бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
Unit
Catching crabs
atmosphere of the preceding summer semester, the impromptu ball games, the boating on the Charles River, the late-night parties had disappeared, and we all started to get our heads down, studying late, and attendance at classes rose steeply again. We all sensed we were coming to the end of our stay here, that we would never get a chance like this again, and we became determined not to waste it. Most important of course were the final exams in April and May in the following year. No one wanted the humiliation of finishing last in class, so the peer group pressure to work hard was strong. Libraries which were once empty after five o'clock in the afternoon were standing room only until the early hours of the morning, and guys wore the bags under their eyes and their pale, sleepy faces with pride, like medals proving their diligence.
1-1 ×¥ó¦Ð·
´óѧ×îºóÒ»ÄêµÄÇïÌ죬ÎÒÃǵÄÐÄÇé±äÁË¡£ ¸Õ¸Õ¹ýÈ¥µÄÏļ¾Ñ§ÆÚµÄÇáËÉ·ÕΧ¡¢¼´ÐËÇòÈü¡¢²é¶û˹ºÓÉϵķºÖÛÒÔ¼°ÉîÒ¹Íí»á¶¼²»¼ûÁË×ÙÓ°£¬ÎÒÃÇ¿ªÊ¼Âñͷѧϰ£¬¿à¶Áµ½ÉîÒ¹£¬¿ÎÌóöÇÚÂÊÔٴμ±¾çÉÏÉý¡£ ÎÒÃǶ¼¾õµÃÔÚУʱ¼ä²»¶àÁË£¬ÒÔºóÔÙÒ²²»»áÓÐÕâÑùµÄѧϰ»ú»áÁË£¬ËùÒÔ¶¼Ï¶¨¾öÐIJ»ÔÙÐé¶È¹âÒõ¡£ µ±È»£¬ÏÂÒ»ÄêËÄÎåÔÂ·ÝµÄÆÚÄ©¿¼ÊÔ×îÎªÖØÒª¡£ ÎÒÃÇ˶¼²»Ï뿼ȫ°àµ¹ÊýµÚÒ»£¬ÄÇҲ̫¶ªÈËÁË£¬Òò´ËͬѧÃÇÖ®¼äµÄ¾ºÕùѹÁ¦Ìرð´ó¡£ ÒÔǰÿÌìÏÂÎçÎåµãÒÔºó£¬Í¼Êé¹Ý¾Í¿ÕÎÞÒ»ÈËÁË£¬ÏÖÔÚÈ´ÒªµÈµ½Ìì¿ìÁÁʱ²Å»áÓпÕ×ù£¬Ð¡»ï×ÓÃǰ¾Ò¹°¾³öÁËÑÛ´ü£¬ËûÃÇÁ³É«²Ô°×£¬Ë¯ÑÛÐÊâ죬ȴºÜ×ÔºÀ£¬ºÃÏñÕâЩ¶¼ÊDZíÕÃËûÃÇÇڷܺÃѧµÄ½±Õ¡£
»¹ÓбðµÄÊÂÇéÈôó¼ÒÐÄÇé½¹ÂÇ¡£ ÿ¸öÈ˶¼ÔÚÐÄÀïÅÌËã׏ý¼¸¸öÔ±ÏÒµÀëУ֮ºó¸ÃÕÒ·ÝʲôÑùµÄ¹¤×÷¡£ ²¢²»×ÜÊÇÄÇЩÐÄ»³±§¸º¡¢³É¼¨°Î¼âµÄ¸ß²ÄÉú²ÅÇå³þ×Ô¼º½«À´Òª×öʲô£¬³£³£ÊÇÄÇЩƽÈÕÀïĬĬÎÞÎŵÄͬѧÔçÔçΪ×Ô¼ºÏ¼¸¸ö½×¶ÎµÄÈËÉú×öºÃÁ˹滮¡£ ÓÐλͬѧÔÚλÓÚÂóµÏÑ·´óµÀËû¸ç¸çµÄ¹ã¸æ¹«Ë¾µÃµ½ÁËÒ»·Ý¹¤×÷£¬ÁíһλͬѧдµÄµçÓ°½Å±¾ÒѾÓëºÃÀ³Îë²ÝÇ©Á˺ÏÔ¼¡£ ÎÒÃǵ±ÖÐÒ°ÐÄ×î´óµÄһλͬѧ׼±¸µ½µØ·½Éϵ±Ò»¸öÕþµ³»î¶¯¼Ò£¬ÎÒÃǶ¼Ô¤ÁÏËû×îÖջᵱÉϲÎÒéÔ±»ò¹ú»áÒéÔ±¡£ µ«´ó¶àÊýͬѧ²»ÊÇ×¼±¸¼ÌÐøÉîÔ죬¾ÍÊÇÏëÔÚÒøÐС¢µØ·½Õþ¸®»òÆäËûµ¥Î»µ±¸ö°×Á죬ϣÍûÔÚ20³öÍ·µÄʱºòÄÜÕõµ½×ã¹»¶àµÄнˮ£¬¹ýÉÏÊæÊʵÄÉú»î£¬È»ºó¾ÍÈ¢ÆÞÉú×Ó£¬´û¿îÂò·¿£¬ÆÚÍûÉýÖ°£¬¹ý°²ÎÈÈÕ×Ó¡£
¸Ð¶÷½ÚµÄʱºòÎÒ»ØÁËÒ»Ì˼ң¬ÐֵܽãÃÃÃÇÃâ²»Á˲»Í£µØÎÊÎÒ±ÏÒµºóÓÐʲô´òË㣬ÎÒ²»ÖªµÀ¸Ã˵ʲô¡£ ʵ¼ÊÉÏ£¬ÎÒÖªµÀ¸Ã˵ʲô£¬µ«ÎÒÅÂËûÃÇÅúÆÀÎÒ£¬ËùÒÔÖ»¶ÔËûÃÇ˵Á˱ðÈ˶¼×¼±¸¸Éʲô¡£
¸¸Ç׿´×ÅÎÒ£¬Ê²Ã´Ò²Ã»Ëµ¡£ Ò¹Éîʱ£¬Ëû½ÐÎÒÈ¥ËûµÄÊé·¿¡£ ÎÒÃÇ×øÁËÏÂÀ´£¬Ëû¸øÎÒÃÇÁ©¸÷
1 In the fall of our final year, our mood changed. The relaxed 1.
2 But there was something else. At the back of everyone's 2. mind was what we would do next, when we left university in a few months' time. It wasn't always the high flyers with the top grades who knew what they were going to do. Quite often it was the quieter, less impressive students who had the next stages of their life mapped out. One had landed a job in his brother's advertising firm in Madison Avenue, another had got a script under provisional acceptance in Hollywood. The most ambitious student among us was going to work as a party activist at a local level. We all saw him ending up in the Senate or in Congress one day. But most people were either looking to continue their studies, or to make a living with a white-collar job in a bank, local government, or anything which would pay them enough to have a comfortable time in their early twenties, and then settle down with a family, a mortgage and some hope of promotion.
3 I went home at Thanksgiving, and inevitably, my brothers 3. and sisters kept asking me what I was planning to do. I didn't know what to say. Actually, I did know what to say, but I thought they'd probably criticize me, so I told them what everyone else was thinking of doing.
4 My father was watching me but saying nothing. Late in the 4. evening, he invited me to his study. We sat down and he poured
1 / 64
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
us a drink. 5 \ 6 \
7 \
5. 6. 7.
µ¹Á˱ÒûÁÏ¡£ ¨DÔõôÑù£¿¡¬ËûÎÊ¡£ ¨D°¡£¬Ê²Ã´ÔõôÑù£¿¡¬
¨DÄã±ÏÒµºóµ½µ×Ïë×öʲô£¿¡¬ËûÎʵÀ¡£ ¸¸Ç×ÊÇÒ»ÃûÂÉʦ£¬ÎÒÒ»Ö±¶¼ÈÏΪËûÏëÈÃÎÒÈ¥·¨Ñ§ÔºÉîÔì£¬×·ËæËûµÄÈËÉú×ã¼££¬ËùÒÔÎÒÓеã¶ùÓÌÔ¥¡£
¹ýÁË»á¶ùÎһشð˵£º¨DÎÒÏëÂÃÐУ¬ÎÒÏëµ±¸ö×÷¼Ò¡£¡¬
8 My father was a lawyer, and I had always assumed he 8. wanted me to go to law school, and follow his path through life. So I hesitated.
9 Then I replied, \ 9. 10 This was not the answer I thought he would expect.
Travel? Where? A writer? About what? I braced myself for 10. ÎÒÏëÕâ²»ÊÇËûËùÆÚ´ýµÄ´ð°¸¡£ ÂÃÐУ¿È¥ÄĶùsome resistance to the idea. 11 There was a long silence.
11. ½Ó×ÅÊÇÒ»¶Î³¤³¤µÄ³ÁĬ¡£
12 \
12. ¨DÕâÏë·¨ÓеãÒâ˼£¬¡¬Ëû×îºó˵¡£
13 There was another long silence.
13. ½Ó×ÅÓÖÊÇÒ»¶Î³¤³¤µÄ³ÁĬ¡£
14 \
14. ¨DÎÒÕæÓеãÏ£Íû×Ô¼ºÔÚÄãÕâ¸öÄê¼ÍʱÄÜ×öÕâ
15 I waited.
Щʶù¡£¡¬
ÂÃÐУ¿µ±×÷¼Ò£¿Ð´Ê²Ã´Ñ½£¿ÎÒ×öºÃÁËÔâµ½Ëû·´¶ÔµÄÐÄÀí×¼±¸¡£
16 \have plenty of time. You don't need to go into a 15. ÎÒÔÚµÈËû°Ñ»°ËµÍê¡£ career which pays well just at the moment. You need to find out
what you really enjoy now, because if you don't, you won't be 16. ¨DÄ㻹Óкܶàʱ¼ä£¬²»±Ø¼±ÓÚ½øÈëÒ»¸öÔÝʱ±¨successful later.\
17 \
17. ¨DÄÇÎÒ¸ÃÔõô°ì£¿¡¬
18 He thought for a moment. Then he said, \it's late.
Let's take the boat out tomorrow morning, just you and me. 18. ËûÏëÁËÒ»»á¶ù¡£ È»ºóËû˵µÀ£º¨DÇÆ£¬ÏÖÔÚÌ«Maybe we can catch some crabs for dinner, and we can talk more.\
19 It was a small motor boat, moored ten minutes away, and
my father had owned it for years. Early next morning we set off 19. ÄÇÊÇÒ»ËÒССµÄ»ú¶¯´¬£¬Í£²´ÔÚÀëÎÒÃǼÒÔ¼along the estuary. We didn't talk much, but enjoyed the sound of the seagulls and the sight of the estuary coastline and the sea beyond.
20 There was no surf on the coastal waters at that time of day,
so it was a smooth half-hour ride until my father switched off 20. ÔÚÕâ¸öʱºòÑØº£Ë®Óòûʲô·çÀË£¬´¬Æ½ÎȵØthe motor. \rusty,
2 / 64
³ê¸ßµÄÐÐÒµ¡£ ÄãÏÖÔÚÒª¸ãÇå³þ×Ô¼ºÕæÕýϲ»¶Ê²Ã´£¬Èç¹ûÄãŪ²»Çå³þ£¬ÒÔºó¾Í²»¿ÉÄܳɹ¦¡£¡¬ ÍíÁË¡£ ÎÒÃÇÃ÷ÌìÔ糿³Ë´¬³öº£È¥£¬¾ÍÎÒÃÇÁ½¸ö¡£ Ò²ÐíÎÒÃÇÄÜ×¥µãó¦Ð·µ±Íí²Í£¬ÎÒÃÇ»¹¿ÉÒÔÔÙ̸̸¡£¡¬
Ê®·ÖÖÓ·³ÌµÄµØ·½£¬ÊǺÃЩÄêǰ¸¸Ç×ÂòµÄ¡£ ´ÎÈÕÇ峿£¬ÎÒÃÇÑØ×ŸÛÍå³ö·¢£¬Ò»Â·ÉÏû˵¶àÉÙ»°£¬Ö»ÊÇĬĬµØÐÀÉÍן£Å¸µÄ½ÐÉù£¬»¹ÓиÛÍåÑØ°¶ºÍÔ¶´¦´óº£µÄ¾°É«¡£
º½ÐÐÁ˰ë¸öСʱ֮ºó¸¸Ç×°Ñ´¬Í£ÁËÏÂÀ´¡£ Ëû
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
mesh basket with a rope attached and threw it into the sea. 21 We waited a while, then my father stood up and said,
˵£º¨DÔÛÃÇÔÚÕâ¶ùÊÔÊÔÔËÆø°É£¬¡¬È»ºó×¥ÆðÒ»¸öϵÉÏÉþ×ÓµÄÉúÁËÐâµÄÍø×´Â¨×ÓÅ×µ½º£Àï¡£
\me a hand with this,\and we hauled up the crab cage 21. ÎÒÃǵÈÁËÒ»»á¶ù£¬¸¸Ç×Õ¾ÆðÀ´¶ÔÎÒ˵£¬¨DÀ´°ïonto the deck.
22 Crabs fascinated me. They were so easy to catch. It wasn't
just that they crawled into such an obvious trap, through a small 22. ó¦Ð·ÈÃÎÒ×ÅÃÔ£¬ËüÃÇÌ«ÈÝÒ××¥ÁË¡£ ²»½ö½öÊÇhole in the lid of the basket, but it seemed as if they couldn't be bothered to crawl out again even when you took the lid off. They just sat there, waving their claws at you.
23 The cage was brimming with dozens of soft shell crabs,
piled high on top of each other. \23. ¨×ÓÀï¼·ÂúÁ˼¸Ê®Ö»Èí¿Çó¦Ð·£¬Ò»Ö»Ñ¹×ÅÒ»I wondered aloud to my father.
24 \watch them for a moment. Look at that one, there!
He's trying to climb out, but every time the other crabs pull him 24. ¨DÄãÏȹ۲ìһϣ¬¿´ÄÇÖ»ó¦Ð·£¬ÄǶù£¡ËüÏëÅÀback in,\
³öÈ¥£¬µ«Ã¿´Î¶¼±»Í¬°é×§ÁË»ØÈ¥£¬¡¬¸¸Ç×˵¡£ Ö»£¬¶ÑµÃÀϸߡ£ ¨DËüÃÇΪʲô²»ÌÓ×ß°¡£¿¡¬ÎÒÂú¸¹ºüÒɵØÎʸ¸Çס£
ÒòΪËüÃÇ˳×Ũ¸ÇÉϵÄС¿×ÅÀ½øÒ»¸öÔÙÃ÷ÏÔ²»¹ýµÄÏÝÚ壬¸üÒòΪ¼´±ã¸Ç×Ó´ò¿ªÁË£¬ËüÃÇËÆºõÒ²ÀÁµÃ´ÓÀïÃæÅÀ³öÀ´£¬Ö»»áÅ¿ÔÚÄǶù³åÄã»Ó¶¯×Åзǯ¡£
ÎÒÒ»°Ñ¡£¡¬ ÓÚÊÇÎÒÃÇÒ»Æð½«Ð·Â¨×Ó×§ÉÏÁ˼װ塣
25 And we watched. The crab climbed up the mesh towards 25. ÎÒÃǽÓ׏۲졣 ÄÇÖ»ó¦Ð·Ë³×ÅÍøÑÛÏò¶¥¸ÇÅÊthe lid, and sure enough, just as it reached the top, one of its fellow crabs reached out, clamped its claw onto any available leg, and pulled it back. Several times the crab tried to defy his fellow captives, without luck.
Ô®£¬Ã¿µ±ËüÅÀµ½¶¥¸Çʱ£¬¹ûÈ»¾Í»áÓÐÁíÒ»Ö»ó¦Ð·¾ÙÆðзǯ¼ÐסËüµÄÍȰÑËü×§ÏÂÀ´¡£ ÕâÖ»ó¦Ð·³¢ÊÔÁ˺ü¸´ÎÏëÕõÍÑËüµÄÓüÖÐͬ°é£¬µ«¶¼Ã»Äܳɹ¦¡£
26 \\26. ¨D¿ì¿´£¡¡¬¸¸Ç×˵¡£ ¨DËü¿ªÊ¼¶ÔÕâÖÖÓÎÏ·¸Ðµ½with this game.\
²»ÄÍ·³ÁË¡£¡¬
27 Not only did the crab give up its lengthy struggle to escape, 27. ÄÇÖ»ó¦Ð·²»½ö·ÅÆúÁËÂþ³¤µÄÌÓÍöÖ®Õ½£¬¶øÇÒbut it actually began to help stop other crabs trying to escape. He'd finally chosen an easy way of life.
»¹°ï×Å°ÑÆäËûÏëÌÓÅܵÄó¦Ð·×§ÏÂÀ´¡£ Ëü×îÖÕÑ¡ÔñÁËÒ»ÖÖÇáËɵĻ¡£
28 Suddenly I understood why my father had suggested 28. ÎÒºöÈ»Ã÷°×Á˸¸Ç×ΪʲôÌáÒéÔçÉÏÀ´×¥ó¦catching crabs that morning. He looked at me. \back by the others,\you are and what you want in life. Look back at the classes you're taking, and think about which ones were most productive for you personally. Then think about what's really important to you, what really interests you, what skills you have. Try to figure out where you want to live, where you want to go, what you want to earn, how you want to work. And if you can't answer these questions now, then take some time to find out. Because if you don't, you'll never be happy.\ 29 He paused.
з¡£ Ëû¿´×ÅÎÒ˵£º¨DÄã¿É±ð±»±ðÈË×§ÏÂÀ´Å¶¡£ »¨µãʱ¼äÏëÏëÄãÊÇÄÄÒ»ÀàÈË£¬ÄãÕâÒ»ÉúÏ£ÍûµÃµ½Ê²Ã´£¬»Ø¹ËÒ»ÏÂÄãÔÚ´óѧÐ޵Ŀγ̣¬ÏëÏëÓÐÄÄЩ¿Î¶ÔÄã¸öÈËÀ´Ëµ×îÓÐÒæ¡£ È»ºóÔÙÏëÏëʲô¶ÔÄã×îÖØÒª£¬Ê²Ã´×îʹÄã¸ÐÐËȤ£¬ÄãÓÐʲô¼¼ÄÜ¡£ ×ÁÄ¥Ò»ÏÂÄãÏëÔÚÄÄÀïÉú»î£¬ÄãÏëÈ¥ÄÄÀÏëÕõ¶àÉÙÇ®£¬Ïë×öʲôÑùµÄ¹¤×÷¡£ Èç¹ûÄãÏÖÔÚ²»ÄܻشðÕâЩÎÊÌ⣬Äã¾ÍµÃ»¨µãʱ¼äÈ¥ÕÒ³ö´ð°¸¡£ Äã²»ÕâÑù×öµÄ»°£¬ÓÀÔ¶¶¼²»»áÐÒ¸£µÄ¡£¡¬ 29. ËûÍ£¶ÙÁËһϡ£
3 / 64
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
30 \ 31 \ 32 \ 33 \ 30. ¨DÄãÏëÈ¥ÂÃÐУ¿¡¬Ëû½Ó×ÅÎÊÎÒ¡£ 31. ¨D¶Ô£¬¡¬Îһشð˵¡£ 32. ¨DÄǾÍÈ¥ÉêÇ뻤ÕÕ°É¡£ÄãÏëµ±×÷¼Ò£¿¡¬ 33. ¨D¶Ô¡£¡¬ 34 \choice. We've never had a writer in the 34. ¨DÓÐȤµÄÑ¡Ôñ£¬ÎÒÃǼһ¹Ã»³ö¹ý×÷¼ÒÄØ£¬¡¬Ëûfamily,\ 35 My father started the motor and we set off back home. ˵¡£ 35. ÎÒ¸¸Ç×·¢¶¯ÁËÂí´ï£¬ÎÒÃÇ·µº½»Ø¼Ò¡£
Unit 1-2 We are all dying ÎÒÃǶ¼ÔÚ×ßÏòËÀÍö 1 I have some good news and some bad news for you (as the 1. ÎÒ¸øÄã´øÀ´Ò»ÌõºÃÏûÏ¢£¬»¹ÓÐÒ»Ìõ»µÏûÏ¢¡£ »µÏûÏ¢ÊÇ£ºÎÒÃǶ¼ÔÚ×ßjoke goes). The bad news¡ªand I'm very sorry to be the £¨ÕýÈçЦ»°Ëù˵µÄ£©bearer¡ªis that we are all dying. It's true. I've checked it out. In ÏòËÀÍö¡ª¡ªºÜ±§Ç¸ÊÇÎÒ´øÀ´ÁËÕâÌõ»µÏûÏ¢¡£ Õâ¿ÉÊÇÕæµÄ£¬ÎÒÒѾºËʵ¹ýÁË£¬ÊÂʵÉÏÎÒÒѾÈýfact, I've double- and triple-checked it. I've had it substantiated ·¬Îå´ÎµØºËʵ¹ýÁË¡£ ÎÒÒ²ÕÒµ½ÁËÖ¤¾Ý£¬¿ÉÊÇÒªand, well, there's no easy way to say it, we are dying. It's ˵³öÕâ¸öÊÂʵʵÔÚÊDz»ÈÝÒ×£¬²»¹ýÎÒÃǵÄÈ·¶¼something that I always kind of knew, but never really chose to ÔÚ×ßÏòËÀÍö¡£ Õâ¼þÊÂÎÒ¹ýÈ¥¶àÉÙÖªµÀÒ»µã£¬µ«think about too much. But the fact is, within the next 70 or 80 ²»Ô¸¹ý¶àµØÈ¥ÏëËü¡£ µ«ÊÂʵÊÇ£¬ÔÙ¹ý70Äê»òyears¡ªdepending on how old you are and how long you 80Äꡪ¡ªÕâҪȡ¾öÓÚÄãÏÖÔÚÄêÁäÓжà´ó£¬ÊÙÃülast¡ªwe are all going to be either coffin dwellers or trampled ash Óж೤¡ª¡ªÎÒÃǶ¼»áÌɵ½¹×²ÄÀ»òÕß±ä³Éijin the rose garden of some local cemetery. We may not even last ¸öµØ·½¹«Ä¹Ãµ¹åÔ°ÀïµÄ»Ò³¾£¬±»È˼ṳ̀¡£ ÎÒÃÇthat long. After all, we never quite know when the hooded, ÉõÖÁ»î²»µ½ÕâôÀÏ¡£ ±Ï¾¹£¬ÎÒÃÇ´ÓÀ´¾Í²»Çå³þscythe-carrying, bringer-of-the-last-breath might come-a-calling. ÄÇλ´÷×ÅÍ·½í¡¢ÊÖ³Ö³¤±úÁµ¶¡¢ÃüÈËͳö×îºóIt could be sooner than we'd like. I have watched death from the Ò»¿ÚÆøµÄËÀÉñʲôʱºò»áÀ´ÕÙ»½ÎÒÃÇ£¬ÓпÉÄÜ»á±ÈÎÒÃÇÏ£ÍûµÄÒªÔç¡£ ÆäʵÎÒ×î½ü¾ÍÔø¾´Ó¾Ösidelines, quite recently in fact, and nothing underlines the ÍâÈ˵ĽǶȹ۲ì¹ýËÀÍö£¬Ã»ÓÐʲô±ÈÅóÓѵÄÔçuncertainty and absolute frailty of humanity like the untimely exit ÊŸüÄܱíÃ÷ÈËÉúµÄÎÞ³£ºÍÉúÃüµÄ´àÈõÁË¡£ of a friend. 2 Scary. 3 Now that I have depressed you, here's the good news. Knowing that we are all budding crypt-kickers takes away all the uncertainty of life. We already know how the story ends. The prologue and epilogue are already typed in. All that's left is the middle bit and that's down to us. We get to choose the meat of the story. 4 So, all those plans that you have on the back burner, you 4 / 64
2. Õæ¿ÉÅ¡£ 3. ÎÒÒѾÈÃÄã¹»¾ÚÉ¥µÄÁË£¬ÏÖÔÚ¸æËßÄãÄÇÌõºÃÏûÏ¢°É£ºÖªµÀÁËÎÒÃǶ¼ÔÚ×ßÏò·ØÄ¹£¬ÎÒÃǾͲ»ÔÙÓÐÈËÉúÎÞ³£µÄ¸Ð¾õÁË¡£ ÎÒÃÇÒѾ֪µÀ¹ÊʵĽá¾Ö£¬¿ª³¡°×ºÍβÉùÒ²¶¼È·¶¨ÁË£¬Ê£ÏµľÍÊǽéÓÚÁ½ÕßÖ®¼äµÄÄÇЩʶùÁË£¬ÕâЩÊÂÊÇÎÒÃÇ×÷µÃÁËÖ÷µÄ¡£ ÎÒÃDZØÐëÌôÑ¡¹ÊÊÂÇé½Ú¡£ 4. ËùÒÔ£¬ÄÇЩ±»Äã¸éÖÃÔÚÒ»±ßµÄ¼Æ»®£¬¼´ÄÇЩ¨Dµ±Ê±»ú³ÉÊìʱ¡¬Äã»áÓÃÉúÃüÀ´Íê³ÉµÄΰ´óÊÂÒµ бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
know, the great things you're going to do with your life \Ôõô°ìÄØ£¿¿ÉÎÒ·¢ÏÖʱ»úÓÀÔ¶²»»áÓгÉÊìµÄʱtime is right\ºò¡£ ʱ¼ä±ØÐëÌáǰ£¬±ØÐëÂíÉÏÐж¯£¬¾ÍÔÚÕâÒ»to be brought forward and done now, this minute, pronto, in a ¿Ì£¬²»ÄÜÍÏÑÓ£¬±ØÐë¸Ï½ô£¬¶øÇÒÔ½¿ìÔ½ºÃ¡£ ²»
¹ÜÊÇÄãÏëдµÄС˵£¬»¹ÊÇÄãÒ»Ö±ÔڳﻮµÄÈ¥´ó
hurry, as quick as your little legs will carry you. The novel that
Ï¿¹ÈµÄÂÃÐУ¬ÄãÐÄÒǵŤ×÷£¬ÄãÏëµ¼ÑݵÄÂ×¶Ø
you want to write, the trip to the Grand Canyon you've always
Î÷Çø»°¾ç£¬Äã¶¼±ØÐëÏÖÔÚ¾ÍÈ¥×ö¡£ ÖªµÀÂð£¿ÎÒ
planned to take, your mind's-eye dream-job, the West End play
ÃǶ¼ÔÚ×ßÏòËÀÍö¡£ ÕâÊÇÒѾ¶¨Á˵ġ£
you want to direct¡ªyou have to do them now. We're dying, see. It's official.
5 So putting your dreams on the back burner until the circumstances are right means that they'll probably never be realized. Our only regrets in life are the things we don't do. We owe it to ourselves to go out and do them now before it's too late. Tomorrow? It's all a lie; there isn't a tomorrow. There's only a promissory note that we are often not in a position to cash. It doesn't even exist. When you wake up in the morning it'll be today again and all the same rules will apply. Tomorrow is just another version of now, an empty field that will remain so unless we start planting some seeds. Your time, which is ticking away as we speak (at about 60 seconds a minute chronologically; a bit faster if you don't invest your time wisely), will be gone and you'll have nothing to show for it but regret and a rear-view mirror full of \
6 Have you ever noticed when you go to a buffet restaurant how they give you a bowl the size of a saucer and then say, \as much salad as you like but you can only go up once\like that small salad bowl. Like the hungry people waiting for their main course, we can cram as much into that tiny bowl as we can carry. I love watching people ingeniously stack the cucumber around the side of the bowl¡ªlike they're filling a skip¡ªand then cramming it so high that they have to hire a forklift truck to get it back to the table. They're not greedy. They just know that they only have one shot at it.
5. Òò´Ë£¬°Ñ×Ô¼ºµÄÃÎÏë¸éÖÃÆðÀ´£¬µÈµ½Ê±»ú³ÉÊìÖ®ºó²Å¿ªÊ¼ÊµÏÖËü£¬Õâ¾ÍÒâζ×ÅÃÎÏë¿ÉÄÜÓÀÔ¶¶¼²»»áʵÏÖ¡£ ÈËÉúµÄÒź¶Äª¹ýÓÚ»¹ÓÐÊÂÇéûÓÐ×ö£¬ÎÒÃÇÓбØÒªÏÖÔÚ¾ÍÈ¥×öÕâЩÊ£¬²»È»¾ÍÍíÁË¡£ Ã÷ÌìÐÐÂð£¿Ã÷ÌìÖ»ÊǸö»ÑÑÔ£»¸ù±¾¾ÍûÓÐʲôÃ÷Ì죬ֻÓÐÒ»ÕÅÎÒÃdz£³£ÎÞ·¨¶ÒÏÖµÄÆÚÆ±¡£ Ã÷ÌìÉõÖÁѹ¸ù¶ù¾Í²»´æÔÚ¡£ ÄãÔçÉÏÐÑÀ´Ê±ÓÖÊÇÁíÒ»¸ö½ñÌìÁË£¬Í¬ÑùµÄ¹æÔòÓÖ¿ÉÒÔÈ«²¿Ì×ÓᣠÃ÷ÌìÖ»ÊÇÏÖÔÚµÄÁíÒ»ÖÖ˵·¨£¬ÊÇÒ»¿é¿ÕµØ£¬³ý·ÇÎÒÃÇ¿ªÊ¼ÔÚÄÇÀï²¥ÖÖ£¬·ñÔòËüÓÀÔ¶¶¼Êǿյء£ ÄãµÄʱ¼ä»áÁ÷ÊÅ£¨Ê±¼ä¾ÍÔÚÎÒÃÇ˵»°µÄµ±ÏÂàÖàªàÖવØ×ß×Å£¬Ã¿·ÖÖÓ˳ʱÕë×ß60Ã룬Èç¹ûÄã²»ÄܺܺõØÀûÓÃËü£¬Ëü»á×ߵøü¿ìЩ£©£¬¶øÄãûÓÐÈ¡µÃÈκγɾÍÀ´Ö¤Ã÷ËüµÄ´æÔÚ£¬Î¨¶ÀÁôÏÂÒź¶£¬ÁôÏÂÒ»ÃæºóÊÓ¾µ£¬ÉÏÃæÐ´ÂúÁ˨D±¾¿ÉÒÔ×ö¡¬¡¢¨D±¾Ó¦¸Ã×ö¡¬¡¢¨D±¾À´»á×ö¡¬µÄÊÂÇé¡£ 6. ÄãÊÇ·ñ×¢Òâ¹ý£¬×ÔÖú²Í¹ÝÀï·þÎñÔ±»á¸øÄãÒ»¸ö²è±µú´óСµÄÍ룬²¢¸æËßÄ㣺¨DÄãÏëÊ¢¶àÉÙɳÀ¶¼¿ÉÒÔ£¬µ«Ö»ÄÜÊ¢Ò»´Î¡¬£¿Éú»î¾ÍÏñÄÇֻʢɳÀµÄÍ룬ÎÒÃÇ¿ÉÒÔºÍÄÇЩ¼¢³¦ê¤ê¤µÈ×ÅÖ÷²ËµÄÈËÒ»ÑùÔÚÄÇֻСÍëÀï×°ÉϾ¡¿ÉÄܶàµÄɳÀ¡£ ÎÒϲ»¶¿´ÈËÃÇÇÉÃîµØ°Ñ»Æ¹ÏƬ²åÔÚɳÀÍëµÄËÄÖÜ¡ª¡ª¾ÍÏñÍù·ÏÁÏͰÀï¶Ñ¶«Î÷ÄÇÑù¡ª¡ª°ÑɳÀ¶ÑµÃÀϸßÀϸߣ¬×îºó²»µÃ²»¹Í¸ö²æ³µ°ÑɳÀÀ»Ø²Í×À¡£ ËûÃDz»ÊÇ̰À·£¬¶øÊÇÃ÷°××Ô¼ºÖ»ÓÐÒ»´Î»ú»á¡£
7. °ÑÄãµÄÍëÊ¢Âú°É£¬ÎÒÃÇÔÚÕâ¸öÊÀÉÏÖ»×ßÒ»Ô⣬¼ÈÈ»À´Á˾ͺúÃÀûÓÃÕâ¶ÌÔݵÄÒ»Éú£¬¾ÍÏñ
7 Fill your bowl. We come this way but once so let's make the ÎÒÃÇÀÎÀÎץסһÄêÒ»¶ÈÈ¥·ðÂÞÀï´ï»òÎ÷°àÑÀ¶È
¼ÙµÄ»ú»áÄÇÑù¡£ ÔÚ¶ÌÔݵÄÈËÉúÖÐÌîÈ뾡¿ÉÄܶà
best of the short stay. Like the once-a-year holiday to Florida or
µÄÄÚÈݰɡ£ È·±£Ã¿Ìì»Ø¼ÒºóÄã¶¼»áÒòΪ¸ÉÁ˺Ü
Spain. Fit as much into the short time there as you can. Make sure
¶àʶø¸Ðµ½¾«Æ£Á¦¾¡¡£
that you go back home knackered because you got so much done.
8. Èç¹ûÄã²»Ïëµ±ÓʵÝÔ±¾Í±ðµ±ÓʵÝÔ±£¬·ÅÆúÕâ
8 If you don't want to be a postman then don't be a postman. ·Ý¹¤×÷È¥µ±¸ö»¼Ò¡¢×÷¼Ò¡¢»¬Ñ©Ô˶¯Ô±£¬¸ÉʲGive it up and be a painter, a writer, a tobogganist, whatever. Just ô¶¼ÐС£ ǧÍò²»Òª¸É×Ô¼ºÃ÷Ã÷¾Í²»Ï²»¶µÄÊÂdon't be something that you patently do not want to be. Çé¡£ 9 And now is the time, not tomorrow. There is no time like the 9. ÏÖÔھͿªÊ¼Ðж¯°É£¬²»ÒªµÈµ½Ã÷Ìì¡£ ûÓÐpresent. If you can't have what you want this very second the least ±ÈÏÖÔÚ¸üºÃµÄʱ¼äÁË¡£ Èç¹ûÔÚÕâÒ»¿ÌÄã²»ÄܵÃ
5 / 64
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
you can do is start the journey now, this minute, while the µ½ÄãÏëµÃµ½µÄ¶«Î÷£¬ÄãÖÁÉÙ¿ÉÒÔ³ÃÁé¸Ð»¹ÔÚµÄinspiration is high. We all have the same amount of minutes, we ʱºòÂíÉÏ¿ªÊ¼ÄãµÄÂọ́¬¼´¿ÌÆð³Ì¡£ ÎÒÃÇÓÐͬall get the same 24 hours as Branson and Gates. It's just what we Ñù¶àµÄʱ¼ä£¬ÎÒÃǺͲ¼À¼ÉÒÔ¼°¸Ç´ÄÒ»Ñù£¬Ã¿Ìì¶¼ÓÐ24¸öСʱ¡£ ¾ö¶¨ÎÒÃÇÕâÒ»Éú³É°ÜµÄÊÇdo with our time, how we invest it, that determines where our ÎÒÃǰÑʱ¼ä»¨ÔÚʲôÊÂÇéÉÏ£¬ÊÇÎÒÃÇÈçºÎÀ´·Ölives may lead. Åäʱ¼ä¡£ 10 So what I'm thinking is (and this is not molecular science) if we are dying and our allotted time is finite, why the hell aren't we doing all the things we want to do NOW? What's all this back-burner stuff? And why are we all waiting for the right time when we already know that the right time isn't going to show? The right time is the cheque that's permanently in the post, it never arrives. It's the girl who keeps us standing at the corner of the Co-op looking like a spanner. No amount of clock watching will change the inevitable. She's stood us up. 11 We wait; the right time never arrives. 12 So I say stop waiting and meet providence halfway. Start 10. Òò´Ë£¬ÎÒÕýÔÚ×ÁÄ¥µÄÊÇ£¨Õâ¿É²»ÊÇ·Ö×Ó¿ÆÑ§£©£ºÈç¹ûÎÒÃÇÕýÔÚ×ßÏòËÀÍö£¬¶øÇÒ·ÖÅ䏸ÎÒÃǵÄʱ¼äÊÇÓÐÏ޵ģ¬ÄÇôÎÒÃǵ½µ×ÓÐʲôÀíÓɲ»ÏÖÔÚ¾ÍÈ¥×öËùÓÐÏë×öµÄÊÂÇéÄØ£¿ ÕâЩ±»ÔÝʱ¸éÖõÄÊÂÇéµ½µ×ÓÖÊÇÊ²Ã´ÄØ£¿ ΪʲôÃ÷Ã÷ÖªµÀ³ÉÊìµÄʱ»úÓÀÔ¶²»»áµ½À´£¬¶øÎÒÃÇÈ´¶¼»¹ÔڵȴýÄØ£¿ ³ÉÊìµÄʱ»úÊÇÒ»ÕÅ֧Ʊ£¬ËüÓÀÔ¶¶¼ÔÚÓʼĵÄ·ÉÏ£¬ÓÀÔ¶¶¼²»»áµ½À´¡£ Ëü¾ÍÊÇÄÇλÈÃÎÒÃÇÔÚºÏ×÷ÉçÅÔ±ßÏñÇŶÕÄÇÑùÕ¾×ÅɵµÈµÄÅ®º¢£¬ÎÒÃÇÔÙÔõô¿´±íÒ²ÎÞ¼ÃÓÚÊ£¬ËýʧԼÁË¡£ 11. ÎÒÃÇɵµÈ×Å£¬¶ø³ÉÊìµÄʱ»úÈ´ÓÀÔ¶²»»áµ½À´¡£ filling your life with the riches on offer so that when the reaper 12. ËùÒÔÎÒҪ˵£¬±ðÔٵȴýÁË£¬×ßµ½Â·ÉÏÈ¥Ó½Óarrives, you'll have achieved so much, crammed your time so full ÌìÒâ¡£ ¿ªÊ¼¸øÄãµÄÉú»îÔöÌíËùÓÐÄãÄܵõ½µÄ²Æthat he'll fall asleep waiting for your life to flash before your eyes. ¸»£¬ÕâÑùµ±ËÀÉñµ½À´Ê±£¬ÄãÒѾÍê³ÉÁËÄÇô¶àÊ£¬ÄãµÄÒ»ÉúÊÇÄÇôµÄ³äʵ¡£ µ±ÉúÃüÔÚÄãÑÛǰ13 Act now or your time will elapse and you'll end up as a »Ø·Åʱ£¬ËÀÉñµÈ×ŵÈמÍ˯×ÅÁË¡£ sepia-coloured relative that no one can put a name to in a dusty 13. ÏÖÔÚ¾ÍÐж¯°É£¬²»È»ÄãµÄʱ¼ä»áÁ÷Êŵ쬶øphoto album. Äã×îÖÕ½«³ÉΪ³¾·âµÄÏà²áÀïµÄһλ˶¼½Ð²»ÉÏ14 Better to leave a biography as thick as a whale omelette than Ãû×ֵĻÒÍ·ÍÁÁ³µÄÇîÇ×ÆÝ¡£ an epitaph. 15 \Joe Smith ... hmmm. He didn't do much, did he?\ 14. »¹ÊǸøÈ˼äÁôÏÂÒ»±¾Ïñ´ó¼åµ°±ýÄÇôºñµÄ´«¼Ç°É£¬ÄǿɱȽö½öÁôÏÂÒ»¿é±®ÃúÇ¿¡£ 15. ¨DÇÇ ? Ê·ÃÜ˹¡¡ ºÙºÙ£¬Ëûû¸É¹ýʲô£¬¶Ô°É£¿¡¬
Unit 1-3 Rites of passage ͨ¹ýÒÇʽ Éú»îÊÇ·ñÈçͬ¶ÔÉú»î³ÖËÞÃüÂÛ¿´·¨µÄÃÀ¹ú1 Is life just \1. author Elbert Hubbard wrote a hundred years ago, taking a rather ×÷¼Ò°¢¶û²®ÌØ ? ¹þ²®µÂÔÚÒ»°ÙÄêǰËùÃèÊöµÄÄÇfatalistic viewpoint? Or is it an obstacle race, in which the Ñù£¬ÊǨD¸ÃËÀµÄÊÂÇéÒ»×®½Ó×ÅÒ»×®¡¬£¿ÒÖ»òÊÇÒ»contestants¡ªhuman beings everywhere¡ªhave to show their ³¡ÕϰÈüÅÜ£¬Æä¼äÿ¸ö²ÎÈüÕߣ¬¼´ÊÀ½ç¸÷µØµÄÈËÃÇ£¬²»µÃ²»ÔÚÉúÃüµÄ¸÷¸öÖØÒª½×¶ÎÕ¹ÏÖ×Ô¼º6 / 64
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
worth at certain crucial stages of their lives? µÄ¼ÛÖµ£¿
ɯʿ±ÈÑǵÄÏ·¾ç¡¶½Ô´ó»¶Ï²¡·ÖÐÄǸö±¯ÉË
2 The sad clown Jacques in Shakespeare's play As You Like It 2.
suggests that there are \µÄС³óÑÅ¿ËÈÏΪ£¬È˵ÄÒ»ÉúÒª¾Àú¨DÆß¸öÄêÁäphenomenon of rites of passage in almost every society confirms ¶Î¡¬£¬¼¸ºõÿ¸öÉç»á¶¼ÓеÄͨ¹ýÒÇʽҲ֤Ã÷£¬ÎÒthat we prefer to think of life in terms of these stages, such as ÃÇÍùÍùÊǰÑÉúÃü·ÖΪÕ⼸¸ö½×¶ÎÀ´¿´´ýµÄ£¬±Èchildhood, middle age and old age.
ÈçͯÄê¡¢ÖÐÄêºÍÀÏÄê¡£
ͨ¹ýÒÇʽÊÇÉç»á¶Ô¸öÈË´ÓÒ»¸ö½×¶Î×ßÏòÁí
3 A rite of passage is a formal recognition of change, imposed 3.
by society, of a move from one stage to another, the most Ò»½×¶ÎµÄÕýʽµÄÈϿɣ¬ÆäÖб»¹ã·ºÈÏͬµÄÊÇÓÉuniversally recognized one being the transition between childhood ÉÙÄê²½Èë³ÉÄêʱ¾ÙÐеijÉÄêÀñ¡£ ³ÉÄêÀñÓжàÖÖand adulthood. This can take very different forms. For example, in ÐÎʽ¡£ ÀýÈ磬ÔÚÓÌÌ«´«Í³ÖУ¬ÈËÉú×îÖØÒªµÄʱJewish tradition one of the most important moments in a person's ¿ÌÖ®Ò»¾ÍÊǨDÓÌÌ«Äк¢³ÉÈËÒÇʽ¡¬£¬ÈËÃÇΪÄêÂúlife, marked by a religious ceremony and a family feast, is the Bar 13ËêµÄº¢×Ó¾Ù°ì×Ú½ÌÒÇʽºÍ¼ÒÑ磬Õâ±êÖ¾×Å´ÓMitzvah, when children become responsible for their actions¡ªat ´ËÒÔºóÕâ¸öº¢×ÓÒª¶Ô×Ô¼ºµÄÐÐΪ¸ºÔðÁË¡£ 13the age of 13. This is roughly the same age that children can be ËêҲǡǡÊÇÐí¶à¹ú¼Ò¹æ¶¨¿ªÊ¼³Ðµ£·¨ÂÉÔðÈεÄheld legally responsible in many countries.
ÄêÁä¡£
ÃÀ¹úÖÐѧÉú»î½áÊøÇ°µÄ±ÏÒµÎè»áÊÇÁíÒ»ÖÖ
4 A very different rite of passage is the tradition of the prom at 4.
the end of American high school. This is a dance with a difference. ½ØÈ»²»Í¬µÄͨ¹ýÒÇʽ¡£ Õâ´ÎÎè»á·ÇͬѰ³££¬Ñ§Students have to wear formal clothes¡ªmany for the first time in ÉúÃDz»½ö´©×ÅÕýʽ£¨Ðí¶àѧÉúƽÉúµÚÒ»´ÎÕâôtheir lives¡ªand it is usual to hire an expensive limousine to arrive ´©£©£¬ËûÃÇͨ³£»¹³Ë×ø×ÅÒ»Á¾×âÀ´µÄºÀ»ª½Î³µat the prom. It is as if, for one night, they behave like adults twice µ½´ïÎè»áÏÖ³¡¡£ ¾ÍÔÚÄÇÒ»ÌìÍíÉÏ£¬ËûÃÇËÆºõÒªtheir age¡ªor at least look older than they really are.
5 Perhaps one of the most interesting rites of passage is the walkabout of Australian aborigines, when adolescents would be 5.
ÊÀ½çÉÏ×îÓÐȤµÄͨ¹ýÒÇʽ֮һ»òÐí¾ÍÊǰÄ
required to spend about six months walking alone through the ÖÞÔסÃñµÄ¨Dͽ²½ÂÃÐС¬ÁË£¬»¹´¦ÓÚÇà´ºÆÚµÄÉÙwilderness, following the paths of their ancestors along the age-old Äê±ØÐëÔÚÒ°Íâ¶À×ÔÐÐ×ßÁù¸öÔ£¬ÑØ×Å»®¶¨¹úÍÁ\which mapped out the country. In so doing they ½®ÓòµÄ¨D¸èÖ®°æÍ¼¡¬×·Ñ°×æÏȵÄ×ã¼£¡£ ͨ¹ýÕâÑùpenetrated the heart of aboriginal culture¡ªthe oldest continuous µÄÒÇʽ£¬ËûÃÇÉîÈëµ½ÍÁÖøÎÄ»¯ÕâÒ»ÊÀ½çÉÏ×î¹Åculture in the world¡ªand, in the process, discovered themselves À϶ø³Ö¾ÃµÄÎÄ»¯µÄ¾«ËèÖ®ÖУ¬²¢ÔÚÕâÒ»¹ý³ÌÖÐtoo.
·¢ÏÖ×ÔÎÒ¡£
±íÏֵúÍÄêÁäÊÇËûÃÇÁ½±¶µÄ³ÉÄêÈËÒ»Ñù£¬ÖÁÉÙÊÇ¿´ÉÏÈ¥Òª±È×Ô¼ºµÄʵ¼ÊÄêÁäÀÏ¡£
Unit 2-1 Superman ³¬ ÈË Õ½Õù±¬·¢µÄÄÇÒ»Ä꣬ÎÒÔÚÎÂ˹ÂÞÆÕµÄ°²1 The year the war began I was in the fifth grade at the Annie 1. F. Warren Grammar School in Winthrop, and that was the ÄÝ ? F. ÎÖÂ×ÎÄ·¨Ñ§Ð£¶ÁÎåÄê¼¶£¬ÄÇÄ궬ÌìÎÒ»ñµÃwinter I won the prize for drawing the best Civil Defense signs. ÁËÃñ·Àͼ±êÉè¼ÆÈüµÄ¹Ú¾ü¡£ Ò²¾ÍÊÇÔÚÄǸö¶¬Ì죬That was also the winter of Paula Brown's new snowsuit, and ²¨À ? ²¼ÀÊÂòÁËеķÀÑ©·þ£¬¼´±ãÊÇ13ÄêºóµÄeven now, 13 years later, I can recall the changing colors of ½ñÌ죬ÎÒÈÔÈ»ÄÜÇåÎúµØ¼ÇÆðÄÇЩ¾«²Ê·×³ÊµÄÈÕ7 / 64
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
those days, clear and definite as a pattern seen through a ×Ó£¬ËüÃÇÀúÀúÔÚÄ¿£¬ÓÌÈçÍò»¨Í²Àï¿´µ½µÄͼ°¸ÄÇkaleidoscope.
ÑùÉ«²Ê°ß쵡£
ÎҵļÒλÓÚ³ÇÀï¿¿º£ÍåµÄÒ»²à£¬ÔÚÂå¸ù»ú³¡
2 I lived on the bay side of town, on Johnson Avenue, 2.
opposite the Logan Airport, and before I went to bed each night, ¶ÔÃæµÄÔ¼º²Ñ·´óµÀÉÏ¡£ ÿÌìÍíÉÏ˯¾õǰ£¬ÎÒ¶¼I used to kneel by the west window of my room and look over »á¹òÔÚÎÔÊÒ³¯Î÷µÄ´°»§ÅÔ£¬Ì÷ÍûºÚÓÄÓĵĺ£Ë®ÄÇthe lights of Boston that blazed and blinked far off across the ±ß²¨Ê¿¶Ù³ÇÃ÷ÁÁÉÁ˸µÄµÆ¹â¡£Ï¦Ñô½«·ÛÉ«µÄÓàêÍdarkening water. The sunset flaunted its pink flag above the È÷ÔÚ»ú³¡ÉϿգ¬ÀËÌεÄÉùÒôÓÀÔ¶ÑÍûÔÚÒ»¼Ü¼Ü·Éairport, and the sound of waves was lost in the perpetual droning »úÓÀÎÞÐÝÖ¹µÄÎËÎËÉùÖС£ ÎÒ¾ªÆæµØÍû×ÅÅܵÀÉÏof the planes. I marveled at the moving beacons on the runway µÄÒÆ¶¯Ðű꣬¿´×ÅÄÇЩÉÁ˸µÄºìµÆ¡¢Â̵ÆÏñÁ÷ÐÇand watched, until it grew completely dark, the flashing red and °ãÉýÆð¡¢½µÂ䣬ֱµ½»ú³¡±äµÃһƬÆáºÚΪֹ¡£ »úgreen lights that rose and set in the sky like shooting stars. The ³¡¾ÍÊÇÎÒµÄÂó¼Ó£¬ÎÒµÄҮ·ÈöÀä¡£ ÎÒÕûÒ¹¶¼ÔÚairport was my Mecca, my Jerusalem. All night I dreamed of ×öÃΣ¬Ãμû×Ô¼ºÔÚ¿ÕÖзÉÐС£ flying.
3.
ÄÇÕýÊÇÎÒÃÎÏë°ßìµµÄËêÔ¡£ ÂèÂèÈÏΪÎÒÐè
3 Those were the days of my technicolor dreams. Mother Òª´óÁ¿µÄ˯Ãߣ¬ËùÒÔÎÒÿÌìÉÏ´²Ë¯¾õʱһµã¶ù¶¼believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and ²»¾õµÃÀÛ¡£ ÄÇÊÇÒ»ÌìÖÐ×îÃÀºÃµÄʱ¹â£¬ÎÒ¿ÉÒÔso I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best ÌÉÏ£¬Ôڻ谵µÄĺɫÖÐÂýÂý½øÈëÃÎÏ磬ÄÔ×ÓÀïÖÆtime of the day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting Ôì³öÐí¶àÆæÒìµÄÃÎÀ´¡£ ÎҵķÉÐÐÃÎÏñ´ïÀûµÄ·çoff to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they ¾°»ÄÇÃ´ÕæÊµ¿ÉÐÅ£¬ÒÔÖÂÓÚ×Ô¼º³£³£»áÔÚÒ»Õó¾ªshould go. My flying dreams were believable as a landscape by ÏÅÖÐÐÑÀ´£¬ºÃÏñÒÁ¿¨ÂÞ˹ÄÇÑù´ÓÌì¿ÕÖÐˤÏÂÀ´£¬Dali, so real that I would awake with a sudden shock, a ËäÈ»·¢ÏÖ×Ô¼º¸ÕºÃµôµ½ÈíÈíµÄ´²ÉÏ£¬µ«Ò²±»ÏŵÃbreathless sense of having tumbled like Icarus from the sky and ´²»¹ýÆøÀ´¡£ µ±³¬ÈË¿ªÊ¼ÇÖÈëÎÒµÄÃÎÏ磬²¢½Ìcaught myself on the soft bed just in time. These nightly ¸øÎÒ·ÉÐеļ¼ÇÉÖ®ºó£¬ÎÒÿҹµÄÌ«¿ÕðÏձ㿪ʼadventures in space began when Superman started invading my ÁË¡£ ³¬ÈËÉí×ÅÒ«ÑÛµÄÀ¶É«Ò·þ£¬¼çÅûËæ·çì¬ì¬dreams and teaching me how to fly. He used to come roaring by ×÷ÏìµÄ¶·Åñ£¬¾³£´ÓÎÒÉí±ßºôÐ¥¶ø¹ý¡£Ëû³¤µÃÌ«in his shining blue suit with his cape whistling in the wind, ÏñÎҵľ˾˸¥À¼¿ËÁË£¬¾Ë¾ËÄÇ»á¶ùÕý¸úÂèÂèºÍÎÒlooking remarkably like my Uncle Frank who was living with סÔÚÒ»Æð¡£ µ±³¬È˵Ķ·ÅñÉñÆæµØÐýתʱ£¬ÎÒºÃmother and me. In the magic whirling of his cape I could hear ÏñÄÜÌý¼ûÉϰÙÖ»º£Å¸µÄÕñ³áÉù£¬ÉÏǧ¼Ü·É»úµÄÂíthe wings of a hundred seagulls, the motors of a thousand ´ïºäÃùÉù¡£ planes.
4.
ÎÒ²»ÊÇÕâ¸ö½ÖÇøÀïΨһµÄ³¬È˳ç°ÝÕߣ¬ÔÚ½Ö
4 I was not the only worshipper of Superman in our block. µÄÁíһͷ£¬ÄǸöÁ³É«²Ô°×¡¢ÓеãÊé´ô×ÓÆøµÄÄк¢David Stirling, a pale, bookish boy who lived down the street, ¶ù´÷ά ? Ë¹ÌØÁîºÍÎÒÒ»Ñù£¬ÈȰ®·ÉÐеĴ¿´âµÄÊ«shared my love for the sheer poetry of flight. Before supper Òâ¡£ ÿÌìÍí·¹Ç°£¬ÎÒÃÇÒ»ÆðÊÕÌýµç̨µÄ³¬È˹Êevery night, we listened to Superman together on the radio, and Ê£¬°×ÌìÔÚÉÏѧµÄ·ÉÏ£¬ÎÒÃÇ×Ô¼ºÉè¼Æ³ö¸÷ÖÖ¸÷during the day we made up our own adventures on the way to ÑùµÄðÏջ¡£ school.
5.
°²ÄÝ ? F. ÎÖÂ×ÎÄ·¨Ñ§Ð£ÊÇÒ»×ùºìש¥£¬×ù
5 The Annie F. Warren Grammar School was a red-brick ÂäÔÚÔ¶ÀëÖ÷¸ÉµÀµÄÒ»ÌõºÚÉ«°ØÓͽֵÀÉÏ£¬Ñ§Ð£ËÄbuilding, set back from the main highway on a black tar street, ÖÜÊǹâͺͺµÄÆÌ×ÅËéʯµÄ²Ù³¡¡£ ´÷άºÍÎÒ·¢ÏÖsurrounded by barren gravel playgrounds. Out by the parking lot ѧУÍâÃæÍ£³µ³¡¸½½üÓÐÒ»¸ö½ÇÂ䣬ÄÇÀïÊÇÎÒÃÇÍæDavid and I found the perfect alcove for our Superman dramas. ³¬ÈËÓÎÏ·µÄ¾ø¼Ñ³¡Ëù¡£ ÄÇÌõ³¤³¤µÄ¹ýµÀͨÏòѧThe dingy back entrance to the school was deep-set in a long УÓÖºÚÓÖÔàµÄºóÃÅ£¬·Ç³£ÊʺÏÍæÒâÍâ×¥²¶ºÍ¿ìËÙpassageway which was an excellent place for surprise captures ½â¾ÈµÄÓÎÏ·¡£
8 / 64
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
and sudden rescues. 6. ¿Î¼äÐÝϢʱ£¬ÎҺʹ÷ά¿ÉÒÔ´óÕ¹ÉíÊÖÁË¡£ ÎÒ
ÃǶÔÔÚËéʯ²Ù³¡ÉÏ´ò°ôÇòµÄÄк¢¶ùÃÇÊÓ¶ø²»¼û£¬
6 During recess, David and I came into our own. We ignored Ò²²»´îÀíÄÇЩÔÚСɽ¹ÈÀïÒ»±ßÍæ¶ãÇòÓÎÏ·Ò»±ß
the boys playing baseball on the gravel court and the girls ¿©¿©ÉµÐ¦µÄÅ®º¢¶ùÃÇ¡£ ³¬ÈËÓÎÏ·ÈÃÎÒÃDZäµÃÏñgiggling at dodge-ball in the dell. Our Superman games made us Á½¸öÌÓ·¸ËƵ쬵«Ò²¸øÁËÎÒÃÇÒ»ÖÖÐé»ÃµÄÓÅÔ½outlaws, yet gave us a sense of windy superiority. We even ¸Ð£¬ÎÒÃÇÉõÖÁÕÒл¶ûµÇ ? ·Ñ¶÷À´³äµ±¶ñ¹÷¡£ËûÊÇfound a stand-in for a villain in Sheldon Fein, the sallow ½ÖÇøÀïÒ»¸öÁ³É«²Ô°×¡¢µ¨Ð¡ÅÂʵĺ¢×Ó£¬Ã»ÓÐÄÐmamma's boy on our block who was left out of the boys' games º¢¶ùÔ¸ÒâºÍËûÍæ£¬ÒòΪһÓÐÈË×·ËûËû¾Í¿Þ£¬¶øÇÒbecause he cried whenever anybody tagged him and always ÀÏÊÇ×Ô¼ºË¤µ¹Ôڵأ¬²ÁÉËËûÄÇÅÖÅÖµÄÏ¥¸Ç¡£ managed to fall down and skin his fat knees.
7.
Ò»¿ªÊ¼ÎÒÃÇ»¹µÃ½Ìл¶ûµÇÔõô°çÑÝËûµÄ½Ç
7 At first, we had to prompt Sheldon in his part, but after a É«£¬¿Éû¹ý¶à¾ÃËû¾Í±ä³ÉÁËһλ·¢Ã÷ŰÐ̵Äרwhile he became an expert on inventing tortures and even ¼Ò£¬ÉõÖÁ˽ÏÂÀïÇÄÇÄʵʩËûµÄÐÌ·£¡£ Ëû³£³£³¶carried them out in private, beyond the game. He used to pull ϲÔÓ¬µÄ³á°ò£¬¾¾µôòÆòìµÄÍÈ£¬²¢°ÑÕâЩ²Ð·ÏÁËthe wings from flies and the legs off grasshoppers, and keep the µÄÀ¥³æÇô½ûÔÚÆ¿×ÓÀ²Øµ½´²µ×Ï£¬ÕâÑùËû¾Í¿Ébroken insects captive in a jar hidden under his bed where he ÒÔ͵͵°ÑËüÃÇÄóöÀ´£¬¿´×ÅËüÃÇÍ´¿àÕõÔúµÄÑùcould take them out in secret and watch them struggling. David ×Ó¡£ ´÷άºÍÎÒÖ»ÔڿμäÐÝÏ¢µÄʱºòºÍл¶ûµÇÍæ£¬and I never played with Sheldon except at recess. After school ·ÅѧºóÎÒÃǾÍÈÃËû»Ø¼Ò¸úËûµÄÂèÂè¡¢°ô°ôÌÇÒÔ¼°we left him to his mamma and his bonbons and his helpless ÄÇЩÎÞÖúµÄÀ¥³æÎª°é¡£ insects.
8.
ÄÇʱºò£¬¸¥À¼¿Ë¾Ë¾ËסÔÚÎÒÃǼң¬µÈ×Ųξü¡£
8 At the time my Uncle Frank was living with us while Îҿ϶¨ËûºÍÒþÐÕÂñÃûµÄ³¬È˳¤µÃÌØ±ðÏñ¡£ ´÷ά
waiting to be drafted, and I was sure that he bore an È´¿´²»³öÎҾ˾˺ͳ¬ÈËÓжàôÏàÏñ£¬µ«Ëû³ÐÈϸ¥extraordinary resemblance to Superman incognito. David À¼¿Ë¾Ë¾ËÊÇËûÕâ±²×ÓËù¼û¹ýµÄ×îǿ׳µÄÈË£¬¶øÇÒcouldn't see the likeness as clearly as I did, but he admitted that Ëû»á±äºÜ¶àÏ··¨£¬±ÈÈçÓòͽíÒ»¸ÇÉÏÌǹû£¬ÌǾÍUncle Frank was the strongest man he had ever known, and ûÁË£¬Ëû»¹Äܵ¹Á¢ÐÐ×ß¡£ could do lots of tricks like making caramels disappear under napkins and walking on his hands.
Unit 2-2 Cultural Childhoods ²»Í¬ÎÄ»¯µÄͯÄê 1 When I look back on my own childhood in the 1970s and 1. ÿµ±ÎһعË20ÊÀ¼ÍÆß°ËÊ®Äê´úÎÒµÄͯÄê1980s and compare it with children today, it reminds me of that ʱ¹â£¬²¢½«ËüÓëÏÖÔÚº¢×ÓµÄͯÄêÏà±È½Ïʱ£¬famous sentence \past is a foreign country: They do things ¾Í»áÏëÆð¾äÃûÑÔ£º¨DÍùÎôÊÇÒì¹úËûÏ磬ÄÇÀïÓÐdifferently there\(from L. P. Hartley's novel The Go-Between). ×Ų»Í¬µÄϰË×£¨¡¬¿É²Î¼ûL.P.¹þÌØÀûµÄС˵¡¶´«Even in a relatively short period of time, I can see the enormous ÐÅÈË¡·£© ¡£ÉõÖÁÔÚÏà¶Ô¶ÌÔݵÄÒ»¶Îʱ¼äÄÚ£¬transformations that have taken place in children's lives and in the ÎÒÒ²Äܹ»²ì¾õµ½¶ùͯµÄÉú»îÒÔ¼°ÈËÃǶԴý¶ùways they are thought about and treated. ͯµÄ·½Ê½ÉÏËù¾ÀúµÄ¾Þ´ó±ä»¯¡£ 2 Looking further back I can see vast differences between 2. »Ø¹Ë¸ü¾ÃÔ¶µÄËêÔ£¬ÎÒ¿ÉÒÔ¿´µ½ÏÖÔÚºÍcontemporary and historical childhoods. Today, children have few ¹Å´úͯÄêÉú»îµÄ¾Þ´ó²î±ð¡£Èç½ñµÄ¶ùͯÔðÈÎ9 / 64
бê×¼´óѧӢÓï×ۺϽ̳Ì3¿ÎÎÄÓë·Òë
responsibilities, their lives are characterized by play not work, school ºÜÉÙ£¬ËûÃÇÉú»îµÄÖ÷ÒªÄÚÈÝÊÇÍæË£¶ø·Ç¹¤×÷£¬not paid labour, family rather than public life and consumption ÉÏѧ¶ø·ÇÀͶ¯£¬ÔÚ¼ÒÀï´ô×Ŷø²»ÊǺÍÍâ½ç½»instead of production. Yet this is all relatively recent. A hundred Íù£¬Ïû·Ñ¶ø·ÇÉú²ú¡£ÕâÖֱ仯ҲÊÇ×î½ü²ÅÏÔyears ago, a 12 year old working in a factory would have been ÏÖ³öÀ´µÄ¡£Ò»°ÙÄêǰ£¬12 ËêµÄº¢×ÓÔÚ¹¤³§´òperfectly acceptable. Now, it would cause social services' ¹¤ÊÇÍêÈ«¿ÉÒÔ½ÓÊܵÄÊÂÇ飬¶øÏÖÔÚ£¬Õâ»áÕÐintervention and the prosecution of both parents and factory owner. 3 The differences between the expectations placed on children
today and those placed on them in the past are neatly summed up by 3. ÓÐÁ½Î»ÃÀ¹ú×÷¼Ò£¬°Å°ÅÀ¡¤°£Â×ÀïÆæºÍµÏtwo American writers, Barbara Ehrenreich and Deirdre English. ¶ûµÂÀö¡¤Ó¢¸ñÀûÏ££¬ËýÃǼòÒªµØ¸ÅÀ¨Á˹ýÈ¥ºÍComparing childhoods in America today with those of the American ÏÖÔÚÈËÃǶԶùͯµÄÆÚ´ýµÄ²îÒì¡£ÔڱȽÏÃÀ¹úcolonial period (1600¨C1776), they have written: \ÏÖÔڵĶùͯºÍÖ³ÃñµØÊ±ÆÚ£¨1600¨C1776£©µÄ¶ùold who can tie his or her shoes is impressive. In colonial times, ͯʱ£¬ËýÃÇдµÀ£º¨D½ñÌ죬Èç¹ûÒ»¸öËÄËêµÄº¢four-year-old girls knitted stockings and mittens and could produce ×ÓÄÜ×Ô¼ºÏµÐ¬´ø¾ÍºÜÁ˲»ÆðÁË¡£¶øÔÚÖ³ÃñµØintricate embroidery: At age six they spun wool. A good, industrious ʱÆÚ£¬ËÄËêµÄÅ®º¢»áÖ¯³¤Í²ÍàºÍÁ¬Ö¸ÊÖÌ×£¬little girl was called 'Mrs instead of 'Miss' in appreciation of her ÄÜ×ö¸´ÔӵĴÌÐ壬ÁùËê¾ÍÄÜ·ÄëÏßÁË¡£Ò»¸öcontribution to the family economy: She was not, strictly speaking, a ÉÆÁ¼ÇÚ¿ìµÄÅ®º¢±»³ÆÎª?·òÈË¡®¶ø²»ÊÇ?С½ã¡®£¬child.\
4 These changing ideas about children have led many social
scientists to claim that childhood is a \4. ¶Ô¶ùͯµÄ¿´·¨²»¶Ï±ä»¯×Å£¬ÕâʹµÃÐí¶àthis term to mean that understandings of childhood are not the same Éç»á¿ÆÑ§¼ÒÐû³ÆÍ¯ÄêÊÇÒ»ÖÖ¨DÉç»á½¨¹¹¡¬¡£Ëûeverywhere and that while all societies acknowledge that children ÃÇÓÃÕâ¸öÊõÓïÀ´ËµÃ÷²»Í¬µÄµØÇø¶ÔͯÄêµÄÀíare different from adults, how they are different and what ½âÊDz»Ò»ÑùµÄ£¬ËäÈ»ËùÓÐÉç»á¶¼³ÐÈ϶ùͯÓëexpectations are placed on them, change according to the society in ³ÉÄêÈËÓÐÇø±ð£¬ÖÁÓÚËûÃÇÖ®¼äÓкβ»Í¬£¬ÈËwhich they live.
5 Social anthropologists have shown this in their studies of
peoples with very different understandings of the world to Western 5. Éç»áÈËÀàѧ¼ÒÔÚÑо¿ÄÇЩ¸úÎ÷·½¹ú¼Ò³Öones. Jean Briggs has worked with the Inuit of the Canadian Arctic Óв»Í¬ÊÀ½ç¹ÛµÄÃñ×åʱҲ±íÃ÷ÁËÕâ¸ö¹Ûµã¡£and has described how, within these commUnit ies, growing up is Çí¡¤²¼Àï¸ñ˹Ñо¿¹ý¼ÓÄô󱱼«µØÇøµÄÒÁŬÒÁlargely seen as a process of acquiring thought, reason and ÌØÈË£¬ËýÃèÊöÁËÔÚÕâЩÉç»áȺÂäÖгɳ¤ÊÇÔõunderstanding (known in Inuit as ihuma). Young children don't Ñù´óÌåÉϱ»¿´³ÉÊÇÒ»¸ö»ñµÃ˼Ïë¡¢ÀíÐÔºÍÀípossess these qualities and are easily angered, cry frequently and are ½âÁ¦£¨ÒÁŬÒÁÌØÈ˳ÆÖ®Îª ihuma£©µÄ¹ý³Ì¡£incapable of understanding the external difficulties facing the Сº¢×Ó²»¾ß±¸ÕâÐ©ËØÖÊ£¬ËùÓвÅÈÝÒ×ÉúÆø£¬commUnit y, such as shortages of food. Because they can't be ³£³£»á¿Þ£¬ÎÞ·¨Àí½âȺÂäËùÃæÁÙµÄÖîÈçʳÎïreasoned with, and don't understand, parents treat them with a great ¶Ìȱ֮ÀàµÄÍâÔÚÀ§ÄÑ¡£ÓÉÓÚÎÞ·¨¸úËûÃǽ²Àí£¬deal of tolerance and leniency. It's only when they are older and ¼´±ã½²ÁËËûÃÇÒ²²»Ã÷°×£¬¸¸Ä¸¶ÔËûÃǺܿíÈÝ¡¢begin to acquire thought that parents attempt to teach them or ºÜκ͡£Ò»Ö±ÒªµÈµ½ËûÃÇÄêÁä´óÒ»µã£¬²¢¿ªdiscipline them.
6 In contrast, children on the Pacific island of Tonga, studied by
Helen Morton, are regularly beaten by their parents and older 6. Ïà·´£¬¸ù¾Ýº£Âס¤Äª¶ÙµÄÑо¿£¬Ì«Æ½Ñóµºsiblings. They are seen as being closer to mad people than adults ¹úÌÀ¼ÓµÄ¶ùͯ¾³£°¤¸¸Ä¸ºÍ¸ç¸ç½ã½ãµÄ´ò¡£because they lack the highly prized quality of social competence (or ÈËÃÇÈÏΪ¶ùͯºÍ³ÉÄêÈËÏà±È¸üÏñ·è×Ó£¬ÒòΪpoto as the Tongans call it). They are regularly told off for being ËûÃÇȱ·¦±»´ó¼Ò¿´ÖصÄÉç»áÄÜÁ¦£¨ÌÀ¼ÓÈ˳Æ
10 / 64
À´Éç»á·þÎñ»ú¹¹µÄ½éÈ룬Æä¸¸Ä¸ºÍ¹¤³§Ö÷»á±»ÆðËß¡£
ÕâÊÇΪÁ˱íÕÃËý¶Ô¼ÒÍ¥¾¼ÃµÄ¹±Ï×£¬Ñϸñ˵À´Ëý²»ÊÇÒ»¸öº¢×ÓÁË¡£
ÃǶԶùͯÓÖÓÐºÎÆÚ´ý£¬²»Í¬µÄÉç»á¸ø³öÁ˲»Ò»ÑùµÄ´ð°¸¡£
ʼÓÐ×Ô¼ºµÄ˼Ïëʱ£¬¸¸Ä¸²Å»á³¢ÊÔ×ÅÈ¥¹Ü½ÌËûÃÇ£¬Ô¼ÊøËûÃÇ¡£