has been abandoned by his family and friends.3. Refer to Paragraph 7. As a blind man, he is restrained in activity. Now without legs he is completely confined to bed. Like a caged bird, he longs for freedom and dreams of going back to his career. Thus it is understandable why he repeatedly asks for shoes.4. Refer to Paragraphs 9?0. This is the way he expresses his wrath with the unfair fate. He is deprived of sight and now his legs. Deserted by society, he is left with very little. Indignant as he is, he can avenge himself upon nobody. What he can do is only to crash his plate against the wall to vent his anger and despair. Moreover, he would rather die ina stroke like the plate than linger in agony.5. Refer to Paragraph 11. The laughter is unique as is indicated in Paragraph 11. It comes both from the pleasure after revenge by crashing the plate and the hope to extricate himself from his agony by means of an abrupt death like the plate. Since freedom in this material world is impossible to him, he wishes to have it in the other world.IV. Explain in your own words the following sentences.1. "Yes, I am going down," he says, meaning literally that he is going down with the bed but metaphorically that his physical condition is going from bad to worse.2. The wild, relaxed laughter is a totally new sound in the world that nobody has ever heard. The joyful laughter could even give a promising future to cancer patients.3. The aide looks across at me, shaking her head to express her frustration and pursing her lips to signal her annoyance.Structural analysis of the textThis text can be divided into three parts. Part 1, i.e. Paragraph 1, serves as an introduction to the background of the story. Part 2, i.e. Paragraphs 2?3, describes the strange behaviour of a particular patient dubbed "the discus thrower" and his conflict with the health workers. Part 3, i.e. Paragraphs 14?5, tells the reader about the death of the patient. Here are the suggested headlines for the three parts: Part 1: Spying on Patients: a Habit of Mine; Part 2: Encounters with a Particular Patient; Part 3: The Death of the Patient.Rhetorical features of the text1. The questions he asks himself:Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance, that he might the more fully assemble evidence?Is he mute as well as blind?What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log?These questions call for no answer but they reveal the inner thoughts of the narrator. He seems to be trying to place himself in the position of the patient for a better understanding of the patient's psychology.2. The questions he asks in his dialogue with the patient:"How are you?""How do you feel?""Anything more I can do for you?"These questions help to show that the narrator is very patient with and responsible for his patient.Vocabulary exercisesI. Explain the underlined part in each sentence in your own words.1. reddish brown2. low-growing3. almost unbearable degree4. brings the spoon into light contact with5. visit the patientsII. Fill in the blank in each sentence with a word from the box in its appropriate form. 1. accomplice 2. probing3. furtive4. solid5. pruned6. acknowledging7. hefted 8. unwrappedIII. Fill in the blanks with the appropriate forms of the given words.1. peculiar2. impression3. dwellings4. delivery5. disinfectants6. assembly7. probings 8. awkwardlyIV. Choose the word or phrase that can replace the underlined part in each sentence without changing its original meaning.1. B2. A3. A4. C5. D6. C7. A8. AV. Give a synonym or an antonym of the word underlined in each sentence in the sense it is used.1. Synonym: stare (watch, look)2. Synonym: live (reside, inhabit, lodge, stay)3. Synonym: sway4. Synonym: satire (sarcasm, derision, ridicule)5. Antonym: tense (nervous, stressed, anxious)6. Synonym: remarkable (extraordinary, notable, striking)7. Antonym: desirable (pleasant, agreeable)8. Synonym: stretch (extend)VI. Explain the meaning of the underlined part in each sentence.1. location2. praises3. much4. Supporting5. usually6. bring togetherGrammar exercisesI. Make comments on the following situations, using the words and structures given.1. you have enjoyed it2. she needs a good rest3. you have had a good time4. someone has / had smoked in here5. I had run a marathon6. Susan isn't coming7. he were an old man8. the world were coming to an endII. Complete the following sentences according to the situations given in italics.1. I were/was a child2. it happened only yesterday3. she knew everything4. to let the painful memories pass5. awakened from some dream6. searching for something7. she were the Queen8. he were a patientIII. M atch the sentences or sentence fragments in Column A with those in Column B. 1. J 2. D 3. B 4. A 5. G6. H7. E8. F9. I 10. CIV. Rewrite the following sentences, putting as many words as possible in the plural with other necessary changes.1. Apes are the animals nearest to men in appearance.2. These articles are well written, but there is still room for improvement.3. Crises often occur in the best-regulated families.4. The passers-by stopped and put their hands into their trouser pockets.5. Traffic accidents often occur at crossroads.6. Telephones are a necessity in the modern world.7. The storms did great damage to the crops.8. We have a very high opinion of the old professors.V. Fill in the blanks with is or are.1. are2. is3. are / is4. is5. is / are6. is / are7. are 8. IsVI. Make sentences of your own after the sentences given below, keeping the underlined structures in your sentences.(Reference version)1. When she came in from the rainstorm, she looked as though she had just taken a shower with her clothes on.2. Diana stood motionless at the end of the diving board, hands at her sides, heels slightly raised, every muscle anticipating action.Translation exercisesI. Translate the following sentences into Chinese.1. 这让他看上去像一盘盆景，树根和树枝都被修剪掉了，一棵大树只剩下矮小的树干。

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She seems quite peaceful in face of her own death. She seems to accept death as something she is destined to do.
2. Why does she have such an attitude?
Structural analysis Rhetorical features
This text is a piece of chronological narration about an amputee, a difficult and only semi-communicative patient who floundered in his last days in agony and depression and eventually died.
Audiovisual supplement Cultural information
2. Complicated Grief Complicated grief is not common in amputee
patients, however its symptoms are more harmful, which include severe isolation, violent behavior, suicidal ideation, workaholic behavior, severe or prolonged depression, nightmares, and avoiding reminders of the amputation. It is urgent for the amputees with these symptoms to seek appropriate professional medical treatment.

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UNIT 8 THE DISCUS THROWERWords and Expressionsspy: v. noticeCollocation:spy on:secretly or furtively observe sb. or sth.e.g.The children loved spying on the grownups.Blank filling:The US. government the movements of the terrorists since 9.11. (Answer: has been spying on)stance: n.an attitude or view about an issue that you state clearlyCollocation: stance on/toward/againste.g.Tell us what your stance is on capital punishment.furtive:a.done on the sly or in a sneaky waye.g.The thief gave a furtive glance at the defense attorney when the judge read the charges.Synonym:secret, stealthy, covert, clandestine, surreptitious, underhand Comparison:Secret is the most general.e.g.a desk with a secret compartment; secret negotiationsStealthy suggests quiet, cautious deceptiveness intended to escape notice.e.g.Paul heard stealthy footsteps on the stairs.Covert describes something that is concealed or disguisede.g. Every measure, both overt and covert, is being taken against terrorists. Clandestine (a.&n.) implies stealth and secrecy for the concealment of an often illegal or improper purposee.g.clandestine intelligence operationsFurtive suggests the slyness, shiftiness, and evasiveness of a thief.e.g.Chris kept stealing furtive glances at me.Surreptitious is stealthy, furtive, and often unseemly or unethical.e.g.His surreptitious behavior naturally aroused suspicion.Underhand implies unfairness, deceit, or slyness as well as secrecy.e.g.He’s a gentleman and wou ld never say anything underhand about me.frosted:a.covered with frost or something like froste.g. a frosted windowfrosted glassfrosted blue eyesbonsai:n.an ornamental tree of shrub grown in a pot and artificially prevented from reaching its normal sizedwarf:n. & a. (of) sth. or sb. much shorter than the normale.g.dwarf tree, plant, animalv.to cause to appear small by comparisone.g.Together these two big men dwarfed the tiny Broadway office. buildings dwarfedby the surrounding hillsfacsimile:n.an exact copy of sth., especially a book or documente.g.He spread out several facsimile weather charts.prop (up): v.support by placing against sth. solid or rigid; shore upe.g.Try to prop up the tent with the branch from the tree.He can’t always expect his colleagues to prop him up.to prop up a new regime扶植一个新政权cup:v.support or hold sth. with the hands that are curved like a dishe.g.He cupped her chin in the palm of his hand.Make a sentence with the following key words: kneel, cup, hand, river water. Answer: David knelt, cupped his hands and splashed river water onto his face.swing: v. (swung, swung) move sth. from side to sidee.g. A large pendulum swung back and forth inside the grandfather clock.His mood swings between elation and despair.probe:v.physically explore or examine sth. with the hands or an instrumente.g.Detectives questioned him for hours, probing for any inconsistencies in his story. Collocation:probe in/intoe.g.The official enquiry will probe into alleged corruption within the Defence Ministry.They probed in/into the mud with a special drill, looking for a long-buried shipwreck.heft: v. lift or hold sth. in order to test its weighte.g.I watched him heft the heavy sack onto his shoulder.accomplice:n.sb. who helps another person to do sth. illegal or wronge.g.He is suspected as an accomplice of the murder.Derivation:complicity:n. (formal) the act of taking part with another person in a crimee.g. complicity in a crimeConfusing words:accomplice, accomplishgo/make one’s rounds(1) deliver mail door to door; go round (esp. a hospital ward); inspecte.g.make/go the rounds of the wards（医院）查房(2) spreade.g. a paragraph going the rounds of various journalsWar rumors are going the rounds.deseased: a. deade.g.flowers on the grave of deceased relativesthe deseased:(formal and legal) person(s) who has(have) recently diede.g.The deceased was a highly respected member of the farming community. Confusing words:deceased, diseased。

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Unit 8 The Discus ThrowerKey to the ExercisesText comprehensionI . Decide which of the following best states the author's purpose of writing.CII. Judge, according to the text, whether the following statements are true or false.1. F (Refer to Paragraph 1.)2. F (Refer to Paragraph 2. Here it is stated that the patient's skin is not brown from the sun, though it looks deeply tanned from a distance. Rather, his skin becomes reddish because he was in his last stage of life, that is, he was approaching death.)3. F (Refer to Paragraph 7. When the doctor offered his help, the patient remained silent for a long time, and then in real earnest he asked for a pair of shoes, hoping against hope that the doctor would make him a whole being again.)4. T (Refer to Paragraph 7.)III. A nswer the following questions.1. Refer to Paragraph 1. No, he doesn't. Instead, he finds the activity justifiable. For one thing, he thinks the activity is well-meant, i.e. he wants to collect more pathological evidence in order to give the patients more effective treatment. For another, his activity is not spying in the true sense, for the act is far from furtive.2. Refer to Paragraph 2. The fact that there are no get-well cards, no small, private caches of food and day-old flowers shows that he has been abandoned by his family and friends.3. Refer to Paragraph 7. As a blind man, he is restrained in activity. Now without legs he is completely confined to bed. Like a caged bird, he longs for freedom and dreams of going back to his career. Thus it is understandable why he repeatedly asks for shoes.4. Refer to Paragraphs 9?0. This is the way he expresses his wrath with the unfair fate. He is deprived of sight and now his legs. Deserted by society, he is left with very little. Indignant as he is, he can avenge himself upon nobody. What he can do is only to crash his plate against the wall to vent his anger and despair. Moreover, he would rather die ina stroke like the plate than linger in agony.5. Refer to Paragraph 11. The laughter is unique as is indicated in Paragraph 11. It comes both from the pleasure after revenge by crashing the plate and the hope to extricate himself from his agony by means of an abrupt death like the plate. Since freedom in this material world is impossible to him, he wishes to have it in the other world.IV. Explain in your own words the following sentences.1. "Yes, I am going down," he says, meaning literally that he is going down with the bed but metaphorically that his physical condition is going from bad to worse.2. The wild, relaxed laughter is a totally new sound in the world that nobody has ever heard. The joyful laughter could even give a promising future to cancer patients.3. The aide looks across at me, shaking her head to express her frustration and pursing her lips to signal her annoyance.Structural analysis of the textThis text can be divided into three parts. Part 1, i.e. Paragraph 1, serves as an introduction to the background of the story. Part 2, i.e. Paragraphs 2?3, describes the strange behaviour of a particular patient dubbed "the discus thrower" and his conflict with the health workers. Part 3, i.e. Paragraphs 14?5, tells the reader about the death of the patient. Here are the suggested headlines for the three parts: Part 1: Spying on Patients: a Habit of Mine; Part 2: Encounters with a Particular Patient; Part 3: The Death of the Patient.Rhetorical features of the text1. The questions he asks himself:Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance, that he might the more fully assemble evidence?Is he mute as well as blind?What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log?These questions call for no answer but they reveal the inner thoughts of the narrator. He seems to be trying to place himself in the position of the patient for a better understanding of the patient's psychology.2. The questions he asks in his dialogue with the patient:"How are you?""How do you feel?""Anything more I can do for you?"These questions help to show that the narrator is very patient with and responsible for his patient.Vocabulary exercisesI. Explain the underlined part in each sentence in your own words.1. reddish brown2. low-growing3. almost unbearable degree4. brings the spoon into light contact with5. visit the patientsII. Fill in the blank in each sentence with a word from the box in its appropriate form. 1. accomplice 2. probing3. furtive4. solid5. pruned6. acknowledging7. hefted 8. unwrappedIII. Fill in the blanks with the appropriate forms of the given words.1. peculiar2. impression3. dwellings4. delivery5. disinfectants6. assembly7. probings 8. awkwardlyIV. Choose the word or phrase that can replace the underlined part in each sentence without changing its original meaning.1. B2. A3. A4. C5. D6. C7. A8. AV. Give a synonym or an antonym of the word underlined in each sentence in the sense it is used.1. Synonym: stare (watch, look)2. Synonym: live (reside, inhabit, lodge, stay)3. Synonym: sway4. Synonym: satire (sarcasm, derision, ridicule)5. Antonym: tense (nervous, stressed, anxious)6. Synonym: remarkable (extraordinary, notable, striking)7. Antonym: desirable (pleasant, agreeable)8. Synonym: stretch (extend)VI. Explain the meaning of the underlined part in each sentence.1. location2. praises3. much4. Supporting5. usually6. bring togetherGrammar exercisesI. Make comments on the following situations, using the words and structures given.1. you have enjoyed it2. she needs a good rest3. you have had a good time4. someone has / had smoked in here5. I had run a marathon6. Susan isn't coming7. he were an old man8. the world were coming to an endII. Complete the following sentences according to the situations given in italics.1. I were/was a child2. it happened only yesterday3. she knew everything4. to let the painful memories pass5. awakened from some dream6. searching for something7. she were the Queen8. he were a patientIII. M atch the sentences or sentence fragments in Column A with those in Column B. 1. J 2. D 3. B 4. A 5. G6. H7. E8. F9. I 10. CIV. Rewrite the following sentences, putting as many words as possible in the plural with other necessary changes.1. Apes are the animals nearest to men in appearance.2. These articles are well written, but there is still room for improvement.3. Crises often occur in the best-regulated families.4. The passers-by stopped and put their hands into their trouser pockets.5. Traffic accidents often occur at crossroads.6. Telephones are a necessity in the modern world.7. The storms did great damage to the crops.8. We have a very high opinion of the old professors.V. Fill in the blanks with is or are.1. are2. is3. are / is4. is5. is / are6. is / are7. are 8. IsVI. Make sentences of your own after the sentences given below, keeping the underlined structures in your sentences.(Reference version)1. When she came in from the rainstorm, she looked as though she had just taken a shower with her clothes on.2. Diana stood motionless at the end of the diving board, hands at her sides, heels slightly raised, every muscle anticipating action.Translation exercisesI. Translate the following sentences into Chinese.1. 这让他看上去像一盘盆景，树根和树枝都被修剪掉了，一棵大树只剩下矮小的树干。

综英4 Unit8 the discus thrower

The deceased VS The dead
The deceased: the dead person(仅指死者一人） The dead: those who are dead(概括死者全体） Exercises: ________can never be raised up. ________of his family members in the accident was crushing blow to him.
What do you think of the ending of the story?
Tip: And, finally, the image of the very clean and very white wall is ironic because we expect "very clean and very white" to be a good thing in a hospital; in this case, however, "very clean and very white" is a bad thing, for it means that our hero, Patient 542, has died.
There be 句型 Exercise: There ____an English evening next Sunday. A. will have B. is to have C. will be D. is going to be
Nothing. It’s a blessing, she says.
The head nurse report to me that Room 542 is deceased. (1)Metonymy[mɪ'tɒnɪmɪ] :the act of refering to sth by the name of sth else that is closely connected with it. So use Room 542 for the patient in the Room 542. (2)Silmily:And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the window of a snowbound cottage. ['kɔtidʒ]

book 4 unit8 The Discus Thrower解读

4.…he cups his right thigh in both hands. …he holds his right thigh with his hands curved like a dish.

cup: support or hold something with the hands that are curved like a dish He cupped his chin in the palm of his hand. David knelt, cupped his hands and splashed river water onto his face.

The nurse bathed the wound with disinfectant water.

8. blink v. The TV announcer never seems to blink. 这个电视广播员似乎从来都不眨眼。

The lights were blinking on the horizon. 灯光在地平线上闪烁着。 blink away tears
e.g. 1) A large pendulum swung back and forth inside the big clock. 2) The truck driver swung himself up into the driver’s seat.

7. disinfectant n./adj. This disinfectant kills most germs.

3. And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage.

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❖ 2. dignified: having or showing a composed or serious manner that is worthy of respect
❖ 1. tan: v. cause sb’s skin to become brown and or browner
❖ We lie in the sunshine for hours, getting a tan. (n.)
❖ The westerners like going to the beaches to get tanned on holidays.
❖ 13. heft: lift or hold (something) in order to test its weight
❖ e.g. I hefted a suitcase.
❖ 14. I see that we are to be accomplices. ❖ I see that I have to help the aide feed the
❖ He cupped his chin in the palm of his hand. ❖ David knelt, cupped his hands and
splashed river water onto his face.
❖ 5. cache n. a secret store of valuables or money
❖ 3) I know there’s danger ahead, but I am all the more set on driving forward.
❖ 3. furtive: attempting to avoid notice or attention; secretive

综合英语4 Unit8.The Discus Thrower

The narrator tells about one of his unique habits of “spying on” the patient and justifies himself for the sake of better medical treatment.
Text Analysis
Unit 8
The Discus Thrower
Learning Objectives
Grasp the author’s purpose of writing and get familiar with the structure of Text 1 by intensive reading.
Paraphrase all the difficult sentences in Text 1.
Content
Pre-reading questions/ dicussion Structural analysis Language work Text analysis Rhetorical devices (figures of speech) Exercises
Pre-reading questions
3) I know there’s danger ahead, but I am all the more set on driving forward.
furtive: attempting to avoid notice or attention; secretive
e.g. 1) I saw him cast a furtive glance at the woman at the table to his right.
Read between the lines

Unit 8 The Discus Thrower Teaching plan综合教程四

UNIT 8 THE DISCUS THROWERTeaching Objectives1)M aster the following key words and expressions: spy on, furtive, dwarf, no wonder…,in time.2)Master the use of subjunctive mood.3)Analyze the structure and rhetorical features of the text and get the message of thetext.4)Be able to discuss the attitude one may take in front of a difficult condition.Warming up discussions1)What do you think this text is about?2)How do you think a dying man will most probably behave?Cultural backgroundThe Psychological Aspects of AmputationRegardless of the cause of the amputation, an amputee will probably go through basically the same psychological stages. Some may go through the grieving process in a short time, while others will suffer several months. However, it is important that one acknowledge and understand the process as he is going through each stage, for it possibly helps him to survive psychologically.1.The Five Stages of the Grieving Process●DenialPeople who go through traumatic amputations usually experience Denial, but normally those who have had surgical amputations will not experience it.●AngerOften people will blame God, the doctor, or others for their loss.●BargainingIn this stage, patients may attempt to postpone the reality of amputation, and most patients will try to bargain with their doctor or through a higher authority such as a religious figure.●DepressionIn this stage, anger is taken place by depression. This is probably the most complicated stage of grief, but it too will disappear. Common symptoms include sleeping either too much or too little, negative feelings about the environment and the future, feelings of hopelessness, and talking about death.●Acceptance and HopeEventually, the amputee will come to terms with his loss and start living again. This is more easily achieved if he has a visit from a peer counselor who has been through thisentire process and can give him some advice.2. Complicated GriefComplicated grief is not common in amputee patients, however its symptoms are more harmful, which include severe isolation, violent behavior, suicidal ideation, workaholic behavior, severe or prolonged depression, nightmares, and avoiding reminders of the amputation. It is urgent for the amputees with these symptoms to seek appropriate professional medical treatment.Text ITHE DISCUS THROWERRichard SelzerGlobal ReadingI. Structural analysis of the textThis text is a piece of chronological narration about an amputee, a difficult and only semi-communicative patient who floundered in his last days in agony and depression and eventually died.The text can be divided into three parts:Part I (Paragraph 1):This part serves as an introduction to the background of the story.Part II (Paragraphs 2 – 13): This part describes the strange behavior of a particular patient dubbed the “discus thrower” and his conflict with health workers.Part III (Paragraphs 14 – 15): The last part tells the readers about the patient‟s death.This narration also poses interesting challenges: what to think of this man, how to understand him, and how to treat him? Clearly the man‟s enigmatic speech and action are saying something, and Selzer suggests that few are listening. The story offers no answer, but it suggests that the kind of sympathy the narrator develops through watching the patient (though not expressed) is a good start. The patient‟s provocative behavior and the story‟s openness make it a good point of departure for a discussion.II. Rhetorical features of the textA notable feature of this text is the extensive use of questions on the part of the narrator. He asks questions in his dialogue with the patient, and he also asks himself questions.First look at the questions he asks himself:For example:1. Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance that hemight take for the more fully assemble evidence? (Paragraph 1).2. Is he mute as well as blind? (Paragraph 3)3. What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log? (Paragraph 6)These questions call for no answer but they reveal the inner thoughts of the narrator. He seems to be trying to place himself in the position of the patient to feel a better understanding of the patient‟s psychology.Now look at the questions he asks in his dialogue with the patient:For example:1. How are you? (Paragraph 5)2. How do you feel? (Paragraph 5)3. Anything more I can do for you? (Paragraph 7)All these questions help to show that the doctor is very patient with and, responsible for his patient.Detailed ReadingQuestions:1. Does the doctor feel guilty of spying on his patients? Why or why not? (Paragraph 1) Answer: No, he doesn‟t. Instead, he finds the activity justifiable. For one thing, he thinks the activity is well-meant, i.e. he wants to collect more pathological evidence in order to give the patients more effective treatment. For another, his activity is not spying in the true sense, for the act is far from furtive.2. How would you account for the possessions in Room 542? (Paragraph 4)Answer: The fact that there are no get-well cards, no small, private caches of food and day-old flowers shows that he has been abandoned by his family and friends.3. Why does the patient ask for shoes time and again? (Paragraphs 7)Answer: As a blind man, he is restrained in activity. Now without legs he is completely confined to bed. Like a caged bird, he longs for freedom and dreams of going back to his career. Thus it is understandable why he repeatedly asks for shoes.4. Why does the patient throw his plate? (Paragraphs 9－10)Answer: This is the way he expresses his wrath with the unfair fate. He is deprived of sight and now his legs. Deserted by society, he is left with very little. Indignant as he is, he can avenge himself upon nobody. What he can do is only to crash his plate against the wall to vent his anger and despair. Moreover, he would rather die in a stroke like the plate than linger in agony.5. What kind of laughter does the patient give? (Paragraph 11)Answer: The laughter is unique as is indicated in Paragraph 11. It comes both from the pleasure after revenge by crashing the plate and the hope to extricate himself from his agony by means of an abrupt death like the plate. Since freedom in this material world is impossible to him, he wishes to have it in the other world.Text IIA RAGE AGAINST DYING1Stanley L. EnglebardtLead-in QuestionWhat are the possible emotions involving death?a.griefb.angerc.panicd.relaxationMain ideaOne day in 1981, Sian Evens was caught in a fire caused by the spilled gasoline from a gas tank in a kitchen and became seriously injured. She suffered third-degree burns, which means about 40 percent of her body was burned. Her father rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the message and stayed by her side as long as he was permitted. During his visits he tried to help her regain consciousness by playing music tapes and encourage her to live on by one-sided conversa tion. As well as Sian‟s great efforts, her father‟s deep love and great patience contributed immensely to her physical and mental recovery.Notes1. About the text ― This text is an abridged version of an article with the same title which appears in Reader’s Digest August 1994.2. I.V. tubes(Paragraph 11) ― intravenous tubes3. Not if I can help it, ... (Paragraph 14) ― She will not give up if I can help it, ...4. Byron(Paragraph 14) ― Lord George Gordon Byron (1788－1824), British poet5. Keats (Paragraph 14) ― John Keats (1795－1821), British poet.6. Shelley(Paragraph 14) ― Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792－1822), British poet.7. Dylan Thomas(Paragraph 14) ― British poet (1913－1953).8. Do not go gentle into that good night … Rage, rage against the dying of the light.(Paragraph 14) ― This is taken from Dylan Thomas‟ poem Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night. This poem is the poet‟s address to his dying father and its themeis that one should go violently, not gently, to one‟s death. The whole text reads: Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way.Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.9. down (Paragrap h 19) ― fine soft hair or feathers10. showing her old mettle (Paragraph 23) ― display her ability or determinationAdditional notes1.hung out at the houses of several friends(Paragraph 1) ― spent time at thehouses of several friends2.Her eyelids and nostrils were swollen shut(Paragraph 9) ― Her eyelids andnostrils were so swollen that they couldn‟t open.3.She couldn’t even blink acknowledgement with her swollen eyes.(Paragraph 16) ― She couldn‟t even express her recognition and understanding by blinking her swollen eyes.Questions for discussion1. What happened to Sian when she was 17?2. How serious was her case?3. How did her father try to help her get through?4. Imagine what Sian would do after she was well enough to move around.Key to Questions for discussion1. She was caught in a fire caused by the spilled gasoline from a gas tank in a kitchen andbecame seriously injured.2. She suffered third-degree burns, which means about 40 percent of her body wasburned. As the text tells us, these burns penetrated deep into her muscles, blood vessels and nerves. Most of the wounds were concentrated on her face, neck, hands and upper body. Her scorched eyelids and nostrils were swollen shut, her lips were blackened and puffy and her right ear was charred. Blood and fluids were seeping from her body.3. Her father rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the message and stayed by her sideas long as he was allowed. During his visits he tried to help her regain consciousness by playing music tapes and encourage her to live on by one-sided conversation. His deep love and great patience contributed immensely to her daughter‟s physical and mental recovery.4. There could have been many options and possibilities for Sian to choose from. But hereis what really happened to her after she left hospital: She attended university and studied biology; she got interested in medicine and finally became a surgeon in a hospital!Memorable quotesIt hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.－Henry FieldingHenry Fielding (1707－1754) was an English novelist and dramatist known for his rich earthy humour and satirical prowess, and as the author of the novel Tom Jones.To die: －to sleep:No more; and, by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, …tis a consummationDevoutly to be wished.－William ShakespeareWilliam Shakespeare(1564－1616) was an English poet and playwright, widelyregarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world‟s pre-eminent dramatist.He is often called England‟s national poet and the “Bard of Avon”. His surviving works, including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.Questions for discussion:1)Why is dying possibly more terrible than death itself?2)What do you think of the comparison between death and sleep?Guidance1)Suggestion: Dying is more terrible than death because death is far away while dying isat hand.2)Suggestion: Smart comparison. Differences do exist, however. Temporary or eternal.Dream or dreamless. To wake or not to wake any more.。

(完整版)Unit8TheDiscusThrower习题答案综合教程四(2)

Unit 8 The Discus ThrowerKey to the ExercisesText comprehensionI . Decide which of the following best states the author's purpose of writing.CII. Judge, according to the text, whether the following statements are true or false.1. F (Refer to Paragraph 1.)2. F (Refer to Paragraph 2. Here it is stated that the patient's skin is not brown from the sun, though it looks deeply tanned from a distance. Rather, his skin becomes reddish because he was in his last stage of life, that is, he was approaching death.)3. F (Refer to Paragraph 7. When the doctor offered his help, the patient remained silent for a long time, and then in real earnest he asked for a pair of shoes, hoping against hope that the doctor would make him a whole being again.)4. T (Refer to Paragraph 7.)III. A nswer the following questions.1. Refer to Paragraph 1. No, he doesn't. Instead, he finds the activity justifiable. For one thing, he thinks the activity is well-meant, i.e. he wants to collect more pathological evidence in order to give the patients more effective treatment. For another, his activity is not spying in the true sense, for the act is far from furtive.2. Refer to Paragraph 2. The fact that there are no get-well cards, no small, private caches of food and day-old flowers shows that he has been abandoned by his family and friends.3. Refer to Paragraph 7. As a blind man, he is restrained in activity. Now without legs he is completely confined to bed. Like a caged bird, he longs for freedom and dreams of going back to his career. Thus it is understandable why he repeatedly asks for shoes.4. Refer to Paragraphs 9?0. This is the way he expresses his wrath with the unfair fate. He is deprived of sight and now his legs. Deserted by society, he is left with very little. Indignant as he is, he can avenge himself upon nobody. What he can do is only to crash his plate against the wall to vent his anger and despair. Moreover, he would rather die ina stroke like the plate than linger in agony.5. Refer to Paragraph 11. The laughter is unique as is indicated in Paragraph 11. It comes both from the pleasure after revenge by crashing the plate and the hope to extricate himself from his agony by means of an abrupt death like the plate. Since freedom in this material world is impossible to him, he wishes to have it in the other world.IV. Explain in your own words the following sentences.1. "Yes, I am going down," he says, meaning literally that he is going down with the bed but metaphorically that his physical condition is going from bad to worse.2. The wild, relaxed laughter is a totally new sound in the world that nobody has ever heard. The joyful laughter could even give a promising future to cancer patients.3. The aide looks across at me, shaking her head to express her frustration and pursing her lips to signal her annoyance.Structural analysis of the textThis text can be divided into three parts. Part 1, i.e. Paragraph 1, serves as an introduction to the background of the story. Part 2, i.e. Paragraphs 2?3, describes the strange behaviour of a particular patient dubbed "the discus thrower" and his conflict with the health workers. Part 3, i.e. Paragraphs 14?5, tells the reader about the death of the patient. Here are the suggested headlines for the three parts: Part 1: Spying on Patients: a Habit of Mine; Part 2: Encounters with a Particular Patient; Part 3: The Death of the Patient.Rhetorical features of the text1. The questions he asks himself:Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance, that he might the more fully assemble evidence?Is he mute as well as blind?What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log?These questions call for no answer but they reveal the inner thoughts of the narrator. He seems to be trying to place himself in the position of the patient for a better understanding of the patient's psychology.2. The questions he asks in his dialogue with the patient:"How are you?""How do you feel?""Anything more I can do for you?"These questions help to show that the narrator is very patient with and responsible for his patient.Vocabulary exercisesI. Explain the underlined part in each sentence in your own words.1. reddish brown2. low-growing3. almost unbearable degree4. brings the spoon into light contact with5. visit the patientsII. Fill in the blank in each sentence with a word from the box in its appropriate form. 1. accomplice 2. probing3. furtive4. solid5. pruned6. acknowledging7. hefted 8. unwrappedIII. Fill in the blanks with the appropriate forms of the given words.1. peculiar2. impression3. dwellings4. delivery5. disinfectants6. assembly7. probings 8. awkwardlyIV. Choose the word or phrase that can replace the underlined part in each sentence without changing its original meaning.1. B2. A3. A4. C5. D6. C7. A8. AV. Give a synonym or an antonym of the word underlined in each sentence in the sense it is used.1. Synonym: stare (watch, look)2. Synonym: live (reside, inhabit, lodge, stay)3. Synonym: sway4. Synonym: satire (sarcasm, derision, ridicule)5. Antonym: tense (nervous, stressed, anxious)6. Synonym: remarkable (extraordinary, notable, striking)7. Antonym: desirable (pleasant, agreeable)8. Synonym: stretch (extend)VI. Explain the meaning of the underlined part in each sentence.1. location2. praises3. much4. Supporting5. usually6. bring togetherGrammar exercisesI. Make comments on the following situations, using the words and structures given.1. you have enjoyed it2. she needs a good rest3. you have had a good time4. someone has / had smoked in here5. I had run a marathon6. Susan isn't coming7. he were an old man8. the world were coming to an endII. Complete the following sentences according to the situations given in italics.1. I were/was a child2. it happened only yesterday3. she knew everything4. to let the painful memories pass5. awakened from some dream6. searching for something7. she were the Queen8. he were a patientIII. M atch the sentences or sentence fragments in Column A with those in Column B. 1. J 2. D 3. B 4. A 5. G6. H7. E8. F9. I 10. CIV. Rewrite the following sentences, putting as many words as possible in the plural with other necessary changes.1. Apes are the animals nearest to men in appearance.2. These articles are well written, but there is still room for improvement.3. Crises often occur in the best-regulated families.4. The passers-by stopped and put their hands into their trouser pockets.5. Traffic accidents often occur at crossroads.6. Telephones are a necessity in the modern world.7. The storms did great damage to the crops.8. We have a very high opinion of the old professors.V. Fill in the blanks with is or are.1. are2. is3. are / is4. is5. is / are6. is / are7. are 8. IsVI. Make sentences of your own after the sentences given below, keeping the underlined structures in your sentences.(Reference version)1. When she came in from the rainstorm, she looked as though she had just taken a shower with her clothes on.2. Diana stood motionless at the end of the diving board, hands at her sides, heels slightly raised, every muscle anticipating action.Translation exercisesI. Translate the following sentences into Chinese.1. 这让他看上去像一盘盆景，树根和树枝都被修剪掉了，一棵大树只剩下矮小的树干。

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Audiovisual supplement Cultural information
2. Complicated Grief Complicated grief is not common in amputee
patients, however its symptoms are more harmful, which include severe isolation, violent behavior, suicidal ideation, workaholic behavior, severe or prolonged depression, nightmares, and avoiding reminders of the amputation. It is urgent for the amputees with these symptoms to seek appropriate professional medical treatment.
The text can be divided into three parts:
Part I (Paragraph 1): This part serves as an introduction to the background of the story.
Part II (Paragraphs 2 — 13): This part describes the strange behavior of a particular patient dubbed the “discus thrower” and his conflict with health workers.
Structural analysis Rhetorical features

(完整word版)Unit 8 The Discus Thrower课文翻译综合教程四

Unit 8The Discus ThrowerRichard Selzer1 I spy on my patients. Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any meansand from any stance that he might take for the more fully assemble evidence? So I stand in the doorways of hospital rooms and gaze. Oh, it is not all that furtive an act.Those in bed need only look up to discover me. But they never do.2 From the doorway of Room 542 the man in the bed seems deeply tanned. Blueeyes and close-cropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health.But I know that his skin is not brown from the sun. It is rusted, rather, in the last stage of containing the vile repose within. And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage. This man is blind. This man is also legless ― the right leg missing from midthigh down, the left from just below the knee.It gives him the look of a bonsai, roots and branches pruned into the dwarfed facsimile of a great tree.3 Propped on pillows, he cups his right thigh in both hands. Now and then heshakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering. In all of this he makes no sound. Is he mute as well as blind?4 The room in which he dwells is empty of all possessions ― no get-well cards,small, private caches of food, day-old flowers, slippers, all the usual kickshaws of the sick room. There is only the bed, a chair, a nightstand, and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals.5 “What time is it?” he asks.“Three o’clock.”“Morning or afternoon?”“Afternoon.”He is silent. There is nothing else he wants to know.“How are you?” I say.“Who are you?” he asks.“It’s the doctor. How do you feel?”He does not answer right away.“Feel?” he says.“I hope you feel better,” I say.I press the button at the side of the bed.“Down you go,” I say.“Yes, down,” he says.6 He falls back upon the bed awkwardly. His stumps, unweighted by legs and feet,rise in the air, presenting themselves. I unwrap the bandages from the stumps, and begin to cut away the black scabs and the dead, glazed fat with scissors and forceps.A shard of white bone comes loose. I pick it away. I wash the wounds withdisinfectant and redress the stumps. All this while, he does not speak. What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log?7 He lies solid and inert. In spite of everything, he remains impressive, as thoughhe were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck.“Anything more I can do for you?” I ask.For a long moment he is silent.“Yes,” he says at last and without the least irony. “You can bring me a pair of shoes.”In the corridor, the head nurse is waiting for me.“We have to do something about him,” she says. “Every morning he orders scrambled eggs for breakfast, and, instead of eating them, he picks up the plate and throws it against the wall.”“Throws his plate?”“Nasty. That’s what he is. No wonder his family doesn’t come to visit. They probably can’t stand him any more than we can.”She is waiting for me to do something.“Well?”“We’ll see,” I say.8 The next morning I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers hisbreakfast. I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across his lap. She presses the button to raise the head of the bed. Then she leaves.9 In time the man reaches to find the rim of the tray, then on to find the dome ofthe covered dish. He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand. He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs. He lifts the plate in both hands, sets it on the palm of his right hand, centers it, balances it. He hefts it up and down slightly, getting the feel on it. Abruptly, he draws back his right arm as far as he can.10 There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed andthe small wet sound of the scrambled eggs dropping to the floor.11 And then he laughs. It is a sound you have never heard. It is something newunder the sun. It could cure cancer.Out in the corridor, the eyes of the head nurse narrow.“Laughed, did he?”She writes something down on her clipboard.12 A second aide arrives, brings a second breakfast tray, puts it on the nightstand,out of his reach. She looks over at me shaking her head and making her mouth go. I see that we are to be accomplices.13 “I’ve got to feed you,” she says to the man.“Oh, no, you don’t,” the man says.“Oh, yes, I do,” the aide says, “after the way you just did. Nurse says so.”“Get me my shoes,” the man says.“Here’s the oatmeal,” the aide says. “Open.” And she touches the spoon to his lower lip.“I ordered scrambled eggs,” says the man.“That’s right,” the aide says.I step forward.“Is there anything I can do?” I say.“Who are you?” the man asks.14 In the evening I go once more to that ward to make my rounds. The head nursereports to me that Room 542 is deceased. She has discovered this by accident, she says. No, there had been no sound. Nothing. It’s a ble ssing, she says.15 I go into his room, a spy looking for secrets. He is still there in his bed. His faceis relaxed, grave, dignified. After a while, I turn to leave. My gaze sweeps the wall at the foot of the bed, and I see the place where it has been repeatedly washed, where the wall looks very clean and white.掷铁饼者理查德·塞尔泽1 我窥探我的病人。