【有声英语文学名著】不会发生在这里(37)
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It Can't Happen Here
by Sinclair Lewis
Chapter 37
His beard had grown again--he and his beard had been friends for many years, and he had missed it of late. His hair and mustache had again assumed a respectable gray in place of the purple dye that under electric lights had looked so bogus. He was no longer impassioned at the sight of a lamb chop or a cake of soap. But he had not yet got over the pleasure and slight amazement 1 at being able to talk as freely as he would, as emphatically as might please him, and in public.
He sat with his two closest friends in Montreal, two fellow executives in the Department of Propaganda and Publications of the New Underground (Walt Trowbridge, General Chairman), and these two friends were the Hon. Perley Beecroft, who presumably was the President of the United States, and Joe Elphrey, an ornamental 2 young man who, as "Mr. Cailey," had been a prize agent of the Communist Party in America till he had been kicked out of that almost imperceptible body for having made a "united front" with Socialists 3, Democrats 4, and even choir-singers when organizing an anti-Corpo revolt in Texas.
Over their ale, in this café, Beecroft and Elphrey were at it as usual: Elphrey insisting that the only "solution" of American distress 5 was dictatorship by the livelier representatives of the toiling 6 masses, strict and if need be violent, but (this was his new heresy) not governed by Moscow. Beecroft was gaseously asserting that "all we needed" was a return to precisely 7 the political parties, the drumming up of votes, and the oratorical 8 legislating 9 by Congress, of the contented 10 days of William B. McKinley.
But as for Doremus, he leaned back not vastly caring what nonsense the others might talk so long as it was permitted them to talk at all without finding that the waiters were M.M. spies; and content to know that, whatever happened, Trowbridge and the other authentic 11 leaders would never go back to satisfaction in government of the profits, by the profits, for the profits. He thought comfortably of the fact that just yesterday (he had this from the chairman's secretary), Walt Trowbridge had dismissed Wilson J. Shale 13, the ducal oil man, who had come, apparently 14 with sincerity 15, to offer his fortune and his executive experience to Trowbridge and the cause.
"Nope. Sorry, Will. But we can't use you. Whatever happens--even if Haik marches over and slaughters 16 all of us along with all our Canadian hosts--you and your kind of clever pirates are finished. Whatever happens, whatever details of a new system of government may be decided 17 on, whether we call it a 'Cooperative Commonwealth 18' or 'State Socialism' or 'Communism' or 'Revived Traditional Democracy,' there's got to be a new feeling--that government is not a game for a few smart, resolute 19 athletes like you, Will, but a universal partnership 20, in which the State must own all resources so large that they affect all members of the State, and in which the one worst crime won't be murder or kidnaping but taking advantage of the State--in which the seller of fraudulent medicine, or the liar 21 in Congress, will be punished a whole lot worse than the fellow who takes an ax to the man who's grabbed off his girl. . . . Eh? What's going to happen to magnates like you, Will? God knows! What happened to the dinosaurs 22?"
So was Doremus in his service well content.
Yet socially he was almost as lonely as in his cell at Trianon; almost as savagely 23 he longed for the not exorbitant 24 pleasure of being with Lorinda, Buck 25, Emma, Sissy, Steve Perefixe.
None of them save Emma could join him in Canada, and she would not. Her letters suggested fear of the un-Worcesterian wildernesses 26 of Montreal. She wrote that Philip and she hoped they might be able to get Doremus forgiven by the Corpos! So he was left to associate only with his fellow refugees from Corpoism, and he knew a life that had been familiar, far too familiar, to political exiles ever since the first revolt in Egypt sent the rebels sneaking 27 off into Assyria.
It was no particularly indecent egotism in Doremus that made him suppose, when he arrived in Canada, that everyone would thrill to his tale of imprisonment 28, torture, and escape. But he found that ten thousand spirited tellers 29 of woe 30 had come there before him, and that the Canadians, however attentive 31 and generous hosts they might be, were actively 32 sick of pumping up new sympathy. They felt that their quota 33 of martyrs 34 was completely filled, and as to the exiles who came in penniless, and that was a majority of them, the Canadians became distinctly weary of depriving their own families on behalf of unknown refugees, and they couldn't even keep up forever a gratification in the presence of celebrated 35 American authors, politicians, scientists, when they became common as mosquitoes.
It was doubtful if a lecture on Deplorable Conditions in America by Herbert Hoover and General Pershing together would have attracted forty people. Ex-governors and judges were glad to get jobs washing dishes, and ex-managing-editors were hoeing turnips 36. And reports said that Mexico and London and France were growing alike apologetically bored.
So Doremus, meagerly living on his twenty-dollar-a-week salary from the N.U., met no one save his own fellow exiles, in just such salons 37 of unfortunate political escapists as the White Russians, the Red Spaniards, the Blue Bulgarians, and all the other polychromatic insurrectionists frequented in Paris. They crowded together, twenty of them in a parlor 38 twelve by twelve, very like the concentration-camp cells in area, inhabitants, and eventual 39 smell, from 8 P.M. till midnight, and made up for lack of dinner with coffee and doughnuts and exiguous 40 sandwiches, and talked without cessation about the Corpos. They told as "actual facts" stories about President Haik which had formerly 41 been applied 42 to Hitler, Stalin, and Mussolini--the one about the man who was alarmed to find he had saved Haik from drowning and begged him not to tell.
In the cafés they seized the newspapers from home. Men who had had an eye gouged 43 out on behalf of freedom, with the rheumy remaining one peered to see who had won the Missouri Avenue Bridge Club Prize.
They were brave and romantic, tragic 44 and distinguished 45, and Doremus became a little sick of them all and of the final brutality 46 of fact that no normal man can very long endure another's tragedy, and that friendly weeping will some day turn to irritated kicking.
He was stirred when, in a hastily built American interdenominational chapel 47, he heard a starveling who had once been a pompous 48 bishop 49 read from the pine pulpit:
"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps 51 upon the willows 52 in the midst thereof. . . . How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave 53 to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy."
Here in Canada the Americans had their Weeping Wall and daily cried with false, gallant 54 hope, "Next year in Jerusalem!"
Sometimes Doremus was vexed 55 by the ceaseless demanding wails 56 of refugees who had lost everything, sons and wives and property and self-respect, vexed that they believed they alone had seen such horrors; and sometimes he spent all his spare hours raising a dollar and a little weary friendliness 57 for these sick souls; and sometimes he saw as fragments of Paradise every aspect of America--such oddly assorted 58 glimpses as Meade at Gettysburg and the massed blue petunias 59 in Emma's lost garden, the fresh shine of rails as seen from a train on an April morning and Rockefeller Center. But whatever his mood, he refused to sit down with his harp 50 by any foreign waters whatever and enjoy the importance of being a celebrated beggar.
He'd get back to America and chance another prison. Meantime he neatly 60 sent packages of literary dynamite 61 out from the N.U. offices all day long, and efficiently 62 directed a hundred envelope-addressers who once had been professors and pastrycooks.
He had asked his superior, Perley Beecroft, for assignment in more active and more dangerous work, as secret agent in America--out West, where he was not known. But headquarters had suffered a good deal from amateur agents who babbled 63 to strangers, or who could not be trusted to keep their mouths shut while they were being flogged to death. Things had changed since 1929. The N.U. believed that the highest honor a man could earn was not to have a million dollars but to be permitted to risk his life for truth, without pay or praise.
Doremus knew that his chiefs did not consider him young enough or strong enough, but also that they were studying him. Twice he had the honor of interviews with Trowbridge about nothing in particular--surely it must have been an honor, though it was hard to remember it, because Trowbridge was the simplest and friendliest man in the whole portentous 64 spy machine. Cheerfully Doremus hoped for a chance to help make the poor, overworked, worried Corpo officials even more miserable 65 than they normally were, now that war with Mexico and revolts against Corpoism were jingling 66 side by side.
In July, 1939, when Doremus had been in Montreal a little over five months, and a year after his sentence to concentration camp, the American newspapers which arrived at N.U. headquarters were full of resentment 67 against Mexico.
Bands of Mexicans had raided across into the United States--always, curiously 68 enough, when our troops were off in the desert, practice-marching or perhaps gathering 69 sea shells. They burned a town in Texas--fortunately all the women and children were away on a Sunday-school picnic, that afternoon. A Mexican Patriot 70 (aforetime he had also worked as an Ethiopian Patriot, a Chinese Patriot, and a Haitian Patriot) came across, to the tent of an M.M. brigadier, and confessed that while it hurt him to tattle on his own beloved country, conscience compelled him to reveal that his Mexican superiors were planning to fly over and bomb Laredo, San Antonio, Bisbee, and probably Tacoma, and Bangor, Maine.
This excited the Corpo newspapers very much indeed and in New York and Chicago they published photographs of the conscientious 71 traitor 72 half an hour after he had appeared at the Brigadier's tent . . . where, at that moment, forty-six reporters happened to be sitting about on neighboring cactuses.
America rose to defend her hearthstones, including all the hearthstones on Park Avenue, New York, against false and treacherous 73 Mexico, with its appalling 74 army of 67,000 men, with thirty-nine military aeroplanes. Women in Cedar 75 Rapids hid under the bed; elderly gentlemen in Cattaraugus County, New York, concealed 76 their money in elm-tree boles; and the wife of a chicken-raiser seven miles N.E. of Estelline, South Dakota, a woman widely known as a good cook and a trained observer, distinctly saw a file of ninety-two Mexican soldiers pass her cabin, starting at 3:17 A.M. on July 27, 1939.
To answer this threat, America, the one country that had never lost a war and never started an unjust one, rose as one man, as the Chicago Daily Evening Corporate 77 put it. It was planned to invade Mexico as soon as it should be cool enough, or even earlier, if the refrigeration and air-conditioning could be arranged. In one month, five million men were drafted for the invasion, and started training.
Thus--perhaps too flippantly--did Joe Cailey and Doremus discuss the declaration of war against Mexico. If they found the whole crusade absurd, it may be stated in their defense 78 that they regarded all wars always as absurd; in the baldness of the lying by both sides about the causes; in the spectacle of grown-up men engaged in the infantile diversions of dressing-up in fancy clothes and marching to primitive 79 music. The only thing not absurd about wars, said Doremus and Cailey, was that along with their skittishness 80 they did kill a good many millions of people. Ten thousand starving babies seemed too high a price for a Sam Browne belt for even the sweetest, touchingest young lieutenant 81.
Yet both Doremus and Cailey swiftly recanted their assertion that all wars were absurd and abominable 82; both of them made exception of the people's wars against tyranny, as suddenly America's agreeable anticipation 83 of stealing Mexico was checked by a popular rebellion against the whole Corpo régime.
The revolting section was, roughly, bounded by Sault Ste. Marie, Detroit, Cincinnati, Wichita, San Francisco, and Seattle, though in that territory large patches remained loyal to President Haik, and outside of it, other large patches joined the rebels. It was the part of America which had always been most "radical 84"--that indefinite word, which probably means "most critical of piracy 85." It was the land of the Populists, the Non-Partisan League, the Farmer-Labor 86 Party, and the La Follettes--a family so vast as to form a considerable party in itself.
Whatever might happen, exulted 87 Doremus, the revolt proved that belief in America and hope for America were not dead.
These rebels had most of them, before his election, believed in Buzz Windrip's fifteen points; believed that when he said he wanted to return the power pilfered 88 by the bankers and the industrialists 89 to the people, he more or less meant that he wanted to return the power of the bankers and industrialists to the people. As month by month they saw that they had been cheated with marked cards again, they were indignant; but they were busy with cornfield and sawmill and dairy and motor factory, and it took the impertinent idiocy 90 of demanding that they march down into the desert and help steal a friendly country to jab them into awakening 91 and into discovering that, while they had been asleep, they had been kidnaped by a small gang of criminals armed with high ideals, well-buttered words and a lot of machine guns.
So profound was the revolt that the Catholic Archbishop of California and the radical Ex-Governor of Minnesota found themselves in the same faction 12.
At first it was a rather comic outbreak--comic as the ill-trained, un-uniformed, confusedly thinking revolutionists of Massachusetts in 1776. President General Haik publicly jeered 92 at them as a "ridiculous rag-tag rebellion of hoboes too lazy to work." And at first they were unable to do anything more than scold like a flock of crows, throw bricks at detachments of M.M.'s and policemen, wreck 93 troop trains, and destroy the property of such honest private citizens as owned Corpo newspapers.
It was in August that the shock came, when General Emmanuel Coon, Chief of Staff of the regulars, flew from Washington to St. Paul, took command of Fort Snelling, and declared for Walt Trowbridge as Temporary President of the United States, to hold office until there should be a new, universal, and uncontrolled presidential election.
Trowbridge proclaimed acceptance--with the proviso that he should not be a candidate for permanent President.
By no means all of the regulars joined Coon's revolutionary troops. (There are two sturdy myths among the Liberals: that the Catholic Church is less Puritanical 94 and always more esthetic 95 than the Protestant; and that professional soldiers hate war more than do congressmen and old maids.) But there were enough regulars who were fed up with the exactions of greedy, mouth-dripping Corpo commissioners 96 and who threw in with General Coon so that immediately after his army of regulars and hastily trained Minnesota farmers had won the battle of Mankato, the forces at Leavenworth took control of Kansas City, and planned to march on St. Louis and Omaha; while in New York, Governor's Island and Fort Wadsworth looked on, neutral, as unmilitary-looking and mostly Jewish guerrillas seized the subways, power stations, and railway terminals.
But there the revolt halted, because in the America, which had so warmly praised itself for its "widespread popular free education," there had been so very little education, widespread, popular, free, or anything else, that most people did not know what they wanted--indeed knew about so few things to want at all.
There had been plenty of schoolrooms; there had been lacking only literate 97 teachers and eager pupils and school boards who regarded teaching as a profession worthy 98 of as much honor and pay as insurance-selling or embalming 99 or waiting on table. Most Americans had learned in school that God had supplanted 100 the Jews as chosen people by the Americans, and this time done the job much better, so that we were the richest, kindest, and cleverest nation living; that depressions were but passing headaches and that labor unions must not concern themselves with anything except higher wages and shorter hours and, above all, must not set up an ugly class struggle by combining politically; that, though foreigners tried to make a bogus mystery of them, politics were really so simple that any village attorney or any clerk in the office of a metropolitan 101 sheriff was quite adequately trained for them; and that if John D. Rockefeller or Henry Ford 102 had set his mind to it, he could have become the most distinguished statesman, composer, physicist 103, or poet in the land.
Even two-and-half years of despotism had not yet taught most electors humility 104, nor taught them much of anything except that it was unpleasant to be arrested too often.
So, after the first gay eruption 105 of rioting, the revolt slowed up. Neither the Corpos nor many of their opponents knew enough to formulate 106 a clear, sure theory of self-government, or irresistibly 107 resolve to engage in the sore labor of fitting themselves for freedom. . . . Even yet, after Windrip, most of the easy-going descendants of the wisecracking Benjamin Franklin had not learned that Patrick Henry's "Give me liberty or give me death" meant anything more than a high-school yell or a cigarette slogan.
The followers 108 of Trowbridge and General Coon--"The American Cooperative Commonwealth" they began to call themselves--did not lose any of the territory they had seized; they held it, driving out all Corpo agents, and now and then added a county or two. But mostly their rule, and equally the Corpos' rule, was as unstable 109 as politics in Ireland.
So the task of Walt Trowbridge, which in August had seemed finished, before October seemed merely to have begun. Doremus Jessup was called into Trowbridge's office, to hear from the chairman:
"I guess the time's come when we need Underground agents in the States with sense as well as guts 110. Report to General Barnes for service proselytizing 111 in Minnesota. Good luck, Brother Jessup! Try to persuade the orators 112 that are still holding out for Discipline and clubs that they ain't so much stalwart as funny!"
And all that Doremus thought was, "Kind of a nice fellow, Trowbridge. Glad to be working with him," as he set off on his new task of being a spy and professional hero without even any funny passwords to make the game romantic.
by Sinclair Lewis
Chapter 37
His beard had grown again--he and his beard had been friends for many years, and he had missed it of late. His hair and mustache had again assumed a respectable gray in place of the purple dye that under electric lights had looked so bogus. He was no longer impassioned at the sight of a lamb chop or a cake of soap. But he had not yet got over the pleasure and slight amazement 1 at being able to talk as freely as he would, as emphatically as might please him, and in public.
He sat with his two closest friends in Montreal, two fellow executives in the Department of Propaganda and Publications of the New Underground (Walt Trowbridge, General Chairman), and these two friends were the Hon. Perley Beecroft, who presumably was the President of the United States, and Joe Elphrey, an ornamental 2 young man who, as "Mr. Cailey," had been a prize agent of the Communist Party in America till he had been kicked out of that almost imperceptible body for having made a "united front" with Socialists 3, Democrats 4, and even choir-singers when organizing an anti-Corpo revolt in Texas.
Over their ale, in this café, Beecroft and Elphrey were at it as usual: Elphrey insisting that the only "solution" of American distress 5 was dictatorship by the livelier representatives of the toiling 6 masses, strict and if need be violent, but (this was his new heresy) not governed by Moscow. Beecroft was gaseously asserting that "all we needed" was a return to precisely 7 the political parties, the drumming up of votes, and the oratorical 8 legislating 9 by Congress, of the contented 10 days of William B. McKinley.
But as for Doremus, he leaned back not vastly caring what nonsense the others might talk so long as it was permitted them to talk at all without finding that the waiters were M.M. spies; and content to know that, whatever happened, Trowbridge and the other authentic 11 leaders would never go back to satisfaction in government of the profits, by the profits, for the profits. He thought comfortably of the fact that just yesterday (he had this from the chairman's secretary), Walt Trowbridge had dismissed Wilson J. Shale 13, the ducal oil man, who had come, apparently 14 with sincerity 15, to offer his fortune and his executive experience to Trowbridge and the cause.
"Nope. Sorry, Will. But we can't use you. Whatever happens--even if Haik marches over and slaughters 16 all of us along with all our Canadian hosts--you and your kind of clever pirates are finished. Whatever happens, whatever details of a new system of government may be decided 17 on, whether we call it a 'Cooperative Commonwealth 18' or 'State Socialism' or 'Communism' or 'Revived Traditional Democracy,' there's got to be a new feeling--that government is not a game for a few smart, resolute 19 athletes like you, Will, but a universal partnership 20, in which the State must own all resources so large that they affect all members of the State, and in which the one worst crime won't be murder or kidnaping but taking advantage of the State--in which the seller of fraudulent medicine, or the liar 21 in Congress, will be punished a whole lot worse than the fellow who takes an ax to the man who's grabbed off his girl. . . . Eh? What's going to happen to magnates like you, Will? God knows! What happened to the dinosaurs 22?"
So was Doremus in his service well content.
Yet socially he was almost as lonely as in his cell at Trianon; almost as savagely 23 he longed for the not exorbitant 24 pleasure of being with Lorinda, Buck 25, Emma, Sissy, Steve Perefixe.
None of them save Emma could join him in Canada, and she would not. Her letters suggested fear of the un-Worcesterian wildernesses 26 of Montreal. She wrote that Philip and she hoped they might be able to get Doremus forgiven by the Corpos! So he was left to associate only with his fellow refugees from Corpoism, and he knew a life that had been familiar, far too familiar, to political exiles ever since the first revolt in Egypt sent the rebels sneaking 27 off into Assyria.
It was no particularly indecent egotism in Doremus that made him suppose, when he arrived in Canada, that everyone would thrill to his tale of imprisonment 28, torture, and escape. But he found that ten thousand spirited tellers 29 of woe 30 had come there before him, and that the Canadians, however attentive 31 and generous hosts they might be, were actively 32 sick of pumping up new sympathy. They felt that their quota 33 of martyrs 34 was completely filled, and as to the exiles who came in penniless, and that was a majority of them, the Canadians became distinctly weary of depriving their own families on behalf of unknown refugees, and they couldn't even keep up forever a gratification in the presence of celebrated 35 American authors, politicians, scientists, when they became common as mosquitoes.
It was doubtful if a lecture on Deplorable Conditions in America by Herbert Hoover and General Pershing together would have attracted forty people. Ex-governors and judges were glad to get jobs washing dishes, and ex-managing-editors were hoeing turnips 36. And reports said that Mexico and London and France were growing alike apologetically bored.
So Doremus, meagerly living on his twenty-dollar-a-week salary from the N.U., met no one save his own fellow exiles, in just such salons 37 of unfortunate political escapists as the White Russians, the Red Spaniards, the Blue Bulgarians, and all the other polychromatic insurrectionists frequented in Paris. They crowded together, twenty of them in a parlor 38 twelve by twelve, very like the concentration-camp cells in area, inhabitants, and eventual 39 smell, from 8 P.M. till midnight, and made up for lack of dinner with coffee and doughnuts and exiguous 40 sandwiches, and talked without cessation about the Corpos. They told as "actual facts" stories about President Haik which had formerly 41 been applied 42 to Hitler, Stalin, and Mussolini--the one about the man who was alarmed to find he had saved Haik from drowning and begged him not to tell.
In the cafés they seized the newspapers from home. Men who had had an eye gouged 43 out on behalf of freedom, with the rheumy remaining one peered to see who had won the Missouri Avenue Bridge Club Prize.
They were brave and romantic, tragic 44 and distinguished 45, and Doremus became a little sick of them all and of the final brutality 46 of fact that no normal man can very long endure another's tragedy, and that friendly weeping will some day turn to irritated kicking.
He was stirred when, in a hastily built American interdenominational chapel 47, he heard a starveling who had once been a pompous 48 bishop 49 read from the pine pulpit:
"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps 51 upon the willows 52 in the midst thereof. . . . How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave 53 to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy."
Here in Canada the Americans had their Weeping Wall and daily cried with false, gallant 54 hope, "Next year in Jerusalem!"
Sometimes Doremus was vexed 55 by the ceaseless demanding wails 56 of refugees who had lost everything, sons and wives and property and self-respect, vexed that they believed they alone had seen such horrors; and sometimes he spent all his spare hours raising a dollar and a little weary friendliness 57 for these sick souls; and sometimes he saw as fragments of Paradise every aspect of America--such oddly assorted 58 glimpses as Meade at Gettysburg and the massed blue petunias 59 in Emma's lost garden, the fresh shine of rails as seen from a train on an April morning and Rockefeller Center. But whatever his mood, he refused to sit down with his harp 50 by any foreign waters whatever and enjoy the importance of being a celebrated beggar.
He'd get back to America and chance another prison. Meantime he neatly 60 sent packages of literary dynamite 61 out from the N.U. offices all day long, and efficiently 62 directed a hundred envelope-addressers who once had been professors and pastrycooks.
He had asked his superior, Perley Beecroft, for assignment in more active and more dangerous work, as secret agent in America--out West, where he was not known. But headquarters had suffered a good deal from amateur agents who babbled 63 to strangers, or who could not be trusted to keep their mouths shut while they were being flogged to death. Things had changed since 1929. The N.U. believed that the highest honor a man could earn was not to have a million dollars but to be permitted to risk his life for truth, without pay or praise.
Doremus knew that his chiefs did not consider him young enough or strong enough, but also that they were studying him. Twice he had the honor of interviews with Trowbridge about nothing in particular--surely it must have been an honor, though it was hard to remember it, because Trowbridge was the simplest and friendliest man in the whole portentous 64 spy machine. Cheerfully Doremus hoped for a chance to help make the poor, overworked, worried Corpo officials even more miserable 65 than they normally were, now that war with Mexico and revolts against Corpoism were jingling 66 side by side.
In July, 1939, when Doremus had been in Montreal a little over five months, and a year after his sentence to concentration camp, the American newspapers which arrived at N.U. headquarters were full of resentment 67 against Mexico.
Bands of Mexicans had raided across into the United States--always, curiously 68 enough, when our troops were off in the desert, practice-marching or perhaps gathering 69 sea shells. They burned a town in Texas--fortunately all the women and children were away on a Sunday-school picnic, that afternoon. A Mexican Patriot 70 (aforetime he had also worked as an Ethiopian Patriot, a Chinese Patriot, and a Haitian Patriot) came across, to the tent of an M.M. brigadier, and confessed that while it hurt him to tattle on his own beloved country, conscience compelled him to reveal that his Mexican superiors were planning to fly over and bomb Laredo, San Antonio, Bisbee, and probably Tacoma, and Bangor, Maine.
This excited the Corpo newspapers very much indeed and in New York and Chicago they published photographs of the conscientious 71 traitor 72 half an hour after he had appeared at the Brigadier's tent . . . where, at that moment, forty-six reporters happened to be sitting about on neighboring cactuses.
America rose to defend her hearthstones, including all the hearthstones on Park Avenue, New York, against false and treacherous 73 Mexico, with its appalling 74 army of 67,000 men, with thirty-nine military aeroplanes. Women in Cedar 75 Rapids hid under the bed; elderly gentlemen in Cattaraugus County, New York, concealed 76 their money in elm-tree boles; and the wife of a chicken-raiser seven miles N.E. of Estelline, South Dakota, a woman widely known as a good cook and a trained observer, distinctly saw a file of ninety-two Mexican soldiers pass her cabin, starting at 3:17 A.M. on July 27, 1939.
To answer this threat, America, the one country that had never lost a war and never started an unjust one, rose as one man, as the Chicago Daily Evening Corporate 77 put it. It was planned to invade Mexico as soon as it should be cool enough, or even earlier, if the refrigeration and air-conditioning could be arranged. In one month, five million men were drafted for the invasion, and started training.
Thus--perhaps too flippantly--did Joe Cailey and Doremus discuss the declaration of war against Mexico. If they found the whole crusade absurd, it may be stated in their defense 78 that they regarded all wars always as absurd; in the baldness of the lying by both sides about the causes; in the spectacle of grown-up men engaged in the infantile diversions of dressing-up in fancy clothes and marching to primitive 79 music. The only thing not absurd about wars, said Doremus and Cailey, was that along with their skittishness 80 they did kill a good many millions of people. Ten thousand starving babies seemed too high a price for a Sam Browne belt for even the sweetest, touchingest young lieutenant 81.
Yet both Doremus and Cailey swiftly recanted their assertion that all wars were absurd and abominable 82; both of them made exception of the people's wars against tyranny, as suddenly America's agreeable anticipation 83 of stealing Mexico was checked by a popular rebellion against the whole Corpo régime.
The revolting section was, roughly, bounded by Sault Ste. Marie, Detroit, Cincinnati, Wichita, San Francisco, and Seattle, though in that territory large patches remained loyal to President Haik, and outside of it, other large patches joined the rebels. It was the part of America which had always been most "radical 84"--that indefinite word, which probably means "most critical of piracy 85." It was the land of the Populists, the Non-Partisan League, the Farmer-Labor 86 Party, and the La Follettes--a family so vast as to form a considerable party in itself.
Whatever might happen, exulted 87 Doremus, the revolt proved that belief in America and hope for America were not dead.
These rebels had most of them, before his election, believed in Buzz Windrip's fifteen points; believed that when he said he wanted to return the power pilfered 88 by the bankers and the industrialists 89 to the people, he more or less meant that he wanted to return the power of the bankers and industrialists to the people. As month by month they saw that they had been cheated with marked cards again, they were indignant; but they were busy with cornfield and sawmill and dairy and motor factory, and it took the impertinent idiocy 90 of demanding that they march down into the desert and help steal a friendly country to jab them into awakening 91 and into discovering that, while they had been asleep, they had been kidnaped by a small gang of criminals armed with high ideals, well-buttered words and a lot of machine guns.
So profound was the revolt that the Catholic Archbishop of California and the radical Ex-Governor of Minnesota found themselves in the same faction 12.
At first it was a rather comic outbreak--comic as the ill-trained, un-uniformed, confusedly thinking revolutionists of Massachusetts in 1776. President General Haik publicly jeered 92 at them as a "ridiculous rag-tag rebellion of hoboes too lazy to work." And at first they were unable to do anything more than scold like a flock of crows, throw bricks at detachments of M.M.'s and policemen, wreck 93 troop trains, and destroy the property of such honest private citizens as owned Corpo newspapers.
It was in August that the shock came, when General Emmanuel Coon, Chief of Staff of the regulars, flew from Washington to St. Paul, took command of Fort Snelling, and declared for Walt Trowbridge as Temporary President of the United States, to hold office until there should be a new, universal, and uncontrolled presidential election.
Trowbridge proclaimed acceptance--with the proviso that he should not be a candidate for permanent President.
By no means all of the regulars joined Coon's revolutionary troops. (There are two sturdy myths among the Liberals: that the Catholic Church is less Puritanical 94 and always more esthetic 95 than the Protestant; and that professional soldiers hate war more than do congressmen and old maids.) But there were enough regulars who were fed up with the exactions of greedy, mouth-dripping Corpo commissioners 96 and who threw in with General Coon so that immediately after his army of regulars and hastily trained Minnesota farmers had won the battle of Mankato, the forces at Leavenworth took control of Kansas City, and planned to march on St. Louis and Omaha; while in New York, Governor's Island and Fort Wadsworth looked on, neutral, as unmilitary-looking and mostly Jewish guerrillas seized the subways, power stations, and railway terminals.
But there the revolt halted, because in the America, which had so warmly praised itself for its "widespread popular free education," there had been so very little education, widespread, popular, free, or anything else, that most people did not know what they wanted--indeed knew about so few things to want at all.
There had been plenty of schoolrooms; there had been lacking only literate 97 teachers and eager pupils and school boards who regarded teaching as a profession worthy 98 of as much honor and pay as insurance-selling or embalming 99 or waiting on table. Most Americans had learned in school that God had supplanted 100 the Jews as chosen people by the Americans, and this time done the job much better, so that we were the richest, kindest, and cleverest nation living; that depressions were but passing headaches and that labor unions must not concern themselves with anything except higher wages and shorter hours and, above all, must not set up an ugly class struggle by combining politically; that, though foreigners tried to make a bogus mystery of them, politics were really so simple that any village attorney or any clerk in the office of a metropolitan 101 sheriff was quite adequately trained for them; and that if John D. Rockefeller or Henry Ford 102 had set his mind to it, he could have become the most distinguished statesman, composer, physicist 103, or poet in the land.
Even two-and-half years of despotism had not yet taught most electors humility 104, nor taught them much of anything except that it was unpleasant to be arrested too often.
So, after the first gay eruption 105 of rioting, the revolt slowed up. Neither the Corpos nor many of their opponents knew enough to formulate 106 a clear, sure theory of self-government, or irresistibly 107 resolve to engage in the sore labor of fitting themselves for freedom. . . . Even yet, after Windrip, most of the easy-going descendants of the wisecracking Benjamin Franklin had not learned that Patrick Henry's "Give me liberty or give me death" meant anything more than a high-school yell or a cigarette slogan.
The followers 108 of Trowbridge and General Coon--"The American Cooperative Commonwealth" they began to call themselves--did not lose any of the territory they had seized; they held it, driving out all Corpo agents, and now and then added a county or two. But mostly their rule, and equally the Corpos' rule, was as unstable 109 as politics in Ireland.
So the task of Walt Trowbridge, which in August had seemed finished, before October seemed merely to have begun. Doremus Jessup was called into Trowbridge's office, to hear from the chairman:
"I guess the time's come when we need Underground agents in the States with sense as well as guts 110. Report to General Barnes for service proselytizing 111 in Minnesota. Good luck, Brother Jessup! Try to persuade the orators 112 that are still holding out for Discipline and clubs that they ain't so much stalwart as funny!"
And all that Doremus thought was, "Kind of a nice fellow, Trowbridge. Glad to be working with him," as he set off on his new task of being a spy and professional hero without even any funny passwords to make the game romantic.
n.惊奇,惊讶
- All those around him looked at him with amazement.周围的人都对他投射出惊异的眼光。
- He looked at me in blank amazement.他带着迷茫惊诧的神情望着我。
adj.装饰的;作装饰用的;n.装饰品;观赏植物
- The stream was dammed up to form ornamental lakes.溪流用水坝拦挡起来,形成了装饰性的湖泊。
- The ornamental ironwork lends a touch of elegance to the house.铁艺饰件为房子略添雅致。
社会主义者( socialist的名词复数 )
- The socialists saw themselves as true heirs of the Enlightenment. 社会主义者认为自己是启蒙运动的真正继承者。
- The Socialists junked dogma when they came to office in 1982. 社会党人1982年上台执政后,就把其政治信条弃之不顾。
n.民主主义者,民主人士( democrat的名词复数 )
- The Democrats held a pep rally on Capitol Hill yesterday. 民主党昨天在国会山召开了竞选誓师大会。
- The democrats organize a filibuster in the senate. 民主党党员组织了阻挠议事。 来自《简明英汉词典》
n.苦恼,痛苦,不舒适;不幸;vt.使悲痛
- Nothing could alleviate his distress.什么都不能减轻他的痛苦。
- Please don't distress yourself.请你不要忧愁了。
长时间或辛苦地工作( toil的现在分词 ); 艰难缓慢地移动,跋涉
- The fiery orator contrasted the idle rich with the toiling working classes. 这位激昂的演说家把无所事事的富人同终日辛劳的工人阶级进行了对比。
- She felt like a beetle toiling in the dust. She was filled with repulsion. 她觉得自己像只甲虫在地里挣扎,心中涌满愤恨。
adv.恰好,正好,精确地,细致地
- It's precisely that sort of slick sales-talk that I mistrust.我不相信的正是那种油腔滑调的推销宣传。
- The man adjusted very precisely.那个人调得很准。
adj.演说的,雄辩的
- The award for the oratorical contest was made by a jury of nine professors. 演讲比赛的裁决由九位教授组成的评判委员会作出。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
- His oratorical efforts evoked no response in his audience. 他的雄辩在听众中不起反响。 来自辞典例句
v.立法,制定法律( legislate的现在分词 )
- Why are the senators sitting there without legislating? 为什么那些议员们做在那里不立法? 来自互联网
- From legislating and protecting peasant's interests organizationally. " 从立法和组织上保护农民利益。 来自互联网
adj.满意的,安心的,知足的
- He won't be contented until he's upset everyone in the office.不把办公室里的每个人弄得心烦意乱他就不会满足。
- The people are making a good living and are contented,each in his station.人民安居乐业。
a.真的,真正的;可靠的,可信的,有根据的
- This is an authentic news report. We can depend on it. 这是篇可靠的新闻报道, 我们相信它。
- Autumn is also the authentic season of renewal. 秋天才是真正的除旧布新的季节。
n.宗派,小集团;派别;派系斗争
- Faction and self-interest appear to be the norm.派系之争和自私自利看来非常普遍。
- I now understood clearly that I was caught between the king and the Bunam's faction.我现在完全明白自己已陷入困境,在国王与布纳姆集团之间左右为难。
n.页岩,泥板岩
- We can extract oil from shale.我们可以从页岩中提取石油。
- Most of the rock in this mountain is shale.这座山上大部分的岩石都是页岩。
adv.显然地;表面上,似乎
- An apparently blind alley leads suddenly into an open space.山穷水尽,豁然开朗。
- He was apparently much surprised at the news.他对那个消息显然感到十分惊异。
n.真诚,诚意;真实
- His sincerity added much more authority to the story.他的真诚更增加了故事的说服力。
- He tried hard to satisfy me of his sincerity.他竭力让我了解他的诚意。
v.屠杀,杀戮,屠宰( slaughter的第三人称单数 )
- These vast slaughters have since become notorious. 此后,这些大规模的屠杀,就变成了很不光彩的新闻。 来自辞典例句
- Remembered that despairs and hope that each other slaughters. 记得绝望和希望,彼此厮杀。 来自互联网
adj.决定了的,坚决的;明显的,明确的
- This gave them a decided advantage over their opponents.这使他们比对手具有明显的优势。
- There is a decided difference between British and Chinese way of greeting.英国人和中国人打招呼的方式有很明显的区别。
n.共和国,联邦,共同体
- He is the chairman of the commonwealth of artists.他是艺术家协会的主席。
- Most of the members of the Commonwealth are nonwhite.英联邦的许多成员国不是白人国家。
adj.坚决的,果敢的
- He was resolute in carrying out his plan.他坚决地实行他的计划。
- The Egyptians offered resolute resistance to the aggressors.埃及人对侵略者作出坚决的反抗。
n.合作关系,伙伴关系
- The company has gone into partnership with Swiss Bank Corporation.这家公司已经和瑞士银行公司建立合作关系。
- Martin has taken him into general partnership in his company.马丁已让他成为公司的普通合伙人。
n.说谎的人
- I know you for a thief and a liar!我算认识你了,一个又偷又骗的家伙!
- She was wrongly labelled a liar.她被错误地扣上说谎者的帽子。
n.恐龙( dinosaur的名词复数 );守旧落伍的人,过时落后的东西
- The brontosaurus was one of the largest of all dinosaurs. 雷龙是所有恐龙中最大的一种。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Dinosaurs have been extinct for millions of years. 恐龙绝种已有几百万年了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
adv. 野蛮地,残酷地
- The roses had been pruned back savagely. 玫瑰被狠狠地修剪了一番。
- He snarled savagely at her. 他向她狂吼起来。
adj.过分的;过度的
- More competition should help to drive down exorbitant phone charges.更多的竞争有助于降低目前畸高的电话收费。
- The price of food here is exorbitant. 这儿的食物价格太高。
n.雄鹿,雄兔;v.马离地跳跃
- The boy bent curiously to the skeleton of the buck.这个男孩好奇地弯下身去看鹿的骸骨。
- The female deer attracts the buck with high-pitched sounds.雌鹿以尖声吸引雄鹿。
荒野( wilderness的名词复数 ); 沙漠; (政治家)在野; 不再当政(或掌权)
- Antarctica is one of the last real wildernesses left on the earth. 南极洲是地球上所剩不多的旷野之一。
- Dartmoor is considered by many to be one of Britain's great nature wildernesses. Dartmoor被很多人认为是英国最大的荒原之一。
a.秘密的,不公开的
- She had always had a sneaking affection for him. 以前她一直暗暗倾心于他。
- She ducked the interviewers by sneaking out the back door. 她从后门偷偷溜走,躲开采访者。
n.关押,监禁,坐牢
- His sentence was commuted from death to life imprisonment.他的判决由死刑减为无期徒刑。
- He was sentenced to one year's imprisonment for committing bigamy.他因为犯重婚罪被判入狱一年。
n.(银行)出纳员( teller的名词复数 );(投票时的)计票员;讲故事等的人;讲述者
- The tellers were calculating the votes. 计票员正在统计票数。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The use of automatic tellers is particularly used in large cities. 在大城市里,还特别投入了自动出纳机。 来自辞典例句
n.悲哀,苦痛,不幸,困难;int.用来表达悲伤或惊慌
- Our two peoples are brothers sharing weal and woe.我们两国人民是患难与共的兄弟。
- A man is well or woe as he thinks himself so.自认祸是祸,自认福是福。
adj.注意的,专心的;关心(别人)的,殷勤的
- She was very attentive to her guests.她对客人招待得十分周到。
- The speaker likes to have an attentive audience.演讲者喜欢注意力集中的听众。
adv.积极地,勤奋地
- During this period all the students were actively participating.在这节课中所有的学生都积极参加。
- We are actively intervening to settle a quarrel.我们正在积极调解争执。
n.(生产、进出口等的)配额,(移民的)限额
- A restricted import quota was set for meat products.肉类产品设定了进口配额。
- He overfulfilled his production quota for two months running.他一连两个月超额完成生产指标。
n.martyr的复数形式;烈士( martyr的名词复数 );殉道者;殉教者;乞怜者(向人诉苦以博取同情)
- the early Christian martyrs 早期基督教殉道者
- They paid their respects to the revolutionary martyrs. 他们向革命烈士致哀。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
adj.有名的,声誉卓著的
- He was soon one of the most celebrated young painters in England.不久他就成了英格兰最负盛名的年轻画家之一。
- The celebrated violinist was mobbed by the audience.观众团团围住了这位著名的小提琴演奏家。
芜青( turnip的名词复数 ); 芜菁块根; 芜菁甘蓝块根; 怀表
- Well, I like turnips, tomatoes, eggplants, cauliflowers, onions and carrots. 噢,我喜欢大萝卜、西红柿、茄子、菜花、洋葱和胡萝卜。 来自魔法英语-口语突破(高中)
- This is turnip soup, made from real turnips. 这是大头菜汤,用真正的大头菜做的。
n.(营业性质的)店( salon的名词复数 );厅;沙龙(旧时在上流社会女主人家的例行聚会或聚会场所);(大宅中的)客厅
- He used to attend to his literary salons. 他过去常常去参加他的文学沙龙。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Conspiracy theories about Jewish financiers were the talk of Paris salons. 犹太金融家阴谋论成为巴黎沙龙的话题。 来自互联网
n.店铺,营业室;会客室,客厅
- She was lying on a small settee in the parlor.她躺在客厅的一张小长椅上。
- Is there a pizza parlor in the neighborhood?附近有没有比萨店?
adj.最后的,结局的,最终的
- Several schools face eventual closure.几所学校面临最终关闭。
- Both parties expressed optimism about an eventual solution.双方对问题的最终解决都表示乐观。
adj.不足的,太少的
- The rest of the old man's exiguous savings are donated to that boy.那老人微薄积蓄中的剩余部分都捐赠给了那个男孩。
- My secretary is a exiguous talent.我的秘书是个难得的人才。
adv.从前,以前
- We now enjoy these comforts of which formerly we had only heard.我们现在享受到了过去只是听说过的那些舒适条件。
- This boat was formerly used on the rivers of China.这船从前航行在中国内河里。
adj.应用的;v.应用,适用
- She plans to take a course in applied linguistics.她打算学习应用语言学课程。
- This cream is best applied to the face at night.这种乳霜最好晚上擦脸用。
v.凿( gouge的过去式和过去分词 );乱要价;(在…中)抠出…;挖出…
- The lion's claws had gouged a wound in the horse's side. 狮爪在马身一侧抓了一道深口。
- The lovers gouged out their names on the tree. 情人们把他们的名字刻在树上。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
adj.悲剧的,悲剧性的,悲惨的
- The effect of the pollution on the beaches is absolutely tragic.污染海滩后果可悲。
- Charles was a man doomed to tragic issues.查理是个注定不得善终的人。
adj.卓越的,杰出的,著名的
- Elephants are distinguished from other animals by their long noses.大象以其长长的鼻子显示出与其他动物的不同。
- A banquet was given in honor of the distinguished guests.宴会是为了向贵宾们致敬而举行的。
n.野蛮的行为,残忍,野蛮
- The brutality of the crime has appalled the public. 罪行之残暴使公众大为震惊。
- a general who was infamous for his brutality 因残忍而恶名昭彰的将军
n.小教堂,殡仪馆
- The nimble hero,skipped into a chapel that stood near.敏捷的英雄跳进近旁的一座小教堂里。
- She was on the peak that Sunday afternoon when she played in chapel.那个星期天的下午,她在小教堂的演出,可以说是登峰造极。
adj.傲慢的,自大的;夸大的;豪华的
- He was somewhat pompous and had a high opinion of his own capabilities.他有点自大,自视甚高。
- He is a good man underneath his pompous appearance. 他的外表虽傲慢,其实是个好人。
n.主教,(国际象棋)象
- He was a bishop who was held in reverence by all.他是一位被大家都尊敬的主教。
- Two years after his death the bishop was canonised.主教逝世两年后被正式封为圣者。
n.竖琴;天琴座
- She swept her fingers over the strings of the harp.她用手指划过竖琴的琴弦。
- He played an Irish melody on the harp.他用竖琴演奏了一首爱尔兰曲调。
abbr.harpsichord 拨弦古钢琴n.竖琴( harp的名词复数 )
- She continually harps on lack of money. 她总唠叨说缺钱。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- He could turn on the harps of the blessed. 他能召来天使的竖琴为他奏乐。 来自辞典例句
n.柳树( willow的名词复数 );柳木
- The willows along the river bank look very beautiful. 河岸边的柳树很美。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Willows are planted on both sides of the streets. 街道两侧种着柳树。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
v.(clave;cleaved)粘着,粘住;坚持;依恋
- It examines how the decision to quit gold or to cleave to it affected trade policies.论文分析了放弃或坚持金本位是如何影响贸易政策的。
- Those who cleave to the latter view include many conservative American politicians.坚持后一种观点的大多是美国的保守派政客。
adj.英勇的,豪侠的;(向女人)献殷勤的
- Huang Jiguang's gallant deed is known by all men. 黄继光的英勇事迹尽人皆知。
- These gallant soldiers will protect our country.这些勇敢的士兵会保卫我们的国家的。
adj.争论不休的;(指问题等)棘手的;争论不休的问题;烦恼的v.使烦恼( vex的过去式和过去分词 );使苦恼;使生气;详细讨论
- The conference spent days discussing the vexed question of border controls. 会议花了几天的时间讨论边境关卡这个难题。
- He was vexed at his failure. 他因失败而懊恼。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
痛哭,哭声( wail的名词复数 )
- The child burst into loud wails. 那个孩子突然大哭起来。
- Through this glaciated silence the white wails of the apartment fixed arbitrary planes. 在这冰封似的沉寂中,公寓的白色墙壁构成了一个个任意的平面。 来自英汉非文学 - 科幻
n.友谊,亲切,亲密
- Behind the mask of friendliness,I know he really dislikes me.在友善的面具后面,我知道他其实并不喜欢我。
- His manner was a blend of friendliness and respect.他的态度友善且毕恭毕敬。
adj.各种各样的,各色俱备的
- There's a bag of assorted sweets on the table.桌子上有一袋什锦糖果。
- He has always assorted with men of his age.他总是与和他年令相仿的人交往。
n.矮牵牛(花)( petunia的名词复数 )
- The petunias were already wilting in the hot sun. 在烈日下矮牵牛花已经开始枯萎了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. 那里有我的前廊我的枕头,我漂亮的紫色矮牵牛。 来自互联网
adv.整洁地,干净地,灵巧地,熟练地
- Sailors know how to wind up a long rope neatly.水手们知道怎样把一条大绳利落地缠好。
- The child's dress is neatly gathered at the neck.那孩子的衣服在领口处打着整齐的皱褶。
n./vt.(用)炸药(爆破)
- The workmen detonated the dynamite.工人们把炸药引爆了。
- The philosopher was still political dynamite.那位哲学家仍旧是政治上的爆炸性人物。
adv.高效率地,有能力地
- The worker oils the machine to operate it more efficiently.工人给机器上油以使机器运转更有效。
- Local authorities have to learn to allocate resources efficiently.地方政府必须学会有效地分配资源。
v.喋喋不休( babble的过去式和过去分词 );作潺潺声(如流水);含糊不清地说话;泄漏秘密
- He babbled the secret out to his friends. 他失口把秘密泄漏给朋友了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- She babbled a few words to him. 她对他说了几句不知所云的话。 来自《简明英汉词典》
adj.不祥的,可怕的,装腔作势的
- The present aspect of society is portentous of great change.现在的社会预示着重大变革的发生。
- There was nothing portentous or solemn about him.He was bubbling with humour.他一点也不装腔作势或故作严肃,浑身散发着幽默。
adj.悲惨的,痛苦的;可怜的,糟糕的
- It was miserable of you to make fun of him.你取笑他,这是可耻的。
- Her past life was miserable.她过去的生活很苦。
叮当声
- A carriage went jingling by with some reclining figure in it. 一辆马车叮当驶过,车上斜倚着一个人。 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
- Melanie did not seem to know, or care, that life was riding by with jingling spurs. 媚兰好像并不知道,或者不关心,生活正马刺丁当地一路驶过去了呢。
n.怨愤,忿恨
- All her feelings of resentment just came pouring out.她一股脑儿倾吐出所有的怨恨。
- She cherished a deep resentment under the rose towards her employer.她暗中对她的雇主怀恨在心。
adv.有求知欲地;好问地;奇特地
- He looked curiously at the people.他好奇地看着那些人。
- He took long stealthy strides. His hands were curiously cold.他迈着悄没声息的大步。他的双手出奇地冷。
n.集会,聚会,聚集
- He called on Mr. White to speak at the gathering.他请怀特先生在集会上讲话。
- He is on the wing gathering material for his novels.他正忙于为他的小说收集资料。
n.爱国者,爱国主义者
- He avowed himself a patriot.他自称自己是爱国者。
- He is a patriot who has won the admiration of the French already.他是一个已经赢得法国人敬仰的爱国者。
adj.审慎正直的,认真的,本着良心的
- He is a conscientious man and knows his job.他很认真负责,也很懂行。
- He is very conscientious in the performance of his duties.他非常认真地履行职责。
n.叛徒,卖国贼
- The traitor was finally found out and put in prison.那个卖国贼终于被人发现并被监禁了起来。
- He was sold out by a traitor and arrested.他被叛徒出卖而被捕了。
adj.不可靠的,有暗藏的危险的;adj.背叛的,背信弃义的
- The surface water made the road treacherous for drivers.路面的积水对驾车者构成危险。
- The frozen snow was treacherous to walk on.在冻雪上行走有潜在危险。
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