【时间旅行者的妻子】89
时间：2019-01-01 作者：英语课 分类：时间旅行者的妻子
英语课
CHRISTMAS EVE, ONE ALWAYS CRASHING IN THE SAME CAR
Saturday, December 24, 1988 (Henry is 40, Clare is 17)
HENRY: It’s a dark winter afternoon. I’m in the basement in Meadowlark House in the Reading Room. Clare has left me some food: roast beef and cheese on whole wheat with mustard, an apple, a quart of milk, and an entire plastic tub of Christmas cookies, snowballs, cinnamon-nut diamonds, and peanut cookies with Hershey’s Kisses stuck into them. I am wearing my favorite jeans and a Sex Pistols T-shirt. I ought to be a happy camper, but I’m not: Clare has also left me today’s South Haven 1 Daily; it’s dated December 24, 1988. Christmas Eve. This evening, in the Get Me High Lounge, in Chicago, my twenty-five-year-old self will drink until I quietly slide off the bar stool and onto the floor and end up having my stomach pumped at Mercy Hospital. It’s the nineteenth anniversary of my mother’s death.
I sit quietly and think about my mom. It’s funny how memory erodes 2. If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp moments standing 3 out. When I was five I heard her sing Lulu at the Lyric 4 Opera. I remember Dad, sitting next to me, smiling up at Mom at the end of the first act with utter exhilaration. I remember sitting with Mom at Orchestra Hall, watching Dad play Beethoven under Boulez. I remember being allowed to come into the living room during a party my parents were giving and reciting Blake’s Tyger, Tyger burning bright to the guests, complete with growling 5 noises; I was four, and when I was done my mother swept me up and kissed me and everyone applauded.
Saturday, December 24, 1988 (Henry is 40, Clare is 17)
HENRY: It’s a dark winter afternoon. I’m in the basement in Meadowlark House in the Reading Room. Clare has left me some food: roast beef and cheese on whole wheat with mustard, an apple, a quart of milk, and an entire plastic tub of Christmas cookies, snowballs, cinnamon-nut diamonds, and peanut cookies with Hershey’s Kisses stuck into them. I am wearing my favorite jeans and a Sex Pistols T-shirt. I ought to be a happy camper, but I’m not: Clare has also left me today’s South Haven 1 Daily; it’s dated December 24, 1988. Christmas Eve. This evening, in the Get Me High Lounge, in Chicago, my twenty-five-year-old self will drink until I quietly slide off the bar stool and onto the floor and end up having my stomach pumped at Mercy Hospital. It’s the nineteenth anniversary of my mother’s death.
I sit quietly and think about my mom. It’s funny how memory erodes 2. If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp moments standing 3 out. When I was five I heard her sing Lulu at the Lyric 4 Opera. I remember Dad, sitting next to me, smiling up at Mom at the end of the first act with utter exhilaration. I remember sitting with Mom at Orchestra Hall, watching Dad play Beethoven under Boulez. I remember being allowed to come into the living room during a party my parents were giving and reciting Blake’s Tyger, Tyger burning bright to the guests, complete with growling 5 noises; I was four, and when I was done my mother swept me up and kissed me and everyone applauded.
n.安全的地方，避难所，庇护所
- It's a real haven at the end of a busy working day.忙碌了一整天后，这真是一个安乐窝。
- The school library is a little haven of peace and quiet.学校的图书馆是一个和平且安静的小避风港。
侵蚀，腐蚀( erode的第三人称单数 )； 逐渐毁坏，削弱，损害
- The sea erodes the rock. 海水侵蚀岩石。
- The sea erodes the land. 海洋侵蚀陆地。
n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的
- After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。
- They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改。