【时间旅行者的妻子】09
时间：2019-01-01 作者：英语课 分类：时间旅行者的妻子
英语课
She said she was a little girl? A plethora 1 of unanswerables runs through my head. I stop and breathe for a minute. Okay. I grab my wallet and my keys, and away I go: lock the thirty-seven locks, descend 2 in the cranky little elevator, buy roses for Clare in the shop in the lobby, walk two blocks to the restaurant in record time but still five minutes late. Clare is already seated in a booth and she looks relieved when she sees me. She waves at me like she’s in a parade.
“Hello,” I say. Clare is wearing a wine-colored velvet 3 dress and pearls. She looks like a Botticelli by way of John Graham: huge gray eyes, long nose, tiny delicate mouth like a geisha. She has long red hair that covers her shoulders and falls to the middle of her back. Clare is so pale she looks like a waxwork 4 in the candlelight. I thrust the roses at her. “For you.”
“Thank you,” says Clare, absurdly pleased. She looks at me and realizes that I am confused by her response. “You’ve never given me flowers before.”
I slide into the booth opposite her. I’m fascinated. This woman knows me; this isn’t some passing acquaintance of my future hejiras. The waitress appears and hands us menus.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“What?”
“Everything. I mean, do you understand why I don’t know you? I’m terribly sorry about that—”
“Oh, no, you shouldn’t be. I mean, I know.. .why that is.” Clare lowers her voice. “It’s because for you none of it has happened yet, but for me, well, I’ve known you for a long time.”
“How long?”
“About fourteen years. I first saw you when I was six.”
“Jesus. Have you seen me very often? Or just a few times?”
“The last time I saw you, you told me to bring this to dinner when we met again,” Clare shows me a pale blue child’s diary, “so here,”—she hands it to me—“you can have this.” I open it to the place marked with a piece of newspaper. The page, which has two cocker spaniel puppies lurking 5 in the upper right-hand corner, is a list of dates.
“Hello,” I say. Clare is wearing a wine-colored velvet 3 dress and pearls. She looks like a Botticelli by way of John Graham: huge gray eyes, long nose, tiny delicate mouth like a geisha. She has long red hair that covers her shoulders and falls to the middle of her back. Clare is so pale she looks like a waxwork 4 in the candlelight. I thrust the roses at her. “For you.”
“Thank you,” says Clare, absurdly pleased. She looks at me and realizes that I am confused by her response. “You’ve never given me flowers before.”
I slide into the booth opposite her. I’m fascinated. This woman knows me; this isn’t some passing acquaintance of my future hejiras. The waitress appears and hands us menus.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“What?”
“Everything. I mean, do you understand why I don’t know you? I’m terribly sorry about that—”
“Oh, no, you shouldn’t be. I mean, I know.. .why that is.” Clare lowers her voice. “It’s because for you none of it has happened yet, but for me, well, I’ve known you for a long time.”
“How long?”
“About fourteen years. I first saw you when I was six.”
“Jesus. Have you seen me very often? Or just a few times?”
“The last time I saw you, you told me to bring this to dinner when we met again,” Clare shows me a pale blue child’s diary, “so here,”—she hands it to me—“you can have this.” I open it to the place marked with a piece of newspaper. The page, which has two cocker spaniel puppies lurking 5 in the upper right-hand corner, is a list of dates.
n.过量，过剩
- Java comes with a plethora of ready-made types.Java配套提供了数量众多的现成类型。
- A plethora of new operators will be allowed to enter the market.大批新的运营商将获准进入该市场。
vt./vi.传下来，下来，下降
- I hope the grace of God would descend on me.我期望上帝的恩惠。
- We're not going to descend to such methods.我们不会沦落到使用这种手段。
n.丝绒，天鹅绒；adj.丝绒制的，柔软的
- This material feels like velvet.这料子摸起来像丝绒。
- The new settlers wore the finest silk and velvet clothing.新来的移民穿着最华丽的丝绸和天鹅绒衣服。
n.蜡像
- The waxworker brought a new waxwork into the room.蜡制品工人把一个新蜡像搬进了屋。
- She's only a waxwork.她只是一座蜡像罢了。