【饥饿游戏】17
时间:2018-12-28 作者:英语课 分类:饥饿游戏(英文版)
英语课
By morning, I’ll be able to wash the damage done by the tears
from my face. But no tears come. I’m too tired or too numb 1 to
cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I
let the train rock me into oblivion.
Gray light is leaking through the curtains when the rapping
rouses me. I hear Effie Trinket’s voice, calling me to rise. “Up,
up, up! It’s going to be a big, big, big day!” I try and imagine,
for a moment, what it must be like inside that woman’s head.
What thoughts fill her waking hours? What dreams come to
her at night? I have no idea.
I put the green outfit 2 back on since it’s not really dirty, just
slightly crumpled 3 from spending the night on the floor. My
fingers trace the circle around the little gold mockingjay and I
think of the woods, and of my father, and of my mother and
Prim 4 waking up, having to get on with things.
I slept in the elaborate braided hair my mother did for the
reaping and it doesn’t look too bad, so I just leave it up. It
doesn’t matter. We can’t be far from the Capitol now. And
once we reach the city, my stylist will dictate 5 my look for the
opening ceremonies tonight anyway. I just hope I get one who
doesn’t think nudity is the last word in fashion.
As I enter the dining car, Effie Trinket brushes by me with a
cup of black coffee. She’s muttering obscenities under her
breath. Haymitch, his face puffy and red from the previous
day’s indulgences, is chuckling 6. Peeta holds a roll and looks
somewhat embarrassed.
“Sit down! Sit down!” says Haymitch, waving me over. The
moment I slide into my chair I’m served an enormous platter
of food. Eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes. A tureen of fruit sits
in ice to keep it chilled. The basket of rolls they set before me
would keep my family going for a week. There’s an elegant
glass of orange juice. At least, I think it’s orange juice. I’ve only
even tasted an orange once, at New Year’s when my father
bought one as a special treat. A cup of coffee. My mother
adores coffee, which we could almost never afford, but it only
tastes bitter and thin to me. A rich brown cup of something
I’ve never seen.
“They call it hot chocolate,” says Peeta. “It’s good.”
I take a sip 7 of the hot, sweet, creamy liquid and a shudder 8
runs through me. Even though the rest of the meal beckons 9, I
ignore it until I’ve drained my cup. Then I stuff down every
mouthful I can hold, which is a substantial amount, being careful
to not overdo 10 it on the richest stuff. One time, my mother
told me that I always eat like I’ll never see food again. And I
said, “I won’t unless I bring it home.” That shut her up.
When my stomach feels like it’s about to split open, I lean
back and take in my breakfast companions. Peeta is still eating,
breaking off bits of roll and dipping them in hot chocolate.
Haymitch hasn’t paid much attention to his platter, but he’s
knocking back a glass of red juice that he keeps thinning with
a clear liquid from a bottle. Judging by the fumes 11, it’s some
kind of spirit. I don’t know Haymitch, but I’ve seen him often
enough in the Hob, tossing handfuls of money on the counter
of the woman who sells white liquor. He’ll be incoherent by
the time we reach the Capitol.
I realize I detest 12 Haymitch. No wonder the District 12 tributes
never stand a chance. It isn’t just that we’ve been underfed
and lack training. Some of our tributes have still been
strong enough to make a go of it. But we rarely get sponsors
and he’s a big part of the reason why. The rich people who
back tributes — either because they’re betting on them or
simply for the bragging 13 rights of picking a winner — expect
someone classier than Haymitch to deal with.
“So, you’re supposed to give us advice,” I say to Haymitch.
“Here’s some advice. Stay alive,” says Haymitch, and then
bursts out laughing. I exchange a look with Peeta before I remember
I’m having nothing more to do with him. I’m surprised
to see the hardness in his eyes. He generally seems so
mild.
“That’s very funny,” says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes 14 out at
the glass in Haymitch’s hand. It shatters on the floor, sending
the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. “Only
not to us.”
Haymitch considers this a moment, then punches Peeta in
the jaw 15, knocking him from his chair. When he turns back to
reach for the spirits, I drive my knife into the table between
his hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers. I brace 16 myself
to deflect 17 his hit, but it doesn’t come. Instead he sits back
and squints 18 at us.
“Well, what’s this?” says Haymitch. “Did I actually get a pair
of fighters this year?”
Peeta rises from the floor and scoops 19 up a handful of ice
from under the fruit tureen. He starts to raise it to the red
mark on his jaw.
“No,” says Haymitch, stopping him. “Let the bruise 20 show.
The audience will think you’ve mixed it up with another tribute
before you’ve even made it to the arena 21.”
“That’s against the rules,” says Peeta.
from my face. But no tears come. I’m too tired or too numb 1 to
cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I
let the train rock me into oblivion.
Gray light is leaking through the curtains when the rapping
rouses me. I hear Effie Trinket’s voice, calling me to rise. “Up,
up, up! It’s going to be a big, big, big day!” I try and imagine,
for a moment, what it must be like inside that woman’s head.
What thoughts fill her waking hours? What dreams come to
her at night? I have no idea.
I put the green outfit 2 back on since it’s not really dirty, just
slightly crumpled 3 from spending the night on the floor. My
fingers trace the circle around the little gold mockingjay and I
think of the woods, and of my father, and of my mother and
Prim 4 waking up, having to get on with things.
I slept in the elaborate braided hair my mother did for the
reaping and it doesn’t look too bad, so I just leave it up. It
doesn’t matter. We can’t be far from the Capitol now. And
once we reach the city, my stylist will dictate 5 my look for the
opening ceremonies tonight anyway. I just hope I get one who
doesn’t think nudity is the last word in fashion.
As I enter the dining car, Effie Trinket brushes by me with a
cup of black coffee. She’s muttering obscenities under her
breath. Haymitch, his face puffy and red from the previous
day’s indulgences, is chuckling 6. Peeta holds a roll and looks
somewhat embarrassed.
“Sit down! Sit down!” says Haymitch, waving me over. The
moment I slide into my chair I’m served an enormous platter
of food. Eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes. A tureen of fruit sits
in ice to keep it chilled. The basket of rolls they set before me
would keep my family going for a week. There’s an elegant
glass of orange juice. At least, I think it’s orange juice. I’ve only
even tasted an orange once, at New Year’s when my father
bought one as a special treat. A cup of coffee. My mother
adores coffee, which we could almost never afford, but it only
tastes bitter and thin to me. A rich brown cup of something
I’ve never seen.
“They call it hot chocolate,” says Peeta. “It’s good.”
I take a sip 7 of the hot, sweet, creamy liquid and a shudder 8
runs through me. Even though the rest of the meal beckons 9, I
ignore it until I’ve drained my cup. Then I stuff down every
mouthful I can hold, which is a substantial amount, being careful
to not overdo 10 it on the richest stuff. One time, my mother
told me that I always eat like I’ll never see food again. And I
said, “I won’t unless I bring it home.” That shut her up.
When my stomach feels like it’s about to split open, I lean
back and take in my breakfast companions. Peeta is still eating,
breaking off bits of roll and dipping them in hot chocolate.
Haymitch hasn’t paid much attention to his platter, but he’s
knocking back a glass of red juice that he keeps thinning with
a clear liquid from a bottle. Judging by the fumes 11, it’s some
kind of spirit. I don’t know Haymitch, but I’ve seen him often
enough in the Hob, tossing handfuls of money on the counter
of the woman who sells white liquor. He’ll be incoherent by
the time we reach the Capitol.
I realize I detest 12 Haymitch. No wonder the District 12 tributes
never stand a chance. It isn’t just that we’ve been underfed
and lack training. Some of our tributes have still been
strong enough to make a go of it. But we rarely get sponsors
and he’s a big part of the reason why. The rich people who
back tributes — either because they’re betting on them or
simply for the bragging 13 rights of picking a winner — expect
someone classier than Haymitch to deal with.
“So, you’re supposed to give us advice,” I say to Haymitch.
“Here’s some advice. Stay alive,” says Haymitch, and then
bursts out laughing. I exchange a look with Peeta before I remember
I’m having nothing more to do with him. I’m surprised
to see the hardness in his eyes. He generally seems so
mild.
“That’s very funny,” says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes 14 out at
the glass in Haymitch’s hand. It shatters on the floor, sending
the bloodred liquid running toward the back of the train. “Only
not to us.”
Haymitch considers this a moment, then punches Peeta in
the jaw 15, knocking him from his chair. When he turns back to
reach for the spirits, I drive my knife into the table between
his hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers. I brace 16 myself
to deflect 17 his hit, but it doesn’t come. Instead he sits back
and squints 18 at us.
“Well, what’s this?” says Haymitch. “Did I actually get a pair
of fighters this year?”
Peeta rises from the floor and scoops 19 up a handful of ice
from under the fruit tureen. He starts to raise it to the red
mark on his jaw.
“No,” says Haymitch, stopping him. “Let the bruise 20 show.
The audience will think you’ve mixed it up with another tribute
before you’ve even made it to the arena 21.”
“That’s against the rules,” says Peeta.
1 numb
adj.麻木的,失去感觉的;v.使麻木
- His fingers were numb with cold.他的手冻得发麻。
- Numb with cold,we urged the weary horses forward.我们冻得发僵,催着疲惫的马继续往前走。
2 outfit
n.(为特殊用途的)全套装备,全套服装
- Jenney bought a new outfit for her daughter's wedding.珍妮为参加女儿的婚礼买了一套新装。
- His father bought a ski outfit for him on his birthday.他父亲在他生日那天给他买了一套滑雪用具。
3 crumpled
adj.拘泥形式的,一本正经的;n.循规蹈矩,整洁;adv.循规蹈矩地,整洁地
- She's too prim to enjoy rude jokes!她太古板,不喜欢听粗野的笑话!
- He is prim and precise in manner.他的态度一本正经而严谨
4 dictate
v.口授;(使)听写;指令,指示,命令
- It took him a long time to dictate this letter.口述这封信花了他很长时间。
- What right have you to dictate to others?你有什么资格向别人发号施令?
5 chuckling
轻声地笑( chuckle的现在分词 )
- I could hear him chuckling to himself as he read his book. 他看书时,我能听见他的轻声发笑。
- He couldn't help chuckling aloud. 他忍不住的笑了出来。 来自汉英文学 - 骆驼祥子
6 sip
v.小口地喝,抿,呷;n.一小口的量
- She took a sip of the cocktail.她啜饮一口鸡尾酒。
- Elizabeth took a sip of the hot coffee.伊丽莎白呷了一口热咖啡。
7 shudder
v.战粟,震动,剧烈地摇晃;n.战粟,抖动
- The sight of the coffin sent a shudder through him.看到那副棺材,他浑身一阵战栗。
- We all shudder at the thought of the dreadful dirty place.我们一想到那可怕的肮脏地方就浑身战惊。
8 beckons
v.(用头或手的动作)示意,召唤( beckon的第三人称单数 )
- He sent his ships wherever profit beckons. 他将船队派往赢利的那些地方。 来自辞典例句
- I believe history beckons again. 我认为现在历史又在召唤了。 来自辞典例句
9 overdo
vt.把...做得过头,演得过火
- Do not overdo your privilege of reproving me.不要过分使用责备我的特权。
- The taxi drivers' association is urging its members,who can work as many hours as they want,not to overdo it.出租车司机协会劝告那些工作时长不受限制的会员不要疲劳驾驶。
10 fumes
n.(强烈而刺激的)气味,气体
- The health of our children is being endangered by exhaust fumes. 我们孩子们的健康正受到排放出的废气的损害。
- Exhaust fumes are bad for your health. 废气对健康有害。
11 detest
vt.痛恨,憎恶
- I detest people who tell lies.我恨说谎的人。
- The workers detest his overbearing manner.工人们很讨厌他那盛气凌人的态度。
12 bragging
v.自夸,吹嘘( brag的现在分词 );大话
- He's always bragging about his prowess as a cricketer. 他总是吹嘘自己板球水平高超。 来自辞典例句
- Now you're bragging, darling. You know you don't need to brag. 这就是夸口,亲爱的。你明知道你不必吹。 来自辞典例句
13 lashes
n.鞭挞( lash的名词复数 );鞭子;突然猛烈的一击;急速挥动v.鞭打( lash的第三人称单数 );煽动;紧系;怒斥
- Mother always lashes out food for the children's party. 孩子们聚会时,母亲总是给他们许多吃的。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Never walk behind a horse in case it lashes out. 绝对不要跟在马后面,以防它突然猛踢。 来自《简明英汉词典》
14 jaw
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。
15 brace
n. 支柱,曲柄,大括号; v. 绷紧,顶住,(为困难或坏事)做准备
- My daughter has to wear a brace on her teeth. 我的女儿得戴牙套以矫正牙齿。
- You had better brace yourself for some bad news. 有些坏消息,你最好做好准备。
16 deflect
v.(使)偏斜,(使)偏离,(使)转向
- Never let a little problem deflect you.决不要因一点小问题就半途而废。
- They decided to deflect from the original plan.他们决定改变原计划。
17 squints
斜视症( squint的名词复数 ); 瞥
- The new cashier squints, has a crooked nose and very large ears. 新来的出纳斜眼、鹰钩鼻子,还有两只大耳朵。
- They both have squints. 他俩都是斜视。
18 scoops
n.小铲( scoop的名词复数 );小勺;一勺[铲]之量;(抢先刊载、播出的)独家新闻v.抢先报道( scoop的第三人称单数 );(敏捷地)抱起;抢先获得;用铲[勺]等挖(洞等)
- two scoops of mashed potato 两勺土豆泥
- I used three scoops of flour and one(scoop)of sugar. 我用了三杓面粉和一杓糖。 来自辞典例句