【有声英语文学名著】西线无战事(3)
时间:2019-02-16 作者:英语课 分类:有声英语文学名著
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All Quiet on the Western Front
by Erich Maria Remarque
Suddenly Kemmerich groans 1 and begins to gurgle.
I jump up, stumble outside and demand: "Where is the doctor? Where is the doctor?"
As I catch sight of the white apron 2 I seize hold of it: "Come quick, Franz Kemmerich is dying."
He frees himself and asks an orderly standing 3 by: "Which will that be?"
He says: "Bed 26, amputated thigh 4."
He sniffs 5: "How should I know anything about it, I've amputated five legs to-day"; he shoves me away, says to the hospital-orderly "You see to it," and hurries off to the operating room.
I tremble with rage as I go along with the orderly. The man looks at me and says: "One operation after another since five o'clock this morning. You know, to-day alone there have been sixteen deaths--yours is the seventeenth. There will probably be twenty altogether--"
I become faint, all at once I cannot do any more. I won't revile 6 any more, it is senseless, I could drop down and never rise up again.
We are by Kemmerich's bed. He is dead. The face is still wet from the tears. The eyes are half open and yellow like old horn buttons. The orderly pokes 8 me in the ribs 9, "Are you taking his things with you?" I nod.
He goes on: "We must take him away at once, we want the bed.
Outside they are lying on the floor."
I collect Kemmerich's things, and untie 10 his identification disc. The orderly asks about the paybook. I say that it is probably in the orderly-room, and go. Behind me they are already hauling Franz on to a waterproof 11 sheet.
Outside the door I am aware of the darkness and the wind as a deliverance. I breathe as deep as I can, and feel the breeze in my face, warm and soft as never before. Thoughts of girls, of flowery meadows, of white clouds suddenly come into my head. My feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go quicker, I run. Soldiers pass by me, I hear their voices without understanding. The earth is streaming with forces which pour into me through the soles of my feet. The night crackles electrically, the front thunders like a concert of drums. My limbs move supplely 12, I feel my joints 13 strong, I breathe the air deeply. The night lives, I live. I feel a hunger, greater than comes from the belly 14 alone.
Müller stands in front of the hut waiting for me. I give him the boots. We go in and he tries them on. They fit well.
He roots among his supplies and offers me a fine piece of saveloy. With it goes hot tea and rum.
THREE
Reinforcements have arrived. The vacancies 15 have been filled and the sacks of straw in the huts are already booked. Some of them are old hands, but there are twenty-five men of a later draught 16 from the base. They are about two years younger than us. Kropp nudges me: "Seen the infants?"
I nod. We stick out our chests, shave in the open, shove our hands in our pockets, inspect the recruits and feel ourselves stone-age veterans.
Katczinsky joins us. We stroll past the horseboxes and go over to the reinforcements, who are already being issued with gas masks and coffee.
"Long time since you've had anything decent to eat, eh?" Kat asks one of the youngsters.
He grimaces 17. "For breakfast, turnip-bread--lunch, turnip-stew--supper, turnip-cutlets and turnip-salad." Kat gives a knowing whistle.
"Bread made of turnips 18? You've been in luck, it's nothing new for it to be made of sawdust. But what do you say to haricot beans? Have some?"
The youngster turns red: "You can't kid me."
Katczinsky merely says: "Fetch your mess-tin."
We follow curiously 19. He takes us to a tub beside his straw sack. Sure enough it is half full of beef and beans. Katczinsky plants himself in front of it like a general and says: "Sharp eyes and light fingers! That's what the Prussians say."
We are surprised. "Great guts 20, Kat, how did you come by that?" I ask him.
"Ginger 21 was glad I took it. I gave him three pieces of parachute-silk for it. Cold beans taste fine, too."
Patronisingly he gives the youngster a portion and says: "Next time you come with your mess-tin have a cigar or a chew of tobacco in your other hand. Get me?" Then he turns to us. "You get off scot free, of course."
We couldn't do without Katczinsky; he has a sixth sense. There are such people everywhere but one does not appreciate it at first. Every company has one or two. Katczinsky is the smartest I know. By trade he is a cobbler, I believe, but that hasn't anything to do with it; he understands all trades. It's a good thing to be friends with him, as Kropp and I are, and Haie Westhus too, more or less. But Haie is rather the executive arm, operating under Kat's orders when things come to blows. For that he has his qualifications.
For example, we land at night in some entirely 22 unknown spot, a sorry hole, that has been eaten out to the very walls. We are quartered in a small dark factory adapted to the purpose. There are beds in it, or rather bunks 24--a couple of wooden beams over which wire netting is stretched.
Wire netting is hard. And there's nothing to put on it. Our waterproof sheets are too thin. We use our blankets to cover ourselves.
Kat looks at the place and then says to Haie Westhus "Come with me." They go off to explore.
Half an hour later they are back again with arms full of straw. Kat has found a horse-box with straw in it. Now we might sleep if we weren't so terribly hungry.
Kropp asks an artilleryman who has been some time in this neighbourhood: "Is there a canteen anywhere abouts?"
"Is there a what?" he laughs. "There's nothing to be had here. You won't find so much as a crust of bread here."
"Aren't there any inhabitants here at all then?"
He spits. "Yes, a few. But they hang round the cook-house and beg."
"That's a bad business!--Then we'll have to pull in our belts and wait till the rations 25 come up in the morning."
But I see Kat has put on his cap.
"Where to, Kat?" I ask.
"Just to explore the place a bit." He strolls off. The artilleryman grins scornfully. "Go ahead and explore. But don't strain yourself in carrying what you find."
Disappointed we lie down and consider whether we couldn't have a go at the iron rations. But it's too risky 26; so we try to get a wink 27 of sleep.
Kropp divides a cigarette and hands me half. Tjaden gives an account of his national dish--broad-beans and bacon. He despises it when not flavoured with bog-myrtle, and, "for God's sake, let it all be cooked together, not the potatoes, the beans, and the bacon separately." Someone growls 28 that he will pound Tjaden into bog-myrtle if he doesn't shut up. Then all becomes quiet in the big room--only the candles flickering 29 from the necks of a couple of bottles and the artilleryman spitting every now and then.
We are just dozing 30 off when the door opens and Kat appears. I think I must be dreaming; he has two loaves of bread under his arm and a bloodstained sandbag full of horse-flesh in his hand.
The artilleryman's pipe drops from his mouth. He feels the bread. "Real bread, by God, and still hot too?"
Kat gives no explanation. He has the bread, the rest doesn't matter. I'm sure that if he were planted down in the middle of the desert, in half an hour he would have gathered together a supper of roast meat, dates, and wine.
"Cut some wood," he says curtly 31 to Haie.
Then he hauls out a frying pan from under his coat, and a handful of salt as well as a lump of fat from his pocket. He has thought of everything. Haie makes a fire on the floor. It lights up the empty room of the factory. We climb out of bed.
The artilleryman hesitates. He wonders whether to praise Kat and so perhaps gam a little for himself. But Katczinsky doesn't even see him, he might as well be thin air. He goes off cursing.
Kat knows the way to roast horse-flesh so that it's tender. It shouldn't be put straight into the pan, that makes it tough. It should be boiled first in a little water. With our knives we squat 32 round in a circle and fill our bellies 33.
That is Kat. If for one hour in a year something eatable were to be had in some one place only, within that hour, as if moved by a vision, he would put on his cap, go out and walk directly there, as though following a compass, and find it.
He finds everything--if it is cold, a small stove and wood, hay and straw, a table and chairs--but above all food. It is uncanny; one would think he conjured 34 it out of the air. His masterpiece was four boxes of lobsters 35. Admittedly we would rather have had a good beef steak.
We have settled ourselves on the sunny side of the hut. There is a smell of tar 36, of summer, and of sweaty feet. Kat sits beside me. He likes to talk. Today we have done an hour's saluting 37 drill because Tjaden failed to salute 38 a major smartly enough. Kat can't get it out of his head.
"You take it from me, we are losing the war because we can salute too well," he says.
Kropp stalks up, with his breeches rolled up and his feet bare. He lays out his washed socks to dry on the grass. Kat turns his eyes to heaven, lets off a mighty 39 fart, and says meditatively 40: "Every little bean must be heard as well as seen."
The two begin to argue. At the same time they lay a bottle of beer on the result of an air-fight that's going on above us. Katczinsky won't budge 41 from the opinion which as an old Front-hog, he rhymes: Give 'em all the same grub and all the same pay And the war would be over and done in a day.
Kropp on the other hand is a thinker. He proposes that a declaration of war should be a kind of popular festival with entrance-tickets and bands, like a bull fight. Then in the arena 42 the ministers and generals of the two countries, dressed in bathing-drawers and armed with clubs, can have it out among themselves. Whoever survives, his country wins. That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting.
The subject is dropped. Then the conversation turns to drill.
A picture comes before me. Burning midday in the barrack-yard. The heat hangs over the square. The barracks are deserted 43. Every thing sleeps. All one hears is the drummers practising; they have installed themselves somewhere and practise brokenly, dully, monotonously 44. What a concord 45! Midday heat, barrack square, and drummers beating!
The windows of the barracks are empty and dark. From some of them trousers are hanging to dry. The rooms are cool and one looks toward them longingly 46.
O dark, musty platoon huts, with the iron bedsteads, the chequered bedding, the lockers 47 and the stools! Even you can become the object of desire; out here you have a faint resemblance to home; your rooms, full of the smell of stale food, sleep, smoke, and clothes.
Katczinsky paints it all in lively colours. What would we not give to be able to return to it!
Farther back than that our thoughts dare not go.
Those early morning hours of instruction--"What are the parts of the 98 rifle?"--the midday hours of physical training--"Pianist forward! By the right, quick march. Report to the cook-house for potato-peeling."
We indulge in reminiscences. Kropp laughs suddenly and says: "Change at Lohne!"
That was our corporal's favourite game. Lohne is a railway junction 48. In order that our fellows going on shouldn't get lost there, Himmelstoss used to practise the change in the barrack-room.
We had to learn that at Lohne, to reach the branch-line, we must pass through a subway. The beds represented the subway and each man stood at attention on the left side of his bed. Then came the command: "Change at Lohne!" and like lightning everyone scrambled 49 under the bed to the opposite side. We practised this for hours on end.
Meanwhile the German aeroplane has been shot down. Like a comet it bursts into a streamer of smoke and falls headlong. Kropp has lost the bottle of beer. Disgruntled he counts out the money from his wallet.
"Surely Himmelstoss was a very different fellow as a postman," say I, after Albert's disappointment has subsided 50. "Then how does it come that he's such a bully 51 as a drill-sergeant?"
The question revives Kropp, more particularly as he hears there's no more beer in the canteen.
"It's not only Himmelstoss, there are lots of them. As sure as they get a stripe or a star they become different men, just as though they'd swallowed concrete."
"That's the uniform," I suggest.
"Roughly speaking it is," says Kat, and prepares for a long speech; "but the root of the matter lies somewhere. For instance, if you train a dog to eat potatoes and then afterwards put a piece of meat in front of him, he'll snap at it, it's his nature. And if you give a man a little bit of authority he behaves just the same way, he snaps at it too. The things are precisely 52 the same. In himself man is essentially 53 a beast, only he butters it over like a slice of bread with a little decorum. The army is based on that; one man must always have power over the other. The mischief 54 is merely that each one has much too much power. A non-com, can torment 55 a private, a lieutenant 56 a non-com, a captain a lieutenant, until he goes mad. And because they know they can, they all soon acquire the habit more or less. Take a simple case: we are marching back from the parade-ground dog-tired. Then comes the order to sing. We sing spiritlessly, for it is all we can do to trudge 57 along with our rifles. At once the company is turned about and has to do another hour's drill as punishment.
On the march back the order to sing is given again, and once more we start. Now what's the use of all that? It's simply that the company commander's head has been turned by having so much power. And nobody blames him. On the contrary, he is praised for being strict. That, of course, is only a trifling 58 instance, but it holds also in very different affairs. Now I ask you: Let a man be whatever you like in peacetime, what occupation is there in which he can behave like that without getting a crack on the nose? He can only do that in the army. It goes to the heads of them all, you see. And the more insignificant 59 a man has been in civil life the worse it takes him."
"They say, of course, there must be discipline," ventures Kropp meditatively.
"True," growls Kat, "they always do. And it may be so; still it oughtn't to become an abuse. But you try to explain that to a black-smith or a labourer or a workman, you try to make that clear to a peasant--and that's what most of them are here. All he sees is that he has been put through the mill and sent to the front, but he knows well enough what he must do and what not. It's simply amazing, I tell you, that the ordinary tommy sticks it all up here in the front-line. Simply amazing!"
No one protests. Everyone knows that drill ceases only in the frontline and begins again a few miles behind, with all absurdities 60 of saluting and parade. It is an Iron law that the soldier must be employed under every circumstance.
Here Tjaden comes up with a flushed face. He is so excited that he stutters. Beaming with satisfaction he stammers 61 out: "Himmelstoss is on his way. He's coming to the front!"
Tjaden has a special grudge 62 against Himmelstoss, because of the way he educated him in the barracks. Tjaden wets his bed, he does it at night in his sleep. Himmelstoss maintained that it was sheer laziness and invented a method worthy 63 of himself for curing Tjaden.
He hunted up another piss-a-bed, named Kindervater, from a neighbouring unit, and quartered him with Tjaden. In the huts there were the usual bunks, one above the other in pairs, with mattresses 64 of wire netting. Himmelstoss put these two so that one occupied the upper and the other the lower bunk 23. The man underneath 65 of course had a vile 7 time. The next night they were changed over and the lower one put on top so that he could retaliate 66. That was Himmelstoss's system of selfeducation.
The idea was not low but ill-conceived. Unfortunately it accomplished 67 nothing because the first assumption was wrong: it was not laziness in either of them. Anyone who looked at their sallow skin could see that. The matter ended in one of them always sleeping on the floor, where he frequently caught cold.
Meanwhile Haie sits down beside us. He winks 68 at me and rubs his paws thoughtfully. We once spent the finest day of our army-life together--the day before we left for the front. We had been allotted 69 to one of the recently formed regiments 70, but were first to be sent back for equipment to the garrison 71, not to the reinforcement-depot, of course, but to another barracks. We were due to leave next morning early. In the evening we prepared ourselves to square accounts with Himmelstoss.
We had sworn for weeks past to do this. Kropp had even gone so far as to propose entering the postal 72 service in peacetime in order to be Himmelstoss's superior when he became a postman again. He revelled 73 in the thought of how he would grind him. It was this that made it impossible for him to crush us altogether--we always reckoned that later, at the end of the war, we would have our revenge on him.
In the meantime we decided 74 to give him a good hiding. What could he do to us anyhow if he didn't recognise us and we left early in the morning?
We knew which pub he used to visit every evening. Returning to the barracks he had to go along a dark, uninhabited road. There we waited for him behind a pile of stones. I had a bed-cover with me. We trembled with suspense 75, hoping he would be alone. At last we heard his footstep, which we recognised easily, so often had we heard it in the mornings as the door flew open and he bawled 76: "Get up!"
"Alone?" whispered Kropp.
"Alone."
I slipped round the pile of stones with Tjaden.
Himmelstoss seemed a little elevated; he was singing. His belt-buckle gleamed. He came on unsuspectingly.
We seized the bed-cover, made a quick leap, threw it over his head from behind and pulled it round him so that he stood there in a white sack unable to raise his arms. The singing stopped.
The next moment Haie Westhus was there, and spreading his arms he shoved us back in order to be first in. He put himself in position with evident satisfaction, raised his arm like a signal-mast and his hand like a coal-shovel and fetched such a blow on the white sack as would have felled an ox.
Himmelstoss was thrown down, he rolled five yards and started to yell. But we were prepared for that and had brought a cushion. Haie squatted 77 down, laid the cushion on his knees, felt where Himmelstoss's head was and pressed it down on the pillow. Immediately his voice was muffled 78.
Haie let him get a gasp 79 of air every so often, when he would give a mighty yell that was immediately hushed.
Tjaden unbuttoned Himmelstoss's braces 80 and pulled down his trousers, holding the whip meantime in his teeth. Then he stood up and set to work.
It was a wonderful picture: Himmelstoss on the ground; Haie bending over him with a fiendish grin and his mouth open with bloodlust, Himmelstoss's head on his knees; then the convulsed striped drawers, the knock knees, executing at every blow most original movements in the lowered breeches, and towering over them like a woodcutter the indefatigable 81 Tjaden. In the end we had to drag him away to get our turn.
Finally Haie stood Himmelstoss on his feet again and gave one last personal remonstrance 82. As he stretched out his right arm preparatory to giving him a box on the ear he looked as if he were going to reach down a star.
Himmelstoss toppled over. Haie stood him up again, made ready and fetched him a second, well-aimed beauty with the left hand. Himmelstoss yelled and made off on all fours. His striped postman's backside gleamed in the moonlight.
We disappeared at full speed.
Haie looked round once again and said wrathfully, satisfied and rather mysteriously: "Revenge is black-pudding."
Himmelstoss ought to have been pleased; his saying that we should each educate one another had borne fruit for himself. We had become successful students of his method.
He never discovered whom he had to thank for the business. At any rate he scored a bed-cover out of it; for when we returned a few hours later to look for it, it was no longer to be found.
That evening's work made us more or less content to leave next morning. And an old buffer 83 was pleased to describe us as "young heroes."
by Erich Maria Remarque
Suddenly Kemmerich groans 1 and begins to gurgle.
I jump up, stumble outside and demand: "Where is the doctor? Where is the doctor?"
As I catch sight of the white apron 2 I seize hold of it: "Come quick, Franz Kemmerich is dying."
He frees himself and asks an orderly standing 3 by: "Which will that be?"
He says: "Bed 26, amputated thigh 4."
He sniffs 5: "How should I know anything about it, I've amputated five legs to-day"; he shoves me away, says to the hospital-orderly "You see to it," and hurries off to the operating room.
I tremble with rage as I go along with the orderly. The man looks at me and says: "One operation after another since five o'clock this morning. You know, to-day alone there have been sixteen deaths--yours is the seventeenth. There will probably be twenty altogether--"
I become faint, all at once I cannot do any more. I won't revile 6 any more, it is senseless, I could drop down and never rise up again.
We are by Kemmerich's bed. He is dead. The face is still wet from the tears. The eyes are half open and yellow like old horn buttons. The orderly pokes 8 me in the ribs 9, "Are you taking his things with you?" I nod.
He goes on: "We must take him away at once, we want the bed.
Outside they are lying on the floor."
I collect Kemmerich's things, and untie 10 his identification disc. The orderly asks about the paybook. I say that it is probably in the orderly-room, and go. Behind me they are already hauling Franz on to a waterproof 11 sheet.
Outside the door I am aware of the darkness and the wind as a deliverance. I breathe as deep as I can, and feel the breeze in my face, warm and soft as never before. Thoughts of girls, of flowery meadows, of white clouds suddenly come into my head. My feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go quicker, I run. Soldiers pass by me, I hear their voices without understanding. The earth is streaming with forces which pour into me through the soles of my feet. The night crackles electrically, the front thunders like a concert of drums. My limbs move supplely 12, I feel my joints 13 strong, I breathe the air deeply. The night lives, I live. I feel a hunger, greater than comes from the belly 14 alone.
Müller stands in front of the hut waiting for me. I give him the boots. We go in and he tries them on. They fit well.
He roots among his supplies and offers me a fine piece of saveloy. With it goes hot tea and rum.
THREE
Reinforcements have arrived. The vacancies 15 have been filled and the sacks of straw in the huts are already booked. Some of them are old hands, but there are twenty-five men of a later draught 16 from the base. They are about two years younger than us. Kropp nudges me: "Seen the infants?"
I nod. We stick out our chests, shave in the open, shove our hands in our pockets, inspect the recruits and feel ourselves stone-age veterans.
Katczinsky joins us. We stroll past the horseboxes and go over to the reinforcements, who are already being issued with gas masks and coffee.
"Long time since you've had anything decent to eat, eh?" Kat asks one of the youngsters.
He grimaces 17. "For breakfast, turnip-bread--lunch, turnip-stew--supper, turnip-cutlets and turnip-salad." Kat gives a knowing whistle.
"Bread made of turnips 18? You've been in luck, it's nothing new for it to be made of sawdust. But what do you say to haricot beans? Have some?"
The youngster turns red: "You can't kid me."
Katczinsky merely says: "Fetch your mess-tin."
We follow curiously 19. He takes us to a tub beside his straw sack. Sure enough it is half full of beef and beans. Katczinsky plants himself in front of it like a general and says: "Sharp eyes and light fingers! That's what the Prussians say."
We are surprised. "Great guts 20, Kat, how did you come by that?" I ask him.
"Ginger 21 was glad I took it. I gave him three pieces of parachute-silk for it. Cold beans taste fine, too."
Patronisingly he gives the youngster a portion and says: "Next time you come with your mess-tin have a cigar or a chew of tobacco in your other hand. Get me?" Then he turns to us. "You get off scot free, of course."
We couldn't do without Katczinsky; he has a sixth sense. There are such people everywhere but one does not appreciate it at first. Every company has one or two. Katczinsky is the smartest I know. By trade he is a cobbler, I believe, but that hasn't anything to do with it; he understands all trades. It's a good thing to be friends with him, as Kropp and I are, and Haie Westhus too, more or less. But Haie is rather the executive arm, operating under Kat's orders when things come to blows. For that he has his qualifications.
For example, we land at night in some entirely 22 unknown spot, a sorry hole, that has been eaten out to the very walls. We are quartered in a small dark factory adapted to the purpose. There are beds in it, or rather bunks 24--a couple of wooden beams over which wire netting is stretched.
Wire netting is hard. And there's nothing to put on it. Our waterproof sheets are too thin. We use our blankets to cover ourselves.
Kat looks at the place and then says to Haie Westhus "Come with me." They go off to explore.
Half an hour later they are back again with arms full of straw. Kat has found a horse-box with straw in it. Now we might sleep if we weren't so terribly hungry.
Kropp asks an artilleryman who has been some time in this neighbourhood: "Is there a canteen anywhere abouts?"
"Is there a what?" he laughs. "There's nothing to be had here. You won't find so much as a crust of bread here."
"Aren't there any inhabitants here at all then?"
He spits. "Yes, a few. But they hang round the cook-house and beg."
"That's a bad business!--Then we'll have to pull in our belts and wait till the rations 25 come up in the morning."
But I see Kat has put on his cap.
"Where to, Kat?" I ask.
"Just to explore the place a bit." He strolls off. The artilleryman grins scornfully. "Go ahead and explore. But don't strain yourself in carrying what you find."
Disappointed we lie down and consider whether we couldn't have a go at the iron rations. But it's too risky 26; so we try to get a wink 27 of sleep.
Kropp divides a cigarette and hands me half. Tjaden gives an account of his national dish--broad-beans and bacon. He despises it when not flavoured with bog-myrtle, and, "for God's sake, let it all be cooked together, not the potatoes, the beans, and the bacon separately." Someone growls 28 that he will pound Tjaden into bog-myrtle if he doesn't shut up. Then all becomes quiet in the big room--only the candles flickering 29 from the necks of a couple of bottles and the artilleryman spitting every now and then.
We are just dozing 30 off when the door opens and Kat appears. I think I must be dreaming; he has two loaves of bread under his arm and a bloodstained sandbag full of horse-flesh in his hand.
The artilleryman's pipe drops from his mouth. He feels the bread. "Real bread, by God, and still hot too?"
Kat gives no explanation. He has the bread, the rest doesn't matter. I'm sure that if he were planted down in the middle of the desert, in half an hour he would have gathered together a supper of roast meat, dates, and wine.
"Cut some wood," he says curtly 31 to Haie.
Then he hauls out a frying pan from under his coat, and a handful of salt as well as a lump of fat from his pocket. He has thought of everything. Haie makes a fire on the floor. It lights up the empty room of the factory. We climb out of bed.
The artilleryman hesitates. He wonders whether to praise Kat and so perhaps gam a little for himself. But Katczinsky doesn't even see him, he might as well be thin air. He goes off cursing.
Kat knows the way to roast horse-flesh so that it's tender. It shouldn't be put straight into the pan, that makes it tough. It should be boiled first in a little water. With our knives we squat 32 round in a circle and fill our bellies 33.
That is Kat. If for one hour in a year something eatable were to be had in some one place only, within that hour, as if moved by a vision, he would put on his cap, go out and walk directly there, as though following a compass, and find it.
He finds everything--if it is cold, a small stove and wood, hay and straw, a table and chairs--but above all food. It is uncanny; one would think he conjured 34 it out of the air. His masterpiece was four boxes of lobsters 35. Admittedly we would rather have had a good beef steak.
We have settled ourselves on the sunny side of the hut. There is a smell of tar 36, of summer, and of sweaty feet. Kat sits beside me. He likes to talk. Today we have done an hour's saluting 37 drill because Tjaden failed to salute 38 a major smartly enough. Kat can't get it out of his head.
"You take it from me, we are losing the war because we can salute too well," he says.
Kropp stalks up, with his breeches rolled up and his feet bare. He lays out his washed socks to dry on the grass. Kat turns his eyes to heaven, lets off a mighty 39 fart, and says meditatively 40: "Every little bean must be heard as well as seen."
The two begin to argue. At the same time they lay a bottle of beer on the result of an air-fight that's going on above us. Katczinsky won't budge 41 from the opinion which as an old Front-hog, he rhymes: Give 'em all the same grub and all the same pay And the war would be over and done in a day.
Kropp on the other hand is a thinker. He proposes that a declaration of war should be a kind of popular festival with entrance-tickets and bands, like a bull fight. Then in the arena 42 the ministers and generals of the two countries, dressed in bathing-drawers and armed with clubs, can have it out among themselves. Whoever survives, his country wins. That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting.
The subject is dropped. Then the conversation turns to drill.
A picture comes before me. Burning midday in the barrack-yard. The heat hangs over the square. The barracks are deserted 43. Every thing sleeps. All one hears is the drummers practising; they have installed themselves somewhere and practise brokenly, dully, monotonously 44. What a concord 45! Midday heat, barrack square, and drummers beating!
The windows of the barracks are empty and dark. From some of them trousers are hanging to dry. The rooms are cool and one looks toward them longingly 46.
O dark, musty platoon huts, with the iron bedsteads, the chequered bedding, the lockers 47 and the stools! Even you can become the object of desire; out here you have a faint resemblance to home; your rooms, full of the smell of stale food, sleep, smoke, and clothes.
Katczinsky paints it all in lively colours. What would we not give to be able to return to it!
Farther back than that our thoughts dare not go.
Those early morning hours of instruction--"What are the parts of the 98 rifle?"--the midday hours of physical training--"Pianist forward! By the right, quick march. Report to the cook-house for potato-peeling."
We indulge in reminiscences. Kropp laughs suddenly and says: "Change at Lohne!"
That was our corporal's favourite game. Lohne is a railway junction 48. In order that our fellows going on shouldn't get lost there, Himmelstoss used to practise the change in the barrack-room.
We had to learn that at Lohne, to reach the branch-line, we must pass through a subway. The beds represented the subway and each man stood at attention on the left side of his bed. Then came the command: "Change at Lohne!" and like lightning everyone scrambled 49 under the bed to the opposite side. We practised this for hours on end.
Meanwhile the German aeroplane has been shot down. Like a comet it bursts into a streamer of smoke and falls headlong. Kropp has lost the bottle of beer. Disgruntled he counts out the money from his wallet.
"Surely Himmelstoss was a very different fellow as a postman," say I, after Albert's disappointment has subsided 50. "Then how does it come that he's such a bully 51 as a drill-sergeant?"
The question revives Kropp, more particularly as he hears there's no more beer in the canteen.
"It's not only Himmelstoss, there are lots of them. As sure as they get a stripe or a star they become different men, just as though they'd swallowed concrete."
"That's the uniform," I suggest.
"Roughly speaking it is," says Kat, and prepares for a long speech; "but the root of the matter lies somewhere. For instance, if you train a dog to eat potatoes and then afterwards put a piece of meat in front of him, he'll snap at it, it's his nature. And if you give a man a little bit of authority he behaves just the same way, he snaps at it too. The things are precisely 52 the same. In himself man is essentially 53 a beast, only he butters it over like a slice of bread with a little decorum. The army is based on that; one man must always have power over the other. The mischief 54 is merely that each one has much too much power. A non-com, can torment 55 a private, a lieutenant 56 a non-com, a captain a lieutenant, until he goes mad. And because they know they can, they all soon acquire the habit more or less. Take a simple case: we are marching back from the parade-ground dog-tired. Then comes the order to sing. We sing spiritlessly, for it is all we can do to trudge 57 along with our rifles. At once the company is turned about and has to do another hour's drill as punishment.
On the march back the order to sing is given again, and once more we start. Now what's the use of all that? It's simply that the company commander's head has been turned by having so much power. And nobody blames him. On the contrary, he is praised for being strict. That, of course, is only a trifling 58 instance, but it holds also in very different affairs. Now I ask you: Let a man be whatever you like in peacetime, what occupation is there in which he can behave like that without getting a crack on the nose? He can only do that in the army. It goes to the heads of them all, you see. And the more insignificant 59 a man has been in civil life the worse it takes him."
"They say, of course, there must be discipline," ventures Kropp meditatively.
"True," growls Kat, "they always do. And it may be so; still it oughtn't to become an abuse. But you try to explain that to a black-smith or a labourer or a workman, you try to make that clear to a peasant--and that's what most of them are here. All he sees is that he has been put through the mill and sent to the front, but he knows well enough what he must do and what not. It's simply amazing, I tell you, that the ordinary tommy sticks it all up here in the front-line. Simply amazing!"
No one protests. Everyone knows that drill ceases only in the frontline and begins again a few miles behind, with all absurdities 60 of saluting and parade. It is an Iron law that the soldier must be employed under every circumstance.
Here Tjaden comes up with a flushed face. He is so excited that he stutters. Beaming with satisfaction he stammers 61 out: "Himmelstoss is on his way. He's coming to the front!"
Tjaden has a special grudge 62 against Himmelstoss, because of the way he educated him in the barracks. Tjaden wets his bed, he does it at night in his sleep. Himmelstoss maintained that it was sheer laziness and invented a method worthy 63 of himself for curing Tjaden.
He hunted up another piss-a-bed, named Kindervater, from a neighbouring unit, and quartered him with Tjaden. In the huts there were the usual bunks, one above the other in pairs, with mattresses 64 of wire netting. Himmelstoss put these two so that one occupied the upper and the other the lower bunk 23. The man underneath 65 of course had a vile 7 time. The next night they were changed over and the lower one put on top so that he could retaliate 66. That was Himmelstoss's system of selfeducation.
The idea was not low but ill-conceived. Unfortunately it accomplished 67 nothing because the first assumption was wrong: it was not laziness in either of them. Anyone who looked at their sallow skin could see that. The matter ended in one of them always sleeping on the floor, where he frequently caught cold.
Meanwhile Haie sits down beside us. He winks 68 at me and rubs his paws thoughtfully. We once spent the finest day of our army-life together--the day before we left for the front. We had been allotted 69 to one of the recently formed regiments 70, but were first to be sent back for equipment to the garrison 71, not to the reinforcement-depot, of course, but to another barracks. We were due to leave next morning early. In the evening we prepared ourselves to square accounts with Himmelstoss.
We had sworn for weeks past to do this. Kropp had even gone so far as to propose entering the postal 72 service in peacetime in order to be Himmelstoss's superior when he became a postman again. He revelled 73 in the thought of how he would grind him. It was this that made it impossible for him to crush us altogether--we always reckoned that later, at the end of the war, we would have our revenge on him.
In the meantime we decided 74 to give him a good hiding. What could he do to us anyhow if he didn't recognise us and we left early in the morning?
We knew which pub he used to visit every evening. Returning to the barracks he had to go along a dark, uninhabited road. There we waited for him behind a pile of stones. I had a bed-cover with me. We trembled with suspense 75, hoping he would be alone. At last we heard his footstep, which we recognised easily, so often had we heard it in the mornings as the door flew open and he bawled 76: "Get up!"
"Alone?" whispered Kropp.
"Alone."
I slipped round the pile of stones with Tjaden.
Himmelstoss seemed a little elevated; he was singing. His belt-buckle gleamed. He came on unsuspectingly.
We seized the bed-cover, made a quick leap, threw it over his head from behind and pulled it round him so that he stood there in a white sack unable to raise his arms. The singing stopped.
The next moment Haie Westhus was there, and spreading his arms he shoved us back in order to be first in. He put himself in position with evident satisfaction, raised his arm like a signal-mast and his hand like a coal-shovel and fetched such a blow on the white sack as would have felled an ox.
Himmelstoss was thrown down, he rolled five yards and started to yell. But we were prepared for that and had brought a cushion. Haie squatted 77 down, laid the cushion on his knees, felt where Himmelstoss's head was and pressed it down on the pillow. Immediately his voice was muffled 78.
Haie let him get a gasp 79 of air every so often, when he would give a mighty yell that was immediately hushed.
Tjaden unbuttoned Himmelstoss's braces 80 and pulled down his trousers, holding the whip meantime in his teeth. Then he stood up and set to work.
It was a wonderful picture: Himmelstoss on the ground; Haie bending over him with a fiendish grin and his mouth open with bloodlust, Himmelstoss's head on his knees; then the convulsed striped drawers, the knock knees, executing at every blow most original movements in the lowered breeches, and towering over them like a woodcutter the indefatigable 81 Tjaden. In the end we had to drag him away to get our turn.
Finally Haie stood Himmelstoss on his feet again and gave one last personal remonstrance 82. As he stretched out his right arm preparatory to giving him a box on the ear he looked as if he were going to reach down a star.
Himmelstoss toppled over. Haie stood him up again, made ready and fetched him a second, well-aimed beauty with the left hand. Himmelstoss yelled and made off on all fours. His striped postman's backside gleamed in the moonlight.
We disappeared at full speed.
Haie looked round once again and said wrathfully, satisfied and rather mysteriously: "Revenge is black-pudding."
Himmelstoss ought to have been pleased; his saying that we should each educate one another had borne fruit for himself. We had become successful students of his method.
He never discovered whom he had to thank for the business. At any rate he scored a bed-cover out of it; for when we returned a few hours later to look for it, it was no longer to be found.
That evening's work made us more or less content to leave next morning. And an old buffer 83 was pleased to describe us as "young heroes."
n.呻吟,叹息( groan的名词复数 );呻吟般的声音v.呻吟( groan的第三人称单数 );发牢骚;抱怨;受苦
- There were loud groans when he started to sing. 他刚开始歌唱时有人发出了很大的嘘声。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- It was a weird old house, full of creaks and groans. 这是所神秘而可怕的旧宅,到处嘎吱嘎吱作响。 来自《简明英汉词典》
n.围裙;工作裙
- We were waited on by a pretty girl in a pink apron.招待我们的是一位穿粉红色围裙的漂亮姑娘。
- She stitched a pocket on the new apron.她在新围裙上缝上一只口袋。
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。
n.大腿;股骨
- He is suffering from a strained thigh muscle.他的大腿肌肉拉伤了,疼得很。
- The thigh bone is connected to the hip bone.股骨连着髋骨。
v.以鼻吸气,嗅,闻( sniff的第三人称单数 );抽鼻子(尤指哭泣、患感冒等时出声地用鼻子吸气);抱怨,不以为然地说
- When a dog smells food, he usually sniffs. 狗闻到食物时常吸鼻子。 来自辞典例句
- I-It's a difficult time [ Sniffs ] with my husband. 最近[哭泣]和我丈夫出了点问题。 来自电影对白
v.辱骂,谩骂
- No man should reproach,revile,or slander another man.人们不应羞辱,辱骂或诽谤他人。|||Some Muslim communities in East Africa revile dogs because they believe that canines ate the body of the Prophet Muhammad.一些东非的穆斯林团体会辱骂狗,因为他们相信是它们吃了先知穆罕默德的尸体。
adj.卑鄙的,可耻的,邪恶的;坏透的
- Who could have carried out such a vile attack?会是谁发起这么卑鄙的攻击呢?
- Her talk was full of vile curses.她的话里充满着恶毒的咒骂。
v.伸出( poke的第三人称单数 );戳出;拨弄;与(某人)性交
- He pokes his nose into everything. 他这人好管闲事。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
- Only the tip of an iceberg pokes up above water. 只有冰山的尖端突出于水面。 来自辞典例句
n.肋骨( rib的名词复数 );(船或屋顶等的)肋拱;肋骨状的东西;(织物的)凸条花纹
- He suffered cracked ribs and bruising. 他断了肋骨还有挫伤。
- Make a small incision below the ribs. 在肋骨下方切开一个小口。
vt.解开,松开;解放
- It's just impossible to untie the knot.It's too tight.这个结根本解不开。太紧了。
- Will you please untie the knot for me?请你替我解开这个结头,好吗?
n.防水材料;adj.防水的;v.使...能防水
- My mother bought me a waterproof watch.我妈妈给我买了一块防水手表。
- All the electronics are housed in a waterproof box.所有电子设备都储放在一个防水盒中。
接头( joint的名词复数 ); 关节; 公共场所(尤指价格低廉的饮食和娱乐场所) (非正式); 一块烤肉 (英式英语)
- Expansion joints of various kinds are fitted on gas mains. 各种各样的伸缩接头被安装在煤气的总管道上了。
- Expansion joints of various kinds are fitted on steam pipes. 各种各样的伸缩接头被安装在蒸气管道上了。
n.肚子,腹部;(像肚子一样)鼓起的部分,膛
- The boss has a large belly.老板大腹便便。
- His eyes are bigger than his belly.他眼馋肚饱。
n.空房间( vacancy的名词复数 );空虚;空白;空缺
- job vacancies 职位空缺
- The sign outside the motel said \"No Vacancies\". 汽车旅馆外的招牌显示“客满”。 来自《简明英汉词典》
n.拉,牵引,拖;一网(饮,吸,阵);顿服药量,通风;v.起草,设计
- He emptied his glass at one draught.他将杯中物一饮而尽。
- It's a pity the room has no north window and you don't get a draught.可惜这房间没北窗,没有过堂风。
n.(表蔑视、厌恶等)面部扭曲,鬼脸( grimace的名词复数 )v.扮鬼相,做鬼脸( grimace的第三人称单数 )
- Mr. Clark winked at the rude child making grimaces. 克拉克先生假装没有看见那个野孩子做鬼脸。 来自辞典例句
- The most ridiculous grimaces were purposely or unconsciously indulged in. 故意或者无心地扮出最滑稽可笑的鬼脸。 来自辞典例句
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。
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。
v.狼吞虎咽,贪婪地吃,飞碟游戏(比赛双方每组5人,相距15码,互相掷接飞碟);毁坏(建筑物等)的内部( gut的第三人称单数 );取出…的内脏n.勇气( gut的名词复数 );内脏;消化道的下段;肠
- I'll only cook fish if the guts have been removed. 鱼若已收拾干净,我只需烧一下即可。
- Barbara hasn't got the guts to leave her mother. 巴巴拉没有勇气离开她妈妈。 来自《简明英汉词典》
n.姜,精力,淡赤黄色;adj.淡赤黄色的;vt.使活泼,使有生气
- There is no ginger in the young man.这个年轻人没有精神。
- Ginger shall be hot in the mouth.生姜吃到嘴里总是辣的。
ad.全部地,完整地;完全地,彻底地
- The fire was entirely caused by their neglect of duty. 那场火灾完全是由于他们失职而引起的。
- His life was entirely given up to the educational work. 他的一生统统献给了教育工作。
n.(车、船等倚壁而设的)铺位;废话
- He left his bunk and went up on deck again.他离开自己的铺位再次走到甲板上。
- Most economists think his theories are sheer bunk.大多数经济学家认为他的理论纯属胡说。
n.(车、船等倚壁而设的)铺位( bunk的名词复数 );空话,废话v.(车、船等倚壁而设的)铺位( bunk的第三人称单数 );空话,废话
- These bunks can tip up and fold back into the wall. 这些铺位可以翻起来并折叠收入墙内。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- At last they turned into their little bunks in the cart. 最后他们都钻进车内的小卧铺里。 来自辞典例句
定量( ration的名词复数 ); 配给量; 正常量; 合理的量
- They are provisioned with seven days' rations. 他们得到了7天的给养。
- The soldiers complained that they were getting short rations. 士兵们抱怨他们得到的配给不够数。
adj.有风险的,冒险的
- It may be risky but we will chance it anyhow.这可能有危险,但我们无论如何要冒一冒险。
- He is well aware how risky this investment is.他心里对这项投资的风险十分清楚。
n.眨眼,使眼色,瞬间;v.眨眼,使眼色,闪烁
- He tipped me the wink not to buy at that price.他眨眼暗示我按那个价格就不要买。
- The satellite disappeared in a wink.瞬息之间,那颗卫星就消失了。
v.(动物)发狺狺声, (雷)作隆隆声( growl的第三人称单数 );低声咆哮着说
- The dog growls at me. 狗向我狂吠。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
- The loudest growls have echoed around emerging markets and commodities. 熊嚎之声响彻新兴的市场与商品。 来自互联网
adj.闪烁的,摇曳的,一闪一闪的
- The crisp autumn wind is flickering away. 清爽的秋风正在吹拂。
- The lights keep flickering. 灯光忽明忽暗。
adv.简短地
- He nodded curtly and walked away. 他匆忙点了一下头就走了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The request was curtly refused. 这个请求被毫不客气地拒绝了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
v.蹲坐,蹲下;n.蹲下;adj.矮胖的,粗矮的
- For this exercise you need to get into a squat.在这次练习中你需要蹲下来。
- He is a squat man.他是一个矮胖的男人。
n.肚子( belly的名词复数 );腹部;(物体的)圆形或凸起部份;腹部…形的
- They crawled along on their bellies. 他们匍匐前进。
- starving children with huge distended bellies 鼓着浮肿肚子的挨饿儿童
用魔术变出( conjure的过去式和过去分词 ); 祈求,恳求; 变戏法; (变魔术般地) 使…出现
- He conjured them with his dying breath to look after his children. 他临终时恳求他们照顾他的孩子。
- His very funny joke soon conjured my anger away. 他讲了个十分有趣的笑话,使得我的怒气顿消。
龙虾( lobster的名词复数 ); 龙虾肉
- I have no idea about how to prepare those cuttlefish and lobsters. 我对如何烹调那些乌贼和龙虾毫无概念。
- She sold me a couple of live lobsters. 她卖了几只活龙虾给我。
n.柏油,焦油;vt.涂或浇柏油/焦油于
- The roof was covered with tar.屋顶涂抹了一层沥青。
- We use tar to make roads.我们用沥青铺路。
v.欢迎,致敬( salute的现在分词 );赞扬,赞颂
- 'Thank you kindly, sir,' replied Long John, again saluting. “万分感谢,先生。”高个子约翰说着又行了个礼。 来自英汉文学 - 金银岛
- He approached the young woman and, without saluting, began at once to converse with her. 他走近那年青女郎,马上就和她攀谈起来了,连招呼都不打。 来自辞典例句
vi.行礼,致意,问候,放礼炮;vt.向…致意,迎接,赞扬;n.招呼,敬礼,礼炮
- Merchant ships salute each other by dipping the flag.商船互相点旗致敬。
- The Japanese women salute the people with formal bows in welcome.这些日本妇女以正式的鞠躬向人们施礼以示欢迎。
adj.强有力的;巨大的
- A mighty force was about to break loose.一股巨大的力量即将迸发而出。
- The mighty iceberg came into view.巨大的冰山出现在眼前。
adv.冥想地
- The old man looked meditatively at the darts board. 老头儿沉思不语,看着那投镖板。 来自英汉文学
- "Well,'said the foreman, scratching his ear meditatively, "we do need a stitcher. “这--"工头沉思地搔了搔耳朵。 "我们确实需要一个缝纫工。 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
v.移动一点儿;改变立场
- We tried to lift the rock but it wouldn't budge.我们试图把大石头抬起来,但它连动都没动一下。
- She wouldn't budge on the issue.她在这个问题上不肯让步。
n.竞技场,运动场所;竞争场所,舞台
- She entered the political arena at the age of 25. 她25岁进入政界。
- He had not an adequate arena for the exercise of his talents.他没有充分发挥其才能的场所。
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。
adv.单调地,无变化地
- The lecturer phrased monotonously. 这位讲师用词单调。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The maid, still in tears, sniffed monotonously. 侍女还在哭,发出单调的抽泣声。 来自辞典例句
n.和谐;协调
- These states had lived in concord for centuries.这些国家几个世纪以来一直和睦相处。
- His speech did nothing for racial concord.他的讲话对种族和谐没有作用。
n.寄物柜( locker的名词复数 )
- I care about more lockers for the teachers. 我关心教师要有更多的储物柜。 来自辞典例句
- Passengers are requested to stow their hand-baggage in the lockers above the seats. 旅客须将随身携带的行李放入座位上方的贮藏柜里。 来自辞典例句
n.连接,接合;交叉点,接合处,枢纽站
- There's a bridge at the junction of the two rivers.两河的汇合处有座桥。
- You must give way when you come to this junction.你到了这个路口必须让路。
v.快速爬行( scramble的过去式和过去分词 );攀登;争夺;(军事飞机)紧急起飞
- Each scrambled for the football at the football ground. 足球场上你争我夺。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
- He scrambled awkwardly to his feet. 他笨拙地爬起身来。 来自《简明英汉词典》
v.(土地)下陷(因在地下采矿)( subside的过去式和过去分词 );减弱;下降至较低或正常水平;一下子坐在椅子等上
- After the heavy rains part of the road subsided. 大雨过后,部分公路塌陷了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- By evening the storm had subsided and all was quiet again. 傍晚, 暴风雨已经过去,四周开始沉寂下来。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
n.恃强欺弱者,小流氓;vt.威胁,欺侮
- A bully is always a coward.暴汉常是懦夫。
- The boy gave the bully a pelt on the back with a pebble.那男孩用石子掷击小流氓的背脊。
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。
adv.本质上,实质上,基本上
- Really great men are essentially modest.真正的伟人大都很谦虚。
- She is an essentially selfish person.她本质上是个自私自利的人。
n.损害,伤害,危害;恶作剧,捣蛋,胡闹
- Nobody took notice of the mischief of the matter. 没有人注意到这件事情所带来的危害。
- He seems to intend mischief.看来他想捣蛋。
n.折磨;令人痛苦的东西(人);vt.折磨;纠缠
- He has never suffered the torment of rejection.他从未经受过遭人拒绝的痛苦。
- Now nothing aggravates me more than when people torment each other.没有什么东西比人们的互相折磨更使我愤怒。
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。
v.步履艰难地走;n.跋涉,费力艰难的步行
- It was a hard trudge up the hill.这趟上山是一次艰难的跋涉。
- The trudge through the forest will be tiresome.长途跋涉穿越森林会令人疲惫不堪。
adj.微不足道的;没什么价值的
- They quarreled over a trifling matter.他们为这种微不足道的事情争吵。
- So far Europe has no doubt, gained a real conveniency,though surely a very trifling one.直到现在为止,欧洲无疑地已经获得了实在的便利,不过那确是一种微不足道的便利。
adj.无关紧要的,可忽略的,无意义的
- In winter the effect was found to be insignificant.在冬季,这种作用是不明显的。
- This problem was insignificant compared to others she faced.这一问题与她面临的其他问题比较起来算不得什么。
n.极端无理性( absurdity的名词复数 );荒谬;谬论;荒谬的行为
- She has a sharp eye for social absurdities, and compassion for the victims of social change. 她独具慧眼,能够看到社会上荒唐的事情,对于社会变革的受害者寄以同情。 来自辞典例句
- The absurdities he uttered at the dinner party landed his wife in an awkward situation. 他在宴会上讲的荒唐话使他太太陷入窘境。 来自辞典例句
n.口吃,结巴( stammer的名词复数 )v.结巴地说出( stammer的第三人称单数 )
- She stammers when she feels nervous. 她紧张时就口吃。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The little child stammers in the presence of strangers. 那小孩在陌生人面前说话就结巴。 来自辞典例句
n.不满,怨恨,妒嫉;vt.勉强给,不情愿做
- I grudge paying so much for such inferior goods.我不愿花这么多钱买次品。
- I do not grudge him his success.我不嫉妒他的成功。
adj.(of)值得的,配得上的;有价值的
- I did not esteem him to be worthy of trust.我认为他不值得信赖。
- There occurred nothing that was worthy to be mentioned.没有值得一提的事发生。
褥垫,床垫( mattress的名词复数 )
- The straw mattresses are airing there. 草垫子正在那里晾着。
- The researchers tested more than 20 mattresses of various materials. 研究人员试验了二十多个不同材料的床垫。
adj.在...下面,在...底下;adv.在下面
- Working underneath the car is always a messy job.在汽车底下工作是件脏活。
- She wore a coat with a dress underneath.她穿着一件大衣,里面套着一条连衣裙。
v.报复,反击
- He sought every opportunity to retaliate against his enemy.他找机会向他的敌人反击。
- It is strictly forbidden to retaliate against the quality inspectors.严禁对质量检验人员进行打击报复。
adj.有才艺的;有造诣的;达到了的
- Thanks to your help,we accomplished the task ahead of schedule.亏得你们帮忙,我们才提前完成了任务。
- Removal of excess heat is accomplished by means of a radiator.通过散热器完成多余热量的排出。
v.使眼色( wink的第三人称单数 );递眼色(表示友好或高兴等);(指光)闪烁;闪亮
- I'll feel much better when I've had forty winks. 我打个盹就会感到好得多。
- The planes were little silver winks way out to the west. 飞机在西边老远的地方,看上去只是些很小的银色光点。 来自辞典例句
分配,拨给,摊派( allot的过去式和过去分词 )
- I completed the test within the time allotted . 我在限定的时间内完成了试验。
- Each passenger slept on the berth allotted to him. 每个旅客都睡在分配给他的铺位上。
(军队的)团( regiment的名词复数 ); 大量的人或物
- The three regiments are all under the command of you. 这三个团全归你节制。
- The town was garrisoned with two regiments. 该镇有两团士兵驻守。
n.卫戍部队;驻地,卫戍区;vt.派(兵)驻防
- The troops came to the relief of the besieged garrison.军队来援救被围的守备军。
- The German was moving to stiffen up the garrison in Sicily.德军正在加强西西里守军之力量。
adj.邮政的,邮局的
- A postal network now covers the whole country.邮路遍及全国。
- Remember to use postal code.勿忘使用邮政编码。
v.作乐( revel的过去式和过去分词 );狂欢;着迷;陶醉
- The foreign guests revelled in the scenery of the lake. 外宾们十分喜爱湖上的景色。 来自辞典例句
- He revelled in those moments of idleness stolen from his work. 他喜爱学习之余的闲暇时刻。 来自辞典例句
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.(对可能发生的事)紧张感,担心,挂虑
- The suspense was unbearable.这样提心吊胆的状况实在叫人受不了。
- The director used ingenious devices to keep the audience in suspense.导演用巧妙手法引起观众的悬念。
v.大叫,大喊( bawl的过去式和过去分词 );放声大哭;大声叫出;叫卖(货物)
- She bawled at him in front of everyone. 她当着大家的面冲他大喊大叫。
- My boss bawled me out for being late. 我迟到,给老板训斥了一顿。 来自《简明英汉词典》
v.像动物一样蹲下( squat的过去式和过去分词 );非法擅自占用(土地或房屋);为获得其所有权;而占用某片公共用地。
- He squatted down beside the footprints and examined them closely. 他蹲在脚印旁仔细地观察。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- He squatted in the grass discussing with someone. 他蹲在草地上与一个人谈话。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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