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现代大学英语精读3DiogenesandAlexander原文
现代大学英语精读3DiogenesandAlexander原文Diogenes and AlexanderLying on the bare earth, shoeless, bearded, half-naked, he looked like a beggar or a lunatic(神经病,疯子). He was one, but not the other. He had opened his eyes with the sun at dawn (拂晓), scratched, done his business like a dog at the roadside, washed at the public fountain, begged a piece of breakfast bread and a few olives, eaten them squatting on the ground, and washed them down with a few handfuls of water scooped from the spring. (Long ago he had owned a rough wooden cup, but he threw it away when he saw a boy drinking out of his hollowed hands.) Having no work to go to and no family to provide for, he was free. As the market place filled up with shoppers and merchants and slaves and foreigners, he had strolled through it for an hour or two. Everybody knew him, or knew of him. They would throw sharp questions at him and get sharper answers. Sometimes they threw bits of food, and got scant thanks; sometimes a mischievous pebble, and got a shower of stones and abuse(漫骂). They were not quite sure whether he was mad or not. He knew they were mad, each in a different way; they amused him. Now he was back at his home.It was not a house, not even a squatter's hut. He thought everybody lived far too elaborately, expensively, anxiously. What good is a house? No one needs privacy: natural acts are not shameful; we all do the same thing, and need not hide them. No one needs beds and chairs and such furniture: the animals live healthy lives and sleep on the ground. All we require, since nature did not dress us properly, is one garment to keep us warm, and some shelter from rain and wind. So he had one blanket—todress him in the daytime and cover him at night—and he slept in a cask. His name was Diogenes. He was the founder of the creed called Cynicism ; he spent much of his life in the rich, lazy, corrupt Greek city of Corinth, mocking and satirizing its people, and occasionally converting one of them.His home was not a barrel made of wood: too expensive. It was a storage jar made of earthenware, no doubt discarded because a break had made it useless. He was not the first to inhabit such a thing,But he was the first who ever did so by choice, out of principle.Diogenes was not a maniac(疯子). He was a philosopher who wrote plays and poems and essays expounding(解释) his doctrine; he talked to those who cared to listen; he had pupils who admired him. But he taught chiefly by example. All should live naturally, he said, for what is natural is normal and cannot possibly be evil or shameful. Live without conventions, which are artificial and false; escape complexities and extravagances: only so can you live a free life. The rich man believes he possesses his big house with its many rooms and its elaborate furniture, hisexpensive clothes, his horses and his servants and his bank accounts. He does not. He depends on them,he worried about them,he spends most of his energy looking after them;the thought of losing them makes him sick with anxiety.They process them,He is their slave. In order to procure a quantity of false, perishable goods he has sold the only true, lasting good, his own independence.There have been many men who grew tired of human society with its complications, and went away to live simply—on a small farm, in a quiet village, in a hermit's cave. Not so Diogenes. He was a missionary. His life's aim was clear to him: it was "torestamp the currency“ : to take theclean metal of human life, to erase the old false conventional markings, and to imprint it with its true values.The other great philosophers of the fourth century BC,such as Plato and Aristotle, taught mainly their own private pupils.But for Diogenes, laboratory and specimens and lecture halls and pupils were all to be found in a crowd of ordinary people. Therefore, he chose to live in Athens or Corinth, where travelers from all over the Mediterranean world constantly came and went. And, by design, he publicly behaved in such ways as to show people what real life was.He thought most people were only half-alive, most men only half-men. At bright noonday he walked through the market place carrying a lighted lamp and inspecting the face of everyone he met. They asked him why. Diogenes answered, "I am trying to find a man."To a gentleman whose servant was putting on his shoes for him, Diogenes said, "You won't be really happy until he wipes your nose for you: that will come after you lose the use of your hands."Once there was a warscare so serious that it stirred even the lazy, profit-happy Corinthians. They began to drill, clean their weapons, and rebuild their neglected fortifications. Diogenes took his old cask and began to roll it up and down, back and forward. "When you are all so busy," he said, "I felt I ought to do something!"And so he lived—like a dog, some said, because he cared nothing for conventions of society, and because he showed his teeth and barked at those he disliked. Now he was lying in the sunlight, contented and happy, happier than the Shah of Persia.Although he knew he was going to have an important visitor, he would not move.The little square began to fill with people. Page boys , soldiers,secretaries, officers, diplomats, they all gradually formed a circle centered around Diogenes. He looked them over as a sober man looks at a crowd of tottering drunks, and shook his head. He knew who they were. They were the servants of Alexander, the conqueror of Greece, the Macedonian king, who was visiting his newrealm.Only twenty, Alexander was far older and wiser than his years. Like all Macedonians he loved drinking, but he could usually handle it; and toward women he was nobly restrained and chivalrous. Like all Macedonians he loved fighting; he was a magnificent commander, but he was not merely a military automaton. He could think. At thirteen he had become a pupil of the greatest mind in Greece, Aristotle. who gave him the best of Greek culture. He taught Alexander poetry; the young prince slept with the Iliad under his pillow and longed to emulate Achilles, who brought the mighty power of Asia to ruin. He taught him philosophy, in particular the shapes and uses of political power and he taught him the principles of scientific research, and shipped hundreds of zoological specimens back to Greece for study. Indeed, it was from Aristotle that Alexander learned to seek out everything strange which might be instructive.Now, Alexander was in Corinth to take command of the League of Greek States whichhis father Philip created. He was welcomed and honored and flattered. He was the man of the hour,of the century; he was unanimously appointed commander-in-chief of a new expedition against old, rich, corrupt Asia. Nearlyeveryone crowded to Corinth in order to congratulate him, to seek employment with him.Only Diogenes, although he lived in Corinth, did not visit the new monarch. With that generosity which Aristotle had taught him, Alexander determined to call upon Diogenes.With his handsome face, his fiery glance, his strong supple body, his purple and gold cloak, and his air of destiny, he moved through the parting crowd, toward the Dog's kennel. When a king approaches, all rise in respect. Diogenes merely sat up on one elbow. When a monarch enters a place, all greet him with a bow or an acclamation. Diogenes said nothing.There was a silence. Alexander spoke first, with a kindly greeting. Looking at the poor broken cask, the single ragged garment, and the rough figure lying on the ground, he said, "Is there anything I can do for you, Diogenes?""Yes," said the Dog. "Stand to one side. You're blocking the sunlight."There was an amazed silence. Slowly, Alexander turned away.A titter broke out from the elegant Greeks. The Macedonian officers, after deciding that Diogenes was not worth the trouble of kicking, were starting to guffaw and nudge one another. Alexander was still silent. To those nearest him he said quietly, "If I were not Alexander, I should be Diogenes." They took it as a paradox.But Alexander meant it. He understood Cynicism as the others could not.He was what Diogenes called himself, a "citizen of the world." Like Diogenes, he admired the heroic figure of Hercules, who labored to help mankind while all others toiled and sweated only for themselves. He knew that of all men then alive in the world only Alexander the conqueror and Diogenes the beggar were free.。
A_Woman_on_a_Roof
By Doris Lessing (1919--) (1919--)
June 8, 2010
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An Overview
The dialectic structure of nearly all of Lessing’s British stories, where each protagonist comes into conflict with a self-defining force. The collective forces in Lessing's British stories fall into five categories: sexuality, role crisis, politics, history, and social ills. In "A Woman on a Roof," both sexuality and role crisis are central motifs.
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While repairing a roof during a scorching heat wave, three workmen spot an attractive woman sunbathing on a neighboring roof: Tom is 17 years old, shy, and impressionable; Stanley has recently married and is both shocked and attracted by the woman's nakedness; Harry, who is married and has a son about Tom's age, is 45 years old, tolerant and practical-minded. practical3
A woman on a roof英语原文
A woman on a roofIt was during the week of hot sun，that June. Three men were at work on the roof，where the leads got so hot they had the idea of throwing water on to cool them. But the water steamed，then sizzled；and they make jokes about getting an egg from some woman in the flats under the flats under them，to poach it for their dinner. By two it was not possible to touch the guttering they were replacing，and they speculated about what workmen did in regularly hot countries. Perhaps they should borrow kitchen gloves with the egg? They were all a bit dizzy，not used to the heat；and they shed their coats and stood side by side squeezing themselves into a foot wide patch of shade against a chimney，careful to keep their feet in the thick socks and boots out of the sun. There was a fine view across several acres of roofs. Not far off a man sat in a deck chair reading the newspapers. Then they saw her，between chimneys，about fifty yards away. She lay face down on a brown blanket. They could see the top part of her：black hair，a flushed solid back，arms spread out. “She’s stark naked，” said Stanley，sounding annoyed.Harry，the oldest，a man of about forty-five，said：“Looks like it.”Young Tom，seventeen，said nothing，but he was excited and grinning. Stanley said：“Someone’ll report her if she doesn’t watch out.” “She thinks no one can see，” said Tom，craning his head all ways to see more.At this point the woman，still lying prone，brought her two hands up behind her shoulders with the ends of a scarf in them，tied it behind her back，and sat up. She wore a red scarf tied around her breasts and brief red bikini pants. This being the first day of the sun she was white，flushing red. She sat smoking，and did not look up when Stanley let out a wolf whistle . Harry said：“Small th ings amuse small minds，” leading the way back to their part of the roof，but it was scorching . Harry said：“Wait，I’m going to rig up some shade，” and disappeared down the skylight into the building. Now that he’d gone，Stanley and Tom went to the farthest point they could to peer at the woman. She had moved，and all they could see were two pink legs stretched on the blanket. They whistled and shouted but the legs did not move. Harry came back with a blanket and shouted：“Come on，then.” He sounded irritated with them. They clambered back to him and he said to Stanley：“What about your missus?” Stanley was newly married，about three months. Stanley said，jeering：“What about my missus?” -- preserving his independence. Tom said nothing，but his mind was full of the nearly naked woman. Harry slung the blanket，which he had borrowed from a friendly woman downstairs，from the stem of a television aerial to a row of chimney-pots. This shade fell across the piece of gutter they had to replace. But the shade kept moving，they had to adjust the blanket，and not much progress was made. At last some of the heat left the roof，and they worked fast，making upfor lost time. First Stanley，then Tom，made a trip to the end of the roof to see the woman. “She’s on her back，” Stanley said，adding a jest which made Tom snicker，and the older man smile tolerantly. Tom’s report was that she hadn’t moved，but it was a lie. He wanted to keep what he had seen to himself：he had caught her in the act of rolling down the little red pants over her hips，till they were no more than a small triangle. She was on her back，fully visible，glistening with oil.Next morning，as soon as they came up，they went to look. She was already there，face down，arms spread out，naked except for the little red pants. She had turned brown in the night. Yesterday she was a scarlet-and-white woman，today she was a brown woman. Stanley let out a whistle. She lifted her head，startled，as if she’d been asleep，and looked straight over at them. The sun was in her eyes，she blinked and stared，then she dropped her head again. At this gesture of indifference，they all three，Stanley，Tom and old Harry，let out whistles and yells. Harry was doing it in parody of the younger men，making fun of them，but he was also angry. They were all angry because of her utter indifference to the three men watching her. “Bitch，” said Stanley.“She should ask us over，” said Tom，snickering.Harry recovered himself and reminded Stanley：“If she’s married，her old man wouldn’t like that.”“Christ，” said Stanley virtuously，“if my wife lay about like that，for everyone to see，I’d soon stop her.”Harry said，smiling：“How do you know，perhaps she’s sunning herself at this very moment?”“Not a chance，not on our roof.” The safety of his wife put Stanley into a good humor，and they went to work. But today it was hotter than yesterday；and several times one or the other suggested they should tell Matthew，the foreman， and ask to leave the roof until the heat wave was over. But they didn’t. There was work to be done in the basement of t he big block of flats，but up here they felt free，on a different level from ordinary humanity shut in the streets or the buildings. A lot more people came out on to the roofs that day，for an hour at midday. Some married couples sat side by side in deck chairs，the women’s legs stockingless and scarlet，the men in vests with reddening shoulders.The woman stayed on her blanket，turning herself over and over. She ignored them，no matter what they did. When Harry went off to fetch more screws，Stanley said：“Come on.” Her roof belonged to a different system of roofs，separated from theirs at one point by about twenty feet. It meant a scrambling climb from one level to another，edging along parapet s，clinging to chimneys，while their big boots slipped and hered slithered，but at last they stood on a small square projecting roof looking straight down at her，close. She sat smoking，reading a book. Tom thought she looked like a poster，or a magazine cover，with the blue sky behind her and herlegs stretched out. Behind her a great crane at work on a new building in Oxford Street swung its black arm across roofs in a great arc. Tom imagined himself at work on the crane，adjusting the arm to swing over and pick her up and swing her back across the sky to drop her near him. They whistled. She looked up at them，cool and remote，then went on reading. Again，they were furious. Or，rather，Stanley was. His sun-heated face was screwed into a rage as he whistled again and again，trying to make her look up. Young Tom stopped whistling. He stood beside Stanley，excited，grinning；but he felt as if he were saying to the woman：Don’t associate me with him，for his grin was apologetic. Last night he had thought of the unknown woman before he slept，and she had been tender with him. This tenderness he was remembering as he shifted his feet by the jeering，whistling Stanley，and watched the indifferent，healthy brown woman a few feet off，with the gap that plunged to the street between them. Tom thought it was romantic，it was like being high on two hilltops. But there was a shout from Harry，and they clambered back. Stanley’s face was hard，really angry. The boy kept looking at him and wondered why he hated the woman so much，for by now he loved her.They played their little games with the blanket，trying to trap shade to work under；but again it was not until nearly four that they could work seriously，and they were exhausted，all three of them. They were grumbling about the weather by now. Stanley was in a thoroughly bad humor. When they made their routine trip to see the woman before they packed up for the day，she was apparently asleep，face down，her back all naked save for the scarlet triangle on her buttocks. “I’ve got a good mind to report her to the police，” said Stanley，and Harry said：“What’s eating you? What harm’s she doing?” “I tell you，if she was my wife!”“But she isn’t，is she?” Tom knew that Harry，like himself，was uneasy at Stanley’s reaction. He was normally a sharp young man，quick at his work，making a lot of jokes，good company.“Perhaps it will be cool er tomorrow，” said Harry.“But it wasn’t；it was hotter，if anything，and the weather forecast said the good weather would last. As soon as they were on the roof，Harry went over to see if the woman was there，and Tom knew it was to prevent Stanley going，to put off his bad humor. Harry had grownup children，a boy the same age as Tom，and the youth trusted and looked up to him. Harry came back and said：“She’s not there.”“I bet her old man has put his foot down，” said Stanley，and Harry and Tom caught each oth er’s eyes and smiled behind the young married man’s back.Harry suggested they should get permission to work in the basement，and they did，that day. But before packing up Stanley said：“Let’s have a breath of fresh air.” Again Harry and Tom smiled at each ot her as they followed Stanley up to the roof，Tom in the devout conviction that he wasthere to protect the woman from Stanley. It was about five-thirty，and a calm，full sunlight lay over the roofs. The great crane still swung its black arm from Oxford Street to above their heads. She was not there. Then there was a flutter of white from behind a parapet，and she stood up，in a belted，white dressing-gown. She had been there all day，probably，but on a different patch of roof，to hide from them. Stanley did not whistle；he said nothing，but watched the woman bend to collect papers，books，cigarettes，then fold the blanket over her arm. Tom was thinking：If they weren’t here，I’d go over and say ... what? But he knew from his nightly dreams of her that she was kind and friendly. Perhaps she would ask him down to her flat? Perhaps ... He stood watching her disappear down the skylight. As she went，Stanley let out a shrill derisive yell；she started，and it seemed as if she nearly fell. She clutched to save herself，they could hear things falling. She looked straight at them，angry. Harry said，facetiously：“Better be careful on those slippery ladders，love.” Tom knew he said it to save her from Stanley，but she could not know it. She vanished，frowning. Tom was full of a secret delight，because he knew her anger was for the others，not for him.“Roll on some rain，” said Stanley，bitter，looking at the blue evening sky.Next day was cloudless，and they decided to finish the work in the basement. They felt excluded，shut in the grey cement basement fitting pipes，from the holiday atmosphere of London in a heat wave. At lunchtime they came up for some air，but while the married couples，and the men in shirt-sleeves or vests，were there，she was not there，either on her usual patch of roof or where she had been yesterday. They all，even Harry，clambered about，between chimney-pots，over parapets，the hot leads stinging their fingers. There was not a sign of her. They took off their shirts and vests and exposed their chests，feeling their feet sweaty and hot. They did not mention the woman. But Tom felt alone again. Last night she had him into her flat：it was big and had fitted white carpets and a bed with a padded white leather head-board. She wore a black filmy negligee and her kindness to Tom thickened his throat as he remembered it. He felt she had betrayed him by not being there.And again after work they climbed up，but still there was nothing to be seen of her. Stanley kept repeating that if it was as hot as this tomorrow he wasn’t going to work and that’s all there was to it. But they were all there next day. By ten the temperature was in the middle seventies， and it was eighty long before noon. Harry went to the foreman to say it was impossible to work on the leads in that heat；but the foreman said there was nothing else he could put them on，and they’d have to. At midday they stood，silent，watching the skylight on her roof open，and then she slowly emerged in her white gown，holding a bundle of blanket. She looked at them，gravely，then went to the part of the roof where shewas hidden from them. Tom was pleased. He felt she was more his when the other men couldn’t see her. They had taken off their shirts and vests，but now they put them back again，for they felt the sun bruising their flesh. “She must have the hide of a rhino,” said Stanley，tugging at guttering and swearing. They stopped work，and sat in the shade，moving around behind chimney stacks. A woman came to water a yellow window box opposite them. She was middleaged，wearing a flowered summer dress. Stanley said to her：“We need a drink more than them.” She smiled and said：“Better drop down to the pub quick，it’ll be closing in a minute.” They exchanged pleasantries， and she left them with a smile and a wave. “Not like Lady Godiva，” said Stanley. ” She can give us a bit of a chat and a smile.”“You didn’t whistle a t her，” said Tom，reproving.“Listen to him，” said Stanley，“you didn’t whistle，then?”But the boy felt as if he hadn’t whistled，as if only Harry and Stanley had. He was making plans，when it was time to knock off work，to get left behind and somehow make his way over to the woman. The weather report said the hot spell was due to break， so he had to move quickly. But there was no chance of being left. The other two decided to knock off work at four，because they were exhausted. As they went down，Tom quickly climbed a parapet and hoisted himself higher by pulling his weight up a chimney. He caught a glimpse of her lying on her back，her knees up，eyes closed，a brown woman lolling in the sun. He slipped and clattered down，as Stanley looked for information：“She’s gone down，” he said. He felt as if he had protected her from Stanley，and that she must be grateful to him. He could feel the bond between the woman and himself.Next day，they stood around on the landing below the roof，reluctant to climb up into the heat. The woman who had lent Harry the blanket came out and offered them a cup of tea. They accepted gratefully，and sat around Mrs. Pritchett’s kitchen an hour or so，chatting. She was married to an airline pilot. A smart blonde，of about thirty，she had an eye for the handsome sharp-faced Stanley；and the two teased each other while Harry sat in a corner，watching，indulgent，though his expression reminded Stanley that he was married. And young Tom felt envious of Stanley’s ease in badinage； felt，too，that Stanley’s getting off with Mrs. Pritchett left his romance with the woman on the roof safe and intact.“I thought they said the heat wave’d break，” said Stanley，sullen，as the time approached when they really would have to climb up into the sunlight.“You don’t like it，then?” asked Mrs. Pritchett.“All right for some，” said Stanley. “Nothing to do but lie about as if it was a beach up there. Do you ever go up?”“Went up once，” said Mrs. Pritchett. “But it’s a dirty place up there，and it’s too hot.” “Quite ri ght too，” said Stanley.Then they went up，leaving the cool neat little flat and the friendly Mrs. Pritchett.As soon as they were up they saw her. The three men looked at her，resentful at her ease in this punishing sun. Then Harry said，because of the expression on Stanley’s face：“Come on，we’ve got to pretend to work，at least.”They had to wrench another length of guttering that ran beside a parapet out of its bed，so that they could replace it. Stanley took it in his two hands，tugged，swore，stood up. “F uck it，” he said，and sat down under a chimney. He lit a cigarette. “Fuck them，” he said. “What do they think we are，lizards? I’ve got blisters all over my hands.” Then he jumped up and climbed over the roofs and stood with his back to them. He put his fingers either side of his mouth and let out a shrill whistle. Tom and Harry squatted，not looking at each other，watching him. They could just see the woman’s head，the beginnings of her brown shoulders. Stanley whistled again. Then he began stamping with his feet，and whistled and yelled and screamed at the woman，his face getting scarlet. He seemed quite mad，as he stamped and whistled，while the woman did not move，she did not move a muscle.“Barmy，” said Tom.“Yes，” said Harry，disapproving.Suddenly the older man came to a decision. It was，Tom knew，to save some sort of scandal or real trouble over the woman. Harry stood up and began packing tools into a length of oily cloth. “Stanley，” he said，commanding. At first Stanley took no notice，but Harry said：“St anley，we’re packing it in，I’ll tell Matthew.”Stanley came back，cheeks mottled，eyes glaring.“Can’t go on like this，” said Harry. “It’ll break in a day or so. I’m going to tell Matthew we’ve got sunstroke，and if he doesn’t like it，it’s too bad.” Even H arry sounded aggrieved， Tom noted. The small，competent man，the family man with his grey hair，who was never at a loss，sounded really off balance. “Come on，” he said，angry. He fitted himself into the open square in the roof，and went down，watching his feet on the ladder. Then Stanley went，with not a glance at the woman. Then Tom，who，his throat beating with excitement，silently promised her on a backward glance：Wait for me，wait，I’m coming.On the pavement Stanley said：“I’m going home.” He looked white now，so perhaps he really did have sunstroke. Harry went off to find the foreman，who was at work on the plumbing of some flats down the street. Tom slipped back，not into the building they had been working on，but the building on whose roof the woman lay. He went straight up，no one stopping him. The skylight stood open，with an iron ladder leading up. He emerged on to the roof a couple of yards from her. She sat up，pushing back hair with both hands. The scarf across her breasts bound them tight，and brownflesh bulged around it. Her legs were brown and smooth. She stared at him in silence. The boy stood grinning，foolish，claiming the tenderness he expected from her.“What do you want?” she asked.“I ... I came to ... make your acquaintance，” he stammered，grinning，pleading with her.They looked at each other，the slight，scarlet-faced excited boy，and the serious，nearly naked woman. Then，without a word，she lay down on her brown blanket，ignoring him.“You like the sun，do you?” he enquired of her glistening back. Not a word. He felt panic，thinking of how she had held him in her arms，stroked his hair，brought him where he sat，lordly，in her bed，a glass of some exhilarating liquor he had never tasted in life. He felt that if he knelt down，stroked her shoulders，her hair，she would turn and clasp him in her arms.He said：“The sun’s all right for you，isn’t it?”She raised her head，set her chin on two small fists，“Go away，” she said. He did not move. “Listen，” she said，in a slow reasonable voice，where anger was kept in check，though with difficulty；looking at him，her face weary with anger，“if you get a kick out of seeing women in bikinis，why don’t you take a sixpenny bus ride to the Lido? You’d see dozens of them，without all this mountaineering.”She hadn’t understood him. He felt her unfairness pale him. He stammered：“But I like you，I’ve been watching you and ...”“Thanks，” she said，and dropped her face again，turned away from him.She lay there. He stood there. She said nothing. She had simply shut him out. He stood，saying nothing at all，for some minutes. He thought：She’ll have to say something if I stay. But the minutes went past，with no sign of them in her，except in the tension of her back，her thighs，her arms -- the tension of waiting for him to go.He looked up at the sky，where the sun seemed to spin in heat；and over the roofs where he and his mates had been earlier. He could see the heat quivering where they had worked. And they expect us to work in these conditions! he thought，filled with righteous indignation. The woman hadn’t moved. A bit of hot wind blew her black hair softly；it shone，and was iridescent. He remembered how he had stroked it last night. Resentment of her at last moved him off and away down the ladder，through the building，into the street. He got drunk then，in hatred of her.Next day when he woke the sky was grey. He looked at the wet grey and thought，vicious：Well，that’s fixed you，hasn’t it now? That’s fixed you good and proper.The three men were at work early on the cool leads，surrounded by dampdrizzling roofs where no one came to sun themselves，black roofs，slimy with rain. Because it was cool now，they would finish the job that day，if they hurried.。
跟女性有关的英文单词学习
woman：（n）女性，妇女；一般只成年女性。
复数形式：women；madwoman:（n）疯女人；she was like a madwoman。
她就像是个疯女人。
womanly:（adj）女性特有的，有女人味的；She looked more adult and womanly than she really was.她看起来比实际上更成熟，也更有女人味。
womanish:女子气的，品格上不适于本人性别的，尤指男性有女人气的。
He has a womanish manner.他举手投足像个女人。
horsewoman:女骑手，女骑士；She developed into an excellent horsewoman.她成为了一位出色的女骑手。
countrywoman:（n）农妇，村姑womankind:（n）女性；妇女们；policewoman:（n）女警察；policeman男警察；womanhood:（n）女子气质，女子成年期；-hood这个后缀表示状态或者时期；I'm your knight the shining armor 我是你身裹光彩夺目盔甲的骑士And I love you我爱你You have made me what I am你使我的生命更有意义And I am yours我永远属于你My love,there's so many ways亲爱的有千百种方式I want to say I love you想对你说我爱你Let me hold you in my arms forever more让我拥你入怀直到永远You have gone and made me such a fool你已离去而我却像个傻瓜I am so lost in your love深深地迷失在你的爱中And all we belong together我们本该成双成对Won't you believe in my song难道你不相信我歌中的真情Lady女士For so many years I thought这么多年来我一直在想I'd never find you我永远都不会找到你You have come into my life and made me whole 而今你闯入我的生活使我的生命完整而z绚烂Forever let me wake to see you永远的让我一醒来就见到你Each and every morning在每一天每一个清晨Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear让我听见你在我耳边轻声细语In my eyes I see no one else but you在我的眼里只有你There's no other love like our love没有别的爱情能够与我们相媲美And yes,oh yes对是啊I'll always want you need me我永远想让你在我身边I've waited for you for so long我已经等了你许久许久Lady女士Your love is the only love I need你的爱是我的唯一And beside me is where I want you to be我要你永远伴在我身边'Cause my love,there is something I want you to know 因为我的爱人我要让你知道You're the love of my life你就是我一生挚爱You're my lady你是我的爱人日常口语表达“妇女节”：Women´s Day。
Naked_Women
NAKED WOMENby Lowry PeiThe fight began on a Tuesday when my wife, Elaine, was rummaging around my workshop area in the basement, looking for a can-opener that could not possibly have been there, and found the pictures of my old girlfriends. The nude pictures, that is, the ones I had put inside the service manual for a VW Bug I hadn’t owned in twenty years, which just shows that the can-opener story was not to be believed for a minute. I had almost forgotten they were there. There was a scream from the basement and then fascinated silence – I reconstructed this from the testimony of Naomi, who was only six at the time but had the observational and deductive powers of thirteen. When I got home from work that day Naomi said to me, in the tone of someone repeating a lesson, “Mommy says she has something she wants to show you in the basement.”“She does?” That failed to compute. “Is the washing machine broken?”“No,” Naomi said with a tiny smirk.“Sweetie?” I called.“I’m down here!” Elaine yelled from the basement with unnecessary volume. The pressure of her voice seemed to push open slightly the cat door I had installed in the door to the basement stairs.“All right, I’m coming.” I descended the steep, dangerous steps, thinking as usual as they creaked and wobbled under my weight that I would have to fix them soon. At the bottom, however, was something more risky than the stairs – Elaine holding up a five-by-seven color print of Michelle Strickland in the altogether, stretched on a large flat rock on a deserted beach in North Carolina. I’m sure Elaine didn’t knowwhere the beach was or, probably, that the picture was fifteen years old. In the photograph Michelle looked sort of like Manet’s Olympia except she was doing nothing to hide what would conventionally be called her charms; it was equally obvious that Elaine was in a once-in-a-lifetime rage. “Where did you get that?” I said.“It seems to me I ought to be asking that question, Tobias,” she ground out. “You know very well where you’ve been hiding these.”“I went out with her a million years ago, before I even knew you existed,” I said.“Well, I don’t want her in my house. Not without any clothes on.”“It’s our house, Elaine. Besides, you never would have found them if you hadn’t tried. You could just leave my privacy alone.”“With pleasure,” she said dramatically but nonsensically, and ripped Michelle into four pieces.“Damn it, Elaine – “She reached behind her to my workbench, where the rest of the pictures lay in a pile, and grabbed up a tiny black-and-white shot of Marina Pratt, who happened to be the second girl I had ever made love to in my life. I remembered how daring we had felt when I had taken the picture – a modest one, really – I had only dared take her from the waist up. The trusting youthfulness of her small breasts and bony shoulders had made me feel a way I was sure I would never feel again. A glimpse of the picture, which I hadn’t seen in several years, showed me how old I had become. Was that why I saved them?“Skinny little thing,” Elaine said, preparing to tear. Already I could see the delicate glossy surface of the image cracking beneath her trembling fingers.“Don’t do it,” I said. “If you tear that there is going to be real trouble around here.” That was my mistake; I should have made her think I didn’t care, but I couldn’t do it. She tore Marina in half. While she was watching the halves flutter to the floor of the basement, I grabbed the rest of the pictures and said, “GET OUT OF HERE! GO UPSTAIRS! OUT!” She was too startled to follow through on her obvious intention of grinding the pieces of the two photographs into pulp under her shoe. I made an effort to lower my voice. “You shouldn’t have done that.”“I shouldn’t,” she echoed with a sneer. “We’ll see who shouldn’t have done what, Mr. Big Lover-Boy.”“For God’s sake. I’m entitled to a past, aren’t I?”“If that’s what you call it, fine. You can stay down here and masturbate, I don’t care.” She stomped gingerly up the stairs and slammed the basement door.From upstairs I heard Naomi’s unignorable voice: “Mommy, what’s masserbate?”Leaving Elaine to figure a way out of that, and knowing there was none, I picked up the two halves of Marina and the four pieces of Michelle, and fitted them back together. The tearing had left them permanently disfigured, making the past suddenly farther away than it had already been, but I taped the pieces as carefully as I could along the backs. Damn her. It wasn’t as though I had luxuriated in the services of a harem, after all; I had had a not unusual number of girlfriends in the normal course of things before I married Elaine. Most of the pictures were of Michelle, because she had found that being photographed excited her; besides her, there was that one precious and now half-destroyed picture of Marina, and two of a woman named Jessica who turned out to be impossible to get along with, but who had a wonderful figure nevertheless. What business was this of Elaine’s, anyway?It was obvious that nothing was going to be sacred anymore, and that I would have to do some serious hiding if I expected to keep these dangerous little mementos. After an examination of the basement I finally unscrewed the back of an old short-wave radio that had sat on a shelf serving no purpose for years, and stuck them inside. Elaine would never look there. Then I teetered my way up the steps, preparing a suitably impassive face.Over dinner, Naomi was telling Elaine in some detail about the stupidity of her first-grade classmates who had to be shown how to read a book. I noticed that there wasn’t a place set for me.“If you’re planning to have dinner, Tobias, you can serve yourself,” Elaine said, interrupting Naomi’s list of the mistakes she had heard that day.“Toby,” I said. “My name’s Toby. Nobody has ever called me Tobias in my whole life.”Naomi looked interested. “Tobias,” she muttered, as if testing it out.“Toby. Don’t you start too.”“Toby, Toby, Tohh-by.” She sounded like a tiny cheering section.“It’s ‘Daddy’ to you. Eat your broccoli.”“Tow, Bee, Tow, Bee.”I got a plate, but when I looked into the various pots it appeared that the reason Naomi hadn’t eaten her broccoli was that she had been served mine. There was hardly enough dinner left to make dirtying a plate worthwhile.“I think I’ll go to Burger King,” I said. “Anybody want to come?”“I’m full,” Naomi said. Elaine said nothing, fixing her water glass with a stare worthy of Edward G. Robinson.It’s about a mile to Burger King from our house, and it was a spring evening and the lilacs were in bloom, so I thought I’d walk. It would give me a chance to ponder the situation, and the walk back would settle the bacon cheeseburger which I would eat despite the certainty of indigestion.This was not your average utility-grade snit. It surpassed even the famous attack of indignation that followed my leaving in the living room a plate with a blob of catsup on it, during a particularly precarious period in Elaine’s self-realization. That was before I had realized how easy it was to commit male piggery; now avoiding it was a matter of course. Besides, Elaine had Naomi to worry about, who was female and could make more housework than two grown men any day.It seemed to me that I had a perfect right to ex-girlfriends. If they bothered her, why did she go poking around looking for them? Except that she was always looking for something more to do, as if being a management consultant and the mother of a six-year-old prospect for College Quiz Bowl and a devourer of spy novels were not already enough. So she found those pictures, so what? I would probably have lost track of them if she hadn’t. And just because Elaine had gone out with a succession of creeps – her own description – did that mean I had to regard my former loves as scarcely worth the trouble of sneering at? But: nude pictures. I tried to imagine the tables turned. A strange idea; women didn’t seem to go in for that kind of thing. Maybe Playboy imprinted certain images on the brains of little boys hanging around magazine racks at the age of nine, and after that it was all downhill. We grew up wanting to sneak another look at a breast, and they grew up to read Doris Lessing. If this was God’s sense of humor at work, I found it annoying, but the lilacs made it impossible to stay mad.Maybe looking at a bunch of Younger Women made her realize she wasn’t going to be Younger any more. But what was she complaining about? She could have been forty-four, like me. Try telling yourself that’s not middle age. The more I pondered, the more the situation seemed beyond my control, just like the rest of life; the only course of action was to have a double bacon cheese, with everything, and take the consequences.I meandered back from Burger King even more slowly than I had gone there, in no hurry to get home under the circumstances even though our skill at living together was such that a fight had never made a great deal of difference. So far, at any rate. Maybe this time wouldchange things. I didn’t like thinking that. But I also did not like being cast in the role of the family degenerate, especially since we had been jockeying for moral position ever since our marriage. Why should my whole backlog of points be erased for nothing? What about the incredibly slinky tax lawyer whose meaningful looks I had pointedly not noticed at the seminar on personal computer languages for business? What about the fact that I absolutely never made any remarks about Elaine’s amazing flirtatiousness when drunk? Thinking of that irritated me anew – not that she flirted, but that she wanted me to make remarks. She actually had the nerve to get mad at me for not being jealous. I was almost sure she had never had an affair, because if she had, she would have made sure I found out. Unless she had just given up on the project of getting me satisfactorily enraged.Well, perhaps she had finally found a way. If only I could take it seriously for more than five minutes at a time.When I got home Naomi was watching “All in the Family” and Elaine was not in evidence.“Toby,” Naomi said, “do you get all the jokes on this show?”“What is this, a quiz?”“Well, do you?”“I try not to,” I said, sitting down next to her anyway. On the screen the usual shouting plunged on.“Toby – ““Call me ‘Daddy,’ okay? At least for a few more years.”“Is Mom all right?”“Beats me. Are you?” I gave her what was meant to be an understanding paternal tell-me-everything look. Naomi crossed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and pulled her braids around so they met under her nose.“Beats me too – Toby,” she squealed. For a couple of minutes I tickled her mercilessly and she shrieked, and by the time that subsided, Archie Bunker and his insufferable relatives had called it a night.“Now go to bed,” I said, panting slightly.“But I’m not tie-yurrd,” she whined, on the verge, I could suddenly see, of actual tears.“You are. Take my word for it. Go upstairs and put your nightgown on and brush your teeth, and I’ll come up and tuck you in when I hear you get in bed.”“No.”“Naomi. It’s been sort of a tough evening, so how about a little cooperation, okay? You’re six years old, it’s time for you to go to bed.”She got insulted every time I mentioned her age, and now – she really was tired – it made her cry. “Sometimes I just hate you,” she wailed. I had to keep from laughing.“Go on. You can hate me from upstairs.”Snuffling and for once acting her age, she stamped her feet all the way up. But to my surprise she did brush her teeth; after that she slammed her bedroom door at me and the house was, so to speak, at peace. I clicked off the TV and listened for any emanations from above that might tell me what Elaine was hatching now, but all I could hear was a passing car with its radio on some oldies station. “Tonight You Belong to Me” faded in and out abruptly but unmistakably, as if my high-school prom had just driven past, trailing memories. There comes a point in life when one is shamed by the predictability of one’s own desires, and I had reached it. What was Marina Pratt doing now? Reluctantly, I knew the answer. Wherever she was, she was busy being forty-four.With that dark thought in mind, I went upstairs. The door to our room was shut, and a dim light gleamed through the crack at the bottom. I peered cautiously in at Naomi; she was sleeping for all the world like a child. Or else she had gotten still better at pretending. I took some time brushing my teeth to give me and Elaine both a chance to prepare for the next scene.But when I opened the bedroom door I found her lying asleep and naked, face down on top of the bedclothes, a New Yorker next to her and partly crumpled in one hand. She reminded me of Naomi; sleep took the edge off both of them and exposed the innocence that for some reason they both tried to keep a secret. I took the magazine away from her and straightened it out; she had been reading the book reviews, and I knew she’d want to finish them. The sound of crinkling paper woke her up; she turned over and looked up at me sleepily just as if we weren’t in the middle of a fight, and I could see her remember to be mad.“Hi,” I said, starting to unbutton my shirt. She raised one eyebrow and tried to look stony. “Why don’t you get under the covers?”She sat up and reached to her right, and there on her night table – Elaine has always been a meticulous planner – was my camera. “I thought you might want to take my picture,” she said, picking it up and holding it out to me. I didn’t take it.“I don’t think there’s enough light in here.”She started to cry; I could see that Naomi would look exactly the same when she cried as an adult. Usually Elaine tried to avoid anything that might cause wrinkles, but now she was beyond all that. “Youcreep,” she said between sobs. “You’ve had those pictures down there all the TIME!” Convulsively she threw my camera down onto the bedroom floor, where it hit so hard it bounced. “What’s the matter, aren’t my knockers as good as theirs?”“Elaine, you’re being impossible,” I said, picking up my dented Nikon and heading back out.“Meee!” she yelled at me, red in the face, tears trembling on the curve of her jawline, ready to drop onto her shaking breasts. I closed the door on her and stood in the dark hallway taking deep breaths while her tears subsided. As my eyes adjusted, I could see Naomi standing in the door to her room.“Toby, what are knockers?” she asked, seriously.I thought of saying Those things on doors, but I knew it wouldn’t work. “Boobs,” I said. “Now go to bed.” It was too late to be any more understanding. I marched back down the stairs, poured myself a double Scotch, and lay down on the couch. There was no doubt about it; this was war.I should have known better than to drink the Scotch; it knocked me out, as planned, but it also woke me up at 3:30 in the morning. Another effect of being forty-four. I lay there in the dark living room, no longer seething, and watched the light skating around on the ceiling when cars occasionally passed. What a life, I kept thinking, amazed as usual by the peculiarity and disorderliness of feelings. The house was silent, as if no one were having a fight in it, or even, most wonderfully, as if no one inhabited it but me. That thought made me feel light, unburdened, off duty – like myself – an old self, as far back as college or even before. I hadn’t thought about myself disconnected from my various functions in life for a long time. Elaine did that better than me, and more often, and most of the time I admired her for it. She had managed to get her company to give her a computer terminal so she could stay home and still tell other people how to run their businesses – that was something I would never have been able to pull off. But just then I didn’t want to think about her or Naomi or my job or anything but the one unfinishable sentence, If I could do anything I wanted . . .After a while I got up and returned to the basment, where all this had begun; I unscrewed the back of the short-wave and took out the pictures. Even if the old set could not bring me Radio Moscow any more, it would make a good place to keep a past that seemed no less distant. The tearing of Marina’s picture had severed her torso with a diagonal slash which I experienced as a form of violence, an assault on tenderness. And then Michelle: I laid the five shots of her (one nowpatched together) on my workbench under the glare of the trouble light I used for fixing the car, and studied her delicious willingness. When I looked at her what seemed striking about sex was that it was such an innocent pursuit. An open secret: here we are together wanting what everybody wants and why the hell not? But somehow this simple world in which people got laid because they felt like it and had fun doing it was as fantastic as a Jules Verne book where people flew to the moon by firing off cannons to propel them.As I moved slowly from picture to picture, I could feel my balls wambling around loosey-goosily in my pants, reminding me that a part of me – not the part that was Elaine’s husband and Naomi’s father – would always be horny and lonely and about twenty-four years old, walking around with a middle-aged body and an unsatisfied dong, in what was clearly no longer a world of unfolding possibilities. And novelty is the ultimate aphrodisiac – everybody knows that. We just don’t talk about it much, because what would be the point?No more Michelles, that was for sure. The thought was too depressing; I put the photographs back inside the radio and climbed the basement stairs. It was nearly five o’clock and outside the sky was already beginning to lighten. I wanted to go up to our bedroom, take off my clothes, and get in bed, but that didn’t seem like a realistic plan. And presumably I would have to go to work; if people stopped analyzing the stock market every time they had a fight with their spouse the financial structure of the U.S. would collapse in a week. Glumly I wandered through the dim downstairs. In the front hall I stopped at a picture I had originally picked out but hadn’t actually looked at in some time – another naked woman. It was a print of a Carl Larsson painting, a young woman without clothes sitting at a desk, pencil in hand, perhaps writing a letter, a faint smile on her face. She seemed to be contemplating with satisfaction and even merriment what she had just put down. It had always been a pleasant picture but now I thought I knew exactly what he had meant. The question was, what would be in that letter – the one that couldn’t even be written until I got undressed?I lay back down on the living room couch to think about that and promptly fell asleep.The next thing I knew, Elaine was standing by the couch, not looking at me, but glaring more or less at the room in general. She seemed to be in the middle of a paragraph; the first words that registered were, “or have you just decided to quit going to work too?”“Too?” I said. “What is this ‘too’? Come off it.”She looked down at me, disgusted. “Don’t talk to me like that,” she said, and left.I looked at my watch; it was seven-forty-five, which meant that I would almost certainly be late for the office. As I trudged upstairs to shave and put on a tie I could only hope that this fight was as much of a strain on her as it was on me.When I got home she confronted me in the kitchen as I was pouring myself a drink. “I want to talk to you upstairs,” she said, in a tone that suggested no alternatives.“Do you mind if I get something to eat first?”“Yes.”Naomi, who was watching the local news on the kitchen TV with the volume turned up high, gave us both a baleful look over her shoulder. I felt unreasonably guilty as I followed Elaine out of the kitchen.“All right,” she said, when we were in the bedroom with the door closed, “which one of them are you going out with? Or is it all three? It’s probably not all three, because nobody wears their hair like that skinny nineteen-year-old any more, and anyway nobody her age would be interested in you. That leaves the other two. Now – ““Elaine,” I said, realizing this could go on for some time, “I told you. Those are old pictures. Very old. I went out with Michelle Strickland fifteen years ago, when I was twenty-nine, and the other one was even before that.”“Oh yeah?” Elaine looked ready to tear out my hair. She panted a couple of times, through clenched teeth. “I can’t believe you can just stand there and lie right to my face,” she said.“I’m not lying, Elaine. I know you think I am, but you’re wrong, so why don’t you just grow up?”I was still holding my drink in my hand, and with one irresistible slap she propelled hand and drink upwards so that the whole thing splashed in my face. “You bastard! You really have some nerve.”Now I was finally as mad as she was. I put down the glass on my dresser, took off my glasses, wiped my face, and thought about exactly what to say. Elaine looked a little worried already, as if she hadn’t meant to go that far. It occurred to me that for some reason she almost wanted me to be having an affair. Was that what she was up to?“You’re absolutely right,” I said. “I’ve been plunging Michelle Strickland every chance I’ve gotten for years.”Elaine leaned forward, her eyes widening. We must have looked like an umpire and a manager arguing over a called third strike. “Is she good in bed?”“She’s wonderful.”“Well, I’ve got news for you. I’ve been having an affair with Joe Milnik for a year and a half.”“What? You’ve been screwing a guy from my car pool? How the hell did you manage to keep it a secret?”“You were too busy with Michelle to notice.”“Why, that little runt – ““He’s not as little as you might think.”Joe Milnik? She must be out of her mind. He was even less fascinating than me. What was she, desperate? But I needed something to tell her. “Well, you know when I went to that seminar on computer languages at the Sheraton Tara? I met this lady tax lawyer who was six feet tall and platinum blond. We started sending each other hot notes on the computers and ended up taking a room for the afternoon instead of pushing buttons.”She looked completely unfazed. “You know why you got transferred out of Chicago? Because I was seeing Waldron Cooper and his wife found out.”“You were messing around with one of the senior partners? What do you want to do, ruin us?” Waldron Cooper! A martinet like that, screwing my wife, giving me fishy looks in the corridor every day – so that was why! Suddenly I got the idea that I had lost my grip ages ago without even realizing it. Senility would be next. I made one more effort. “Well, when I used to go to the day care center on Saturdays to clean up I made it with Jolette on the playroom mats, every single time.” Jolette had been the day care teacher of the three-to-five-year-olds; she was twenty-five at the most, and I knew plenty of fathers who had the hots for her.That got to Elaine; the blood rushed to her face. I could almost see the wheels turning furiously. “When you went to Seattle for a week,” she said in a deadly undertone, “I called the TV repairman and when he got done he put a tape of a porno movie on the Betamax to show that it worked and then we made it right there in the living room and he came back every day that week and we did every single thing that was in the movie. ” She stuck out her jaw belligerently, trembling a little, and we stared at each other for several breaths. I was dazed, and I couldn’t top what I had just heard. I was the first to look away, and there in the doorway stood Naomi, with nothing on – framed, as in a photograph. The sight of her froze me and Elaine both. How much had she heard?“Daddy, what did you make with Jolette?” she said in a tiny voice.One sentence, I thought – even one word, the word “love” right now, would change my entire life, call in the lawyers, send thishousehold flying apart. “Nothing, honey,” I said. “I didn’t do anything but clean up the playroom. I just made that up.”She looked both of us over, and for a moment no one moved.“Could I see?” she said.“See what?” But I knew, of course.“Those pictures.”“Have you been listening the whole time? You know you’re not supposed to spy on us.”She lowered her head slightly, but kept staring at me from under her level brows.“Those pictures aren’t for you. They aren’t for little girls. You wouldn’t like them.”“I would too.”“Sweetie – “ Elaine said, but then she seemed to get stuck. “What are you doing with your clothes off?”“Who’s Joe Milnik?” Naomi said to her. See how you like it, I thought.“Oh, nobody. He’s a friend of Daddy’s. I hardly know him.”With dignity, clothes or no clothes, Naomi turned and went back in her room and closed the door. Elaine and I breathed out, unable to look at each other. “Well,” she said.“I’ve got Scotch all over my shirt, thanks to you.”“Are those pictures really fifteen years old?”“Yes, damn it.”“I’m sorry I messed up your camera,” she said, but I could tell she wasn’t. “I’ll get it fixed, okay?”“You do whatever you want.”“I want – “ But she didn’t go on. A divorce? No. That hadn’t been what she had started to say. We had not gotten to the edge.“You want what?” I said, but she only looked at me in the terrible solidarity of marriage.Naomi reappeared in the doorway, decently dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. “I’ll go to Burger King with you this time,” she announced.“Tell me,” I said to Elaine. “Tell me what you want.”“You’re getting bacon cheese,” Naomi told me, “and you’re getting plain cheese,” she told Elaine, “and I’m getting a hot dog and I get to help you eat yours.”“Who said we’re going anywhere? And how do you know we want any help?” I said to her. But Naomi had already turned her back and started down the stairs.first published in StoryQuarterly #20 (1985).anthologized in The American Story: The Best of StoryQuarterly, ed. Anne Brashler, Melissa Pritchard, and Diane Williams (1990).。
A Woman on a Roof
A Woman on a RoofDoris Lessing is an English novelist, poet, and playwright, who created more than 30 books and 50 short stories. "A Woman on a Roof" is from A Man and Two Women, Lessing's collection of British stories about modern European life and culture.This story happened in London. While repairing a roof during a scorching heat wave, three workmen noticed an attractive woman sunbathing on a neighboring roof. Tom is a very young and impressionable boy, who is about 17 years old; Stanley has recently married and is also attracted by the woman‟s nakedness; Harry is 45 years old, tolerant and mature. While three workmen work in the leads, they spot a woman sunbathing about fifty yards away. They whistle, stamp and even abuse in an attempt to attract the woman. All three men have distinctly different attitudes towards the situation they have created. Each has experienced rejection from women.First, Tom impresses me a lot. I believe it‟s the progress of maturity. He believes he is the woman‟s hero. Throughout the story he sees himself protecting her from Stanley‟s ridiculing. He feels he is not her harasser and that she must be aware of his love for her. His dreams of her have convinced him that meeting this woman is in his destiny. He doesn‟t interpret her indifference as rejection as Stanley does. He is buried in the fantasy and he‟s longing the love. At the end of the story, the woman‟s behavior makes him suddenly understand the reality. I believe everyone has such similar experience, especially when we are young. We are curious and full of expectation of new things, such as love, just as Tom. He has some illusions and doesn‟t realize the gap of different classes. The woman even has some contempt for them to some extent and she struggles with dumbness. I think when the dream disillusioned, we feel depressed and come back to reality. Someday we will become very numb and be subjected to the destiny. There is no doubt it‟s a kind of maturity. We become more realistic than before. I believe it also destroys the good of naïve.Second, this story also explores the relationship between men and women, just as the title of this story. “The roof” symbolizes some traditional bounds with women. In the story, the woman sunbathes. Three men believe it‟s not acceptable. For example,“Christ,” said Stanley virtuously, “if my wife lay about like that, for everyone to see, I…d stop her.‟‟ On the one hand, they want the woman to display; on the other hand, they also think her behaviors a re dissolute. They wish that women‟s behaviors are in according with their requirements. Another aspect, it‟s about the struggling of women. Women can express their ideas by the voice. Actually, this short story the woman speaks little, which is also a way of struggling. Throughout the story we see how the sunbather begins to gain more and more power by using her nonverbal communication. Clearly, she is a woman who is breaking the barrier of power between men and women. The three workmen men are furious, they yell, scream, whistle and stomp, not because they are upset, but rather, because she refused to give them the power they desperately wanted by acknowledging any of their obnoxious behaviors. She is making a statement for all womankind, no longer will there be a false appearance of the inequalities of power women have in correlation to social roles, relationships and society.。
天津外国语大学翻译硕士英语2012
天津外国语大学2012年翻译硕士英语考研真题I. Choose the one answer that best explains the underlined word or phrase in the sentence. Write your answers on the ANSWER SHEET (20 points).1. Many of the over-the-top costumes now on display were actually kept in storage though.A. outstandingB. futileC. parsimoniousD. dazzling2. Measures to curb speculative home purchases have proven effective, especially in the land supply and purchase market where excessive investments have been in retreat.A. boycottB. encourageC. restrainD. ban3. In the July rain, the run-down street in a Beijing southern suburb even looks a little dreary.A. dirty and dilapidatedB. small but interestingC. short but energeticD. flopping and tiring4. The ministry announced at a State Council Information Office press conference on August 11 that 47 medical teams, with 779 members, were in Zhouqu treating patients, sterilizing the environment and drinking water, and ensuring proper disposal of corpses.A. buryingB. removingC. processingD. cleaning5. Chen warned against the possibility of home prices rebounding when low interest rates are adopted to mitigate inflation.A. suspendB. increaseC. alleviateD. endorse6. Risk aversion came to the fore as fears about the European sovereign debt and global economy rattled investors.A. agendaB. checklistC. rosterD. front7. The hapless pair had the misfortune to discover for themselves what any decent guide will inform you: Wangfujing is not the place for better restaurants.A. unluckyB. persistentC. stubbornD. happy8. The target is multifaceted: the country hopes to gain military strength and be unafraid of foreign threats, while creating a high standard of living.A. having many aspectsB. kaleidoscopicC. colorfulD. crystal clear9. To increase performance and win against Morgan Stanley, Chen decided to forge a short-lived alliance between Yongle and Dazhong Electronics, which brought Yongle to the brink of insolvency.A. associationB. connectionC. separationD. disclamation10. I spent hours simply wandering these back streets, looking for photo opportunities andinhaling the unmistakable scent of burning coal.A. enjoyingB. breathing outC. breathing inD. touching11. Lebanese President Michel Suleiman welcomes his Iranian counterpart MahmoudAhmadinejad to Beirut for an official visit on October 13.A. matchB. spouseC. friendD. foe12. The three referees were detained in March, pushing the credibility of Chinese referees to anall-time low.A. trusteeB. reliabilityC. judgmentD. notability13. Last year 175,000 people flocked to the downtown area for the Thanksgiving Day Parade.A. swarmed toB. gathered toC. centralized inD. dispersed to14. It is believed that nomadic ancestors considered bumper harvests as bounty form the “God ofSun” and natural disasters as punishment.A. victoryB. rewardC. warningD. persecution15. When we talk about giving universities greater autonomy to recruit students, people may beconcerned about possible fraud and preferential treatment enjoyed by students from wealthy or powerful families.A. teachB. admitC. fakeD. transfer16. Recently, Joe, a foreign English teacher in China, said to me, “I feel dazed and disoriented; mystudents here are unusually quiet. I can’t tell if they understand my lessons.” His plight is not surprising. Many foreign ESL instructors often feel confused when they first step into a Chinese classroom.A. annoyanceB. depressionC. predicamentD. disappointment17. This cultural perspective disorients foreign teachers, who misperceive their students as passiveand withdrawn.A. perceiveB. conceiveC. misunderstandD. process18. Some esoteric fonts used by today’s artists emulate monks who copied medieval manuscriptsby hand.A. complicatedB. mysteriousC. gibberishD. cursive19. Tower C of Office Park, a dazzling new office building in Beijing’s Central Business District,has been widely praised in the market for its superior quality and pleasant amenities after it was unveiled to the market at a press conference held in March 2010.A. convenienceB. regularityC. sightD. outlook20. The country’s stability must therefore be based on the reconciliation of the relationshipsbetween different ethnic groupsA. rapprochementB. hostilityC. negotiationD. war-ceasingⅡ. In each of the following sentences, there are four underlined parts, marked A, B, C and D. Identify the part that is grammatically incorrect. Write your answers on the ANSWER SHEET (10 points).1. Only with early seventeenth century observers did the music of the original inhabitantsA B Cof the United States and Canada entered recorded history.D2. The most widely discussed alternative to the traditional campus is the Internet UniversityA—a voluntary community to scholars/ teachers physically scattered throughout a country orB Caround the world because all linked in cyberspace.D3. T.S. Eliot received wide recognition after publishes The Waste Land, which fused poeticA B Ctraditions with elements of modern music and language.D4. To people from temperate climates, tropical butterflies may seem incredible big.A B C D5. Many theories have been developed concerning how people learn about cultures from theA Bmyths and legends pass down from one generation to another.C D6. Bacteria lived in the soil play a vital role in recycling the carbon and nitrogen needed byA B C Dplants.7. Of the many machines invented in the late nineteenth century, none had a great impact onA B C Dthe United States economy than the automobile.8. The decade of the 1920’s was significant in Georgia’s history because of the rapidityA Bwith what agriculture declined in the state.C D9. A liquid that might be a poor conductor when pure is often used to make solutions thatA B Creadily transmits electricity.D10. Small distinctions among stamps, unimportant to the person average, would meanA B Ca great deal to the stamp collector.DⅢ. Below each of the following 4 passages you will find questions or incomplete statements about the passage. Each statement or question is followed by lettered words or expressions. Select the word or expression that most satisfactorily completes or answers each question in accordance with the meaning of the passage. Write your answers on the ANSWER SHEET (40 points).(1)What is the charm of necklaces? Why would anyone put something extra around her neck and then invest it with special significance? A necklace doesn’t afford warmth in cold weather,like a scarf, or protection in combat, like chain mail; it only decorates. We might say it borrows meaning from what it surrounds and sets off: the head with its supremely important material contents, and the face, that register of the soul. When photograph reduces the reality it represents, they mention not only the passage from three dimensions to two, but also the selection of a point du vue favors the top of the body rather than the bottom and the front rather than the back. The face is the jewel in the crown of the body, and so we give it a setting.When people are intensely concerned with something that is obviously impractical, anthropologists take note, for lovely useless things often express archaic to exist in contemporary American houses already heated by gas and electricity, yet most people want one and it is still the focus of the living room. This desire testifies, I think, to the hundreds of thousands of years during which we Homo sapiens huddled around a cave fire. We watch ourselves, rather anxiously, vanish backward down those lone temporary corridors, as my daughter gazes at her infinitely multiplied small self in the mutually opposed mirrors of the beauty salon, and wonders, is it me? Our fireplaces and necklaces and tombstones say it is, they are.In American culture, an interest in necklaces seems to be rather gender specific. Many men to whom I mention the enterprise feign polite interest and then change the subject, though I know some who admire, construct, and wear necklaces, including the distinguished scientist and poet to whom this essay is dedicated. Most women, by contrast, become mildly or wildly enthusiastic. A doctor in Blois brought out her entire collection of costume jewelry for me, exhibited the most splendid pieces with an account of where and when they were purchased, and then explain them all with the help of a large glossy book on the history of costume jewelry, with dozens of pictures.A former student of mine who had moved to California mailed me six plastic boxes full of beads gleaned from a warehouse managed by an eccentric friend who just their settings; a feature bead painted with a naked lady; crystal roundels of truly exceptional shine; and tiny silver hematite seed beads. Beads lend themselves to exchange, Beads travel. And clearly these two facts are related.1. The function of the necklace is to ______.A. keep people warmB. provide people with protectionC. make people beautifulD. build up people’s confidence2. Lovely useless things, according to the author, serve the purpose of ______.A. decorating the houseB. showing off one’s artistic tasteC. reminding people of things pastD. revealing one’s tendency to waste money3. “Gender specific” means ______.A. both men and womenB. either men or womenC. neither men nor womenD. related to one sex only4. From this article we can gather that _______.A. Only women like necklacesB. Only men like necklacesC. Most women like necklacesD. Most men like necklaces5. Some men “feign polite interest” means _______.A. They are keenly interestedB. They are not interested at all because they are menC. They are slightly interestedD. They pretend to be interested out of politeness(2)About a dozen years ago my wife and I planted a hedge of twenty-seven arborvitae trees along the border of our backyard, which, although our house sits on nineteen acres of fields and woods, is also the back border of our property. A sloping hayfield with a realtor’s dream of panoramic views lies directly behind us. So the hedge was our attempt to secure privacy for the future. The nurseryman who sold us the shrubs assured us they were the best species for our purpose and climate. I measured and marked the planting sites, called in “Chink” Norris (whose possibly racist nickname I’ve not looked into any more than I have the nurseryman’s credentials) to come with his small backhoe and dig the holes. As advised, I faithfully watered and fertilized each tree throughout the holes. As advised, I faithfully watered and fertilized each tree throughout the first year, with results that were everything I’d been promised: dense, hardy, and luxuriant, a towering bulwark of green. Thus began an episode of great vexation and buffoonery in my life, known and (I have no doubt) merrily recounted in local circles as the tale of “Garret and his trees”, or as my wife puts it, “Garret and the deer.” It so happens that we live next to one of the county’s most extensive “deer yard”, those areas of canopied woods to which the deer retire in winter, making networks of deeply furrowed tracks and foraging as best they can until there’s a declared winner in the yearly race between spring and starvation.It also happens that deer find arborvitae a delicacy, related to the cedar that they also love, but thicker and more succulent. By the second winter they’d found and attacked my trees. I fought back, not with a vengeance—I stopped short of that—but with something close to obsession. I erected fence structures that made our backyard look like a scene from the Somme. I played recordings of wolves howling, recordings of me howling. I fired pistol shots at random hours of the night. I hung or sprinkled repellents of blood meal, urine, (mine), and deodorant soap. Hearing that deer were repelled by the scent of human hair, I asked some hair dressers to set aside their sweepings in a bag with, as the saying goes, my name on it.As any warden will tell you, if deer are hungry enough they will get through anything, which this year included an electric fence hooked to a charger supposedly powerful enough to deter an elephant. So the farmer who’d helped me rig it up assured me. What he did not tell me, because he did not know, was that the insulating snowpack would prevent an animal from completing the circuit with the ground. In came the deer like a school of piranhas. This was shortly after a man from Connecticut purchased the hayfield behind our house for a price few of my neighbors could afforded and none of them could believe and set about measuring the foundations of a house.6. The author and his wife planted a hedge along their backyard for the purpose of _______.A. prevent deerB. protect privacyC. beautify the surroundingsD. eco-friendly7. The author collects hair in bags to prevent the invasion of deer because he knows that _______.A. deer like the smell of human hairB. deer can be repelled by the smell of human hairC. deer die when eating human hairD. deer flee at the sight of human hair8. Why the author sets up an electric fence?A. as a safety precautionB. to prevent the harassment by deerC. as part of house decoration planD. to halt potential thieves and robbers9. Why did the electric fence fail? It is because of _______.A. The deer are smartB. The winter is coldC. The fence is of low qualityD. Snowpack serves as an insulator10. What measure was NOT taken by the author to deter the deer?A. urineB. gun shotsC. watchdogD. deodorant soup(3)I was eight years old the first time I fainted. I was at friend’s house, and a bee stung me on the back of the neck. I had felt nothing but a slight pinch and the bug was soon wiped away and flushed down the toilet, but since I looked pale I was urged to call my mother. As I told her what had happened, I felt myself blacking out, sinking to the floor, vaguely aware that I was still gripping the receiver.Perhaps I was allergic to the bee sting—the only one I’ve ever gotten, although to this day I have a phobia about bees, wasps, and other insects. But the image of an eight-year-old in Keds crumpling to the ground while he describes his injury to his Mommy seems to return us to Freudian territory. Note the umbilical image of the phone cord.Call me fanciful. Still, I’m afraid these undertones are hardly dissipated by the second fainting incident I can recall, which practically reeks of the family romance. This took place one weekend morning while we were gathered in the kitchen to eat breakfast. My mother stood at the stove making French toast, which she had already served to the kids; my father, seated at the table, was cutting a bagel with a sharp bread knife. Contrary to every principle of kitchen safety, he was holding the bagel in his hand and cutting inward, and eventually he made a neat, shallow incision in his palm. The blood was profuse.Being a hematologist, my father didn’t panic: this was just business as usual. But my mother stopped flipping French toast and collapsed to the floor. I, inspired by the blood and my mother’s collapse and the powerful odors of syrup and sugar rising from my plate, slumped forward. My forehead went into the syrup. I heard a roar—it seemed to me that I was being clutched beneath the armpits and whirled around—and then my father shook me back into consciousness. He had already attended to my mother.Still think I’m fanciful? Then listen to this. Out of curiosity I asked my mother when her firstfainting episode had occurred.She paused, thought it over, and came up with the following. At the age of thirteen, she went to visit her father in the hospital, who only the day before had had his appendix removed. Aside from her father, still conked out from the anesthesia, the other person in the room was a nurse, who was busy changing the dressing on the patient’s incision, which hadn’t quite closed. For some reason, the nurse had to leave the room. At this point, she asked my mother to hold the soiled dressing in place until she returned. My mother complied. Standing over her dazed father, gingerly holding a used bandage over a hole in his lower abdomen, the thirteen-year-old grew lightheaded.I assumed the nurse returned before she hit the floor.11. It can be gathered from this article that the tendency to faint most probably is _______.A. genetically determinedB. independently developedC. virus infectedD. emotionally affected12. The faint related to the bee sting led to the author’s fear later in her life of _______.A. snakesB. elephantsC. insectsD. dogs13. The author’s mother fainting might be assumed to be related to _______.A. appendixB. abdomenC. nurseD. blood14. “At this point” in this article most probably means _______.A. at this momentB. At this partC. at this houseD. at this corner15. One most plausible reason that the author’s father did not panic when he cut himself is_______.A. He had served in the armyB. He was the head of the familyC. He tried to maintain his authorityD. He was an expert on blood(4)A dog cares deeply, which way your body is leaning. Forward or backward? Forward can be seen as aggressive; backward—even a quarter of an inch—means nonthreatening. It means you’ve relinquished what ethologists call an “intention movement” to proceed forward. Cook your head, even slightly, to the side, and a dog is disarmed. Look at him straight on and he’ll read is like a red flag. Standing straight, with your shoulders squared rather that slumped, can mean the difference between whether your dog obeys a command or ignores it. Breathing evenly and deeply, rather than holding your breath can mean the difference between defusing a tense situation and igniting it. “I think they are looking at our eyes and where our eyes look like,”the ethologist PatriciaMcConnell, who teaches at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, says, “A rounded eye with a dilated pupil is a sign of high arousal and aggression in a dog. I believe they pay a tremendous amount of attention to how relaxed our face is and how relaxed our facial muscles are, because that’s big cue for them with each other. Is the jaw relaxed? Is the mouth slightly open? And then the arms. They pay a tremendous amount of attention to where our arms go.”In the book The Other End of the Leash, McConnell decodes one of the most common of all human-dog interactions, the meeting between two leashed animals in a walk. To us, it’s about one dog sizing up another. To her, it’s about two dogs sizing up each other after first sizing up their respective owners. The owners “are often anxious about how well the dogs will get along,” she writes, and if you watch them instead of the dogs, you’ll often notice that the humans will hold their breath and round their eyes and mouths in an “on alert” expression. Since these behaviors are expressions of offensive aggression in a canine culture, I suspect the humans are unwittingly signaling tension. If you exaggerate this by tightening the leash, as many owners do, you can actually cause the dogs to attack each other. Think of it: the dogs are in a tense social encounter, surrounded by support from their own pack, with the humans forming a tense, staring, breathless circle around them. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen dogs shift their eyes toward their owner’s frozen faces and then launch growling at the other dog.16. A dog responds when it sees the following act of its owner _______.A. shoutsB. hitsC. body movementD. foot gesture17. A dog is read to attack when _______.A. its eyes are diluted and roundedB. its owner’s body leans backwardC. its owner’s shoulder squaredD. its owner’s shoulder slumped18. The other end of the leash most probably refers to _______.A. a dog C. dog owner’s friendB. a dog’s owner D. a dog’s rival19. The best title for this piece might be _______.A. Human-dog InteractionB. Human-dog FriendshipC. Human-dog AntagonismD. Human-dog Relations20. If an owner rounds his eyes and mouth, he is unintentionally urges his dog _______.A. to retreat C. to initiate a fightB. to squat D. to come back homeIV. The following report is taken from China Daily, Nov 23, 2011. The primary purpose of this excerpt is intended to provide a source of inspiration for writing rather than tempt you into copying the same thing in your composition.Nowadays, some people who cannot afford top brand products are buying paper carry bags with brand names or logos to gratify their vanity. Some are even finding top brand labels, instruction books and receipts sold online.These purchases, which are not for practical needs, but merely to show off and gratify the owners’vanity, are called “face consumptions”.A survey of 1,104 people conducted by China Youth Daily shows 84.2 percent interviewees think “face consumptions” are widespread amid young people.As for “face consumptions”48.4 percent interviewees show their distain; 39.9 percent express their sympathy; 36.5 percent feel indignation; 30.3 percent are indifferent and 5.1 percent approve the practice.According to the survey, clothes (75.3%); gifts (60.7%) and cars (59.5%) rank in the top three as the most likely sectors in which “face consumption” occurs, followed by electronic goods (55.6), catering (50.5%), liquor and tobacco (49.5%), cosmetics (43.9%) and entertainment (26.9%).Write an argumentative essay of about 400 words on the following topic (30 points);My Comment on Face Consumption amid Young People参考答案及解析I. Choose the one answer that best explains the underlined word or phrase in the sentence.1.A 句意：许多现在陈列的优秀服装实际上是存放在仓库中的。
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致命女人第1季S01E01I started dating Beth Ann in high school.我和贝丝·安高中时开始交往She used to make me sandwiches and sew buttons on my shirts.sew:/sәu/CET4TOF vt.缝纫,缝合,缝vi.缝纫她以前常给我做三明治还有缝衣服扣子I tell you,there’s nothing sexier than a girlsexier://性感的(sexy的比较级)相信我爱照顾人的女生who likes to take care of you.最性感了I was introduced to Simone at a benefit.benefit:/'benifit/CET6CET4TEM4TOF n.利益vt.有益于vi.受益我是在一次慈善晚会上认识萨蒙妮的Oh,the entrance she made.她的出场太惊艳了Designer gown,dripping in diamonds.designer:/di'zainә/GRE n.设计者,谋划者,制图者[计]设计员gown:/gaun/CET6CET4n.睡衣,法衣,大学全体师生vt.使穿睡衣drip:/drip/GRE CET4n.水滴v.(使)滴下设计师礼服挂满钻石You could tell from the way she walked,你能从她的走姿看出来she knew she was fabulous.fabulous:/'fæbjulәs/GRE a.传说的,寓言般的,难以置信的她知道她美若天仙I first saw Taylor at a women’s march.march:/mɑ:tʃ/CET4TOF n.三月,进行,行军,步伐,长途跋涉,进行曲,边界vi.进军,前进,交界vt.使行军,使行进我最初是在一次女性游行示威上见到泰勒的She was giving a speech about dismantling the patriarchy.dismantle:/dis'mæntl/GRE TEM8vt.拆除...的设备,分解,去除覆盖物patriarchy:/'peitriɑ:ki/n.家长统治,父权制,男性政体[法]家长制,父权制,父系社会她在做一个关于废除父权制的演讲And I don’t really remember much of it,讲了什么我记不大清了1because the entire time she was speaking,I was just thinking,因为她整个演讲期间我都在想”That is one hot feminist.””这个女权主义者也太性感了”feminist:/'feminist/GRE TOF n.男女平等主义者Beth Ann was a virgin on our wedding night.新婚之夜时贝丝·安还是处女virgin:/'vә:dʒin/CET6TEM4n.处女a.处女的,贞洁的,纯洁的,初始的,纯的I was Simone’s third husband.我是萨蒙妮的第三任丈夫Right away,Taylor told me she was bisexual.泰勒一来就跟我说她是双性恋bisexual:/.bai'seksjuәl/a.两性的,雌雄同体的[医]两性的She wanted nothing more than to be a housewife.她一心只想做家庭主妇Oh,she loved to shop and throw parties.她喜欢购物和开派对So I married a lawyer.我娶了一个律师My Jewish parents were thrilled.我的犹太父母高兴坏了jewish:/'dʒu:iʃ/CET4 a.犹太人的,犹太族的thrilled:/θrɪld/a.非常兴奋的;极为激动的vt.“thrill”的过去式和过去分词We were very happy,for the first few years.我们生活幸福不过只维持了几年Until she discovered my secret.直到她发现了我的秘密And then,all hell broke loose.然后生活就天翻地覆loose:/lu:s/CET4TOF n.发射,放任,放纵a.宽松的,松的,宽的,不牢固的,散漫的,自由的,不精确的vt.释放,放枪,开船vi.变松,开火adv.松散地Can you believe it?你能相信吗Oh,Rob.It’s lovely.罗伯真漂亮Damn straight.那是当然straight:/streit/CET4TEM4n.直线,直a.直的,笔直的,正直的,直接的,连续的,整齐的adv.直接地,立即,不断地And it’s so big.而且好大Well,it’s a mansion,is what it is.这可是豪宅mansion:/'mænʃәn/GRE CET6TOF n.大厦,宅邸Yeah,you’re married to a guymarried:/'mærid/CET4TEM4a.已婚的,婚姻的[法]结了婚的,有配偶的,夫妇的你嫁给了一个who can afford a goddamn mansion.afford:/ә'fɒ:d/CET4TEM4TOF vt.买得起,足以,给予goddamn:/'gɔddæm/a.该死的,完全的,十足的,讨厌的买得起该死的豪宅的男人-Hello.-Hello.-你好-你好Sheila Mosconi.This is my husband,Leo.我是希拉·莫斯科尼这是我老公利奥I guess you’re our new neighbors.你们应该就是我们的新邻居吧I must apologize for my husband’s language.抱歉我丈夫出口成脏He’s excited because we’ve never lived anywhere this nice before.他太激动了因为我们从没住过这么好的街区-He doesn’t usually swear.-Relax.-他平时很少说脏话的-淡定-We’re from Brooklyn.-Yeah.We don’t give a fuck.-我们是布鲁克林的-是的我们才他妈不在乎Yes.好的Well,it was lovely to meet you.很高兴认识你们After you unpack,invite us over.你们放好行李后邀请我们去做客I’ll give you the skinny on all the neighbors.skinny:/'skini/a.似皮的,极瘦的,少的,小气的[医]皮的;消瘦的我给你说说街坊邻居的八卦You know,who to avoid.你懂的要回避哪些人She just wants to see if your furniture’s nicer than ours. furniture:/'fәnitʃә/CET6CET4TEM4TOF n.家具,帆具她就是想看看你们家家具是不是比我们的好I married a tightwad.tightwad:/'taitwɒd/n.吝啬鬼我嫁了一个守财奴I know that her furniture is nicer than ours.她家家具肯定比我们的好The moving men will be here any second.搬家公司的人马上就会来After they’re done,we would love to host you.他们完事后我们会很乐意邀请你们过来host:/hәust/CET4TEM4TOF n.主人,旅馆老板,节目主持人vt.当主人招待,作...节目主持人[计]主机,宿主机I saw you talking to the neighbors.我看到你和邻居聊天了What are they like?他们什么样Italian.意大利人Karl?卡尔Karl?卡尔I’m in here,Simone.我在这儿萨蒙妮Oh.The phone is going to ring any second.电话应该马上就会打来了It’ll be Henri,my hairdresser,and he will be livid.是我的理发师亨利他会暴怒的hairdresser:/'hєәdresә/n.美发师,理发师livid:/'livid/GRE a.铁青的[医]青紫的-What have you done?-I’m20minutes late.-你做了什么-我迟到了20分钟Again.He’s gonna try to say he’s given away my appointment.又一次他会说他取消了我的预约appointment:/ә'pɒintmәnt/CET4TEM4TOF n.约会,委任的职位,委派[经]任命,派,指定Don’t let him.Insist I left an hour ago,不准他那么做你要坚称我一小时前就出门了and that you’re beyond frantic.你很抓狂frantic:/'fræntik/GRE CET6 a.狂乱的,疯狂的Can you do that,darling?Can you lie for me?可以吗亲爱的你能为我撒谎吗Well,last week,I told Delia Butrose you’d never had work done.上周我跟德莉娅·布特罗斯说你从没整过容This is why you’re the best husband I’ve ever had.所以你是我有过的最棒的老公I was just hoping to be in the top three.我进前三就满足了Wish me luck.祝我好运Hurry home.早点回家Our party starts at7:00.派对7点开始You know me.I’m never late.你了解我我从不迟到For a party.不会迟到参加派对Saul.索尔-My man.-I just got your text.What’s up?-哥们-我刚收到你短信怎么了Actually,it’s my wife.其实是我老婆找你She requires a little face time.她想跟你当面谈谈require:/ri'kwaiә/CET4TEM4TOF vt.需要,命令,要求[法]需要,要求,命令Geez.老天-Hey,Saul.-Hey.-你好索尔-你好Hey.I just had a quick question你好我有个关于about the blueprints for the remodel.改建蓝图的小问题blueprint:/'blu:'print/GRE TEM8n.蓝图,设计图,(周详的)计划vt.制成蓝图,计划remodel:/ri:'mɒdl/TEM8TOF vt.改造,改型,改变-What seems to be the problem?-Well,see,-有什么问题吗-是这样I asked for a window to be put in the side of the building.我要求在房子的侧面安装一扇窗户but you put it in the back.但是你装在后面了Yeah.I had to do it that way.嗯我不得不那么做Okay,but why?因为什么原因呢Well,it’s a structural thing.这样结构更合理structural:/'strʌktʃәrәl/CET4TEM4a.结构的,建筑的[医]结构的It’s hard to explain.很难解释Well,I’m a smart girl.Give it a try.我是个聪明姑娘试试吧Relax,sweetheart,it’s gonna look great.放轻松甜心装好了会很棒的Okay,Saul,here’s what I think is going on.索尔我是这么想的You want to finish this job quickly你想尽快完成这项工作and move on to the next one,and it’s easier然后继续下一项工作而且把窗户to put the window there instead of where I want it.装在后面比按我的要求做更简单Am I right?我说得对吗I’ve been in construction40years.我在建筑行业工作了40年construction:/kәn'strʌkʃәn/CET4n.建筑,构造,建筑物[化]施工No one’s ever questioned my integrity.从来没有人质疑过我的职业道德integrity:/in'tegriti/GRE CET6TEM4TEM8TOF n.正直,廉正,完整[计]完整性And until you can speak my language,在你会用我的语言说话前you’re just gonna have to trust me,sweetie.你只能相信我了亲爱的I may not understand construction,我可能不懂建筑行业but I do understand contracts.但是我懂合同contract:/'kɒntrækt/GRE CET6CET4TEM4TEM8TOF n.合约,婚约,契约vt.使皱缩,使缩短,感染,订约,缔结vi.皱缩,订约,收缩Especially the one you signed,尤其是你签的那份合同especially:/i'speʃәli/CET4TEM4adv.尤其,特别,格外which clearly states that I don’t have to pay you上面明确写着除非工作完成得state:/steit/CET4TEM4TOF n.州,状态,情形,国家,政府,领土,国务,社会地位a.国家的,正式的,礼仪用的,州的vt.说明,陈述,规定[计]状态unless the work is completed to my satisfaction.令我满意否则我一分钱都不用付satisfaction:/.sætis'fækʃәn/CET4n.满足,满意,快事,赔偿,赎罪,报仇的机会[经]偿还,赎回And that means,for the purpose of this,也就是说就这场谈话purpose:/'pә:pәs/CET4TEM4n.目的,意向,决心,用途,效果,论题vt.意欲,企图,计划and all future conversations,和未来的一切谈话而言conversation:/.kɒnvә'seiʃәn/CET4TEM4TOF n.会话,说话,交谈[法]交谈,社交,性交my dick is bigger than yours.我的屌都比你大Am I speaking your language now,Saul?我现在说的是你的语言了吗索尔Yes.嗯Good.很好It’s okay,man.没事的伙计Her dick’s also bigger than mine.她的屌也比我大You get used to it.慢慢就习惯了I found the coasters.They were in the last box I looked in.我找到杯垫了在我最后找的那个箱子里coaster:/'kәustә/n.沿海航行者/贸易者,沿海航船,带轮银盘,杯托,(酒瓶)垫子[经]沿海贸易船Sheila and Leo were just telling me about the neighborhood.希拉和利奥跟我介绍了周边邻里You are gonna love the supermarket.你一定会喜欢这里的超市It’s five blocks away and it’s got everything.五个街区远一切应有尽有I can’t wait.我迫不及待了I have so much shopping to do.我有好多东西要买And the schools here are excellent.You guys got kids?而且这里的学校棒极了你们有孩子吗excellent:/'ekslәnt/CET4TOF a.优良的,杰出的,出色的No.没有Well,we have four little rug rats.我们有四个小家伙rug:/rʌg/CET4TOF n.小块地毯,揭露某人rat:/ræt/CET4n.鼠,卑鄙的人,破坏者,变节者vi.捕鼠,变节vt.弄蓬松At some point,they are gonna break something that you own.早晚有一天他们会弄坏你们的东西Not to worry.We will pay for it.别担心我们会赔偿的We make up for being bad parents我们通过做好邻居by being good neighbors.来弥补做坏父母的不足Rob,罗伯why do I get the feeling we’ve met before?我怎么觉得我们之前见过I don’t know,Leo.我不知道利奥I mean,your face looks so familiar to me.你太面熟了familiar:/fә'miljә/CET4TEM4a.熟悉的,常见的,亲密的n.熟友,常客What do you do for a living?你是做什么工作的I’m in aerospace engineering.我是做航空航天工程的aerospace:/'єәrәuspeis/TEM4n.航天空间,航天技术engineering:/.endʒi'niәriŋ/CET4TEM4n.工程学,工程,操纵[化]机器;机器学Ever hear of Cyther-Tech?听说过塞特科技公司吗-No.-They have contracts with NASA.-没有-他们和国家宇航局签约了contract:/'kɒntrækt/GRE CET6CET4TEM4TEM8TOF n.合约,婚约,契约vt.使皱缩,使缩短,感染,订约,缔结vi.皱缩,订约,收缩I help design rockets.我帮助设计火箭design:/di'zain/CET6CET4TEM4TOF n.设计,图样,方案,企图v.设计,计划I’m in dry cleaning,myself.我是做干洗的Got four stores.有四个门店Practically a chain.基本算是连锁了chain:/tʃein/CET4TEM4n.链,枷锁,束缚vt.用铁练锁住,束缚,囚禁Sounds more impressive如果没人提起火箭impressive:/im'presiv/CET4TEM4TOF a.给人深刻印象的,威严的if no one’s been talking about rockets.听起来其实挺厉害的Rob,can I say something?罗伯我能说一句吗Sure.What’s up?当然怎么了If you want more coffee,ask for it.如果你还想要咖啡就说出来I beg your pardon?你说什么pardon:/'pɑ:dn/CET4TEM4n.原谅,赦免vt.宽恕,原谅Just tapping on your cup?只是敲敲杯子Come on.That’s how you treat a maid,not your wife.得了吧这是吆喝女佣而不是老婆treat:/tri:t/CET4TEM4n.宴请,款待vt.视为,对待,论述,治疗,款待vi.讨论,谈判,作东maid:/meid/CET4n.少女,未婚女子,女仆Okay.好吧See–this is my fault.See,I bought Sheila都怪我我给希拉买了a copy of The Feminine Mystique.一本《女性的奥秘》feminine:/'feminin/CET6TEM4a.女性的,阴性的,柔弱的[医]女性的,雌性的mystique:/mis'ti:k/n.神秘的气氛,奥秘,秘诀1963出版贝蒂·弗里丹著美国自由主义女性主义的经典著作I-I thought it was a sex manual.我以为那是性爱指南manual:/'mænjuәl/CET6CET4TEM4TOF n.手册,指南a.手的,手动的,手工的,体力的[计]人工的,手动的She’s been acting militant ever since.Sorry.从那以后她就表现得很好斗对不起militant:/'militәnt/GRE CET6 a.好战的Honey,does my tapping offend you?亲爱的我敲杯子冒犯到你了吗offend:/ә'fend/GRE CET4TEM4v.犯罪,冒犯,违反,进攻Of course not.当然没有Rob is such a wonderful provider.罗伯是个出色的养家者provider:/prә'vaidә/n.供应者,供养人,伙食承办人[计]提供器I consider it an honor to take care of him.我认为照顾他是一种荣幸consider:/kәn'sidər/CET4TEM4TOF v.考虑,思考,认为honor:/'ɒnә/TEM4n.荣誉,头衔,信用,尊敬,名誉,阁下,勋章vt.尊敬,授予荣誉,承兑,实践See?看吧She’s happy.她毫无怨言Didn’t mean to spoil the mood.我没想要破坏气氛spoil:/spɒil/GRE CET6CET4TEM4TOF n.战利品,赃物,奖品,变质,次品vt.损坏,破坏,溺爱vi.腐坏,掠夺Sorry,Rob.我的错罗伯Apology accepted.To show there’s no hard feelings,道歉我收下了为了证明我没往心里去next time you two are in Glendale,stop by Cyther-Tech下次你们经过格伦代尔来塞特科技公司S01E0110 and I’ll give you the grand tour.我带你们到处转转grand:/grænd/CET4TEM4TOF a.庄重的,壮观的,显赫的,重大的,最高的,雄伟的,宏大的,豪华的,傲慢的[法]重大的,主要的,伟大的tour:/tuә/CET4TEM4n.旅游,观光旅行,任期vi.旅行,周游,巡回vt.周游,观光,游历,使巡回演出You work in Glendale?你在格伦代尔工作Yeah.That’s where we’re based.是我们公司在那里Well,it’s getting late.天色已晚You guys have unpacking to do,你们还要归置行李and we have kids to spank.我们还得教育小孩spank:/spæŋk/GRE vt.打,拍击,飞跑vi.飞跑n.拍打,一巴掌We’re so happy to have made two new friends.我们非常高兴能结识两位新朋友Ah,we feel the same way.深有同感Take care,Beth Ann.保重贝丝·安Rob.罗伯Simone!The house.萨蒙妮这房子It’s finally done.终于装修好了My decorator finished Friday.What do you think?我的设计师周五完工的你觉得如何decorator:/'dekәreitә/n.装饰家,裱糊工,室内外墙壁油漆工,制景人员I’m so jealous I could kill myself.我真是嫉妒死你了jealous:/'dʒelәs/CET4TOF a.嫉妒的,羡慕的,留心的,戒备的Oh.That’s the look I was going for.那我的目的就算达到了Darling,I got you a scotch.亲爱的你的酒scotch:/skɔtʃ/GRE TEM8n.苏格兰人,苏格兰语,刻痕a.苏格兰人的,苏格兰语的vt.刻痕于,伤害,镇压,妨碍Thank you,my love.谢谢你亲爱的Don’t I have the nicest husband?难道还有比这更好的丈夫吗I don’t know.Ed died and left me six million.不好说埃德死后留给了我六百万That was pretty nice.挺不错的Oh.Where’s Wanda?旺达在哪儿呢Didn’t she come with you?她没和你一起来吗Wanda couldn’t make it.旺达来不了Oh.Why not?为什么She’s in a dark place lately.她最近比较颓Charles is divorcing her because she won’t stop drinking.因为她酗酒查尔斯要跟她离婚divorce:/di'vɒ:s/CET6CET4TEM4n.离婚vt.与...离婚Oh,poor thing.可怜的家伙Mom,I’m working.妈妈我在工作呢I’ll pretend not to know you in exchange for some cheese balls.你给我几个芝士球我就假装不认识你pretend:/pri'tend/GRE CET4TEM4TOF v.假装,伪称,自命,自称exchange:/iks'tʃeindʒ/CET6CET4TEM4TOF n.交换,(电话)交换局,交换机,汇兑,交易所v.交换,交易,兑换[计]交换;电话局How many do you want?你想要几个Leave the tray.一盘都归我tray:/trei/CET4n.托盘,公文盘,满盘,发射箱[化]淋盘I feel so badly for Wanda.我真为旺达感到难过Why don’t I throw a lunch in her honor?不然我替她办个午宴吧honor:/'ɒnә/TEM4n.荣誉,头衔,信用,尊敬,名誉,阁下,勋章vt.尊敬,授予荣誉,承兑,实践Oh,I don’t think that’s a good idea.我觉得那不太好吧I think she could use a show of support from her friends.我觉得她现在需要朋友的支持Honey,Wanda doesn’t like you.亲爱的旺达不喜欢你You lie.骗人Remember when we went to Le Dôme?还记得我们去乐多美酒庄那次吗Charles had just moved out the day before.查尔斯前一天刚搬走Wanda was crushed.旺达很崩溃crush:/krʌʃ/CET6CET4TEM4TOF n.压碎,粉碎,群众,迷恋vt.压破,征服,塞,弄皱,榨出vi.被压碎,起皱,挤And I told delightful anecdotes to make her laugh.然后我讲了些趣事逗她笑delightful:/di'laitful/a.令人愉快的,可爱的anecdote:/'ænikdәut/GRE TEM8TOF n.轶事,奇闻Stories about your trips to Italy关于你去意大利游玩的趣事and your thriving art gallery还有你热闹的画廊thriving://a.兴旺的,旺盛的,繁荣的gallery:/'gælәri/CET4TEM4TOF n.走廊,最高楼座,画廊,收集,图库[计]图库and how much money you’re spending on your daughter’s wedding.以及你在你女儿婚礼上花了多少钱Misery loves company.一起比惨痛苦减半misery:/'mizәri/CET6TEM4TOF n.痛苦,悲惨,不幸,穷困You should’ve just said that你本应该告诉她your life isn’t so perfect either.你的人生也并非那么完美But my life is perfect.但我的人生就是很完美啊That’s exactly the type of thing your friends don’t want to hear.你的朋友们最不想听到的就是这种话exactly:/ig'zæktli/CET4TEM4adv.确切地,精确地,恰好,完全地,确实,恰恰正是,确实如此Simone?Everything all right?萨蒙妮你没事吧Naomi says that娜奥米说Wanda doesn’t like me.旺达不喜欢我-I’m just devastated.-Oh,my poor darling.-我好伤心-我可怜的宝贝devastate:/'devәsteit/GRE TOF vt.毁坏[法]使荒废,毁灭,掠夺Here,would it help to dance?不如这样跳支舞会让你感觉好点吗I believe it would.我觉得会Really?You want to throw another jacket on that chair?真的吗你又往那把椅子上扔了件外套吗I’m so tired.我太累了tired:/taiәd/CET4TEM4a.疲累的,疲乏的,厌倦的There’s a coat rack right there.旁边就有个衣帽架rack:/ræk/GRE CET4TEM4n.架,行李架,饲草架,搁物架,痛苦,折磨,齿条,行云团vt.把...放在架上,在架上制作,折磨,使痛苦,压榨,榨取,猛烈撕拉,拷问vi.变形,倾斜,(云)随风飘,(马)小步跑[计]机架You’re complaining about me?There’s three pairs of your pants你还说我呢沙发上那三条裤子complain:/kәm'plein/CET6CET4v.抱怨,抗议,控诉pants:/pænts/TOF n.裤子,长裤,短衬裤,女式运动短裤hanging over the side of the couch.都是你的Well,we don’t have a pants rack.那是因为我们没有裤架Well,now you’ve ruined your birthday surprise.你的生日礼物就是这个了Yeah,yeah.我知道Get any writing done?你写得怎么样了A couple pages,nothing much.写了几页进展不多couple:/'kʌpl/CET4TEM4n.对,夫妇,数个vt.使成双,连接,使成婚,把...联系起来vi.结合,成婚That’s something.那也不错Oh,what’re we gonna do about dinner?我们晚餐吃什么Oh,I was thinking pizza.披萨怎么样Ah.My mom used to love pizza.我妈以前很喜欢披萨What did you think of her body?你觉得她身材如何Salad it is.还是吃沙拉吧salad:/'sælәd/CET4n.色拉Hello?Hey,what’s up?喂怎么了What?什么Okay,honey,honey,calm down.好亲爱的亲爱的冷静No.Where is he now?不他在哪No,I’ll be right over.Don’t open the door.不我马上来别开门Who was that?是谁My friend Jade.She has this crazy ex我朋友洁德她的疯狂前男友who’s been stalking her.一直在跟踪她stalk:/stɒ:k/GRE CET6TEM8TOF n.茎,追踪,高视阔步vi.悄悄靠近,蹑手蹑脚地走近,蔓延,高视阔步vt.追踪,搜索-So you’re going over there?-There’s a car parked outside her-那你打算过去-有辆车停在她公寓外面condo.condo:/kәn'dәu/n.共同统治,共管下的政府,共管,多层公寓大楼,由个人占用的一套公寓房间I’ll check it out,I’ll come right back.我去看看马上回来You never mentioned Jade before.你从没提起过洁德Well,she’s a new friend.Where are my keys?是个新朋友我的钥匙呢Oh...you fucking her?你在干她吗Yeah.对-What happened to Alicia?-She moved back to Peru.-艾莉西亚呢-她回秘鲁了How come you didn’t tell me you had a new hookup?你怎么不跟我说你有新炮友了hookup:/'hukʌp/n.连接,接线图,联播[电]勾住Honey,we don’t always share that kind of stuff.亲爱的我们不总分享这些I mean,are you seeing anyone lately?你最近认识什么人了吗No,no.I mean,no one interesting.没有没什么有趣的人Should I come with you?我该跟你一起去吗To do what?去干嘛Well,if it’s her ex and it gets violent,I can,you know,如果她前任发飙了我可以violent:/'vaiәlәnt/CET6CET4TOF a.暴力的,猛烈的,激烈的,极端的,凶暴的I can scream for help.我可以大喊scream:/skri:m/CET4TEM4n.尖叫声vi.尖叫,大笑,尖啸,令人震惊vt.尖叫着说,大叫大嚷着要求-I adore you.-Well,only’cause I’m adorable.-我好爱你-因为我太可爱了adore:/ә'dɒ:/GRE CET6TEM4TEM8TOF vt.崇拜,爱慕,喜爱vi.崇拜,爱慕adorable:/ә'dɒ:rәbl/a.可崇拜的,值得敬慕的,可爱的I’d like to keep kissing you...我很乐意一直吻你But you have to go help your lesbian lover.但你得去帮你的女同爱人了lesbian:/'lezbiәn/a.女同性恋的n.女同性恋者Yeah.Okay.对好吧I’m ordering pizza.我要点披萨冷冻披萨全新美味刺激Honey,put that back.亲爱的放回去We don’t need any more cookies.我们不需要饼干了I said no.我说了不行-You don’t say.-They invited us over for coffee.-真的假的-他们请我们过去喝咖啡So,as we’re talking,我们聊着天Leo realizes where he’s seen this guy before.利奥想起了他之前在哪见过那人realize:/'riәlaiz/CET4TEM4TOF vt.了解,实现,使显得逼真,变卖vi.变卖Where had he seen him?在哪见过In Glendale.Right down the street from Cyther-Tech,格伦代尔就在塞特科技公司的那条街which is where the guy works.他工作的地方And what did Leo say this guy was doing?利奥说那个男人在干什么Leo said he saw him in the parking lot of some diner.利奥说他看见对方在一个餐厅的停车场Rob was kissing a waitress.罗伯在吻一个服务生Are you gonna tell the wife?你要告诉他妻子吗Well,I just met the woman.我刚认识这女人How am I gonna let her know that her husband is having an affair?我要怎么开口说她丈夫出轨了affair:/ә'fєә/CET4n.事件,事务,恋爱事件Beth Ann.贝丝·安Beth Ann!贝丝·安Beth Ann!贝丝·安Tommy,can you ask Gustav汤米你能问问古斯塔夫if he’s ready to serve the desserts?他是否能上甜点了吗dessert:/di'zә:t/TEM8TOF n.餐后甜点Sure thing,Mrs.Grove.没问题格罗夫太太Oh,what’s this?这是什么I don’t know.It was here when I came in.我不知道我来时就在了Gustav said desserts are good to go.古斯塔夫说甜品准备好了Oh,thank you.谢谢Mrs.Grove?格罗夫太太Is,uh,is everything okay?一切都还好吗Everything’s fine.Absolutely fine.一切都好非常好absolutely:/'æbsәlu:tli/CET4TOF adv.完全地,绝对地,确确实实地I’m happy.我很开心-What happened?-Her ex was definitely in the car.-怎么了-她前任绝对在车里definitely:/'definitli/CET6CET4adv.明确无疑地,清楚地We had to call the cops.我们只好报警cop:/kɒp/n.警官vt.抓住-Oh,my God.-Yeah.-天哪-是啊Did they arrest him?警察逮捕他了吗arrest:/ә'rest/GRE CET6CET4TEM4TEM8n.逮捕,监禁vt.拘捕,抑制,吸引,阻止Duke–that’s his name...杜克这是他的名字-Great name.-He drove away before they got there.-好名字-他在警察来前就开走了Well,she shouldn’t go back to the condo until they find him.在警察找到他之前她都不该回公寓condo:/kәn'dәu/n.共同统治,共管下的政府,共管,多层公寓大楼,由个人占用的一套公寓房间-Right.That’s what I told her.-Good.-对我也这么说-很好So did you take her to a hotel?那你带她去酒店了-What?-Don’t be mad...-怎么了-别生气About what?生什么气Jade’s outside.洁德在门外No!不会吧-She didn’t want to be alone.-I don’t care.-她不想一个人待着-我不在乎Eli.伊莱Rule number one:第一条规矩We don’t bring our hookups into the house.我们不带炮友回房子hookup:/'hukʌp/n.连接,接线图,联播[电]勾住But I’m worried about her.但我担心她Which means you’ve violated rule number two.也就是说你违反了第二条规矩violate:/'vaiәleit/GRE CET6TEM4TOF vt.违犯,亵渎,违反,侵犯,妨碍[经]违犯,违反You’ve become emotionally involved.你动了感情了emotionally:/i'mәuʃәnәli/adv.在情绪上involved:/in'vɔlvd/a.难懂的,复杂的,不易懂的,卷入...之中的,累及...,与...有关,被纠缠的[计]包含,涉及That is an insult to me这不仅是对我的侮辱insult:/'insʌlt/CET4TEM4TOF n.侮辱,无礼,损害vt.损害,侮辱,攻击and the sacred institution known as open marriage.也是对神圣的开放婚姻的侮辱sacred:/'seikrid/GRE CET6CET4TEM4TOF a.神圣的,献给上帝的,庄严的,祭祀的[法]神圣的,不可侵犯的institution:/.insti'tju:ʃәn/GRE CET6CET4TEM4n.机构,惯例,制度[医]机关,机构,设施Damn it,Taylor,this is a really big favor.我去泰勒这真的是个大忙了favor:/'feivә/TEM4n.好意,喜爱vt.赐予,支持,喜欢,证实I know,baby.我知道宝贝All right,fine,one night.好吧就一晚-I told her she could stay the weekend.-Two nights.-我跟她说她这个周末都可以待在这里-两晚-Monday is Labor Day,so technically...-Three nights.-周一是劳动节所以...-三晚Final offer.不还价Thank you.谢谢Okay,um,should we pick up a little bit?那我们是不是得收拾一下No.I want the Pasadena不我要让帕萨迪纳市的bisexual community to see how you live.双性恋群体看看你是怎么生活的bisexual:/.bai'seksjuәl/a.两性的,雌雄同体的[医]两性的community:/kә'mju:niti/CET6CET4TOF n.社区,公众,共有,共同体[经]公众,共有,社会Oh,Lord.我天Come on in,Jade.进来吧洁德-Hey.-Hey,this is Eli.-你好-你好这是伊莱Thank you so much for letting me stay.很感谢你能收留我I really,really appreciate it.真的真的很谢谢你appreciate:/ә'pri:ʃieit/GRE CET4TEM4TOF vt.赏识,鉴别,为...而感激,领会,欣赏vi.增值,涨价We’re gonna put Jade in the guest room.洁德就住在客房Will you grab her suitcase,honey?你能帮她拿下行李吗宝贝grab:/græb/TEM4TOF n.抓握,掠夺,强占,东方沿岸帆船vi.抓取,抢去vt.攫取,捕获,霸占suitcase:/'sju:tkeis/GRE TOF n.手提箱Eli?伊莱Oh,yeah,absolutely.好的没问题absolutely:/'æbsәlu:tli/CET4TOF adv.完全地,绝对地,确确实实地Oh,my gosh!我的天哪gosh:/gɒʃ/interj.唉,天啊,天哪-Are you okay?-Nothing’s broken.-你没事吧-没摔坏哪It’s all good.Right up here.Right this way.没事就在这上面就这边-Beth Ann?-Sheila.-贝丝·安-希拉Now is not a good time.现在真不是个好时候I’ll be quick.I must apologize.我很快说完我得向你道歉Please.没事I have to get my housework done before Rob gets home.我得在罗伯回来之前做完家务housework:/'hauswә:k/n.家事,家务I just feel awful about what you heard.很抱歉你听到了那些话awful:/'ɒ:ful/CET4TEM4TOF a.可怕的,庄严的,虔敬的You have every right to hate me.你完全有理由讨厌我I don’t hate you.我不讨厌你Just know that I won’t be sharing that story我不会再跟任何人说with anyone else.这件事情了Good,because it’s not true.很好因为这事就不是真的Beth Ann...贝丝·安...It’s not.Leo is mistaken.那不是真的是利奥弄错了mistaken:/mis'teikәn/a.犯错的,错误的mistake的过去分词S01E0120 He knows what he saw.他知道自己看到了什么Rob kissed a blonde waitress罗伯亲了一个金发服务员blonde:/blɔnd/a.(头发)亚麻色的,淡色的,白肤金发碧眼的,白里透红的,白皙的,淡黄色的n.肤色白皙的金发女人in the parking lot of Jansen’s Diner.就在詹森餐厅的停车场It’s impossible.这不可能Maybe you should talk to him.也许你应该跟他谈谈He couldn’t.他不会这么做的He wouldn’t put me through that.他不会让我经历这种事情的He’s a man.他是个男人Some of them cheat.有些男人是会出轨的cheat:/tʃi:t/CET4TEM4n.欺骗,作弊,骗子v.欺骗,逃脱,骗取Not Rob,not Rob.罗伯不会的他不会的Not after what happened to our daughter.尤其是在失去了我们的女儿之后You had a daughter?你们之前有个女儿Oh,honey.亲爱的So,please,tell Leo he’s wrong.所以请你告诉利奥是他看错了Rob and I are so very happy.我和罗伯过得很幸福-Oh,shit.-It’s fine,Myron.-糟糕-没事迈伦You know what they say:俗话说It’s not a party until someone breaks something,没有打碎过东西的派对就不算是派对and that was expensive,so we must be having a marvelous time.那很昂贵所以我们一定是玩得很尽兴marvelous:/'mɑ:vәlәs/CET4TOF a.令人惊异的,了不起的,不平常的Darling,one of the waiters said you were looking for me?亲爱的有个侍者跟我说你在找我I need to speak to you.Privately.我要跟你私下谈谈privately://adv.秘密地；私下地Of course.没问题You want to talk in here?你要在这里谈It’ll just be a moment.一会儿就好All right,what’s-what’s going on?好吧发生了什么事Where did you get this?你从哪里拿到这个的Does it matter?Who is he?这重要吗这男的是谁Darling,if I could just...亲爱的你听我解释...Tell me his name.告诉我他叫什么Winston.温斯顿What’s his last name?他姓什么I-I don’t know.我不知道Is he the only one or have there been others?是只有他一个还是还有其他人Here’s what’s going to happen.接下来你按我说的做You will go upstairs to begin packing.你上楼去打包行李I will tell our guests that you have some sort of headache.我会告诉客人们你突发头疼之类的You won’t come down until everyone’s gone.在所有人离开之前你都不许下楼It’s crucial they know nothing of this.他们必须对此一无所知crucial:/'kru:ʃәl/GRE CET6TEM4TEM8TOF a.决定性的,重要的,严厉的[医]十字形的;决断的,定局的Do you understand?I will not be humiliated.你明白了吗我不会受此羞辱的humiliate:/hju:'milieit/GRE TOF vt.使丢脸,使蒙羞,屈辱-I’m s...-Don’t!-我很抱...-别碰我I’m so sorry.我很抱歉You cannot apologize for this.这种事道歉可没用。
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Above all, she worries that having a family will be nigh on impossible to combine with a demanding career. When she met her boyfriend’s father for the first time this year, she reassured him about her intentions at McKinsey. “I told him that I would rethink my career in a few years’ time,” she says.
That one of the brightest of Japan’s graduates needs to say such things should worry Shinzo Abe, the prime minister. Japan educates its women to a higher level than nearly anywhere else in the world: its girls come near the top in education league-tables compiled by the OECD. But when they leave university their potential is often squandered, as far as the economy is concerned. Female participation in the labour force is 63%, far lower than in other rich countries. When women have their first child, 70% of them stop working for a decade or more, compared with just 30% in America. Quite a lot of those 70% are gone for good.
真实意思与看起来不同的英文单词和句子
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描写女性的英语单词合集
描写女性的英语单词合集01. 女性female [ˈfiːmeɪl]02. 女权主义feminism ['fɛmənɪzəm]03. 女人woman ['wʊmən]04. 女人（复数）women [ˈwɪmɪn]05. 女士madam ['mædəm]06. 女士lady [ˈleɪdi]07. 女士，小姐Ms. [mɪz]08. 小姐Miss [mɪs]09. 太太Mrs. ['mɪsɪz]10. 女孩girl [ɡɜːrl]11. 小姑娘little girl ['lɪtl ɡɜːrl]12. 少女young girl [jʌŋ ɡɜːrl]13. 女朋友girlfriend [ˈɡɜːrlfrɛnd]14. 女王queen [kwiːn]15. 女神goddess [ˈɡɑːdəs]16. 闺蜜homie [ˈhəʊmi]17. 新娘bride [braɪd]18. 孕妇pregnant woman['prɛɡnənt 'wʊmən]19. 母亲mother [ˈmʌðər]20. 子宫uterus [ˈjuːtərəs]21. 产后抑郁症postpartum depression[pəʊstˈpɑːrtəm dɪˈprɛʃn]22. 生理期period [ˈpɪriəd]23. 痛经menstrual cramps[ˈmɛnstruəl kræmps]24. 卫生巾pad [pæd]25. 卫生棉条tampon [ˈtæmpɑːn]26. 乳房breast [brɛst]27. 文胸bra [brɑː]28. 乳腺癌breast cancer[brɛst ˈkænsər]29. 母亲节Mother's Day[ˈmʌðərz deɪ]30. 三八妇女节Women's Day['wɪmɪnz deɪ]女性称呼搞清楚Miss 小姐。
宝贝的英文怎么说
宝贝的英文怎么说宝贝是我们对亲爱者的昵称，多用于小孩儿。
也用来形容很有价值并当爱物保藏起来的东西，如：这个花瓶是他的宝贝。
那么你知道宝贝用英文怎么说吗?下面店铺为大家带来宝贝的英文说法，欢迎大家一起学习。
宝贝的英文说法1：baby英 [ˈbeibi] 美 [ˈbebi]宝贝的英文说法2：treasure英 [ˈtreʒə] 美 [ˈtrɛʒɚ]宝贝的英文说法3：darling英 [ˈdɑ:liŋ] 美 [ˈdɑrlɪŋ]宝贝相关英文表达：天才宝贝 Genius baby甜心宝贝 Sugababes宝贝的英文说法例句：1. We wondered what the future would hold for our baby son.我们不知道宝贝儿子长大了会怎样。
2. These books are still among my most treasured possessions.这些书仍然是我最珍爱的宝贝之一。
3. Ex-forces personnel could be the manna from heaven employers are seeking.当过兵的人大概是雇主们寻找的宝贝了。
4. He called the Polaroid camera a godsend to his work.他称宝丽来照相机是老天爷特意为他的工作赐予的宝贝。
5. "I want to go with you, Daddy."—"Now, now, sweetheart."“爸爸，我想和你一起去。
”——“好吧，好吧，小宝贝。
”6. His greatest treasure is his collection of rock records.他最珍爱的宝贝是他收藏的摇滚唱片。
7. The baby went naked on the beach.这个小宝贝光着身子在沙滩上。
essay On Doris Lessing's a woman on a roof
On Doris Lessing’s "A Woman on a Roof"April S. MartinezDoris Lessing’s "A Woman on a Roof" allows us to understand how some men view woman: as mere objects for display and possession. Lessing shows how each of the male characters reacts and deals with rejection from a woman sunbathing on a nearby rooftop. We discover how three men’s preoccupation with sex keeps them unaware of how their advances may be unwanted and ignorant of their action’s possible consequences.All three men share the desire to get this woman’s attention. Working on a rooftop of a block of flats in the hot, hot, sun, these men seek a diversion from the relentless heat. They whistle, yell, and wave at a near naked woman on a rooftop nearby, but the woman pays no mind to them. Their isolation on the rooftop and the woman’s relentless indignation fuels the men’s decent into a world of lewd behavior, thereby creating an atmosphere of harassment and rejection. They become "taunted" by this woman’s indifference towards them.All three men have distinctly different attitudes towards the situation they have created. Each has experienced rejection from women. In fact, each displays a level of hardness that affects his attitude. They each react differently to the woman’s indifference and each t ake his efforts to different levels.Tom, the youngest, represents a primary level, a man untouched by rejection. Stanley, the instigator, clearly at a secondary level to Tom, shows a man slightly touched by rejection. Stanley hates the blows of rejection to his manhood. Harry, on the other hand, represents a final level where he considers the woman’s presence trivial. He is long since married and possibly has suffered many indignities with regards to the scowls of women.The three men momentarily find di straction from the heat as they become obsessed with the sunbather’ s exact location. They report her movements to one another. Stanley likens her presence on her roof to "a crime gotten away with." He states that "he would never let his wife do what she is doing" (Lessing 857). Acting as judge and jury, all three men seem to deny her the right to be on her roof doing as she pleases.The woman acts as if she has managed to escape the mindless need to entertain men (Allen 200). The woman on the roof has not offered one invitation for comment or attention, yet the men feel she has. By being caught by their eyes was invitation enough, yet the woman ignores the men no matter what (Lessing 858). She remains the symbol of a new age woman who disdains harassment from men.Tom believes he is this woman’s hero. Throughout the story he sees himself protecting her from Stanley’s domination (Lessing 858). He feels he is not her harasser and that she must be aware of his love for her. His dreams of her have convinced him that meeting this woman is in his destiny. He doesn’t interpret her indifference as rejection as Stanley does and has no idea how he will suffer for it later. Far gone into his fantasy, Tom imagines the nearby crane aiding his heroic rescue of her.Stan ley shows a hatred for this woman’s remote coolness (Lessing 858). An attitude not yet displayed by Tom and long since forgotten by Harry, his anger reveals how he has dealt with the indifference of women before. Protected for the moment, by this lofty location, Stanley floats above his memory of past rejections. He is barely coping with the situation and shows he is losing it as he becomes more verbally abusive towards her.In the middle of the story Lessing takes us away for a moment as she reminds us of a folktale of long ago. She refers to the woman as Lady Godiva and Tom shares the same name as Godiva’s voyeur (859). The small amount of clothing on the woman on the roof is not much less than Godiva’s long hair. Tom’s admiration and longing for the woma n is nothing more than "peeping" and like the folktale, Tom is set to be punished eventually.Lessing’s introduction of Mrs. Pritchett into the story serves to exemplify Stanley’s reason for his confidence with women. Mrs. Pritchett serves the three men tea and flirts with Stanley (Lessing 860). There is no tension between Mrs. Pritchett and Stanley (Atack 206). This shows Stanley can have his successes with women. Upon returning to the roof the contrast of the attention he had just received from Mrs. Pritchett and the inattention from the woman on the roof is too much for Stanley to bear and he announces he is going home. All he can do now, for the sake of his own ego, is condemn her once and for all.The situation is heating up as the temperature soars i nto the 80’s. Stanley begins stomping and screaming at this woman. Harry struggles to take control of the situation as he sees no end to Stanley’s and Tom’s obsessive behavior. He takes responsibility to knock the men off early before asking his boss. Stanley is clearly no good for work for the rest of the day and Tom has become delusional as heis now free to pursue his woman.It is now Tom’s moment of truth. He surprises the woman by pouncing in on her space. She stares at him and asks him "what do you want?" (Lessing 861). Expecting to be welcome, he stammers over his explanation of being there. She offers no idle conversation and rejects him with the words "go away" (Lessing 861) . Tom doesn’t immediately realize what has happened because of a phenomeno n called "delay of stupidity." Tom will suffer from his impulsive actions and move up to Stanley’s attitude level. Eventually, Tom will land at Harry’s level, as Stanley has, accepting (reluctantly) that not every women is an object for man’s passion.Retreating and feeling broken, Tom gets drunk "in hatred of her." This lesson has "fixed" him as if to say: "see what you get for being so stupid?" (Lessing 862). The delay in Tom’s realization of his stupidity was inevitable. On the roof, Stanley and Harry displayed "lessons learned" in their attitudes. They knew when to quit. Tom took his unbridled actions all the way because he knew no better.The men return to work the next day with a new distraction on their minds. The weather has changed suddenly and is no longer attractive to sun bathers. Without the presence of the woman on the roof there are no sexual thoughts to preoccupy them. For Tom and Stanley, the consequences of their actions are forgotten and only evident in their new levels of understanding.Works CitedAllen, Orphia J., Short Story Criticism. Vol 16. Ed. Thomas Vottler. Detroit, MI: Gale Research, Co., 1990.Atack, Margaret., Short Story Criticism. Vol 6. Ed. Thomas Vottler.Detroit, MI: Gale Research, Co., 1990.Leasing, Doris. "A Woman on a Roof." The Harper Anthology Fiction. Ed. Sylvan Barnet. New York: HarperCollins, 1981.。
兰登书屋评选的20世纪百部经典英文小说书目
兰登书屋评选的20世纪百部经典英文小说书目美国兰登书屋的《当代文库》编辑小组於1998年7月间选出了二十世纪一百大英文小说。
这份排名书单一公布,即引起举世回响和评论。
百大小说之圈选,以英国航海作家康拉德(Joseph Conrad)入选四本最多;其他如乔伊斯、福克纳、劳伦斯、福斯特、詹姆斯、渥夫各有叁本入选。
乔伊斯的《尤里西斯》是第一名,这本书在其他名单也都名列前茅。
就出版年代而言,出版最早的是1900年的《嘉莉妹妹》和《吉姆爷》;最近的则是1983年的《紫苑草》;1985年以後尚无入选作品。
20世纪百大英文小说名单:1. 乔伊斯(James Joyce)爱尔兰《尤里西斯》(Ulysses)19222. 费兹杰罗(F. S. Fitzgerald)美国《大亨小传》(The Great Gatsby)19253. 乔伊斯(James Joyce)爱尔兰《青年艺术家的画像》(A Portrait of the Artistas a Young Man)19164. 纳巴科夫(Vladimir Nabokov)俄裔美籍《洛莉塔》(Lolita)19555. 赫胥黎(Aldous Huxley)英国《美丽新世界》(Brave New World)19326. 福克纳(William Faulkner)美国《声音与愤怒》(The Sound andFury)19297. 海勒(Joseph Heller)美国《第22条军规》(Catch-22)19618. 柯斯勒(Arthur Koestler)匈牙利《中午的黑暗》(Darkness atNoon)19419. 劳伦斯(D. H. Lawrence)英国《儿子与情人》(Sons and Lover)191310. 史坦贝克(John Steinbeck)美国《愤怒的葡萄》(The Grapes of Wrath)193911. 劳瑞(Malcolm Lowry)英国《在火山下》(Under the Volcano)194712. 巴特勒(Samuel Butler)英国《众生之路》(The Way of All Flesh)190313. 欧威尔(George Orwell)英国《一九八四》(1984)194914. 格雷夫斯(Robert Graves)英国《我,克劳狄》(I, Claudius)193415. 吴尔芙(Virginia Woolf)英国《到灯塔去》(To the Lighthouse)192716. 德莱赛(Theodore Dreiser)美国《人间悲剧》(An AmericanTragedy)192517. 玛克勒丝(Carson McCullers)美国《同是天涯沦落人》(The Heart Is a Longly Heart) 194018. 冯内果(Kurt Vonnegut)美国《第五号屠宰场》(Slaughterhouse-Five)196919. 埃利森(Ralph Ellison)美国《隐形人》(Invisible Man)195220. 莱特(Richard Wright)美国《土生子》(Native Son)194021. 贝娄(Saul Bellow)美国《雨王韩德森》(Henderson the RainKing)195922. 奥哈拉(John O'Hara)美国《在萨马拉的会合》(Appointment in Samarra)193423. 多斯帕索斯(John Dos Passos)美国《美国》(U. S. A. )193624. 安德生(Sherwood Anderson)美国《小城故事》(Winesburg, Ohio)191925. 福斯特(E. M. Forster)英国《印度之旅》(A Passage to India)192426. 詹姆斯(Henry James)美国《鸽翼》(The Wings of the Dove)190227. 詹姆斯(Henry James)美国《奉使记》(The Ambassadors)190328. 费兹杰罗(F. S. Fitzgerald)美国《夜未央》(Tender Is theNight)193429. 法雷尔(James T. Farrell)美国《「斯塔兹?朗尼根」三部曲》(Studs Lonigan-trilogy) 193530. 福特(Ford Madox Ford)英国《好兵》(The Good Soldier)191531. 欧威尔(George Orwell)英国《动物农庄》(Animal Farm)194532. 詹姆斯(Henry James)美国《金碗》(The Golden Bowl)190433. 德莱赛(Theodore Dreiser)美国《嘉莉妹妹》(Sister Carrie)190034. 渥夫(Evelyn Waugh)英国《一掬尘土》(A Handful of Dust)193435. 福克纳(William Faulkner)美国《出殡现形记》(As I Lay Dying)193036. 华伦(Robert Penn Warren)美国《国王供奉的人们》(All the King's Men)194637. 威尔德(Thornton Wilder)美国《圣路易?莱之桥》(The Bridge of SanLuis Rey)192738. 福斯特(E. M. Forster)英国《此情可问天》(Howards End)191039. 包德温(James Baldwin)美国《向苍天呼吁》(Go Tell It on the Mountain)195340. 葛林(Graham Greene)英国《事情的真相》(The Heart of theMatter)194841. 高汀(William Golding)英国《苍蝇王》(Lord of the Flies)195442. 迪基(James Dickey)美国《解救》(Deliverance )197043. 鲍威尔(Anthony Powell)英国《与时代合拍的舞蹈》(A Dance to the Music of Time) 197544. 赫胥黎(Aldous Huxley)英国《针锋相对》(Point Counter Point)192845. 海明威(Ernest Hemingway)美国《太阳照样升起》(The Sun Also Rise)192646. 康拉德(Joseph Conrad)英国《特务》(The Secret Agent)190747. 康拉德(Joseph Conrad)英国《诺斯特罗莫》(Nostromo)190448. 劳伦斯(D. H. Lawrence)英国《彩虹》(Rainbow)191549. 劳伦斯(D. H. Lawrence)英国《恋爱中的女人》(Women in Love)192050. 米勒(Henry Miller)美国《北回归线》(Tropic of Cancer)193451. 梅勒(Norman Mailer)美国《裸者和死者》(The Naked and Dead)194852. 罗斯(Philp Roth)美国《波特诺伊的抱怨》(Portnoy's Complaint)196953. 纳巴科夫(Vladimir Nabokov)俄裔美籍《苍白的火》(Pale Fire)196254. 福克纳(William Faulkner)美国《八月之光》(Light in August)193255. 克洛厄(Jack Kerouac)美国《在路上》(On the Road)195756. 汉密特(Dashiell Hammett)美国《马尔他之鹰》(The MalteseFalcon)193057. 福特(Ford Madox Ford)英国《行进的目的》(Parade's End)192858. 华顿(Edith Wharton)美国《纯真年代》(The Age of Innocence)192059. 毕尔邦(Max Beerbohm)英国《朱莱卡?多卜生》(Zuleika Dobson)191160. 柏西(Walker Percy)美国《热爱电影的人》(The Moviegoer)196161. 凯赛(Willa Cather)美国《总主教之死》(Death Comes to Archbishop)192762. 钟斯(James Jones)美国《乱世忠魂》(From Here to Eternity)195163. 奇佛(John Cheever)美国《丰普肖特纪事》(The WapshotChronicles)195764. 沙林杰(J. D. Salinger)美国《麦田捕手》(The Catcher in theRye)195165. 柏基斯(Anthony Burgess)英国《装有发条的橘子》(A Clockwork Orange)196266. 毛姆(W. Somerset Maugham)英国《人性枷锁》(Of Human Bondage)191567. 康拉德(Joseph Conrad)英国《黑暗之心》(Heart of Darkness)190268. 刘易士(Sinclair Lewis)美国《大街》(Main Street)192069. 华顿(Edith Wharton)美国《欢乐之家》(The House of Mirth)190570. 达雷尔(Lawrence Durrell)英国《亚历山大四部曲》(The Alexandraia Quartet) 196071. 休斯(Richard Hughes)英国《牙买加的风》(A High Wind inJamaica)192972. 耐波耳(V. S. Naipaul)特立尼达和多巴哥《毕斯瓦思先生之屋》(A House for Mr. Biswas)196173. 威斯特(Nathaniel West)美国《蝗虫的日子》(The Day of theLocust)193974. 海明威(Ernest Hemingway)美国《战地春梦》(A Farewell toArms)192975. 渥夫(Evelyn Waugh)英国《独家新闻》(Scoop )193876. 丝帕克(Muriel Spark)英国《琼?布罗迪小姐的青春》(The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie) 196177. 乔伊斯(James Joyce)爱尔兰《为芬尼根守灵》(Finnegans Wake)193978. 吉卜林(Rudyard Kipling)英国《金姆》(Kim)190179. 福斯特(E. M. Forster)英国《窗外有蓝天》(A Room with a View)190880. 渥夫(Evelyn Waugh)英国《梦断白庄》(Bride shead Revisited)194581. 贝娄(Saul Bellow)美国《阿奇正传》(The Adventures of Augie March)197182. 史达格纳(Wallace Stegner)美国《安眠的天使》(Angle ofRepose)197183. 耐波耳(V. S. Naipaul)特立尼达和多巴哥《河曲》(A Bend in the River)197984. 鲍恩(Elizabeth Bowen)英国《心之死》(The Death of the Heart)193885. 康拉德(Joseph Conrad)英国《吉姆爷》(Lord Jim)190086. 达特罗(E. L. Doctorow)美国《爵士乐》(Ragtime)197587. 贝内特(Arnold Bennett)英国《老妇人的故事》(The Old Wives'Tale)190888. 伦敦(Jack London)英国《野性的呼唤》(The Call of the Wild)190389. 格林(Henry Green)英国《爱》(Loving)194590. 鲁西迪(Salman Rushdie)(印裔英籍)《午夜的孩子们》(Midnight's Children) 198191. 考德威尔(Erskine Caldwell)美国《烟草路》(Tobacco Road)193292. 甘耐第(William Kennedy)美国《紫苑草》(Ironweed)198393. 佛勒斯(John Fowles)英国《占星家》(The Magus)196694. 里丝(Jean Rhys)英国《辽阔的藻海》(Wide Sargasso)196695. 默多克(Iris Murdoch)英国《在网下》(Under the Net)195496. 斯蒂隆(William Styron)美国《苏菲亚的抉择》(Sophie's Choice)197997. 鲍尔斯(Paul Bowles)美国《遮蔽的天空》(The Sheltering Sky)194998. 凯恩(James M. Cain)美国《邮差总按两次铃》(The Postman Always Rings Twice) 193499. 唐利维(J. P. Donleavy)美国《眼线》(The Ginger Man)1955100. 塔金顿(Booth Tarkington)美国《伟大的安伯森斯》(The Magnificent Ambersons) 1918。
A-Woman-on-a-Roof
Doris Lessing
Presenter: Lu Yuanyuan
The Work
Plot
The author
Outline
Character
Literature Review
Theme
Point of view
The Author—Doris Lessing
Awards of Doris Lessing
• Somerset Maugham Award (1954) • Prix Médicis étranger (1976) • Austrian State Prize for European Literature
(1981) • Shakespeare-Preis der Alfred Toepfer
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Her Poetry
• Fourteen Poems
• The Wolf People - INPOPA Anthology 2002
Notable Works
The Grass Is Singing The Golden Notebook Children of Violence Series The Good Terrorist Briefing for a Descent into Hotel
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David Cohen Prize
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Premio Príncipe de Asturias Nobel Prize in Literature
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A Woman on a Roof is a short story written by Nobel prize winner Doris Lessing, published in 1963 in London. It told a funny story between a woman sunbathing on a roof in bikini and three man, Tom, Stanley and Harry, working on the roof 20 feet away. Stanley, recently married, and Tom, seventeen, keep walking over to stare at her, to the dismay of Harry, who is older and responsible for the crew completing the gutter job.
Miss March《三月女郎(2009)》完整中英文对照剧本
Careful, tucker.当心点塔克The floor is hot lava. You can't这地板就像是熔岩touch the ground on your foul up.你别把它弄脏了We gotta get to craig's room to get我们要在克雷格发现之前the treasure before he find out.去他房♥间找到他的宝藏what's the treasure? craig just什么宝藏克雷格刚...got a michael jordan's rookie card.得到了迈克尔·乔丹的新手收集卡It cost him, like, a hundred bucks.这花了他好几百呢Did you know that michael jordan's你知道迈克尔·乔丹first year in the bulls.第一年为公牛队效力期间Michael jordan had 138 rebounds?迈克尔·乔丹抢到了138个篮板球吗Yeah. But you know who the bulls rebound leader is,though?知道那你知道谁是公牛队的篮板王吗Yeah. scottie pippen. Yeah.当然斯科蒂·皮蓬Where's the card? It's in the closet in a shoe box.卡片在哪在橱里的鞋盒里He's got the michael jordan's rookie card and a Hank Aaron card.他得到了迈克尔·乔丹和汉克·阿伦的卡片It's not in mint condition, but it's a good card.它有些破旧了不过它还是张很棒的卡片Oh, my god. what?天哪什么Your brother's got a playboy. no, he doesn't.你哥哥居然有《花♥花♥公♥子♥》不他没有What's a playboy? A magazine with naked ladies.什么是《花♥花♥公♥子♥》一本都是裸体女性的杂♥志♥What? He doesn't have that.什么他从来不看那些Look. dude, i think your brother can go to jail for this.老兄我觉得你哥该为这个进监狱了Shut up. Don't open it.闭嘴别看它Is that what girls look like?女孩们原来就是那样的吗They look so weird.她们看上去真奇怪How do they pee?她们怎么尿尿It must come out of those.一定是从这里出来Gross.真恶心Look at that one.快看那个Tucker, you just stepped on hot塔克你踩到熔岩地板了lava. You're on fire.你麻烦大了Whatever.无所谓Look at the ass on that thing.看那女孩的屁♥股♥Helllo. what?我要泡她什么You could bounce a quarter off that sweet turd-cutter.那美臀肯定弹力十足Tucker, stop it.塔克别这样That's eleanore, our friend.艾玲娜是我们的朋友Her mom's my piano teacher.她母亲是我的钢琴老师Oh, man. I want her to french-kiss my dick so bad.真想让她给我口♥交♥Oh, my god.真是疯了Jenny's tits are the exact same size as miss november's.珍妮的乳♥房♥♥尺寸都和十一月小姐的一样了I don't care. This means that跟我没关系这说明this is what jenny would looks like naked.这就是珍妮裸体时候的样子That's amazing. That is amazing.那还真惊人确实很惊人Hi, stacy. Drop dead.丝塔茜去死吧Hi, sheila. Eat me, tucker.夏拉想吃了我吗塔克Set the time and place. The two of you can eat shit and die. 选个时间地点怎么样你们俩都可以去死了Sheila!夏拉Thank you.我真该感谢你You know she's friends with Cindi.你知道她是辛迪的朋友Now she's gonna tel l her i'm gonna hear all about. Good job. 她一定会告诉她所有事你干的好事Relax. Your girlfriend's gonna know放轻松你的女朋友会知道it wasn't you. She knows your are the……那不是你的干的她知道你是最诚实的Hey, candace. Looking good.坎蒂斯你今天看起来真不错Heard you went on the pill.听说你还在吃那药What the fuck did you just say to me?你♥他♥妈♥的说我什么Nothing. I-I didn't say anything.不没有我没说什么Candace, uh, sorry. I won't go out with you.坎蒂斯抱歉我不想和你去约会I just,I don't dig handicapped chicks.我只是我对有生理缺陷的人没兴趣I have epilepsy, you limp-dicked shit.我有羊癫疯而你♥他♥妈♥的阳痿I'm not handicapped. It's a condition.我生理没缺陷只是暂时的Tucker, if you so much as make eye contact with me again, 塔克如果你再敢多看我一眼My brother wil l kill you.我哥哥一定会杀了你He's a fire fighter, and they're crazy.他是个消防员他疯起来会要你命Okay, okay.Deal. deal. deal.好好好成交成交Geez. What a bitch.天哪真是个臭婊♥子♥What was that? Nothing. I didn't say anything.你说什么不我什么都没说Man, why do you even do these sermons?哥们儿你为什么老去参加那些说教They don't even paid it.他们都不付钱Tucker, I have told you.塔克我告诉过你They're not sermons，they're seminars.那不是说教那是研讨会I do them because i believe in them, and我做这些事因为我觉得值得I think kids need to hear these message.我相信孩子们需要了解这些信息I wish my brother had had a seminar like this.我希望我的哥哥也能听听And now i'd like to bring up eugene现在我很荣幸地请上尤金·贝尔bell and Cindi Whitehall和辛迪·怀特霍尔A young couple who will be graduating from our high school this year. 一对今年将要从我们学校毕业的情侣Let's give a nice, warm jefferson county middle school welcome.让我们抱以最大的热情To eugene and cindi.欢迎尤金和辛迪Come on!鼓掌阿Hey, gang.朋友们We're here today to talk to you about one of the我们今天要讲的是关于most important decision that you can make.如何做出最优的人生决策Now, I know at your age you guys probably我知道你们这个年纪可能think all the older guys are out there having sex.会开始思考大人的性♥爱♥But cindi and I...但辛迪和我Have been in a relationship for two and a half years now,已经恋爱了两年半A nd we've decided to save ourselves for marriage.我们决定把我们的初夜留到结婚That's right, eugene.没错尤金We have a happy, healthy romance,我们有一段快乐而单纯的罗曼史And we don't need intercourse to prove that.我们不需要靠性♥爱♥来证明它I'd like to tell you guys a story right now if i can.我很想告诉你们一个故事This is a true story that happened to my older brother.一个真实的发生在我哥哥身上的故事Craig was a nice, normal kid,克雷格曾经是个普通的孩子just like me or you.就如你们和我一样Then one night, he and his girlfriend of two years...某天晚上他和他交往了两年的女友decided to go all the way.决定去开房♥It was craig's first time having sex,这是克雷格的第一次And he thought, hey, what's the worst thing they could happen. 他想会发生什么最糟糕的事呢He thought they were sharing something very special.他以为他们在分享非常特别的东西But what she was sharing with him was syphilis.但是她带给他的是梅毒He got syphilis.他得了梅病Then she got pregnant, and because she smoked cigarettes...然后她怀孕了但由于她吸烟The baby came out a crackhead.他们得到了一个怪胎The once-happy couple soon broke up.以前的美好时光一去不复返Craig had to drop out of high school and克雷格被勒令退学work two jobs for keep up the child support payments and the medical bills. 他为了孩子的医药费打两份工But it didn't stop there.但更糟糕的还没来One afternoon while my mother was babysitting for craig,一天下午当我母亲给克雷格看孩子的时候the baby set the house on fire.那孩子让房♥子着火了Because he was a crackhead.因为他是个怪胎My mother and little nephew died in that blaze,我母亲和怪胎侄子都死于那场火灾And the grief from that,更令人悲伤的是along with the advanced stage of syphilis随着梅毒的进一步扩散Which put an enormous amount of pressure on craig from the lobe让克雷格终于承受不住这一切Drove him insane.他疯了Today eugene's brother sits in a padded cell...现在尤金的哥哥在精神病院里Doing nothing but eating his own feces-他的生活就是吃他自己的粪便And regretting the one time...并且不停地悔恨那一次That he had sex.他仅有的性♥爱♥Here, buddy.拿着老兄Lights, please.请关上灯This is a venereal disease.这就是性病Hey. I'm in the tree.我在树上呢Are your parents asleep? Yeah, they just went to bed. 你父母都睡了吗他们刚睡Hey, so tucker told me about this awesome party塔克告诉我这个周末有个很棒的聚会this weekend we have to dance我们必须跳舞I think we should totally go.我想我们真应该去You want to go to a party with tucker after prom?你想在舞会之后和塔克去聚会吗Yeah. I mean, that's- that's what people do, right?没错人们不都是这样做的吗Eugene, did you think about what we talked about?尤金你有想过我们之前说的那些吗Uh, yeah, you know, I did think about it.当然了我确实考虑过的But, like, I think I need a little bit more time但是我觉得我需要更多点的时间just to work I think may had去做好充分准备Like a month or just a couple of weeks,比如一个月或者几周cause there's, like, a lot of factors.因为这牵涉到很多事情Eugene, I love you. We've been尤金我爱你我们已经going out for two and a half years.谈了2年的恋爱了I think we're ready. That's what sandra said to craig. 我认为是时候了那是桑德拉对克雷格说的Oh, will you stop talking about your你就不能忘了你那crazy brother? That was fool.疯了的哥哥吗那太愚蠢了My younger sister has sex all the time,我妹妹总是不停地做♥爱♥and neither of her baby was a crackhead.她的孩子没有一个是怪胎Cindi, I can't believe what i'm hearing right now.辛迪我没有听错吧What about the seminar? what about everything那讲座呢我们下午在讲座上we said to those kids afternoon.讲给那些孩子听的那些呢I don't think that 15-year-old kids should be having sex. 我不认为15岁的孩子该有性♥爱♥You have to wait until you find that special someone.除非你找到你生命中的另一半But, eugene, you are my special someone.但尤金你就是我的另一半And if I'm not yours, then I think that we have如果我还不是你的人我就觉得我们a whole other set of problems to worry about.还有许多其它问题要担心I'm gonna go to bed.我要去睡了I'll call you tomorrow.我明天再打给你Cindi, wait.等一下I'll have sex with you on prom night.那就舞会那晚干吧You promise?你确定I promise I'll have sex with you on prom night.我保证那晚一定和你做I love you, eugene.我爱你尤金I love you, cindi.我爱你辛迪Five hours till you're chode deep.离你觉醒还有五小时奥Yes, I know that. Thank you.我知道谢谢提醒Are you excite? Areyou excite?你兴奋吗你兴奋了吗Yes, I'm very excite.是我很兴奋Did you shave your cock yet? What?你刮阴毛了吗什么You gotta shave your cock.你得先刮阴毛It makes it look bigger.这会让它看上去更大Really? Why?I'm not shaving my cock.你胡说什么我才不会刮阴毛呢You have to. you gonna have shaved balls and a hairy cut? 你必须得刮炮弹铮亮炮管却粗糙看起来会很怪I'm not shaving my balls either.我一个都不会做的oh, my god. tucker, I've got this, okay?老天阿塔克我知道该怎么办Eugene, no, you don't got this.尤金不你不明白Look, man, I've already slept with 12 women.伙计我都和12个女人上过床了That's punish will like stealing in some countries.那在一些国家简直就是犯罪That's great, tucker. That is great.那很好很好And I've only been having sex for我才只有2年的性♥爱♥史two years. That's six women a year.就是说一年六个Do you know what that means?你知道那意味着什么吗That means in 10 years, I'll have banged, like, 600 chicks. 就是说10年内我得上600个妞Did you get the limo? I'm supposed你搞定轿车了吗我得to pick cindi up in half an hour.在一个半小时内去接辛迪Horsedick.mpeg's got it.包在巨炮-MPEG身上了He's picking you up.已经给你送去了Who is horsedick.mpeg?谁是巨炮-MPEGThat's phil, man. That's his m.c. name.那是菲尔那是他外号♥Phil's m.c. name is horsedick? Dotmpeg.菲尔的外号♥是巨炮吗再加个MPEGDot-mpeg. That is so ridiculous.MPEG 那真是滑稽Dude, you are so white. and what's with this attitude?你太纯洁了这状态怎么行This is gonna be the best night of your life.这将是你生命中最美好的夜晚Look, I'm not even sure I'm ready to be我并没确定我真的准备做这事doing this. Give me a hopeful advice.给我个有用的建议吧Do you have any tips on how I can make this你有没有什么点子好让我完成这个a wonderful, romanting and everything she wants it to be?浪漫激♥情♥的夜晚让她觉得完全享受Shave your cock.刮阴毛Hold on. I think the limo's here.等下车好像来了Oh, you gotta be kidding me.你一定在耍我Oh man, An't I seen this motherfucker in, like, quite form limb is someting. 我可不想带这个混♥蛋♥进去看上去好怂I didn't know they let people that dropped out of high school go to prom. 我不知道高中辍学的人可以参加舞会You're stupid! You're stupid!你个蠢驴No, crystal's still in high school.不克里斯托还在念书I also didn't know they let freshmen go to prom.我也不知道新生可以去舞会Well, they're gonna let us in there当我巨炮-MPEG出现时when horsedick.mpeg rose up.他们就会让我们进了I'm about to sign me a quick deal.我马上就能签演艺约了Horsedick's got a song on the internet!巨炮-MPEG有首歌♥在网上很红The internet. wow.网上You know how many motherfuckers use the internet?你知道有多少混♥蛋♥在用吗I know a lot do.我知道有很多Half of them! I'm talk in about thousands and thousands of motherfuckers. 一半我是说成千上万的混♥蛋♥And now my shit is up there. whoo! we celebratin'.现在我红了我们庆祝下吧Um, hey, horsedick?巨炮dotm peg! dotm peg.MPEG MPEGSorry.抱歉Would you mind turning the music down just a你介意把音乐调低些吗bit? Bcause we almost my girlfriend's house.我们就要到我女朋友家了You can't turn horsedick.mpeg down.你竟敢把我巨炮-MPEG的歌♥调低This is my shit. I made this.这是我的歌♥ 我想怎样就怎样Hi, cindi. hi, mr. and mrs. whitehall.你们好辛迪怀特霍尔先生夫人That's some ride you've got there, eugene.还真是辆不错的车尤金Thank you.谢谢So, there won't be any drinking going on tonight,will there!今晚不准喝酒对吧No, sir. not at all.当然不会先生Let me get a picture of the two of you.让我帮你们拍张照片Oh, horsedick, you are nasty!巨炮你真坏Come on, get in the car, baby!快进来亲爱的Come here, motherfucker.快过来混♥蛋♥I'm sorry.抱歉I'm sure this is not as romantic as我肯定这不是you probably enviow. all right!你所期待的浪漫场景Hey, everybody!朋友们Denise is so wasted, she's blowing brian in the den.迪尼斯太浪费了她在休息室里给布莱恩吹♥箫♥ I'm gonna go get the keys to the master bedroom. okay.我去拿主房♥的钥匙好的Meet me upstairs in five minutes? Sure.5分钟后楼上见好Dude! where's cindi?老兄辛迪呢Shouldn't you be banging her out by now?你现在不应该跟她在乱搞吗I'm about to bang her out.马上就去了She just went upstairs.她已经上楼了yet you look like you're going a funeral.你怎么看上去像是要参加葬礼Tucker, I'm just dealing with this in my own way.塔克我想用自己的方式处理"dealing with this"? you're not处理这事going upstairs to have a suggery.你不是上去受罪的You're going upstairs to have sex! with a girl!你是上去和一个女孩做♥爱♥And yeah, she may not be the most attractive虽然她可能不是学校里girl in school, but she's seven.最迷人的女孩但她是个处♥女♥What? she's a seven?什么她是个"七"Look, you've already decided to do this.你已经决定做这事了So you can go and trudge through it like it's所以你快收起你的担心a chore and end up your poor feelings.和坏情绪吧Or you can go enjoy yourself and have sex.你可以去享受你的性♥爱♥I know, i know.我知道Look, most guys end up losing their virginity大多数小伙子把他们的童贞to some sort of stripper one night stay here.给了某些脱衣舞♥女♥You're lucky enough to have it be with a girl你够幸运了你将要面对的是that you actually love , and loves you back.你真正爱的女孩You're right. you're right.你说的对And that means she may let you do anal.说不定她会让你给她爆菊花Thank you, tucker. That was谢谢你塔克actually- that was helpful. all right!那真是给了我很大帮助All right. I'm gonna do it.好吧我会好好干I'm gonna do it. yeah!我会的很好I'm gonna do it now. All right!我现在就去好I'm gonna have sex. yes, you are.我就要去做♥爱♥了去阿Oh, my god, I'm nervous. That, too, I can help you out with.我太紧张了这我也能帮你A little whiskey always calms the nerves. cheers!一些酒精就能压下紧张干杯You should probably have one more since this is yet first time. 你应该多喝几杯因为这是你的初夜'cause you'll explode as soon as you get it in there.很可能一开场就早泄了gotta numb the senses. really? that makes sense.要麻木神经真的有道理Whoo! I am gonna do it.我要去了Go for it, eugene. But one more for good luck.去吧尤金再来一杯给你好运Yeah. good luck to me for having sex!给我的第一次带来好运The next time you see me, I will be a man.下次你看见我的时候我就是个真正的男人Go get 'em, eugene,wait! that's not the hallway!去吧尤金等等不是那里Eugene!尤金Okay, buddy, now just hold still.好了孩子坚持住I have an idea.我想到一个方法And... wake up!快醒吧I knew it! I knew It would work.我就知道那有用what the fuck is wrong with you,man You are alive. 你脑子里哪根经不对了你还活着What the fuck is going on?这他妈的怎么回事You probably can't move yet.你还不能动you have atrophy.你全身肌肉萎缩Why can't I move and hurt you?为什么我不能过去揍你Because you haven't used your body in,like, four years. 因为你没发使唤自己的手脚大概有四年了You gotta take it easy.你得小心行动Tucker, what's happening? why am I here?塔克怎么回事为什么我会在这里You fell down the stairs after prom你在那次舞会上掉下了楼and were in plantful for four years.并且昏睡了四年Then I saved your life, because I'm a genius.然后我救了你因为我是个天才You! I told you no hit mister with the bat.你我告诉你别用板打他juanita, I brought him back to life.莱尼塔我救活他了I told you the bat trick would work. What are you saying. 我告诉你这有用你在说什么what the fuck is going on? eugene,这怎么回事尤金don't do that. You're over oversaturated.别那样动你会用力过度Oh! you're pooping!你全拉出来了Your body is in an extreme state of atrophy,你的身体一直处在极端的萎缩状态But you're in surprisingly good shape for但你在做了四年的植物人期间someone who's been in plantful for four years.惊人地保持着原有的状态You've healed from all the damage you received in.你的外伤已经治愈了So all that you'll need to recover from所以你现在的康复状态就要看is from the effects yourself.你自己的毅力了What about my face?我的脸呢Yes, well, your nose was broken by the force of baseball bat. 恩你的鼻子被棒球棍毁了And the frontal palate of your skull你的下颚骨has some pretty bad...也有些失去美观But we've set most of that.但是我们已经修复了大部分You were hit pretty hard though.你着实被揍得不轻But you'll find over time...过段时间你会发现That your muscle strength will return,你的肌肉萎缩现象会减轻排便能力也能控制until then, it's best to avoid strenuous situations.在那之前最好保持轻松开朗的心情That's why you pooped.这就是你大小便失禁的原因Yeah, you did. a lot.是阿没错你拉了很多Lots of poop.很多屎Like, almost four years worth of poop.感觉你把四年的屎都拉出来了Should call you poopy pants.应该叫你屎尿多Mr. poopy pants.屎尿多先生Sorry. anyway, I'll let you get some rest.抱歉了你休息吧I'm sure you and your friend have some catching up to do. 我想你和你朋友还有很多话说Oh, and, Tucker Yeah?塔克什么I like your style.我喜欢你的风格I can't believe i've been here for four years.我无法相信我在这里4年了Yeah. you gotta watch where you're working.是的你该看看你的周围It doesn't feel like four years ago.感觉跟四年前大不相同I feel like just five seconds ago感觉就像五秒钟前I should go upstairs to have sex.我得上楼去做♥爱♥Wait a minute. how come just you're here? where's cindi? 等等为什么只有你在这里辛迪呢Where's my dad? oh, his job moved him down to florida. 我爸呢他因为工作去了佛罗里达What? he left me in the hospital?什么他把我留在医院里Well, dude, you were a vegetable.哥们你是个植物人Besides, he still has an apartment here.另外他在这里还有房♥子呢What about cindi? oh, I don't know where she is.辛迪呢我不知道她去哪了Well, give me your cell phone. No, I don't好吧给我你的手♥机♥ 不know where she is. she move after graduation.我不知道她去哪了她毕业后就搬走了She left me too? you were a vegetable.她也离开我了你是个植物人Then how come you're still here?那你为什么在这里'cause we're homeys, dude. Lock it up.我们是死党嘛最铁的那种I can't believe she would just leave me like that.我无法相信她就那么离开我了She was around for a little while,她只留了一阵子But then she got into college and it really然后她上了大学didn't look like you were gonna wake up.你也没有要苏醒的希望I mean, it took me four years to figure out the bat trick.我是说我花了四年才想到这方法I tried to look her up about a year or so ago,我试图联♥系♥她有一年多了But she dropped out after freshman year, and the trail goes cold. 但她读完大一就消失了联♥系♥不上了Tucker, I appreciate you being here. I really do.塔克我很感激你在这里真的But i think right now i just need to be alone for a while.但我现在想独处一会儿Okay, man.好吧伙计I'll check on you tomorrow.我明天再来Besides, i got a date with the old lady.另外我和一个老女人有个约会Wait. you have a girlfriend?等等你有女朋友了Well, i'm not the kind of guy...好吧我又不是那种That gets chained down to one woman,会被一个女人套牢的男人But lately I've been banging Candace.最近我正和坎蒂斯交往That crazy handicapped chick?那个残疾女孩吗Hey. epilepsy, dude. It's a condition.只是羊癫风而已暂时的小病Plus, it's kind of hot. She, like, vibrates.而且不停的抖动也挺让人兴奋Nice.不错All right.好了Okay, looking good. looking good.注意面部注意面部Bobby, you wanna sit up real straight for me there? 鲍比你能坐的直一点吗Sit up straight, sweetie. All right.坐直宝贝好了Everybody say, "fuzzy pickles."一起说"茄子"Fuzzy pickles.茄子That was great. That was great.很好很好I'm gonna try one more, and let再拍一张让我Me work with mom for a second.帮妈妈整理一下All right, let's see.让我看看Brush some of hair away from mami's neck.把头发往后拨一点Bring out mommy's pretty neck.秀出妈妈漂亮的脖子That's good. That's good. Okay.很好很好Let's have a couple wisps hang让一些小碎发down here by the neigbour neck.垂在脖子边That's good. That looks great. There we go.很好看上去很棒下一步And here, position three-quarters这样身体侧四分之一There like that. Like that.就像这样That's good. That's good.很好很好Like that. Okay, okay.像那样够了够了Okay, that's enough playful, pal. It's gonna be good.别闹了会很棒的All right, stay like that.好了别动It's gonna be good. okay, now一定会很棒的现在Everybody say, "Mommy's vision".一起说"Mommy's vision"[美丽的妈妈]Mommy's vision.Mommy's vision[美丽的妈妈]Do not run away. Hey, this is big-time stuff. Big-time.别走你太过分了太过分了Mr. Biederman is extremely upset.比德曼很生气He said he brings his family in for a nice photo and他带全家来拍全家福You turn that into so hooker photographer但你却像在钓马子He's crazy. I think he does drugs.他疯了他肯定吸过毒了才这样胡说Well, he said that you unbuttoned his wife's shirt.他说你解开了他妻子衬衫的扣子He said you handed her your phone number as she was leaving.临走时还递给她你的电♥话♥号♥码What the "h", bro! Come on! Some mail came for you.你就像个妓♥女♥ 拜托你的邮件Sweet. New playboy.太棒了新一♥期♥的《花♥花♥公♥子♥》How many times have I told you not to have我和你说了多少次That delivered here. I found her.不要把这东西寄到这里来我找到她了Why doesn't anybody listen to me, ever? Jesus!为什么没人听我说话老是这样老天Oh, my God.我的天What?什么Pack your bags, Eugene. I found her.快收拾行李尤金我找到她了No, no, no. You cannot be here.不不你不能待在这里I found Cindi. What? Where?我找到辛迪了什么在哪Right there.就在这里I can't believe Cindi would do this.我不相信辛迪会做出这样的事情She's changed, man. she's all growed up.她变了她长大了The girl next door is now one of the girls next door.邻家女孩居然变成了性感女星Oh, my god. It says one of her likes is sex on the beach.天啊她的爱好居然是在沙滩上做♥爱♥Calm down. That could just be the drink.冷静点可能是喝多了Tucker, do you think that cindi's still a virgin?塔克你觉得辛迪还是处♥女♥吗Let's see.让我看看No, afraid not.恐怕不是了Oh, my God. This is perfect.我的天太好了How is this perfect?有什么好的This saturday is playboy's annual anniversary bash.这个星期六是《花♥花♥公♥子♥》的周♥年♥庆♥典So?那又怎么样So, this saturday all the playmates, including Cindi,所以这个星期六所有的模特包括辛迪Are gonna be at the playboy mansion,会去《花♥花♥公♥子♥》宅邸庆祝[《花♥花♥公♥子♥》创始人的住所]Mingling with guests, sipping slightly alcoholic beverages.宾客往来觥筹交错Yeah, but Dude, this is meant to be.是啊但上天注定What are the odds that this issue你一从昏迷中醒来would come out right now就遇上周♥年♥庆♥典As you're getting out of your coma?这也太巧了I guess.也许吧This is true love speaking. True love doesn't这是真爱的呼唤speak often, but it's speaking to us right now.真爱难得它正指引我们It's telling us to go to the playboy mansion.它让我们去《花♥花♥公♥子♥》宅邸Yeah, but, Tucker, I can't even walk here, man.但塔克我甚至无法走路You're getting a little better every day, right? yeah.你每天都能恢复一点对吧So the party's Saturday night. That means而派对是在周六晚上we have to catch a plane on Saturday morning就是说我们必须周六早上去赶飞机It's thursday today, so that gives us今天星期四你还有three days to get you on your feet.三天的时间练习Think you can do it?想想能行吧I can try. Yes! That's the spirit!我可以试一下这就对了We're going to the playboy mansion!我们要去《花♥花♥公♥子♥》宅邸啦Yeah! Playboy!太棒了花♥花♥公♥子♥Mister, you have a telephone call from a Mr. .先生贝尔先生找你Dad? Eugene?爸爸尤金Hey, sport. Hey, Dad.嗨儿子嗨爸爸I can't tell you how glad I was when当他们告诉我你醒过来了They told me you came out that coma.我不知道有多高兴That's great. That's really great. Yeah.太好了真是太好了是啊Um, it's been weird here.我感觉怪怪的This actually works out great, 'cause I'm太好了因为我Gonna be up there in the town in a few weeks on business. 几个星期后才会来镇上In a few weeks?几个星期后吗That's right, buddy.是的Oh, wait a minute. I'm getting another call.等一下我有个电♥话♥You know what? It's from Japan.从日本打来的I'm gonna have to take this我要接一下Okay, but in a few weeks ago,catching up好的但几个星期前...What?什么Oh, shit. Is this still Eugene? Hold on.该死还是你吗尤金等等Wow. This is the nicest place这是你带我来过的you've ever take me to, Tucker.最好的餐馆了塔克Yeah. They don't even have a drive-through.他们都没有直通车道Sir, may I help you?先生需要什么吗Yeah, we'll take a plate of Tater-Tots and... Jager?来一盘马铃薯... 你呢Two Jagers. Excellent choice, sir.两份有品位先生Wanna get your picture taken with the waiter? could I? 想和侍者拍张照吗可以吗Come on, closer.来靠近点And? Awesome. Very good.不错太好了So, Tucker, I got you an anniversary present.塔克我有份周年礼物要送给你I know. I'm sorry.对不起我知道I know how you feel about the term我知道你不喜欢这样But 13 months ago tonight但13个月前的晚上That we did each other for the first time.我们第一次发♥生♥关♥系♥ Yes, that we did each other for the first time.是的第一次发♥生♥关♥系♥ This is just a little something to say我只是想说It is great for the 13 months.这13个月很开心Thank you. Cool! A card.谢谢你好棒一张卡Is there a check?这是张支票吗No, there's no check. It's an anniversary card.不没有支票这是周年卡片You got me the black billiard.你给我买♥♥了船长直柄烟斗This is just like the pipe that Hugh Hefner used to smoke. 这就像是休·赫夫曼常用的那种烟斗I know.我知道Candace, you're, like, so totally坎蒂斯你是世界上。
A_woman_on_a_roof_英语原文
A w o m a n o n a r o o fIt was during the week of hot sun，that June. Three men were at work on theroof，where the leads got so hot they had the idea of throwing water on to cool them.But the water steamed，then sizzled；and they make jokes about getting an egg fromsome woman in the flats under the flats under them，to poach it for their dinner. Bytwo it was not possible to touch the g uttering they were replacing，and they speculatedabout what workmen did in regularly hot countries. Perhaps they should borrowkitchen gloves with the egg They were all a bit dizzy，not used to the heat；and theyshed t heir coats and stood side by side squeezing themselves into a foot wide patch ofshade against a chimney，careful to keep their feet in the thick socks and boots out ofthe sun. There was a fine view across several acres of roofs. Not far off a man sat in a，between chimneys，about fiftydeck chair reading the newspapers. Then they saw heryards away. She lay face down on a brown blanket. They could see the top part of，” saidher：black hair，a flushed solid back，arms spread out. “She’s stark nakedStanley，sounding annoyed.Harry，the oldest，a man of about forty-five，said：“Looks like it.”Young Tom，seventeen，said nothing，but he was excited and grinning.Stanley said：“Someone’ll report her if she doesn’t watch out.” ，” said Tom，craning his head all ways to see more.“She thinks no one can seeAt this point the woman，still lying prone，brought her two hands up behind hershoulders with the ends of a scarf in them，tied it behind her back，and sat up. Shewore a red scarf tied around her breasts and brief red bikini pants. This being the firstday of the sun she was white，flushing red. She sat smoking，and did not look up whenStanley let out a w olf whistle . Harry said：“Small things amuse small minds，” leading the way back to their part of the roof，but it was scorching . Harry said：skylight into the“Wait，I’m goi ng to rig up some shade，” and disappeared down the，Stanley and Tom went to the farthest point they couldbuilding. Now that he’d goneto peer at the woman. She had moved，and all they could see were two pink legsstretched on the blanket. They whistled and shouted but the legs did not move. Harrycame back with a blanket and shouted：“Come on，then.” He sounded irritated withthem. They clambered back to him and he said to Stanley：“What about your missus” Stanley was newly married，about three months. Stanley said，jeering：“What about-- preserving his independence. Tom said nothing，but his mind was fullmy missus” of the nearly naked woman. Harry slung the blanket，which he had borrowed from afriendly woman downstairs，from the stem of a television aerial to a row ofchimney-pots . This shade fell across the piece of gutter they had to replace. But theshade kept moving，they had to adjust the blanket，and not much progress was made.At last some of the heat left the roof，and they worked fast，making up for lost time.First Stanley，then Tom，made a trip to the end of the roof to see the woman. “She’on her back，” Stanley said，adding a jest which made Tom snicker，and the older，but it was a lie. Heman smile tolerantly. Tom’s report was that she hadn’t movedwanted to keep what he had seen to himself：he had caught her in the act of rollingdown the little red pants over her hips，till they were no more than a small triangle.She was on her back，fully visible，glistening with oil.Next morning，as soon as they came up，they went to look. She was alreadythere，face down，arms spread out，naked except for the little red pants. She had turnedbrown in the night. Yesterday she was a scarlet-and-white woman，today she was abrown woman. Stanley let out a whistle. She lifted her head，startled，as if she’d beenasleep，and looked straight over at them. The sun was in her eyes，she blinked andstared，then she dropped her head again. At this gesture of indifference，they all three，Stanley，Tom and old Harry，let out whistles and yells. Harry was doing it in parodyof the younger men，making fun of them，but he was also angry. They were all angrybecause of her utter indifference to the three men watching her.“Bitch，” said Stanley.，” said Tom，snickering.“She should ask us over，her old manHarry recovered himself and reminded Stanley：“If she’s marriedwouldn’t like that.”“Christ，” said Stanley virtuously，“if my wife lay about like that，for everyone to see，I’d soon stop her.”sunning herself at this veryHarry said，smiling：“How do you know，perhaps she’ｓmoment”“Not a chance，not on our roof.” The safety of his wife put Stanley into a goodhumor，and they went to work. But today it was hotter than yesterday；and severaltimes one or the other suggested they should tell Matthew，the foreman，and ask toleave the roof until the heat wave was over. But they didn’t. There was work to be done in the basement of the big block of flats，but up here they felt free，on a differentlevel from ordinary humanity shut in the streets or the buildings. A lot more peoplecame out on to the roofs that day，for an hour at midday. Some married couples sat，the men inside by side in deck chairs，the women’s legs stockingless and scarletvests with reddening shoulders.The woman stayed on her blanket，turning herself over and over. She ignoredthem，no matter what they did. When Harry went off to fetch more screws，Stanley，separated fromsaid：“Come on.” Her roof belonged to a different system of roofstheirs at one point by about twenty feet. It meant a scrambling climb from one level toanother，edging along parapet s，clinging to chimneys，while their big boots slippedand hered s lithered，but at last they stood on a small square projecting roof lookingstraight down at her，close. She sat smoking，reading a book. Tom thought she lookedlike a poster，or a magazine cover，with the blue sky behind her and her legs stretchedout. Behind her a great crane at work on a new building in Oxford Street swung itsblack arm across roofs in a great arc. Tom imagined himself at work on the crane，adjusting the arm to swing over and pick her up and swing her back across the sky todrop her near him.They whistled. She looked up at them，cool and remote，then went on reading.Again，they were furious. Or，rather，Stanley was. His sun-heated face was screwedinto a rage as he whistled again and again，trying to make her look up. Young Tomstopped whistling. He stood beside Stanley，excited，grinning；but he felt as if he weresaying to the woman：Don’t associate me with him，for his grin was apologetic. Lastnight he had thought of the unknown woman before he slept，and she had been tender，with him. This tenderness he was remembering as he shifted his feet by the jeeringwhistling Stanley，and watched the indifferent，healthy brown woman a few feet off，with the gap that plunged to the street between them. Tom thought it was romantic，itwas like being high on two hilltops. But there was a shout from Harry，and they，really angry. The boy kept looking at himclambered back. Stanley’s face was hardand wondered why he hated the woman so much，for by now he loved her.They played their little games with the blanket，trying to trap shade to work under；but again it was not until nearly four that they could work seriously，and they wereexhausted，all three of them. They were g rumbling about the weather by now. Stanleywas in a thoroughly bad humor. When they made their routine trip to see the womanbefore they packed up for the day，she was apparently asleep，face down，her back allnaked save for the scar let triangle on her buttocks. “I’ve got a good mind to report her to the police，” said Stanley，and Harry said：“What’s eating you What harm’s she ，if she was my wife!”doing”“I tell you，like himself，was uneasy at S tanley’s，is she” Tom knew that Harry“But she isn’ｔreaction. He was normally a sharp young man，quick at his work，making a lot ofjokes，good company.“Perhaps it will be cooler tomorrow，” said Harry.；it was hotter，if anything，and the weather forecast said the good “But it wasn’ｔweather would last. As soon as they were on the roof，Harry went over to see if thewoman was there，and Tom knew it was to prevent Stanley going，to put off his badhumor. Harry had grownup children，a boy the same age as Tom，and the youthtrusted and looked up to him.Harry came back and said：“She’s not there.”“I bet her old man has put his foot down，” said Stanley，and Harry and Tomcaught each other’s eyes and smiled behind the young married man’s back.，and they Harry suggested they should get permission to work in the basementdid，that day. But before packing up Stanley said：“Let’s have a breath of fresh air.” Again Harry and Tom smiled at each other as they followed Stanley up to the roof，Tom in the devout conviction that he was there to protect the woman from Stanley. Itwas about five-thirty，and a calm，full sunlight lay over the roofs. The great crane stillswung its black arm from Oxford Street to above their heads. She was not there. Thenthere was a flutter of white from behind a parapet，and she stood up，in a belted，whitedressing-gown. She had been there all day，probably，but on a different patch of roof，to hide from them. Stanley did not whistle；he said nothing，but watched the womanbend to collect papers，books，cigarettes，then fold the blanket over her arm. Tom was，I’d go over and say ... what But he knew from histhinking：If they weren’t herenightly dreams of her that she was kind and friendly. Perhaps she would ask himdown to her flat Perhaps ... He stood watching her disappear down the skylight. Asshe went，Stanley let out a shrill derisive yell；she started，and it seemed as if shenearly fell. She clutched to save herself，they could hear things falling. She lookedstraight at them，angry. Harry said，facetiously：“Better be careful on those slipperyTom knew he said it to save her from Stanley，but she could not knowladders，love.”it. She vanished，frowning. Tom was full of a secret delight，because he knew heranger was for the others，not for him.“Roll on some rain，” said Stanley，bitter，looking at the blue evening sky.Next day was cloudless，and they decided to finish the work in the basement. Theyfelt excluded，shut in the grey cement basement fitting pipes，from the holidayatmosphere of London in a heat wave. At lunchtime they came up for some air，butwhile the married couples，and the men in shirt-sleeves or vests，were there，she was，not there，either on her usual patch of roof or where she had been yesterday. They alleven Harry，clambered about，between chimney-pots，over parapets，the hot leadsstinging their fingers. There was not a sign of her. They took off their shirts and vestsand exposed their chests，feeling their feet sweaty and hot. They did not mention thewoman. But Tom felt alone again. Last night she had him into her flat：it was big andhad fitted white carpets and a bed with a padded white leather head-board. She wore ablack filmy negligee and her kindness to Tom thickened his throat as he rememberedit. He felt she had betrayed him by not being there.And again after work they climbed up，but still there was nothing to be seenof her. Stanley kept repeating that if it was as hot as this tomorrow he wasn’t work and that’s all there was to it. But they were all there next day. By ten thetemperature was in the middle seventies，and it was eighty long before noon. Harrywent to the foreman to say it was impossible to work on the leads in that heat；but theforeman said there was nothing else he could put them on，and they’d have to. Atmidday they stood，silent，watching the skylight on her roof open，and then she slowlyemerged in her white gown，holding a bundle of blanket. She looked at them，gravely，then went to the part of the roof where she was hidden from them. Tom wast see her. They hadpleased. He felt she was more his when the other men couldn’taken off their shirts and vests，but now they put them back again，for they felt the sun，tugging atbruising their flesh. “She must havethe hide of a rhino,” said Stanleyguttering and swearing. They stopped work，and sat in the shade，moving aroundbehind chimney stacks. A woman came to water a yellow window box opposite them.She was middleaged，wearing a flowered summer dress. Stanley said to her：“We need：“Better drop down to the pub quick，a drink more than them.” She smiled and saidpleasantries，and she left them with ait’ll be closing in a minute.” They exchangedsmile and a wave.“Not like Lady Godiva，” said Stanley. ” She can give us a bit of a chat and asmile.”her，” said Tom，reproving.“You didn’t whistle at，then”“Listen to him，” said Stanley，“you didn’t whistle，as if only Harry and Stanley had. He wasBut the boy felt as if he hadn’t whistledmaking plans，when it was time to knock off work，to get left behind and somehowmake his way over to the woman. The weather report said the hot spell was due tobreak，so he had to move quickly. But there was no chance of being left. The othertwo decided to knock off work at four，because they were exhausted. As they wentdown，Tom quickly climbed a parapet and hoisted himself higher by pulling hisweight up a chimney. He caught a glimpse of her lying on her back，her knees up，eyes closed，a brown woman l olling in the sun. He slipped and clattered down，as，” he said. He felt as if he hadStanley looked for information：“She’s gone downprotected her from Stanley，and that she must be grateful to him. He could feel thebond between the woman and himself.Next day，they stood around on the landing below the roof，reluctant to climb upinto the heat. The woman who had lent Harry the blanket came out and offered them acup of tea. They accepted gratefully，and sat around Mrs. Pritchett’s kitchen an houror so，chatting. She was married to an airline pilot. A smart blonde，of about thirty，；and the two teased each othershe had an eye for the handsome sharp-faced Stanleywhile Harry sat in a corner，watching，indulgent，though his expression remindedStanley that he was married. And young Tom felt envious of Stanley’s ease inomancebadinage；felt，too，that Stanley’s getting off with Mrs. Pritchett left his rwith the woman on the roof safe and intact.，” said Stanley，sullen，as the time “I thought they said the heat wave’d breakapproached when they really would have to climb up into the sunlight.，then” asked Mrs. Pritchett.“You don’t like it“Ａll right for some，” said Stanley. “Nothing to do but lie about as if it was abeach up there. Do you ever go up”，and it’s too hot.” “Went up once，” said Mrs. Pritchett. “But it’s a dirty place up there“Quite right too，” said Stanley.Then they went up，leaving the cool neat little flat and the friendly Mrs. Pritchett.，resentful at As soon as they were up they saw her. The three men looked at herher ease in this punishing sun. Then Harry said，because of the expression on：“Come on，we’ve got to pretend to work，at least.”Stanley’s faceThey had to wrench another length of guttering that ran beside a parapet out of itsbed，so that they could replace it. Stanley took it in his two hands，tugged，swore，，” he said，and sat down under a chimney. He lit a cigarette. “Fuck stood up. “Fuck it，lizards I’ve got blisters all over mythem，” he said. “What do they think we arehands.” Then he jumped up and climbed over the roofs and stood with his back tothem. He put his fingers either side of his mouth and let out a shrill whistle. Tom andHarry squatted，not looking at each other，watching him. They could just see thewoman’s head，the beginnings of her brown shoulders. Stanley whistled again. Thenhe began stamping with his feet，and whistled and yelled and screamed at the woman，his face getting scarlet. He seemed quite mad，as he stamped and whistled，while thewoman did not move，she did not move a muscle.“Barmy，” said Tom.“Yes，” said Harry，disapproving.Suddenly the older man came to a decision. It was，Tom knew，to save some sortof scandal or real trouble over the woman. Harry stood up and began packing tools，” he said，commanding. At first Stanley took nointo a length of oily cloth. “Stanleynotice，but Harry said：“Stanley，we’re packing it in，I’ll tell Matthew.”Stanley came back，cheeks mottled，eyes glaring.，” said Harry. “It’ll break in a day or so. I’m going to “Can’t go on like this，it’s too bad.” Even Harry Matthew we’ve got sunstroke，and if he doesn’t like itsounded a ggrieved，Tom noted. The small，competent man，the family man with his，” he said，grey hair，who was never at a loss，sounded really off balance. “Come on angry. He fitted himself into the open square in the roof，and went down，watching his feet on the ladder. Then Stanley went，with not a glance at the woman. Then Tom，who，his throat beating with excitement，silently promised her on a backward glance：Wait for me，wait，I’m coming.，so On the pavement Stanley said：“I’m going home.” He looked white now perhaps he really did have sunstroke. Harry went off to find the foreman，who was at work on the plumbing of some flats down the street. Tom slipped back，not into thebuilding they had been working on，but the building on whose roof the woman lay. He went straight up，no one stopping him. The skylight stood open，with an iron ladder，pushing leading up. He emerged on to the roof a couple of yards from her. She sat upback hair with both hands. The scarf across her breasts bound them tight，and brown flesh bulged around it. Her legs were brown and smooth. She stared at him in silence. The boy stood grinning，foolish，claiming the tenderness he expected from her.“What do you want” she asked.，” he stammered，grinning，pleading “I ... I came to ... make your acquaintancewith her.They looked at each other，the slight，scarlet-faced excited boy，and theserious，nearly naked woman. Then，without a word，she lay down on her brown blanket，ignoring him.“You like the sun，do you” he enquired of her glistening back.Not a word. He felt panic，thinking of how she had held him in her arms，stroked his hair，brought him where he sat，lordly，in her bed，a glass of some exhilarating liquor he had never tasted in life. He felt that if he knelt down，stroked her shoulders，her hair，she would turn and clasp him in her arms.，isn’t it”He said：“The sun’s all right for youShe raised her head，set her chin on two small fists，“Go away，” she said. He did ，” she said，in a slow reasonable voice，where anger was kept in not move. “Listencheck，though with difficulty；looking at him，her face weary with anger，“if you get a kick out of seeing women in bikinis，why don’t you take a sixpenny bus ride to the Lido You’d see dozens of them，without all this mountaineering.”red：“But I She hadn’t understood him. He felt her unfairness pale him. He stammelike you，I’ve been watching you and ...”“Thanks，” she said，and dropped her face again，turned away from him.She lay there. He stood there. She said nothing. She had simply shut him out. Hestood，saying nothing at all，for some minutes. He thought：She’ll have to say something if I stay. But the minutes went past，with no sign of them in her，except in the tension of her back，her thighs，her arms -- the tension of waiting for him to go.He looked up at the sky，where the sun seemed to spin in heat；and over the roofs where he and his mates had been earlier. He could see the heat quivering where they had worked. And they expect us to work in these conditions! he thought，filled with righteous indignation. The woman hadn’t moved. A bit of hotwind blew h er blackhair softly；it shone，and was iridescent. He remembered how he had stroked it lastnight.Resentment of her at last moved him off and away down the ladder，throughthe building，into the street. He got drunk then，in hatred of her.Next day when he woke the sky was grey. He looked at the wet grey and thought，fixed you，hasn’t it now That’s fixed you good and proper. vicious：Well，that’sThe three men were at work early on the cool leads，surrounded by damp drizzling roofs where no one came to sun themselves，black roofs，slimy with rain. Because it was cool now，they would finish the job that day，if they hurried.。
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NAKED WOMENby Lowry PeiThe fight began on a Tuesday when my wife, Elaine, was rummaging around my workshop area in the basement, looking for a can-opener that could not possibly have been there, and found the pictures of my old girlfriends. The nude pictures, that is, the ones I had put inside the service manual for a VW Bug I hadn’t owned in twenty years, which just shows that the can-opener story was not to be believed for a minute. I had almost forgotten they were there. There was a scream from the basement and then fascinated silence – I reconstructed this from the testimony of Naomi, who was only six at the time but had the observational and deductive powers of thirteen. When I got home from work that day Naomi said to me, in the tone of someone repeating a lesson, “Mommy says she has something she wants to show you in the basement.”“She does?” That failed to compute. “Is the washing machine broken?”“No,” Naomi said with a tiny smirk.“Sweetie?” I called.“I’m down here!” Elaine yelled from the basement with unnecessary volume. The pressure of her voice seemed to push open slightly the cat door I had installed in the door to the basement stairs.“All right, I’m coming.” I descended the steep, dangerous steps, thinking as usual as they creaked and wobbled under my weight that I would have to fix them soon. At the bottom, however, was something more risky than the stairs – Elaine holding up a five-by-seven color print of Michelle Strickland in the altogether, stretched on a large flat rock on a deserted beach in North Carolina. I’m sure Elaine didn’t knowwhere the beach was or, probably, that the picture was fifteen years old. In the photograph Michelle looked sort of like Manet’s Olympia except she was doing nothing to hide what would conventionally be called her charms; it was equally obvious that Elaine was in a once-in-a-lifetime rage. “Where did you get that?” I said.“It seems to me I ought to be asking that question, Tobias,” she ground out. “You know very well where you’ve been hiding these.”“I went out with her a million years ago, before I even knew you existed,” I said.“Well, I don’t want her in my house. Not without any clothes on.”“It’s our house, Elaine. Besides, you never would have found them if you hadn’t tried. You could just leave my privacy alone.”“With pleasure,” she said dramatically but nonsensically, and ripped Michelle into four pieces.“Damn it, Elaine – “She reached behind her to my workbench, where the rest of the pictures lay in a pile, and grabbed up a tiny black-and-white shot of Marina Pratt, who happened to be the second girl I had ever made love to in my life. I remembered how daring we had felt when I had taken the picture – a modest one, really – I had only dared take her from the waist up. The trusting youthfulness of her small breasts and bony shoulders had made me feel a way I was sure I would never feel again. A glimpse of the picture, which I hadn’t seen in several years, showed me how old I had become. Was that why I saved them?“Skinny little thing,” Elaine said, preparing to tear. Already I could see the delicate glossy surface of the image cracking beneath her trembling fingers.“Don’t do it,” I said. “If you tear that there is going to be real trouble around here.” That was my mistake; I should have made her think I didn’t care, but I couldn’t do it. She tore Marina in half. While she was watching the halves flutter to the floor of the basement, I grabbed the rest of the pictures and said, “GET OUT OF HERE! GO UPSTAIRS! OUT!” She was too startled to follow through on her obvious intention of grinding the pieces of the two photographs into pulp under her shoe. I made an effort to lower my voice. “You shouldn’t have done that.”“I shouldn’t,” she echoed with a sneer. “We’ll see who shouldn’t have done what, Mr. Big Lover-Boy.”“For God’s sake. I’m entitled to a past, aren’t I?”“If that’s what you call it, fine. You can stay down here and masturbate, I don’t care.” She stomped gingerly up the stairs and slammed the basement door.From upstairs I heard Naomi’s unignorable voice: “Mommy, what’s masserbate?”Leaving Elaine to figure a way out of that, and knowing there was none, I picked up the two halves of Marina and the four pieces of Michelle, and fitted them back together. The tearing had left them permanently disfigured, making the past suddenly farther away than it had already been, but I taped the pieces as carefully as I could along the backs. Damn her. It wasn’t as though I had luxuriated in the services of a harem, after all; I had had a not unusual number of girlfriends in the normal course of things before I married Elaine. Most of the pictures were of Michelle, because she had found that being photographed excited her; besides her, there was that one precious and now half-destroyed picture of Marina, and two of a woman named Jessica who turned out to be impossible to get along with, but who had a wonderful figure nevertheless. What business was this of Elaine’s, anyway?It was obvious that nothing was going to be sacred anymore, and that I would have to do some serious hiding if I expected to keep these dangerous little mementos. After an examination of the basement I finally unscrewed the back of an old short-wave radio that had sat on a shelf serving no purpose for years, and stuck them inside. Elaine would never look there. Then I teetered my way up the steps, preparing a suitably impassive face.Over dinner, Naomi was telling Elaine in some detail about the stupidity of her first-grade classmates who had to be shown how to read a book. I noticed that there wasn’t a place set for me.“If you’re planning to have dinner, Tobias, you can serve yourself,” Elaine said, interrupting Naomi’s list of the mistakes she had heard that day.“Toby,” I said. “My name’s Toby. Nobody has ever called me Tobias in my whole life.”Naomi looked interested. “Tobias,” she muttered, as if testing it out.“Toby. Don’t you start too.”“Toby, Toby, Tohh-by.” She sounded like a tiny cheering section.“It’s ‘Daddy’ to you. Eat your broccoli.”“Tow, Bee, Tow, Bee.”I got a plate, but when I looked into the various pots it appeared that the reason Naomi hadn’t eaten her broccoli was that she had been served mine. There was hardly enough dinner left to make dirtying a plate worthwhile.“I think I’ll go to Burger King,” I said. “Anybody want to come?”“I’m full,” Naomi said. Elaine said nothing, fixing her water glass with a stare worthy of Edward G. Robinson.It’s about a mile to Burger King from our house, and it was a spring evening and the lilacs were in bloom, so I thought I’d walk. It would give me a chance to ponder the situation, and the walk back would settle the bacon cheeseburger which I would eat despite the certainty of indigestion.This was not your average utility-grade snit. It surpassed even the famous attack of indignation that followed my leaving in the living room a plate with a blob of catsup on it, during a particularly precarious period in Elaine’s self-realization. That was before I had realized how easy it was to commit male piggery; now avoiding it was a matter of course. Besides, Elaine had Naomi to worry about, who was female and could make more housework than two grown men any day.It seemed to me that I had a perfect right to ex-girlfriends. If they bothered her, why did she go poking around looking for them? Except that she was always looking for something more to do, as if being a management consultant and the mother of a six-year-old prospect for College Quiz Bowl and a devourer of spy novels were not already enough. So she found those pictures, so what? I would probably have lost track of them if she hadn’t. And just because Elaine had gone out with a succession of creeps – her own description – did that mean I had to regard my former loves as scarcely worth the trouble of sneering at? But: nude pictures. I tried to imagine the tables turned. A strange idea; women didn’t seem to go in for that kind of thing. Maybe Playboy imprinted certain images on the brains of little boys hanging around magazine racks at the age of nine, and after that it was all downhill. We grew up wanting to sneak another look at a breast, and they grew up to read Doris Lessing. If this was God’s sense of humor at work, I found it annoying, but the lilacs made it impossible to stay mad.Maybe looking at a bunch of Younger Women made her realize she wasn’t going to be Younger any more. But what was she complaining about? She could have been forty-four, like me. Try telling yourself that’s not middle age. The more I pondered, the more the situation seemed beyond my control, just like the rest of life; the only course of action was to have a double bacon cheese, with everything, and take the consequences.I meandered back from Burger King even more slowly than I had gone there, in no hurry to get home under the circumstances even though our skill at living together was such that a fight had never made a great deal of difference. So far, at any rate. Maybe this time wouldchange things. I didn’t like thinking that. But I also did not like being cast in the role of the family degenerate, especially since we had been jockeying for moral position ever since our marriage. Why should my whole backlog of points be erased for nothing? What about the incredibly slinky tax lawyer whose meaningful looks I had pointedly not noticed at the seminar on personal computer languages for business? What about the fact that I absolutely never made any remarks about Elaine’s amazing flirtatiousness when drunk? Thinking of that irritated me anew – not that she flirted, but that she wanted me to make remarks. She actually had the nerve to get mad at me for not being jealous. I was almost sure she had never had an affair, because if she had, she would have made sure I found out. Unless she had just given up on the project of getting me satisfactorily enraged.Well, perhaps she had finally found a way. If only I could take it seriously for more than five minutes at a time.When I got home Naomi was watching “All in the Family” and Elaine was not in evidence.“Toby,” Naomi said, “do you get all the jokes on this show?”“What is this, a quiz?”“Well, do you?”“I try not to,” I said, sitting down next to her anyway. On the screen the usual shouting plunged on.“Toby – ““Call me ‘Daddy,’ okay? At least for a few more years.”“Is Mom all right?”“Beats me. Are you?” I gave her what was meant to be an understanding paternal tell-me-everything look. Naomi crossed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and pulled her braids around so they met under her nose.“Beats me too – Toby,” she squealed. For a couple of minutes I tickled her mercilessly and she shrieked, and by the time that subsided, Archie Bunker and his insufferable relatives had called it a night.“Now go to bed,” I said, panting slightly.“But I’m not tie-yurrd,” she whined, on the verge, I could suddenly see, of actual tears.“You are. Take my word for it. Go upstairs and put your nightgown on and brush your teeth, and I’ll come up and tuck you in when I hear you get in bed.”“No.”“Naomi. It’s been sort of a tough evening, so how about a little cooperation, okay? You’re six years old, it’s time for you to go to bed.”She got insulted every time I mentioned her age, and now – she really was tired – it made her cry. “Sometimes I just hate you,” she wailed. I had to keep from laughing.“Go on. You can hate me from upstairs.”Snuffling and for once acting her age, she stamped her feet all the way up. But to my surprise she did brush her teeth; after that she slammed her bedroom door at me and the house was, so to speak, at peace. I clicked off the TV and listened for any emanations from above that might tell me what Elaine was hatching now, but all I could hear was a passing car with its radio on some oldies station. “Tonight You Belong to Me” faded in and out abruptly but unmistakably, as if my high-school prom had just driven past, trailing memories. There comes a point in life when one is shamed by the predictability of one’s own desires, and I had reached it. What was Marina Pratt doing now? Reluctantly, I knew the answer. Wherever she was, she was busy being forty-four.With that dark thought in mind, I went upstairs. The door to our room was shut, and a dim light gleamed through the crack at the bottom. I peered cautiously in at Naomi; she was sleeping for all the world like a child. Or else she had gotten still better at pretending. I took some time brushing my teeth to give me and Elaine both a chance to prepare for the next scene.But when I opened the bedroom door I found her lying asleep and naked, face down on top of the bedclothes, a New Yorker next to her and partly crumpled in one hand. She reminded me of Naomi; sleep took the edge off both of them and exposed the innocence that for some reason they both tried to keep a secret. I took the magazine away from her and straightened it out; she had been reading the book reviews, and I knew she’d want to finish them. The sound of crinkling paper woke her up; she turned over and looked up at me sleepily just as if we weren’t in the middle of a fight, and I could see her remember to be mad.“Hi,” I said, starting to unbutton my shirt. She raised one eyebrow and tried to look stony. “Why don’t you get under the covers?”She sat up and reached to her right, and there on her night table – Elaine has always been a meticulous planner – was my camera. “I thought you might want to take my picture,” she said, picking it up and holding it out to me. I didn’t take it.“I don’t think there’s enough light in here.”She started to cry; I could see that Naomi would look exactly the same when she cried as an adult. Usually Elaine tried to avoid anything that might cause wrinkles, but now she was beyond all that. “Youcreep,” she said between sobs. “You’ve had those pictures down there all the TIME!” Convulsively she threw my camera down onto the bedroom floor, where it hit so hard it bounced. “What’s the matter, aren’t my knockers as good as theirs?”“Elaine, you’re being impossible,” I said, picking up my dented Nikon and heading back out.“Meee!” she yelled at me, red in the face, tears trembling on the curve of her jawline, ready to drop onto her shaking breasts. I closed the door on her and stood in the dark hallway taking deep breaths while her tears subsided. As my eyes adjusted, I could see Naomi standing in the door to her room.“Toby, what are knockers?” she asked, seriously.I thought of saying Those things on doors, but I knew it wouldn’t work. “Boobs,” I said. “Now go to bed.” It was too late to be any more understanding. I marched back down the stairs, poured myself a double Scotch, and lay down on the couch. There was no doubt about it; this was war.I should have known better than to drink the Scotch; it knocked me out, as planned, but it also woke me up at 3:30 in the morning. Another effect of being forty-four. I lay there in the dark living room, no longer seething, and watched the light skating around on the ceiling when cars occasionally passed. What a life, I kept thinking, amazed as usual by the peculiarity and disorderliness of feelings. The house was silent, as if no one were having a fight in it, or even, most wonderfully, as if no one inhabited it but me. That thought made me feel light, unburdened, off duty – like myself – an old self, as far back as college or even before. I hadn’t thought about myself disconnected from my various functions in life for a long time. Elaine did that better than me, and more often, and most of the time I admired her for it. She had managed to get her company to give her a computer terminal so she could stay home and still tell other people how to run their businesses – that was something I would never have been able to pull off. But just then I didn’t want to think about her or Naomi or my job or anything but the one unfinishable sentence, If I could do anything I wanted . . .After a while I got up and returned to the basment, where all this had begun; I unscrewed the back of the short-wave and took out the pictures. Even if the old set could not bring me Radio Moscow any more, it would make a good place to keep a past that seemed no less distant. The tearing of Marina’s picture had severed her torso with a diagonal slash which I experienced as a form of violence, an assault on tenderness. And then Michelle: I laid the five shots of her (one nowpatched together) on my workbench under the glare of the trouble light I used for fixing the car, and studied her delicious willingness. When I looked at her what seemed striking about sex was that it was such an innocent pursuit. An open secret: here we are together wanting what everybody wants and why the hell not? But somehow this simple world in which people got laid because they felt like it and had fun doing it was as fantastic as a Jules Verne book where people flew to the moon by firing off cannons to propel them.As I moved slowly from picture to picture, I could feel my balls wambling around loosey-goosily in my pants, reminding me that a part of me – not the part that was Elaine’s husband and Naomi’s father – would always be horny and lonely and about twenty-four years old, walking around with a middle-aged body and an unsatisfied dong, in what was clearly no longer a world of unfolding possibilities. And novelty is the ultimate aphrodisiac – everybody knows that. We just don’t talk about it much, because what would be the point?No more Michelles, that was for sure. The thought was too depressing; I put the photographs back inside the radio and climbed the basement stairs. It was nearly five o’clock and outside the sky was already beginning to lighten. I wanted to go up to our bedroom, take off my clothes, and get in bed, but that didn’t seem like a realistic plan. And presumably I would have to go to work; if people stopped analyzing the stock market every time they had a fight with their spouse the financial structure of the U.S. would collapse in a week. Glumly I wandered through the dim downstairs. In the front hall I stopped at a picture I had originally picked out but hadn’t actually looked at in some time – another naked woman. It was a print of a Carl Larsson painting, a young woman without clothes sitting at a desk, pencil in hand, perhaps writing a letter, a faint smile on her face. She seemed to be contemplating with satisfaction and even merriment what she had just put down. It had always been a pleasant picture but now I thought I knew exactly what he had meant. The question was, what would be in that letter – the one that couldn’t even be written until I got undressed?I lay back down on the living room couch to think about that and promptly fell asleep.The next thing I knew, Elaine was standing by the couch, not looking at me, but glaring more or less at the room in general. She seemed to be in the middle of a paragraph; the first words that registered were, “or have you just decided to quit going to work too?”“Too?” I said. “What is this ‘too’? Come off it.”She looked down at me, disgusted. “Don’t talk to me like that,” she said, and left.I looked at my watch; it was seven-forty-five, which meant that I would almost certainly be late for the office. As I trudged upstairs to shave and put on a tie I could only hope that this fight was as much of a strain on her as it was on me.When I got home she confronted me in the kitchen as I was pouring myself a drink. “I want to talk to you upstairs,” she said, in a tone that suggested no alternatives.“Do you mind if I get something to eat first?”“Yes.”Naomi, who was watching the local news on the kitchen TV with the volume turned up high, gave us both a baleful look over her shoulder. I felt unreasonably guilty as I followed Elaine out of the kitchen.“All right,” she said, when we were in the bedroom with the door closed, “which one of them are you going out with? Or is it all three? It’s probably not all three, because nobody wears their hair like that skinny nineteen-year-old any more, and anyway nobody her age would be interested in you. That leaves the other two. Now – ““Elaine,” I said, realizing this could go on for some time, “I told you. Those are old pictures. Very old. I went out with Michelle Strickland fifteen years ago, when I was twenty-nine, and the other one was even before that.”“Oh yeah?” Elaine looked ready to tear out my hair. She panted a couple of times, through clenched teeth. “I can’t believe you can just stand there and lie right to my face,” she said.“I’m not lying, Elaine. I know you think I am, but you’re wrong, so why don’t you just grow up?”I was still holding my drink in my hand, and with one irresistible slap she propelled hand and drink upwards so that the whole thing splashed in my face. “You bastard! You really have some nerve.”Now I was finally as mad as she was. I put down the glass on my dresser, took off my glasses, wiped my face, and thought about exactly what to say. Elaine looked a little worried already, as if she hadn’t meant to go that far. It occurred to me that for some reason she almost wanted me to be having an affair. Was that what she was up to?“You’re absolutely right,” I said. “I’ve been plunging Michelle Strickland every chance I’ve gotten for years.”Elaine leaned forward, her eyes widening. We must have looked like an umpire and a manager arguing over a called third strike. “Is she good in bed?”“She’s wonderful.”“Well, I’ve got news for you. I’ve been having an affair with Joe Milnik for a year and a half.”“What? You’ve been screwing a guy from my car pool? How the hell did you manage to keep it a secret?”“You were too busy with Michelle to notice.”“Why, that little runt – ““He’s not as little as you might think.”Joe Milnik? She must be out of her mind. He was even less fascinating than me. What was she, desperate? But I needed something to tell her. “Well, you know when I went to that seminar on computer languages at the Sheraton Tara? I met this lady tax lawyer who was six feet tall and platinum blond. We started sending each other hot notes on the computers and ended up taking a room for the afternoon instead of pushing buttons.”She looked completely unfazed. “You know why you got transferred out of Chicago? Because I was seeing Waldron Cooper and his wife found out.”“You were messing around with one of the senior partners? What do you want to do, ruin us?” Waldron Cooper! A martinet like that, screwing my wife, giving me fishy looks in the corridor every day – so that was why! Suddenly I got the idea that I had lost my grip ages ago without even realizing it. Senility would be next. I made one more effort. “Well, when I used to go to the day care center on Saturdays to clean up I made it with Jolette on the playroom mats, every single time.” Jolette had been the day care teacher of the three-to-five-year-olds; she was twenty-five at the most, and I knew plenty of fathers who had the hots for her.That got to Elaine; the blood rushed to her face. I could almost see the wheels turning furiously. “When you went to Seattle for a week,” she said in a deadly undertone, “I called the TV repairman and when he got done he put a tape of a porno movie on the Betamax to show that it worked and then we made it right there in the living room and he came back every day that week and we did every single thing that was in the movie. ” She stuck out her jaw belligerently, trembling a little, and we stared at each other for several breaths. I was dazed, and I couldn’t top what I had just heard. I was the first to look away, and there in the doorway stood Naomi, with nothing on – framed, as in a photograph. The sight of her froze me and Elaine both. How much had she heard?“Daddy, what did you make with Jolette?” she said in a tiny voice.One sentence, I thought – even one word, the word “love” right now, would change my entire life, call in the lawyers, send thishousehold flying apart. “Nothing, honey,” I said. “I didn’t do anything but clean up the playroom. I just made that up.”She looked both of us over, and for a moment no one moved.“Could I see?” she said.“See what?” But I knew, of course.“Those pictures.”“Have you been listening the whole time? You know you’re not supposed to spy on us.”She lowered her head slightly, but kept staring at me from under her level brows.“Those pictures aren’t for you. They aren’t for little girls. You wouldn’t like them.”“I would too.”“Sweetie – “ Elaine said, but then she seemed to get stuck. “What are you doing with your clothes off?”“Who’s Joe Milnik?” Naomi said to her. See how you like it, I thought.“Oh, nobody. He’s a friend of Daddy’s. I hardly know him.”With dignity, clothes or no clothes, Naomi turned and went back in her room and closed the door. Elaine and I breathed out, unable to look at each other. “Well,” she said.“I’ve got Scotch all over my shirt, thanks to you.”“Are those pictures really fifteen years old?”“Yes, damn it.”“I’m sorry I messed up your camera,” she said, but I could tell she wasn’t. “I’ll get it fixed, okay?”“You do whatever you want.”“I want – “ But she didn’t go on. A divorce? No. That hadn’t been what she had started to say. We had not gotten to the edge.“You want what?” I said, but she only looked at me in the terrible solidarity of marriage.Naomi reappeared in the doorway, decently dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. “I’ll go to Burger King with you this time,” she announced.“Tell me,” I said to Elaine. “Tell me what you want.”“You’re getting bacon cheese,” Naomi told me, “and you’re getting plain cheese,” she told Elaine, “and I’m getting a hot dog and I get to help you eat yours.”“Who said we’re going anywhere? And how do you know we want any help?” I said to her. But Naomi had already turned her back and started down the stairs.first published in StoryQuarterly #20 (1985).anthologized in The American Story: The Best of StoryQuarterly, ed. Anne Brashler, Melissa Pritchard, and Diane Williams (1990).。