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On May 15, 2008, the California Supreme Court approved same-sex marriages in the state of California. By a vote of 4 to 3, the court declared that limiting a marriage to a union between a man and a woman violated the state constitution.The court’s decision was a huge victory for gays and lesbians throughout the state. Hundreds waited outside the courthouse in Sacramento for the announcement, which they greeted with cheers, hugs, and kisses. TV crews interviewed joyful couples.However, conservative opponents have vowed to fight the decision. They plan to gather over a million signatures for a constitutional amendment in November to overturn this decision. If California voters approve the amendment, lawyer Gloria Allred said, “I will take this case to the US Supreme Court. Gays must be free to marry.”It was only 60 years ago that most states banned interracial marriages. However, in 1967 the US Supreme Court ended those bans. Now the conflict is about sex instead of race. At present, only two states legally recognize same-sex marriages—Massachusetts and California. Worldwide, only five countries legally recognize such marriages.“California has joined the 21st century,” said Elton John. “Now Cole Porter and I can finally get married in our favorite city, San Francisco.”“If we normal people don't vote for the amendment,” said conservative George Smith, “God will surely destroy this entire state.” Article/201108/150213But she had no reason to fear Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner#39;s curiosity; it was not their wish to force her communication. It was evident that she was much better acquainted with Mr. Darcy than they had before any idea of; it was evident that he was very much in love with her. They saw much to interest, but nothing to justify enquiry.可是她没有理由害怕嘉丁纳夫妇的好奇心,因为他们并不想强迫她讲出心里的话。她跟达西先生的交情,显然不是他们以前所猜想的那种泛泛之交,他显然爱上了她,舅父母发现了许多蛛丝马迹,可又实在不便过问。Of Mr. Darcy it was now a matter of anxiety to think well; and, as far as their acquaintance reached, there was no fault to find. They could not be untouched by his politeness, and, had they drawn his character from their own feelings and his servant#39;s report, without any reference to any other account, the circle in Hertfordshire to which he was known would not have recognised it for Mr. Darcy. There was now an interest, however, in believing the housekeeper; and they soon became sensible that the authority of a servant who had known him since he was four years old, and whose own manners indicated respectability, was not to be hastily rejected. Neither had any thing occurred in the intelligence of their Lambton friends that could materially lessen its weight. They had nothing to accuse him of but pride; pride he probably had, and if not, it would certainly be imputed by the inhabitants of a small market-town where the family did not visit. It was acknowledged, however, that he was a liberal man, and did much good among the poor.他们现在一心只想到达西先生的好处。他们和他认识到现在为止,从他身上找不出半点儿错处。他那样的客气,使他们不得不感动。要是他们光凭着自己的感想和那个管家奶奶的报道来称道他的不人,而不参考任何其他资料,那么,哈福德郡那些认识他的人,简直辨别不出这是讲的达西先生。大家现在都愿意去相信那个管家奶奶的话,因为她在主人四岁的那年就来到他,当然深知主人的为人,加上她本身的举止也令人起敬,那就决不应该贸贸然把她的话置若罔闻,何况根据蓝白屯的朋友们跟他们讲的情形来看,也觉得这位管家奶奶的话没有什么不可靠的地方。达西除了傲慢之外,人家指摘不出他有任何错处。说到傲慢,他也许果真有些傲慢,纵使他并不傲慢,那么,那个小镇上的居民们见他全家终年足迹不至,自然也要说他傲慢。不过大家都公认他是个很大方的人,济苦救贫,慷慨解囊。 Article/201203/174566

25So in the ninth year of Zedekiah's reign, on the tenth day of the tenth month, Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon marched against Jerusalem with his whole army. He encamped outside the city and built siege works all around it. 2The city was kept under siege until the eleventh year of King Zedekiah. 3By the ninth day of the fourth month the famine in the city had become so severe that there was no food for the people to eat. 4Then the city wall was broken through, and the whole army fled at night through the gate between the two walls near the king's garden, though the Babylonians were surrounding the city. They fled toward the Arabah, 5but the Babylonian army pursued the king and overtook him in the plains of Jericho. All his soldiers were separated from him and scattered, 6and he was captured. He was taken to the king of Babylon at Riblah, where sentence was pronounced on him. 7They killed the sons of Zedekiah before his eyes. Then they put out his eyes, bound him with bronze shackles and took him to Babylon. 8On the seventh day of the fifth month, in the nineteenth year of Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, Nebuzaradan commander of the imperial guard, an official of the king of Babylon, came to Jerusalem. 9He set fire to the temple of the Lord , the royal palace and all the houses of Jerusalem. Every important building he burned down. 10The whole Babylonian army, under the commander of the imperial guard, broke down the walls around Jerusalem. 11Nebuzaradan the commander of the guard carried into exile the people who remained in the city, along with the rest of the populace and those who had gone over to the king of Babylon. 12But the commander left behind some of the poorest people of the land to work the vineyards and fields. 13The Babylonians broke up the bronze pillars, the movable stands and the bronze Sea that were at the temple of the Lord and they carried the bronze to Babylon. 14They also took away the pots, shovels, wick trimmers, dishes and all the bronze articles used in the temple service. 15The commander of the imperial guard took away the censers and sprinkling bowls-all that were made of pure gold or silver. 16The bronze from the two pillars, the Sea and the movable stands, which Solomon had made for the temple of the Lord , was more than could be weighed. 17Each pillar was twenty-seven feet high. The bronze capital on top of one pillar was four and a half feet high and was decorated with a network and pomegranates of bronze all around. The other pillar, with its network, was similar. 18The commander of the guard took as prisoners Seraiah the chief priest, Zephaniah the priest next in rank and the three doorkeepers. 19Of those still in the city, he took the officer in charge of the fighting men and five royal advisers. He also took the secretary who was chief officer in charge of conscripting the people of the land and sixty of his men who were found in the city. 20Nebuzaradan the commander took them all and brought them to the king of Babylon at Riblah. 21There at Riblah, in the land of Hamath, the king had them executed. So Judah went into captivity, away from her land. 22Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon appointed Gedaliah son of Ahikam, the son of Shaphan, to be over the people he had left behind in Judah. 23When all the army officers and their men heard that the king of Babylon had appointed Gedaliah as governor, they came to Gedaliah at Mizpah-Ishmael son of Nethaniah, Johanan son of Kareah, Seraiah son of Tanhumeth the Netophathite, Jaazaniah the son of the Maacathite, and their men. 24Gedaliah took an oath to reassure them and their men. "Do not be afraid of the Babylonian officials," he said. "Settle down in the land and serve the king of Babylon, and it will go well with you." 25In the seventh month, however, Ishmael son of Nethaniah, the son of Elishama, who was of royal blood, came with ten men and assassinated Gedaliah and also the men of Judah and the Babylonians who were with him at Mizpah. 26At this, all the people from the least to the greatest, together with the army officers, fled to Egypt for fear of the Babylonians. 27In the thirty-seventh year of the exile of Jehoiachin king of Judah, in the year Evil-Merodach became king of Babylon, he released Jehoiachin from prison on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth month. 28He spoke kindly to him and gave him a seat of honor higher than those of the other kings who were with him in Babylon. 29So Jehoiachin put aside his prison clothes and for the rest of his life ate regularly at the king's table. 30Day by day the king gave Jehoiachin a regular allowance as long as he lived. Article/200810/51540

A surprise for the Cuthberts卡斯伯特兄俩大吃一惊Matthew Cuthbert lived with his sister Marilla on their farm on Prince Edward Island in Canada. Their farm- house, Green Gables, was just outside the little village of Avonlea. Matthew was nearly sixty and had a long brown beard. His sister was five years younger. They were both tall and thin, with dark hair. Everybody in Avonlea knew that the Cuthberts were quiet people who worked very hard on their farm.马修·卡斯伯特和玛丽拉住在加拿大爱德华太子岛上他们的农场里。他们的农舍——格林·盖布尔斯,就在埃文利小村外。马修年近六旬,留着褐色的长胡子。玛丽拉比他小5岁。他俩身材瘦高,长着深色的头发。埃文利村的每一个人都知道,卡斯伯特兄是默默无闻、勤勤恳恳的庄户人。One afternoon Matthew drove the horse and cart to the sta-tion. ;Has the five-thirty train arrived yet? ;he asked the sta-tion-master.一天下午,马修驾着马车来到火车站。“5点半的火车到了吗?”他向站长询问道。;Yes, ;the man replied. ;And there;s a passenger who;s waiting for you. A little girl. ;“已经到了,”站长回答。“有一位乘客正在等您,是一个小姑娘。”;A little girl? ;asked Matthew. ;But I;ve come for a boy! The children;s home is sending us one of their orphan boys. We;re going to adopt him, you see, and he;s going to help me with the farm work. ;“小姑娘?”马修问道,“但我是来接一个小男孩!那孤儿院给我们送来一个孤儿,我们准备收养他。你看,我还指望他帮忙干农活呢。”;well, perhaps the children;s home didn;t have any boys, so they sent you a girl, ;answered the stationmaster carelessly. ;Here she is. ;“也许那孤儿院没有男孩子,所以他们给你送来一个小姑娘,”站长漫不经心地答道,“她来了。”Matthew turned shyly to speak to the child. She was about eleven, with long red hair in two plaits. Her face was small, white and thin, with a lot of freckles, and she had large grey-green eyes. She was wearing an old brown hat and a dress which was too small for her.马修讪讪地转过身去面对那孩子。女孩大约十一岁,梳着两条粗粗的红色发辫,长满雀斑的小脸又瘦又白,上面有一双灰绿色的大眼睛。她戴着一顶褐色的旧帽子,衣已小得不合身。;Are you Mr Cuthbert of Green Gables? ;she asked excitedly in a high, sweet voice. ;I;m very happy to come and live with you, and belong to you. I;ve never belonged to anyone, you see. The people at the children;s home were very kind, but it;s not very exciting to live in a place like that, is it? ;“您是格林·盖布尔斯的卡斯伯特先生吗?”她问道,嗓音清晰甜美。“我很高兴能来和你们生活在一起,成为您家的一员。您看,我还从来没有真正成为哪家的成员呢。孤儿院的人都很好,但住在那种地方一点也不好玩,不是吗?”Matthew felt sorry for the child. How could he tell her that it was all a mistake? But he couldn;t just leave her at the sta-tion. He decided to take her home with him. Marilla could ex-plain the mistake to her.马修很同情这孩子。他怎么能告诉她这一切都搞错了?他总不能把女孩一个人留在火车站。他决定先把孩子带回家,让玛丽拉向小姑娘解释。He was surprised that he enjoyed the journey home. He was a quiet, shy man, and he didn;t like talking himself. But to-day, he only had to listen, because the little girl talked and talked and talked. She told him all about herself while they drove along.让马修感到吃惊的是,在回家的路上他感觉非常愉快。他是个沉默、腼腆、少言寡语的人。但今天,他只要听就足够了,因为这小姑娘不停地说呀,说呀,说呀。一路上她向马修讲述关于自己的一切。 /201205/181331

  有些陪审员记下了“重要”,有些写了“不重要”。爱丽丝离陪审员们很近,它们在纸板上记的字她都看得一清二楚。心想:“反正怎么写都没关系。” `That's very important,' the King said, turning to the jury. They were just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White Rabbit interrupted: `UNimportant, your Majesty means, of course,' he said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke. `UNimportant, of course, I meant,' the King hastily said, and went on to himself in an undertone, `important--unimportant-- unimportant--important--' as if he were trying which word sounded best. Some of the jury wrote it down `important,' and some `unimportant.' Alice could see this, as she was near enough to look over their slates; `but it doesn't matter a bit,' she thought to herself. Article/201105/135028

  “可现在哪边是哪边呢?”她问自己,然后啃了右手那块试试。蓦地觉得下巴被猛烈地碰了一下:原来下巴碰着脚背了。This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, `One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.' `One side of WHAT? The other side of WHAT?' thought Alice to herself. `Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight. Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. `And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot! Article/201012/122340。

  文本:1They went across the lake to the region of the Gerasenes. 2When Jesus got out of the boat, a man with an evil spirit came from the tombs to meet him. 3This man lived in the tombs, and no one could bind him any more, not even with a chain. 4For he had often been chained hand and foot, but he tore the chains apart and broke the irons on his feet. No one was strong enough to subdue him. 5Night and day among the tombs and in the hills he would cry out and cut himself with stones. 6When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and fell on his knees in front of him. 7He shouted at the top of his voice, "What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? Swear to God that you won't torture me!" 8For Jesus had said to him, "Come out of this man, you evil spirit!" 9Then Jesus asked him, "What is your name?" 10"My name is Legion," he replied, "for we are many." And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area. 11A large herd of pigs was feeding on the nearby hillside. 12The demons begged Jesus, "Send us among the pigs; allow us to go into them." 13He gave them permission, and the evil spirits came out and went into the pigs. The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned. 14Those tending the pigs ran off and reported this in the town and countryside, and the people went out to see what had happened. 15When they came to Jesus, they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind; and they were afraid. 16Those who had seen it told the people what had happened to the demon-possessed man--and told about the pigs as well. 17Then the people began to plead with Jesus to leave their region. 18As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon-possessed begged to go with him. 19Jesus did not let him, but said, "Go home to your family and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you." 20So the man went away and began to tell in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him. And all the people were amazed. 21When Jesus had again crossed over by boat to the other side of the lake, a large crowd gathered around him while he was by the lake. 22Then one of the synagogue rulers, named Jairus, came there. Seeing Jesus, he fell at his feet 23and pleaded earnestly with him, "My little daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her so that she will be healed and live." 24So Jesus went with him. 25A large crowd followed and pressed around him. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. 26She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. 27When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, 28because she thought, "If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed." 29Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. 30At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?" 31"You see the people crowding against you," his disciples answered, "and yet you can ask, 'Who touched me?' " 32But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. 33Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. 34He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering." 35While Jesus was still speaking, some men came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue ruler. "Your daughter is dead," they said. "Why bother the teacher any more?" 36Ignoring what they said, Jesus told the synagogue ruler, "Don't be afraid; just believe." 37He did not let anyone follow him except Peter, James and John the brother of James. 38When they came to the home of the synagogue ruler, Jesus saw a commotion, with people crying and wailing loudly. 39He went in and said to them, "Why all this commotion and wailing? The child is not dead but asleep." 40But they laughed at him. 41After he put them all out, he took the child's father and mother and the disciples who were with him, and went in where the child was. He took her by the hand and said to her, "Talitha koum!" (which means, "Little girl, I say to you, get up!" ). 42Immediately the girl stood up and walked around (she was twelve years old). At this they were completely astonished. 43He gave strict orders not to let anyone know about this, and told them to give her something to eat. Article/200808/46788

  2 The pool of tears第2章 泪水潭;Curiouser and curiouser!;said Alice.(She was very surprised,and for a minute she forgot how to speak good English.)“越奇越怪!”爱丽丝说。(她很奇怪,一会儿她就忘了怎么说好英语了。);I shall be as tall as a house in a minute,;she said.She tried to look down at her feet,and could only just see them.;Goodbye,feet!;she called.;Who will put on your shoes now?Oh dear!What nonsense I#39;m talking!;“只需要一分钟我就会长得像一所房子那么高,”她说。她试着看看自己的脚,刚刚能看到脚。“再见吧,脚!”她叫了起来。“现在谁能穿上你的鞋?噢天哪!我在胡说些什么呀!”Just then her head hit the ceiling of the room.She was now about three metres high.Quickly,she took the little gold key from the table and hurried to the garden door.正在这时,她的头碰到了天花板上。她现在大约有3米高。她赶快从桌上拿了小金钥匙,跑到通往花园的门那儿。Poor Alice!She lay on the floor and looked into the garden with one eye.She could not even put her head through the door.可怜的爱丽丝!她趴在地板上,用一只眼睛往花园里瞧。她连头都塞不进门里。She began to cry again,and went on crying and crying.The tears ran down her face,and soon there was a large pool of water all around her on the floor.Suddenly she heard a voice, and she stopped crying to listen.她又哭了起来,哭个不停。泪水从脸蛋儿滑落,很快在她周围的地板上积成一大潭水。突然,她听到一个声音,她止住哭声仔细听。;Oh,the Duchess,the Duchess!She#39;ll be so angry!I#39;m late,and she#39;s waiting for me.Oh dear,oh dear!;“噢,公爵夫人,公爵夫人!她要气坏了!我迟到了,她在等我呢。噢天哪,天哪!”It was the white Rabbit again.He was hurrying down the long room,with some white gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other hand.又是白兔,他正从那长房间那边走过来,一只手上拿了些手套,另一只手上拿了把大扇子。Alice was afraid,but she needed help.She spoke in a quiet voice.;Oh,please,sir—;爱丽丝有点害怕,但她需要帮助。她轻声说:“嗯,先生,请——”The Rabbit jumped wildly,dropped the gloves and the fan, and hurried away as fast as he could.兔子猛地跳了起来,丢下手套和扇子,风一样地跑了。Alice picked up the fan and the gloves.The room was very hot,so she began to fan herself while she talked.;Oh dear! How strange everything is today!Did I change in the night? Am I a different person today?But if I#39;m a different person, then the next question is—who am I?Ah,that#39;s the mystery.;爱丽丝拣起扇于和手套。房间里很热,于是她一边自言自语一边扇着扇子。“噢我的天!今天的每一件事都多么奇怪!晚上我是不是变了呢?今天我是另外一个人了吗?但如果我变了个人,那下一个问题是——我倒底是谁?啊,真是个谜。”She began to feel very unhappy again,but then she looked down at her hand.She was wearing one of the Rabbit#39;s white gloves.;How did I get it on my hand?;she thought.;Oh,I#39;m getting smaller again!;She looked round the room.;I#39;m al- y less than a metre high.And getting smaller every second!How can I stop it?;She saw the fan in her other hand, and quickly dropped it.她又伤心起来,然后她看看自己的手。她正戴着兔子的一只手套。“我怎么戴上这手套的呢?”她想。“噢,我现在又变小了!”她四下看看。“我已经不到一米高。每秒钟都在变小!我怎么才能不变小了呢?”她看到另一只手里的扇子,赶快扔了。She was now very,very small-and the little garden door was locked again,and the little gold key was lying on the glass table.她现在很小很小了——可通往花园的小门又锁上了,而小金钥匙还在玻璃桌上。 Article/201203/174075有声名著之双城记CHAPTER VIHundreds of PeopleTHE quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street-corner not far from Soho-square. On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had rolled over the trial for treason, and carried it, as to the public interest and memory, far out to sea, Mr. Jarvis Lorry walked along the sunny streets from Clerkenwell where he lived, on his way to dine with the Doctor. After several relapses into business-absorption, Mr. Lorry had become the Doctor's friend, and the quiet street-corner was the sunny part of his life. On this certain fine Sunday, Mr. Lorry walked towards Soho, early in the afternoon, for three reasons of habit. Firstly, because, on fine Sundays, he often walked out, before dinner, with the Doctor and Lucie; secondly, because, on unfavourable Sundays, he was accustomed to be with them as the family friend, talking, ing, looking out of window, and generally getting through the day; thirdly, because he happened to have his own little shrewd doubts to solve, and knew how the ways of the Doctor's household pointed to that time as a likely time for solving them. A quainter corner than the corner where the Doctor lived, was not to be found in London. There was no way through it, and the front windows of the Doctor's lodgings commanded a pleasant little vista of street that had a congenial air of retirement on it. There were few buildings then, north of the Oxford-road, and forest-trees flourished, and wild flowers grew, and the hawthorn blossomed, in the now vanished fields. As a consequence, country airs circulated in Soho with vigorous freedom, instead of languishing into the parish like stray paupers without a settlement; and there was many a good south wall, not far off, on which the peaches ripened in their season. The summer light struck into the corner brilliantly in the earlier part of the day; but, when the streets grew hot, the corner was in shadow, though not in shadow so remote but that you could see beyond it into a glare of brightness. It was a cool spot, staid but cheerful, a wonderful place for echoes, and a very harbour from the raging streets. There ought to have been a tranquil bark in such an anchorage, and there was. The Doctor occupied two floors of a large still house, where several callings purported to be pursued by day, but whereof little was audible any day, and which was shunned by all of them at night. In a building at the back, attainable by a court-yard' where a plane-tree rustled its green leaves, church-organs claimed to be made, and silver to be chased, and likewise gold to be beaten by some mysterious giant who had a golden arm starting out of the wall of the front hall--as if he had beaten himself precious, and menaced a similar conversion of all visitors. Very little of these trades, or of a lonely lodger rumoured to live up-stairs, or of a dim coach-trimming maker asserted to have a counting-house below, was ever heard or seen. Occasionally, a stray workman putting his coat on, traversed the hall, or a stranger peered about there, or a distant clink was heard across the court-yard, or a thump from the golden giant. These, how-ever, were only the exceptions required to prove the rule that the sparrows in the plane-tree behind the house, and the echoes in the corner before it, had their own way from Sunday morning unto Saturday night. Doctor Manette received such patients here as his old reputation, and its revival in the floating whispers of his story, brought him. His scientific knowledge, and his vigilance and skill in conducting ingenious experiments, brought him other-wise into moderate request, and he earned a, much as he wanted. These things were within Mr. Jarvis Lorry's knowledge, thoughts, and notice, when he rang the door-bell of the tranquil house in the corner, on the fine Sunday afternoon. `Doctor Manette at home?' Expected home. `Miss Lucie at home?' Expected home. `Miss Pross at home?' Possibly at home, but of a certainty impossible for hand-maid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross, as to admission or denial of the fact. `As I am at home myself,' said Mr. Lorry, `I'll go up-stairs.' Although the Doctor's daughter had known nothing of the country of her birth, she appeared to have innately derived from it that ability to make much of little means, which is one of its most useful and most agreeable characteristics. Simple as the furniture was, it was set off by so many little adornments, of no value but for their taste and fancy, that its effect was delightful. The disposition of everything in the rooms, from the largest object to the least; the arrangement of colours, the elegant variety and contrast obtained by thrift in trifles, by delicate hands, clear eyes, and good sense; were at once so pleasant in themselves, and so expressive of their originator, that, as Mr. Lorry stood looking about him, the very chairs and tables seemed to ask him, with something of that peculiar expression which he knew so well by this time, whether he approved? There were three rooms on a floor, and, the doors by which they communicated being put open that the air might pass freely through them all, Mr. Lorry, smilingly observant of that fanciful resemblance which he detected all around him, walked from one to another. The first was the best room, and in it were Lucie's birds, and flowers, and books, and desk, and work-table, and box of water-colours; the second was the Doctor's consulting-room, used also as the dining-room; the third, changingly speckled by the rustle of the plane-tree in the yard, was the Doctor's bedroom, and there, in a corner, stood the disused shoemaker's bench and tray of tools, much as it had stood on the fifth floor of the dismal house by the wine-shop, in the suburb of Saint Antoine in Paris. `I wonder,' said Mr. Lorry, pausing in his looking about, `that he keeps that reminder of his sufferings about him!' `And why wonder at that?' was the abrupt inquiry that made him start. It proceeded from Miss Pross, the wild red woman, strong of hand, whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at Dover, and had since improved. `I should have thought---`Mr. Lorry began. `Pooh! You'd have thought!' said Miss Pross; and Mr. Lorry left off. `How do you do?' inquired that lady then--sharply, and yet as if to express that she bore him no malice. `I am pretty well, I thank you,' answered Mr. Lorry, with meekness; `how are you?' `Nothing to boast of,' said Miss Pross. `Indeed?' `Ah! indeed!' said Miss Pross. `I am very much put out about my Ladybird.' `Indeed?' `For gracious sake say something else besides ``indeed,'' or you'll fidget me to death,' said Miss Pross: whose character (dissociated from stature) was shortness.' `Really, then?' said Mr. Lorry, as an amendment. `Really, is bad enough,' returned Miss Pross, `but better. Yes, I am very much put out.' `May I ask the cause?' `I don't want dozens of people who are not at all worthy of Ladybird, to come here looking after her,' said Miss Pross. `Do dozens come for that purpose?' `Hundreds,' said Miss Pross. It was characteristic of this lady (as of some other people before her time and since) that whenever her original pro-position was questioned, she exaggerated it. `Dear me!' said Mr. Lorry, as the safest remark he could think of. Article/200903/64070

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  Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.哈利曾以为达德里已经够讨厌的了,谁想到,遇上杰高。马尔夫之后,原来这家伙比达德里更令人讨厌。Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn#39;t have to put up with Malfoy much.一年级的格林芬顿学生只有药学课是和史林德林学生一起上的,所以大家都还没有多少机会与马尔夫发生正面冲突。Or at least, they didn#39;t until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan.至少在看到那张钉在格林芬顿公共休息室里的通知前是这样。那张通知让大家恨得牙痒痒的。Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday — and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.飞行训练课将于星期四开始上课——这意味着格林芬顿学生要和史林德林学生一起上课。Typical,said Harry darkly. Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.又是那一套!哈利撇撇嘴,这正合我意,只是在马尔夫面前坐在大扫帚上让我觉得有点像傻瓜。He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.哈利比谁都想快点可以学习快迪斯。You don#39;t know that you#39;ll make a fool of yourself,said Ron reasonably.我不知道你坐上去会不会像傻瓜,罗恩说。Anyway, I know Malfoy#39;s always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that#39;s all talk.不过,据我所知,马尔夫一直为他的快迪斯而自豪,而且我敢打赌他现在肯定又在吹嘘自己。Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot.马尔夫的确正在大谈即将要上的飞行训练课。He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long,他大声地抱怨一年级的小鬼们根本没资格加入豪斯飞行训练队,他讲了好久boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.当然也不忘往自己脸上贴金,他把那个他从直升飞机上利用快迪斯逃生的故事又吹了一遍。He wasn#39;t the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he#39;d spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick.其实,吹嘘自己有飞行经验的人也不止马尔夫一个,谢默斯。范尼更就到处跟人说,他还是个小孩子的时候就已经骑着大扫帚在原野上空漫游了。Even Ron would tell anyone who#39;d listen about the time he#39;d almost hit a hang glider on Charlie#39;s old broom.罗恩也喋喋不休地大讲他经常用查理的那把旧扫帚到处滑翔。Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly.几乎每一个来自巫术家族的孩子都在谈论快迪斯。Ron had aly had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer.罗恩已经和同宿舍的迪恩。汤姆斯就足球的问题辩论了一场。Ron couldn#39;t see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly.罗恩实在搞不明白足球赛有什么好刺激的,二十几个人,一个球,又不准飞起来,多无聊!Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean#39;s poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.罗恩甚至想劝迪恩离开汉姆足球队呢。

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  Great Writers: Flannery O'Connor Told of Small-Town Life in the SouthWritten by Richard Thorman (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:I'm Shirley Griffith. VOICE TWO:And I'm Ray Freeman with the VOA Special English program, People in America. Today, we tell about writer Flannery O’Connor. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE: Flannery O'Connor Late in her life someone asked the American writer Flannery O’Connor why she wrote. She said, "Because I am good at it. "She was good. Yet, she was not always as good a writer as she became. She improved because she listened to others. She changed her stories. She re-wrote them, then re-wrote them again, always working to improve what she was creating. Flannery had always wanted to be a writer. After she graduated from Georgia State College for women, she asked to be accepted at a writing program at the State University of Iowa. The head of the school found it difficult to understand her southern speech. He asked her to write what she wanted. Then he asked to see some examples of her work. He saw immediately that the writing was full of imagination and bright with knowledge, like Flannery O’Connor herself. VOICE TWO:Mary Flannery O’Connor was born March twenty-fifth, nineteen twenty-five, in the southern city of Savannah, Georgia. The year she was born, her father developed a rare disease called lupus. He died of the disease in nineteen forty-one. By that time the family was living in the small southern town of Milledgeville, Georgia, in a house owned by Flannery's mother. Life in a small town in the American South was what O’Connor knew best. Yet she said, "If you know who you are, you can go anywhere. "VOICE ONE:Many people in the town of Milledgeville thought she was different from other girls. She was kind to everyone, but she seemed to stand to one side of what was happening, as if she wanted to see it better. Her mother was her example. Her mother said, "I was brought up to be nice to everyone and not to tell my business to anyone. "Flannery also did not talk about herself. But in her writing a silent and distant anger explodes from the quiet surface of her stories. Some see her as a Roman Catholic religious writer. They see her anger as the search to save her moral being through her belief in Jesus Christ. Others do not deny her Roman Catholic religious beliefs. Yet they see her not writing about things, but presenting the things themselves. VOICE TWO:When she left the writing program at Iowa State University she was invited to join a group of writers at the Yaddo writers' colony. Yaddo is at Saratoga Springs in New York state. It provides a small group of writers with a home and a place to work for a short time. The following year, nineteen forty-nine, she moved to New York City. She soon left the city and lived with her friend Robert Fitzgerald and his family in the northeastern state of Connecticut. Fitzgerald says O’Connor needed to be alone to work during the day. And she needed her friends to talk to when her work was done. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:While writing her first novel, “Wise Blood”, she was stricken with the disease, lupus, that had killed her father. The treatment for lupus weakened her. She moved back to Georgia and lived the rest of her life with her mother on a farm outside Milledgeville. O’Connor was still able to write, travel, and give speeches. “Wise Blood” appeared in nineteen fifty-two. Both it and O’Connor's second novel, “The Violent Bear it Away,” are about a young man growing up. In both books the young men are unwilling to accept the work they were most fit to do. Like all of Flannery O’Connor's writing, the book is filled with humor, even when her meaning is serious. It shows the mix of a traditional world with a modern world. It also shows a battle of ideas expressed in the simple, country talk that O’Connor knew very well. VOICE TWO:In “Wise Blood”, a young man, Hazel Motes, leaves the Army but finds his home town empty. He flees to a city, looking for "a place to be.” On the train, he announces that he does not believe in Jesus Christ. He says, "I wouldn't even if he existed. Even if he was on this train. "His moving to the city is an attempt to move away from the natural world and become a thing, a machine. He decides that all he can know is what he can touch and see. In the end, however, he destroys his physical sight so that he may truly see, because he says that when he had eyes he was blind. Critics say his action seems to show that he is no longer willing to deny the existence of Jesus but now is willing to follow him into the dark. The novel received high praise from critics. It did not become popular with the public, however. VOICE ONE: O’Connor's second novel, “The Violent Bear it Away,” was published in nineteen sixty. Like “Wise Blood,” it is a story about a young man learning to deal with life. The book opens with the young man, Francis Marion Tarwater, refusing to do the two things his grandfather had ordered him to do. These are to bury the old man deep in the ground, and to bring religion to his uncle's mentally sick child. Instead, Tarwater burns the house where his grandfather died and lets the mentally sick child drown during a religious ceremony. VOICE TWO:Critics say Tarwater's violence comes from his attempt to find truth by denying religion. In the end, however, he accepts that he has been touched by a deeper force, the force of the word of God, and he must accept that word.Both of O’Connor's novels explore the long moment of fear when a young man must choose between the difficulties of growing up and the safe world of a child. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:Flannery O’Connor is at least as well known for her stories as for her novels. Her first book of stories, “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” appeared in nineteen fifty-five. In it she deals with many of the ideas she wrote about in “Wise Blood,” such as the search for Jesus Christ. In many of the stories there is a conflict between the world of the spirit and the world of the body. In the story, "The Life You Save May Be Your Own," a traveling workman with only one arm comes to a farm. He claims to be more concerned with things of the spirit than with objects. VOICE TWO:The woman who owns the farm offers to let him marry her deaf daughter. He finally agrees when the mother gives him the farm, her car, and seventeen dollars for the wedding trip. He says, "Lady, a man is divided into two parts, body and spirit. . . The body, lady, is like a house: it don't go anywhere; but the spirit, lady, is like a automobile, always on the move. . . "He marries the daughter and drives off with her. When they stop to eat, the man leaves her and drives off toward the city. On the way he stops and gives a ride to a wandering boy. We learn that when the one-armed man was a child, his mother left him. Critics say that when he helps the boy, he is helping himself. VOICE ONE:In nineteen sixty-four, O’Connor was operated on for a stomach disease. One result of this operation was the return of lupus, the disease that killed her father. On August third, nineteen sixty-four, Flannery O’Connor died.She was thirty-nine years old. Near the end of her life she said, "I'm a born Catholic, and death has always been brother to my imagination."VOICE TWO:The next year, in nineteen sixty-five, her final collection of stories, “Everything That Rises Must Converge,” appeared. In it she speaks of the cruelty of disease and the deeper cruelty that exists between parents and children. In these stories, grown children are in a struggle with parents they neither love nor leave. Many of the children feel guilty about hating the mothers who, the children feel, have destroyed them through love. The children want to rebel violently, but they fear losing their mothers' protection. In nineteen seventy-one, O’Connor's “Collected Stories” was published. The book contains most of what she wrote. It has all the stories of her earlier collections. It also has early versions of both novels that were first published as stories. And it has parts of an uncompleted novel and an unpublished story. In nineteen seventy-two this last book won the American book industry's highest prize, The National Book Award. As one critic noted, Flannery O’Connor did not live long, but she lived deeply, and wrote beautifully. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:This Special English program was written by Richard Thorman. I'm Shirley Griffith.VOICE TWO:And I'm Ray Freeman. Join us again next week for another People in America program on the Voice of America. Article/200803/29211

  这么优秀的一个青年,门第好,又有钱,样样都比人家强,也难怪他要自以为了不起,照我的说法,他有权利骄傲。;Are you quite sure, ma#39;am?--is not there a little mistake?; said Jane. ;I certainly saw Mr. Darcy speaking to her. ;;Aye--because she asked him at last how he liked Netherfield, and he could not help answering her; but she said he seemed quite angry at being spoke to. ;;Miss Bingley told me, ; said Jane, ;that he never speaks much, unless among his intimate acquaintances. With THEM he is remarkably agreeable. ;;I do not believe a word of it, my dear. If he had been so very agreeable, he would have talked to Mrs. Long. But I can guess how it was; everybody says that he is eat up with pride, and I dare say he had heard somehow that Mrs. Long does not keep a carriage, and had come to the ball in a hack chaise. ;;I do not mind his not talking to Mrs. Long, ; said Miss Lucas, ;but I wish he had danced with Eliza. ;;Another time, Lizzy, ; said her mother, ;I would not dance with HIM, if I were you. ;;I believe, ma#39;am, I may safely promise you NEVER to dance with him. ;;His pride, ; said Miss Lucas, ;does not offend ME so much as pride often does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a young man, with family, fortune, everything in his favour, should think highly of himself. If I may so express it, he has a RIGHT to be proud. ;;That is very true, ; replied Elizabeth, ;and I could easily forgive HIS pride, if he had not mortified MINE. ;;Pride, ; observed Mary, who piqued herself upon the solidity of her reflections, ;is a very common failing, I believe. By all that I have ever , I am convinced that it is very common indeed; that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us. ;;If I were as rich as Mr. Darcy, ; cried a young Lucas, who came with his sisters, ;I should not care how proud I was. I would keep a pack of foxhounds, and drink a bottle of wine a day. ;;Then you would drink a great deal more than you ought, ; said Mrs. Bennet; ;and if I were to see you at it, I should take away your bottle directly. ;The boy protested that she should not; she continued to declare that she would, and the argument ended only with the visit. Article/201106/138722

  It was Sunday. “Don’t blow in my ear!” Cassandra yelled. “I have very fragile skin. If you blow in my ear, it might break my eardrum.” Travis laughed. He didn’t believe her. He had seen too many movies and too many books where the guy blew in the girl's ear and the girl ended up marrying the guy.So he blew in her ear. She cried out in pain. “You're kidding,” he said, startled. But the look on her face said that she wasn’t kidding. Something’s wrong, she told him. He apologized profusely. She put her little finger in her ear; when she pulled it out, there was moisture on her fingertip. She said she could hear a whooshing sound. He felt sick. He couldn’t believe that he had just injured her. This had never happened in any movie or any book. Yet it was happening to her.She felt dizzy. She ran to the bathroom and threw up. “I’m so sorry, honey,” he told her. Very quietly, she said it was okay. She wanted to go home. He walked her out to his car. She said the whooshing sound was not going away. When they got to her place, she got into her bed and lay down. She asked him to please leave, as she wanted to try to sleep. He apologized again. He got back into his car and returned to his apartment. What a jerk I am, he said over and over. What a jerk. Article/201105/137896

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