【有声英语文学名著】夜色温柔 Book 2(22)
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Tender Is the Night - Book Two
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Chapter 22
There were five people in the Quirinal bar after dinner, a high-class Italian frail 1 who sat on a stool making persistent 2 conversation against the bartender's bored: "Si … Si … Si," a light, snobbish 3 Egyptian who was lonely but chary 4 of the woman, and the two Americans.
Dick was always vividly 5 conscious of his surroundings, while Collis Clay lived vaguely 6, the sharpest impressions dissolving upon a recording 7 apparatus 8 that had early atrophied 9, so the former talked and the latter listened, like a man sitting in a breeze.
Dick, worn away by the events of the afternoon, was taking it out on the inhabitants of Italy. He looked around the bar as if he hoped an Italian had heard him and would resent his words.
"This afternoon I had tea with my sister-in-law at the Excelsior. We got the last table and two men came up and looked around for a table and couldn't find one. So one of them came up to us and said, 'Isn't this table reserved for the Princess Orsini?' and I said: 'There was no sign on it,' and he said: 'But I think it's reserved for the Princess Orsini.' I couldn't even answer him."
"What'd he do?"
"He retired 10." Dick switched around in his chair. "I don't like these people. The other day I left Rosemary for two minutes in front of a store and an officer started walking up and down in front of her, tipping his hat."
"I don't know," said Collis after a moment. "I'd rather be here than up in Paris with somebody picking your pocket every minute."
He had been enjoying himself, and he held out against anything that threatened to dull his pleasure.
"I don't know," he persisted. "I don't mind it here."
Dick evoked 12 the picture that the few days had imprinted 13 on his mind, and stared at it. The walk toward the American Express past the odorous confectioneries of the Via Nationale, through the foul 14 tunnel up to the Spanish Steps, where his spirit soared before the flower stalls and the house where Keats had died. He cared only about people; he was scarcely conscious of places except for their weather, until they had been invested with color by tangible 15 events. Rome was the end of his dream of Rosemary.
A bell-boy came in and gave him a note.
"I did not go to the party," it said. "I am in my room. We leave for Livorno early in the morning."
Dick handed the note and a tip to the boy.
"Tell Miss Hoyt you couldn't find me." Turning to Collis he suggested the Bonbonieri.
They inspected the tart 11 at the bar, granting her the minimum of interest exacted by her profession, and she stared back with bright boldness; they went through the deserted 16 lobby oppressed by draperies holding Victorian dust in stuffy 17 folds, and they nodded at the night concierge 18 who returned the gesture with the bitter servility peculiar 19 to night servants. Then in a taxi they rode along cheerless streets through a dank November night. There were no women in the streets, only pale men with dark coats buttoned to the neck, who stood in groups beside shoulders of cold stone.
"My God!" Dick sighed.
"What's a matter?"
"I was thinking of that man this afternoon: 'This table is reserved for the Princess Orsini.' Do you know what these old Roman families are? They're bandits, they're the ones who got possession of the temples and palaces after Rome went to pieces and preyed 20 on the people."
"I like Rome," insisted Collis. "Why won't you try the races?"
"I don't like races."
"But all the women turn out—"
"I know I wouldn't like anything here. I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon—down here everybody thinks he's Christ."
At the Bonbonieri they descended 21 to a panelled cabaret, hopelessly impermanent amid the cold stone. A listless band played a tango and a dozen couples covered the wide floor with those elaborate and dainty steps so offensive to the American eye. A surplus of waiters precluded 22 the stir and bustle 23 that even a few busy men can create; over the scene as its form of animation 24 brooded an air of waiting for something, for the dance, the night, the balance of forces which kept it stable, to cease. It assured the impressionable guest that whatever he was seeking he would not find it here.
This was plain as plain to Dick. He looked around, hoping his eye would catch on something, so that spirit instead of imagination could carry on for an hour. But there was nothing and after a moment he turned back to Collis. He had told Collis some of his current notions, and he was bored with his audience's short memory and lack of response. After half an hour of Collis he felt a distinct lesion of his own vitality 25.
They drank a bottle of Italian mousseaux, and Dick became pale and somewhat noisy. He called the orchestra leader over to their table; this was a Bahama Negro, conceited 26 and unpleasant, and in a few minutes there was a row.
"You asked me to sit down."
"All right. And I gave you fifty lire, didn't I?"
"All right. All right. All right."
"All right, I gave you fifty lire, didn't I? Then you come up and asked me to put some more in the horn!"
"You asked me to sit down, didn't you? Didn't you?"
"I asked you to sit down but I gave you fifty lire, didn't I?"
"All right. All right."
The Negro got up sourly and went away, leaving Dick in a still more evil humor. But he saw a girl smiling at him from across the room and immediately the pale Roman shapes around him receded 27 into decent, humble 28 perspective. She was a young English girl, with blonde hair and a healthy, pretty English face and she smiled at him again with an invitation he understood, that denied the flesh even in the act of tendering it.
"There's a quick trick or else I don't know bridge," said Collis.
Dick got up and walked to her across the room.
"Won't you dance?"
The middle-aged 29 Englishman with whom she was sitting said, almost apologetically: "I'm going out soon."
Sobered by excitement Dick danced. He found in the girl a suggestion of all the pleasant English things; the story of safe gardens ringed around by the sea was implicit 30 in her bright voice and as he leaned back to look at her, he meant what he said to her so sincerely that his voice trembled. When her current escort should leave, she promised to come and sit with them. The Englishman accepted her return with repeated apologies and smiles.
Back at his table Dick ordered another bottle of spumante.
"She looks like somebody in the movies," he said. "I can't think who." He glanced impatiently over his shoulder. "Wonder what's keeping her?"
"I'd like to get in the movies," said Collis thoughtfully. "I'm supposed to go into my father's business but it doesn't appeal to me much. Sit in an office in Birmingham for twenty years—"
His voice resisted the pressure of materialistic 31 civilization.
"Too good for it?" suggested Dick.
"No, I don't mean that."
"Yes, you do."
"How do you know what I mean? Why don't you practise as a doctor, if you like to work so much?"
Dick had made them both wretched by this time, but simultaneously 32 they had become vague with drink and in a moment they forgot; Collis left, and they shook hands warmly.
"Think it over," said Dick sagely 33.
"Think what over?"
"You know." It had been something about Collis going into his father's business—good sound advice.
Clay walked off into space. Dick finished his bottle and then danced with the English girl again, conquering his unwilling 34 body with bold revolutions and stern determined 35 marches down the floor. The most remarkable 36 thing suddenly happened. He was dancing with the girl, the music stopped—and she had disappeared.
"Have you seen her?"
"Seen who?"
"The girl I was dancing with. Su'nly disappeared. Must be in the building."
"No! No! That's the ladies' room."
He stood up by the bar. There were two other men there, but he could think of no way of starting a conversation. He could have told them all about Rome and the violent origins of the Colonna and Gaetani families but he realized that as a beginning that would be somewhat abrupt 37. A row of Yenci dolls on the cigar counter fell suddenly to the floor; there was a subsequent confusion and he had a sense of having been the cause of it, so he went back to the cabaret and drank a cup of black coffee. Collis was gone and the English girl was gone and there seemed nothing to do but go back to the hotel and lie down with his black heart. He paid his check and got his hat and coat.
There was dirty water in the gutters 38 and between the rough cobblestones; a marshy 39 vapor 40 from the Campagna, a sweat of exhausted 41 cultures tainted 42 the morning air. A quartet of taxi-drivers, their little eyes bobbing in dark pouches 43, surrounded him. One who leaned insistently 45 in his face he pushed harshly away.
"Quanto a Hotel Quirinal?"
"Cento lire."
Six dollars. He shook his head and offered thirty lire which was twice the day-time fare, but they shrugged 46 their shoulders as one pair, and moved off.
"Trente-cinque lire e mancie," he said firmly.
"Cento lire."
He broke into English.
"To go half a mile? You'll take me for forty lire."
"Oh, no."
He was very tired. He pulled open the door of a cab and got in.
"Hotel Quirinal!" he said to the driver who stood obstinately 47 outside the window. "Wipe that sneer 48 off your face and take me to the Quirinal."
"Ah, no."
Dick got out. By the door of the Bonbonieri some one was arguing with the taxi-drivers, some one who now tried to explain their attitude to Dick; again one of the men pressed close, insisting and gesticulating and Dick shoved him away.
"I want to go to the Quirinal Hotel."
"He says wan 49 huner lire," explained the interpreter.
"I understand. I'll give him fif'y lire. Go on away." This last to the insistent 44 man who had edged up once more. The man looked at him and spat 50 contemptuously.
The passionate 51 impatience 52 of the week leaped up in Dick and clothed itself like a flash in violence, the honorable, the traditional resource of his land; he stepped forward and slapped the man's face.
They surged about him, threatening, waving their arms, trying ineffectually to close in on him—with his back against the wall Dick hit out clumsily, laughing a little and for a few minutes the mock fight, an affair of foiled rushes and padded, glancing blows, swayed back and forth 53 in front of the door. Then Dick tripped and fell; he was hurt somewhere but he struggled up again wrestling in arms that suddenly broke apart. There was a new voice and a new argument but he leaned against the wall, panting and furious at the indignity 54 of his position. He saw there was no sympathy for him but he was unable to believe that he was wrong.
They were going to the police station and settle it there. His hat was retrieved 55 and handed to him, and with some one holding his arm lightly he strode around the corner with the taxi-men and entered a bare barrack where carabinieri lounged under a single dim light.
At a desk sat a captain, to whom the officious individual who had stopped the battle spoke 56 at length in Italian, at times pointing at Dick, and letting himself be interrupted by the taxi-men who delivered short bursts of invective 57 and denunciation. The captain began to nod impatiently. He held up his hand and the hydra-headed address, with a few parting exclamations 58, died away. Then he turned to Dick.
"Spick Italiano?" he asked.
"No."
"Spick Français?"
"Oui," said Dick, glowering 59.
"Alors. Écoute. Va au Quirinal. Espèce d'endormi. Écoute: vous êtes saoûl. Payez ce que le chauffeur 60 demande. Comprenez-vous?"
Diver shook his head.
"Non, je ne veux pas."
"Come?"
"Je paierai quarante lires. C'est bien assez."
The captain stood up.
"Écoute!" he cried portentously 61. "Vous êtes saoûl. Vous avez battu le chauffeur. Comme ci, comme ça." He struck the air excitedly with right hand and left, "C'est bon que je vous donne la liberté. Payez ce qu'il a dit—cento lire. Va au Quirinal."
Raging with humiliation 62, Dick stared back at him.
"All right." He turned blindly to the door—before him, leering and nodding, was the man who had brought him to the police station. "I'll go home," he shouted, "but first I'll fix this baby."
He walked past the staring carabinieri and up to the grinning face, hit it with a smashing left beside the jaw 63. The man dropped to the floor.
For a moment he stood over him in savage 64 triumph—but even as a first pang 65 of doubt shot through him the world reeled; he was clubbed down, and fists and boots beat on him in a savage tattoo 66. He felt his nose break like a shingle 67 and his eyes jerk as if they had snapped back on a rubber band into his head. A rib 68 splintered under a stamping heel. Momentarily he lost consciousness, regained 69 it as he was raised to a sitting position and his wrists jerked together with handcuffs. He struggled automatically. The plainclothes lieutenant 70 whom he had knocked down, stood dabbing 71 his jaw with a handkerchief and looking into it for blood; he came over to Dick, poised 72 himself, drew back his arm and smashed him to the floor.
When Doctor Diver lay quite still a pail of water was sloshed over him. One of his eyes opened dimly as he was being dragged along by the wrists through a bloody 73 haze 74 and he made out the human and ghastly face of one of the taxi-drivers.
"Go to the Excelsior hotel," he cried faintly. "Tell Miss Warren. Two hundred lire! Miss Warren. Due centi lire! Oh, you dirty—you God—"
Still he was dragged along through the bloody haze, choking and sobbing 75, over vague irregular surfaces into some small place where he was dropped upon a stone floor. The men went out, a door clanged, he was alone.
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Chapter 22
There were five people in the Quirinal bar after dinner, a high-class Italian frail 1 who sat on a stool making persistent 2 conversation against the bartender's bored: "Si … Si … Si," a light, snobbish 3 Egyptian who was lonely but chary 4 of the woman, and the two Americans.
Dick was always vividly 5 conscious of his surroundings, while Collis Clay lived vaguely 6, the sharpest impressions dissolving upon a recording 7 apparatus 8 that had early atrophied 9, so the former talked and the latter listened, like a man sitting in a breeze.
Dick, worn away by the events of the afternoon, was taking it out on the inhabitants of Italy. He looked around the bar as if he hoped an Italian had heard him and would resent his words.
"This afternoon I had tea with my sister-in-law at the Excelsior. We got the last table and two men came up and looked around for a table and couldn't find one. So one of them came up to us and said, 'Isn't this table reserved for the Princess Orsini?' and I said: 'There was no sign on it,' and he said: 'But I think it's reserved for the Princess Orsini.' I couldn't even answer him."
"What'd he do?"
"He retired 10." Dick switched around in his chair. "I don't like these people. The other day I left Rosemary for two minutes in front of a store and an officer started walking up and down in front of her, tipping his hat."
"I don't know," said Collis after a moment. "I'd rather be here than up in Paris with somebody picking your pocket every minute."
He had been enjoying himself, and he held out against anything that threatened to dull his pleasure.
"I don't know," he persisted. "I don't mind it here."
Dick evoked 12 the picture that the few days had imprinted 13 on his mind, and stared at it. The walk toward the American Express past the odorous confectioneries of the Via Nationale, through the foul 14 tunnel up to the Spanish Steps, where his spirit soared before the flower stalls and the house where Keats had died. He cared only about people; he was scarcely conscious of places except for their weather, until they had been invested with color by tangible 15 events. Rome was the end of his dream of Rosemary.
A bell-boy came in and gave him a note.
"I did not go to the party," it said. "I am in my room. We leave for Livorno early in the morning."
Dick handed the note and a tip to the boy.
"Tell Miss Hoyt you couldn't find me." Turning to Collis he suggested the Bonbonieri.
They inspected the tart 11 at the bar, granting her the minimum of interest exacted by her profession, and she stared back with bright boldness; they went through the deserted 16 lobby oppressed by draperies holding Victorian dust in stuffy 17 folds, and they nodded at the night concierge 18 who returned the gesture with the bitter servility peculiar 19 to night servants. Then in a taxi they rode along cheerless streets through a dank November night. There were no women in the streets, only pale men with dark coats buttoned to the neck, who stood in groups beside shoulders of cold stone.
"My God!" Dick sighed.
"What's a matter?"
"I was thinking of that man this afternoon: 'This table is reserved for the Princess Orsini.' Do you know what these old Roman families are? They're bandits, they're the ones who got possession of the temples and palaces after Rome went to pieces and preyed 20 on the people."
"I like Rome," insisted Collis. "Why won't you try the races?"
"I don't like races."
"But all the women turn out—"
"I know I wouldn't like anything here. I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon—down here everybody thinks he's Christ."
At the Bonbonieri they descended 21 to a panelled cabaret, hopelessly impermanent amid the cold stone. A listless band played a tango and a dozen couples covered the wide floor with those elaborate and dainty steps so offensive to the American eye. A surplus of waiters precluded 22 the stir and bustle 23 that even a few busy men can create; over the scene as its form of animation 24 brooded an air of waiting for something, for the dance, the night, the balance of forces which kept it stable, to cease. It assured the impressionable guest that whatever he was seeking he would not find it here.
This was plain as plain to Dick. He looked around, hoping his eye would catch on something, so that spirit instead of imagination could carry on for an hour. But there was nothing and after a moment he turned back to Collis. He had told Collis some of his current notions, and he was bored with his audience's short memory and lack of response. After half an hour of Collis he felt a distinct lesion of his own vitality 25.
They drank a bottle of Italian mousseaux, and Dick became pale and somewhat noisy. He called the orchestra leader over to their table; this was a Bahama Negro, conceited 26 and unpleasant, and in a few minutes there was a row.
"You asked me to sit down."
"All right. And I gave you fifty lire, didn't I?"
"All right. All right. All right."
"All right, I gave you fifty lire, didn't I? Then you come up and asked me to put some more in the horn!"
"You asked me to sit down, didn't you? Didn't you?"
"I asked you to sit down but I gave you fifty lire, didn't I?"
"All right. All right."
The Negro got up sourly and went away, leaving Dick in a still more evil humor. But he saw a girl smiling at him from across the room and immediately the pale Roman shapes around him receded 27 into decent, humble 28 perspective. She was a young English girl, with blonde hair and a healthy, pretty English face and she smiled at him again with an invitation he understood, that denied the flesh even in the act of tendering it.
"There's a quick trick or else I don't know bridge," said Collis.
Dick got up and walked to her across the room.
"Won't you dance?"
The middle-aged 29 Englishman with whom she was sitting said, almost apologetically: "I'm going out soon."
Sobered by excitement Dick danced. He found in the girl a suggestion of all the pleasant English things; the story of safe gardens ringed around by the sea was implicit 30 in her bright voice and as he leaned back to look at her, he meant what he said to her so sincerely that his voice trembled. When her current escort should leave, she promised to come and sit with them. The Englishman accepted her return with repeated apologies and smiles.
Back at his table Dick ordered another bottle of spumante.
"She looks like somebody in the movies," he said. "I can't think who." He glanced impatiently over his shoulder. "Wonder what's keeping her?"
"I'd like to get in the movies," said Collis thoughtfully. "I'm supposed to go into my father's business but it doesn't appeal to me much. Sit in an office in Birmingham for twenty years—"
His voice resisted the pressure of materialistic 31 civilization.
"Too good for it?" suggested Dick.
"No, I don't mean that."
"Yes, you do."
"How do you know what I mean? Why don't you practise as a doctor, if you like to work so much?"
Dick had made them both wretched by this time, but simultaneously 32 they had become vague with drink and in a moment they forgot; Collis left, and they shook hands warmly.
"Think it over," said Dick sagely 33.
"Think what over?"
"You know." It had been something about Collis going into his father's business—good sound advice.
Clay walked off into space. Dick finished his bottle and then danced with the English girl again, conquering his unwilling 34 body with bold revolutions and stern determined 35 marches down the floor. The most remarkable 36 thing suddenly happened. He was dancing with the girl, the music stopped—and she had disappeared.
"Have you seen her?"
"Seen who?"
"The girl I was dancing with. Su'nly disappeared. Must be in the building."
"No! No! That's the ladies' room."
He stood up by the bar. There were two other men there, but he could think of no way of starting a conversation. He could have told them all about Rome and the violent origins of the Colonna and Gaetani families but he realized that as a beginning that would be somewhat abrupt 37. A row of Yenci dolls on the cigar counter fell suddenly to the floor; there was a subsequent confusion and he had a sense of having been the cause of it, so he went back to the cabaret and drank a cup of black coffee. Collis was gone and the English girl was gone and there seemed nothing to do but go back to the hotel and lie down with his black heart. He paid his check and got his hat and coat.
There was dirty water in the gutters 38 and between the rough cobblestones; a marshy 39 vapor 40 from the Campagna, a sweat of exhausted 41 cultures tainted 42 the morning air. A quartet of taxi-drivers, their little eyes bobbing in dark pouches 43, surrounded him. One who leaned insistently 45 in his face he pushed harshly away.
"Quanto a Hotel Quirinal?"
"Cento lire."
Six dollars. He shook his head and offered thirty lire which was twice the day-time fare, but they shrugged 46 their shoulders as one pair, and moved off.
"Trente-cinque lire e mancie," he said firmly.
"Cento lire."
He broke into English.
"To go half a mile? You'll take me for forty lire."
"Oh, no."
He was very tired. He pulled open the door of a cab and got in.
"Hotel Quirinal!" he said to the driver who stood obstinately 47 outside the window. "Wipe that sneer 48 off your face and take me to the Quirinal."
"Ah, no."
Dick got out. By the door of the Bonbonieri some one was arguing with the taxi-drivers, some one who now tried to explain their attitude to Dick; again one of the men pressed close, insisting and gesticulating and Dick shoved him away.
"I want to go to the Quirinal Hotel."
"He says wan 49 huner lire," explained the interpreter.
"I understand. I'll give him fif'y lire. Go on away." This last to the insistent 44 man who had edged up once more. The man looked at him and spat 50 contemptuously.
The passionate 51 impatience 52 of the week leaped up in Dick and clothed itself like a flash in violence, the honorable, the traditional resource of his land; he stepped forward and slapped the man's face.
They surged about him, threatening, waving their arms, trying ineffectually to close in on him—with his back against the wall Dick hit out clumsily, laughing a little and for a few minutes the mock fight, an affair of foiled rushes and padded, glancing blows, swayed back and forth 53 in front of the door. Then Dick tripped and fell; he was hurt somewhere but he struggled up again wrestling in arms that suddenly broke apart. There was a new voice and a new argument but he leaned against the wall, panting and furious at the indignity 54 of his position. He saw there was no sympathy for him but he was unable to believe that he was wrong.
They were going to the police station and settle it there. His hat was retrieved 55 and handed to him, and with some one holding his arm lightly he strode around the corner with the taxi-men and entered a bare barrack where carabinieri lounged under a single dim light.
At a desk sat a captain, to whom the officious individual who had stopped the battle spoke 56 at length in Italian, at times pointing at Dick, and letting himself be interrupted by the taxi-men who delivered short bursts of invective 57 and denunciation. The captain began to nod impatiently. He held up his hand and the hydra-headed address, with a few parting exclamations 58, died away. Then he turned to Dick.
"Spick Italiano?" he asked.
"No."
"Spick Français?"
"Oui," said Dick, glowering 59.
"Alors. Écoute. Va au Quirinal. Espèce d'endormi. Écoute: vous êtes saoûl. Payez ce que le chauffeur 60 demande. Comprenez-vous?"
Diver shook his head.
"Non, je ne veux pas."
"Come?"
"Je paierai quarante lires. C'est bien assez."
The captain stood up.
"Écoute!" he cried portentously 61. "Vous êtes saoûl. Vous avez battu le chauffeur. Comme ci, comme ça." He struck the air excitedly with right hand and left, "C'est bon que je vous donne la liberté. Payez ce qu'il a dit—cento lire. Va au Quirinal."
Raging with humiliation 62, Dick stared back at him.
"All right." He turned blindly to the door—before him, leering and nodding, was the man who had brought him to the police station. "I'll go home," he shouted, "but first I'll fix this baby."
He walked past the staring carabinieri and up to the grinning face, hit it with a smashing left beside the jaw 63. The man dropped to the floor.
For a moment he stood over him in savage 64 triumph—but even as a first pang 65 of doubt shot through him the world reeled; he was clubbed down, and fists and boots beat on him in a savage tattoo 66. He felt his nose break like a shingle 67 and his eyes jerk as if they had snapped back on a rubber band into his head. A rib 68 splintered under a stamping heel. Momentarily he lost consciousness, regained 69 it as he was raised to a sitting position and his wrists jerked together with handcuffs. He struggled automatically. The plainclothes lieutenant 70 whom he had knocked down, stood dabbing 71 his jaw with a handkerchief and looking into it for blood; he came over to Dick, poised 72 himself, drew back his arm and smashed him to the floor.
When Doctor Diver lay quite still a pail of water was sloshed over him. One of his eyes opened dimly as he was being dragged along by the wrists through a bloody 73 haze 74 and he made out the human and ghastly face of one of the taxi-drivers.
"Go to the Excelsior hotel," he cried faintly. "Tell Miss Warren. Two hundred lire! Miss Warren. Due centi lire! Oh, you dirty—you God—"
Still he was dragged along through the bloody haze, choking and sobbing 75, over vague irregular surfaces into some small place where he was dropped upon a stone floor. The men went out, a door clanged, he was alone.
adj.身体虚弱的;易损坏的
- Mrs. Warner is already 96 and too frail to live by herself.华纳太太已经九十六岁了,身体虚弱,不便独居。
- She lay in bed looking particularly frail.她躺在床上,看上去特别虚弱。
adj.坚持不懈的,执意的;持续的
- Albert had a persistent headache that lasted for three days.艾伯特连续头痛了三天。
- She felt embarrassed by his persistent attentions.他不时地向她大献殷勤,使她很难为情。
adj.势利的,谄上欺下的
- She's much too snobbish to stay at that plain hotel.她很势利,不愿住在那个普通旅馆。
- I'd expected her to be snobbish but she was warm and friendly.我原以为她会非常势利,但她却非常热情和友好。
adj.谨慎的,细心的
- She started a chary descent of the stairs.她开始小心翼翼地下楼梯。
- She is chary of strangers.她见到陌生人会害羞。
adv.清楚地,鲜明地,生动地
- The speaker pictured the suffering of the poor vividly.演讲者很生动地描述了穷人的生活。
- The characters in the book are vividly presented.这本书里的人物写得栩栩如生。
adv.含糊地,暖昧地
- He had talked vaguely of going to work abroad.他含糊其词地说了到国外工作的事。
- He looked vaguely before him with unseeing eyes.他迷迷糊糊的望着前面,对一切都视而不见。
n.录音,记录
- How long will the recording of the song take?录下这首歌得花多少时间?
- I want to play you a recording of the rehearsal.我想给你放一下彩排的录像。
n.装置,器械;器具,设备
- The school's audio apparatus includes films and records.学校的视听设备包括放映机和录音机。
- They had a very refined apparatus.他们有一套非常精良的设备。
adj.萎缩的,衰退的v.(使)萎缩,(使)虚脱,(使)衰退( atrophy的过去式和过去分词 )
- Patients exercised their atrophied limbs in the swimming pool. 病人们在泳池里锻炼萎缩的四肢。 来自辞典例句
- Method: Using microwave tissue thermocoaqulation to make chronic tonsillitis coagulated and atrophied. 方法:采用微波热凝方法使慢性扁桃体炎组织凝固、萎缩。 来自互联网
adj.隐退的,退休的,退役的
- The old man retired to the country for rest.这位老人下乡休息去了。
- Many retired people take up gardening as a hobby.许多退休的人都以从事园艺为嗜好。
adj.酸的;尖酸的,刻薄的;n.果馅饼;淫妇
- She was learning how to make a fruit tart in class.她正在课上学习如何制作水果馅饼。
- She replied in her usual tart and offhand way.她开口回答了,用她平常那种尖酸刻薄的声调随口说道。
[医]诱发的
- The music evoked memories of her youth. 这乐曲勾起了她对青年时代的回忆。
- Her face, though sad, still evoked a feeling of serenity. 她的脸色虽然悲伤,但仍使人感觉安详。
v.盖印(imprint的过去式与过去分词形式)
- The terrible scenes were indelibly imprinted on his mind. 那些恐怖场面深深地铭刻在他的心中。
- The scene was imprinted on my mind. 那个场面铭刻在我的心中。 来自《简明英汉词典》
adj.污秽的;邪恶的;v.弄脏;妨害;犯规;n.犯规
- Take off those foul clothes and let me wash them.脱下那些脏衣服让我洗一洗。
- What a foul day it is!多么恶劣的天气!
adj.有形的,可触摸的,确凿的,实际的
- The policy has not yet brought any tangible benefits.这项政策还没有带来任何实质性的好处。
- There is no tangible proof.没有确凿的证据。
adj.荒芜的,荒废的,无人的,被遗弃的
- The deserted village was filled with a deathly silence.这个荒废的村庄死一般的寂静。
- The enemy chieftain was opposed and deserted by his followers.敌人头目众叛亲离。
adj.不透气的,闷热的
- It's really hot and stuffy in here.这里实在太热太闷了。
- It was so stuffy in the tent that we could sense the air was heavy with moisture.帐篷里很闷热,我们感到空气都是潮的。
n.管理员;门房
- This time the concierge was surprised to the point of bewilderment.这时候看门人惊奇到了困惑不解的地步。
- As I went into the dining-room the concierge brought me a police bulletin to fill out.我走进餐厅的时候,看门人拿来一张警察局发的表格要我填。
adj.古怪的,异常的;特殊的,特有的
- He walks in a peculiar fashion.他走路的样子很奇特。
- He looked at me with a very peculiar expression.他用一种很奇怪的表情看着我。
v.掠食( prey的过去式和过去分词 );掠食;折磨;(人)靠欺诈为生
- Remorse preyed upon his mind. 悔恨使他内心痛苦。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
- He had been unwise and it preyed on his conscience. 他做得不太明智,这一直让他良心不安。 来自辞典例句
a.为...后裔的,出身于...的
- A mood of melancholy descended on us. 一种悲伤的情绪袭上我们的心头。
- The path descended the hill in a series of zigzags. 小路呈连续的之字形顺着山坡蜿蜒而下。
v.阻止( preclude的过去式和过去分词 );排除;妨碍;使…行不通
- Abdication is precluded by the lack of a possible successor. 因为没有可能的继承人,让位无法实现。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The bad weather precluded me from attending the meeting. 恶劣的天气使我不能出席会议。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
v.喧扰地忙乱,匆忙,奔忙;n.忙碌;喧闹
- The bustle and din gradually faded to silence as night advanced.随着夜越来越深,喧闹声逐渐沉寂。
- There is a lot of hustle and bustle in the railway station.火车站里非常拥挤。
n.活泼,兴奋,卡通片/动画片的制作
- They are full of animation as they talked about their childhood.当他们谈及童年的往事时都非常兴奋。
- The animation of China made a great progress.中国的卡通片制作取得很大发展。
n.活力,生命力,效力
- He came back from his holiday bursting with vitality and good health.他度假归来之后,身强体壮,充满活力。
- He is an ambitious young man full of enthusiasm and vitality.他是个充满热情与活力的有远大抱负的青年。
adj.自负的,骄傲自满的
- He could not bear that they should be so conceited.他们这样自高自大他受不了。
- I'm not as conceited as so many people seem to think.我不像很多人认为的那么自负。
v.逐渐远离( recede的过去式和过去分词 );向后倾斜;自原处后退或避开别人的注视;尤指问题
- The floodwaters have now receded. 洪水现已消退。
- The sound of the truck receded into the distance. 卡车的声音渐渐在远处消失了。
adj.谦卑的,恭顺的;地位低下的;v.降低,贬低
- In my humble opinion,he will win the election.依我拙见,他将在选举中获胜。
- Defeat and failure make people humble.挫折与失败会使人谦卑。
adj.中年的
- I noticed two middle-aged passengers.我注意到两个中年乘客。
- The new skin balm was welcome by middle-aged women.这种新护肤香膏受到了中年妇女的欢迎。
a.暗示的,含蓄的,不明晰的,绝对的
- A soldier must give implicit obedience to his officers. 士兵必须绝对服从他的长官。
- Her silence gave implicit consent. 她的沉默表示默许。
a.唯物主义的,物质享乐主义的
- She made him both soft and materialistic. 她把他变成女性化而又实际化。
- Materialistic dialectics is an important part of constituting Marxism. 唯物辩证法是马克思主义的重要组成部分。
adv.同时发生地,同时进行地
- The radar beam can track a number of targets almost simultaneously.雷达波几乎可以同时追着多个目标。
- The Windows allow a computer user to execute multiple programs simultaneously.Windows允许计算机用户同时运行多个程序。
adv. 贤能地,贤明地
- Even the ones who understand may nod sagely. 即使对方知道这一点,也会一本正经地点头同意。
- Well, that's about all of the sagely advice this old grey head can come up with. 好了,以上就是我这个满头银发的老头儿给你们的充满睿智的忠告。
adj.不情愿的
- The natives were unwilling to be bent by colonial power.土著居民不愿受殖民势力的摆布。
- His tightfisted employer was unwilling to give him a raise.他那吝啬的雇主不肯给他加薪。
adj.坚定的;有决心的
- I have determined on going to Tibet after graduation.我已决定毕业后去西藏。
- He determined to view the rooms behind the office.他决定查看一下办公室后面的房间。
adj.显著的,异常的,非凡的,值得注意的
- She has made remarkable headway in her writing skills.她在写作技巧方面有了长足进步。
- These cars are remarkable for the quietness of their engines.这些汽车因发动机没有噪音而不同凡响。
adj.突然的,意外的;唐突的,鲁莽的
- The river takes an abrupt bend to the west.这河突然向西转弯。
- His abrupt reply hurt our feelings.他粗鲁的回答伤了我们的感情。
(路边)排水沟( gutter的名词复数 ); 阴沟; (屋顶的)天沟; 贫贱的境地
- Gutters lead the water into the ditch. 排水沟把水排到这条水沟里。
- They were born, they grew up in the gutters. 他们生了下来,以后就在街头长大。
adj.沼泽的
- In August 1935,we began our march across the marshy grassland. 1935年8月,我们开始过草地。
- The surrounding land is low and marshy. 周围的地低洼而多沼泽。
n.蒸汽,雾气
- The cold wind condenses vapor into rain.冷风使水蒸气凝结成雨。
- This new machine sometimes transpires a lot of hot vapor.这部机器有时排出大量的热气。
adj.极其疲惫的,精疲力尽的
- It was a long haul home and we arrived exhausted.搬运回家的这段路程特别长,到家时我们已筋疲力尽。
- Jenny was exhausted by the hustle of city life.珍妮被城市生活的忙乱弄得筋疲力尽。
adj.腐坏的;污染的;沾污的;感染的v.使变质( taint的过去式和过去分词 );使污染;败坏;被污染,腐坏,败坏
- The administration was tainted with scandal. 丑闻使得政府声名狼藉。
- He was considered tainted by association with the corrupt regime. 他因与腐败政府有牵连而名誉受损。 来自《简明英汉词典》
n.(放在衣袋里或连在腰带上的)小袋( pouch的名词复数 );(袋鼠等的)育儿袋;邮袋;(某些动物贮存食物的)颊袋
- Pouches are a peculiarity of marsupials. 腹袋是有袋动物的特色。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Under my eyes the pouches were heavy. 我眼睛下的眼袋很深。 来自《简明英汉词典》
adj.迫切的,坚持的
- There was an insistent knock on my door.我听到一阵急促的敲门声。
- He is most insistent on this point.他在这点上很坚持。
ad.坚持地
- Still Rhett did not look at her. His eyes were bent insistently on Melanie's white face. 瑞德还是看也不看她,他的眼睛死死地盯着媚兰苍白的脸。
- These are the questions which we should think and explore insistently. 怎样实现这一主体性等问题仍要求我们不断思考、探索。
vt.耸肩(shrug的过去式与过去分词形式)
- Sam shrugged and said nothing. 萨姆耸耸肩膀,什么也没说。
- She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. 她耸耸肩,装出一副无所谓的样子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
ad.固执地,顽固地
- He obstinately asserted that he had done the right thing. 他硬说他做得对。
- Unemployment figures are remaining obstinately high. 失业数字仍然顽固地居高不下。
v.轻蔑;嘲笑;n.嘲笑,讥讽的言语
- He said with a sneer.他的话中带有嘲笑之意。
- You may sneer,but a lot of people like this kind of music.你可以嗤之以鼻,但很多人喜欢这种音乐。
(wide area network)广域网
- The shared connection can be an Ethernet,wireless LAN,or wireless WAN connection.提供共享的网络连接可以是以太网、无线局域网或无线广域网。
n.口角,掌击;v.发出呼噜呼噜声
- Her parents always have spats.她的父母经常有些小的口角。
- There is only a spat between the brother and sister.那只是兄妹间的小吵小闹。
adj.热情的,热烈的,激昂的,易动情的,易怒的,性情暴躁的
- He is said to be the most passionate man.据说他是最有激情的人。
- He is very passionate about the project.他对那个项目非常热心。
n.不耐烦,急躁
- He expressed impatience at the slow rate of progress.进展缓慢,他显得不耐烦。
- He gave a stamp of impatience.他不耐烦地跺脚。
adv.向前;向外,往外
- The wind moved the trees gently back and forth.风吹得树轻轻地来回摇晃。
- He gave forth a series of works in rapid succession.他很快连续发表了一系列的作品。
n.侮辱,伤害尊严,轻蔑
- For more than a year we have suffered the indignity.在一年多的时间里,我们丢尽了丑。
- She was subjected to indignity and humiliation.她受到侮辱和羞辱。
v.取回( retrieve的过去式和过去分词 );恢复;寻回;检索(储存的信息)
- Yesterday I retrieved the bag I left in the train. 昨天我取回了遗留在火车上的包。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- He reached over and retrieved his jacket from the back seat. 他伸手从后座上取回了自己的夹克。 来自辞典例句
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说
- They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
- The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
n.痛骂,恶意抨击
- He retorted the invective on her.他用恶言讽刺还击她。
- His command of irony and invective was said to be very classic and lethal.据说他嬉笑怒骂的本领是极其杰出的,令人无法招架的。
n.呼喊( exclamation的名词复数 );感叹;感叹语;感叹词
- The visitors broke into exclamations of wonder when they saw the magnificent Great Wall. 看到雄伟的长城,游客们惊叹不已。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- After the will has been read out, angry exclamations aroused. 遗嘱宣读完之后,激起一片愤怒的喊声。 来自辞典例句
v.怒视( glower的现在分词 )
- The boy would not go, but stood at the door glowering at his father. 那男孩不肯走,他站在门口对他父亲怒目而视。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Then he withdrew to a corner and sat glowering at his wife. 然后他溜到一个角落外,坐在那怒视着他的妻子。 来自辞典例句
n.(受雇于私人或公司的)司机;v.为…开车
- The chauffeur handed the old lady from the car.这个司机搀扶这个老太太下汽车。
- She went out herself and spoke to the chauffeur.她亲自走出去跟汽车司机说话。
- The lamps had a portentously elastic swing with them. 那儿路面的街灯正带着一种不祥的弹性摇晃着呢! 来自英汉文学 - 双城记
- Louis surveyed me with his shrewd gray eyes and shook his head portentously. 鲁易用他狡猾的灰色眼睛打量着我,预示凶兆般地摇着头。 来自辞典例句
n.羞辱
- He suffered the humiliation of being forced to ask for his cards.他蒙受了被迫要求辞职的羞辱。
- He will wish to revenge his humiliation in last Season's Final.他会为在上个季度的决赛中所受的耻辱而报复的。
n.颚,颌,说教,流言蜚语;v.喋喋不休,教训
- He delivered a right hook to his opponent's jaw.他给了对方下巴一记右钩拳。
- A strong square jaw is a sign of firm character.强健的方下巴是刚毅性格的标志。
adj.野蛮的;凶恶的,残暴的;n.未开化的人
- The poor man received a savage beating from the thugs.那可怜的人遭到暴徒的痛打。
- He has a savage temper.他脾气粗暴。
n.剧痛,悲痛,苦闷
- She experienced a sharp pang of disappointment.她经历了失望的巨大痛苦。
- She was beginning to know the pang of disappointed love.她开始尝到了失恋的痛苦。
n.纹身,(皮肤上的)刺花纹;vt.刺花纹于
- I've decided to get my tattoo removed.我已经决定去掉我身上的纹身。
- He had a tattoo on the back of his hand.他手背上刺有花纹。
n.木瓦板;小招牌(尤指医生或律师挂的营业招牌);v.用木瓦板盖(屋顶);把(女子头发)剪短
- He scraped away the dirt,and exposed a pine shingle.他刨去泥土,下面露出一块松木瓦块。
- He hung out his grandfather's shingle.他挂出了祖父的行医招牌。
n.肋骨,肋状物
- He broke a rib when he fell off his horse.他从马上摔下来折断了一根肋骨。
- He has broken a rib and the doctor has strapped it up.他断了一根肋骨,医生已包扎好了。
复得( regain的过去式和过去分词 ); 赢回; 重回; 复至某地
- The majority of the people in the world have regained their liberty. 世界上大多数人已重获自由。
- She hesitated briefly but quickly regained her poise. 她犹豫片刻,但很快恢复了镇静。
n.陆军中尉,海军上尉;代理官员,副职官员
- He was promoted to be a lieutenant in the army.他被提升为陆军中尉。
- He prevailed on the lieutenant to send in a short note.他说动那个副官,递上了一张简短的便条进去。
石面凿毛,灰泥抛毛
- She was crying and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. 她一边哭一边用手绢轻按眼睛。
- Huei-fang was leaning against a willow, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. 四小姐蕙芳正靠在一棵杨柳树上用手帕揉眼睛。 来自子夜部分
a.摆好姿势不动的
- The hawk poised in mid-air ready to swoop. 老鹰在半空中盘旋,准备俯冲。
- Tina was tense, her hand poised over the telephone. 蒂娜心情紧张,手悬在电话机上。
adj.非常的的;流血的;残忍的;adv.很;vt.血染
- He got a bloody nose in the fight.他在打斗中被打得鼻子流血。
- He is a bloody fool.他是一个十足的笨蛋。
n.霾,烟雾;懵懂,迷糊;vi.(over)变模糊
- I couldn't see her through the haze of smoke.在烟雾弥漫中,我看不见她。
- He often lives in a haze of whisky.他常常是在威士忌的懵懂醉意中度过的。