中英对照《麦田守望者》第八章
8
It was too late to call up for a cab or anything, so I walked the whole way to the station. It wasn't too far, but it was cold as hell, and the snow made it hard for walking, and my Gladstones kept banging hell out of my legs. I sort of enjoyed the air and all, though. The only trouble was, the cold made my nose hurt, and right under my upper lip, where old Stradlater'd laid one on me. He'd smacked my lip right on my teeth, and it was pretty sore. My ears were nice and warm, though. That hat I bought had earlaps in it, and I put them on--I didn't give a damn how I looked. Nobody was around anyway. Everybody was in the sack.
时间太晚，巳叫不到出租汽车，所以我就一直步行到车站。路并不远，可是天冷得要命，一路上的积雪很不好走，那两只手提箱还他妈的不住磕碰着我的大腿。不过我倒很欣赏外面的新鲜空气。唯一不好受的是，冷风吹得我鼻子疼痛，还有我上嘴唇底下也疼，那是斯特拉德莱塔打我一拳的地方。他打得我的嘴唇撞在牙齿上，所以那地方疼得厉害。我的耳朵倒挺暖和。我买的那顶帽子上面有耳罩，我把它放下了——我他妈的才不在乎好看不好看哩。可是路上没一个人。谁都上床啦。
I was quite lucky when I got to the station, because I only had to wait about ten minutes for a train. While I waited, I got some snow in my hand and washed my face with it. I still had quite a bit of blood on.
到了车站，我发现自己的运气还不错，因为只消等约莫十分钟就有火车。我等着的时候，就捧起一掬雪洗了下我的脸。我脸上还有不少血呢。
Usually I like riding on trains, especially at night, with the lights on and the windows so black, and one of those guys coming up the aisle selling coffee and sandwiches and magazines. I usually buy a ham sandwich and about four magazines. If I'm on a train at night, I can usually even read one of those dumb stories in a magazine without puking. You know. One of those stories with a lot of phony, lean-jawed guys named David in it, and a lot of phony girls named Linda or Marcia that are always lighting all the goddam Davids' pipes for them. I can even read one of those lousy stories on a train at night, usually. But this time, it was different. I just didn't feel like it. I just sort of sat and not did anything. All I did was take off my hunting hat and put it in my pocket.
通常我很喜欢坐火车，尤其是在夜里，车里点着灯，窗外一片漆黑，过道上不时有人卖咖啡、夹馅面包和杂志。我一般总是买一份火腿面包和四本杂志。我要是在晚上乘火车，通常还能看完杂志里某个无聊的故事而不至于作呕。你知道那故事。有一大堆叫大卫的瘦下巴的假惺惺人物，还有一大堆叫林达或玛莎的假惺惺姑娘，老是给大卫们点混帐的烟斗。我晚上乘火车，通常都能把这类混帐故事看完一个。可这一次情况不同了。我没那心情。我光是坐在那里，什么也不干。我光是脱下我那顶猎人帽，放在我的衣袋里。
All of a sudden, this lady got on at Trenton and sat down next to me. Practically the whole car was empty, because it was pretty late and all, but she sat down next to me, instead of an empty seat, because she had this big bag with her and I was sitting in the front seat.? She stuck the bag right out in the middle of the aisle, where the conductor and everybody could trip over it. She had these orchids on, like she'd just been to a big party or something. She was around forty or forty-five, I guess, but she was very good looking. Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that--although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle.
一霎时，有位太太从特兰敦上来，坐在我身旁。几乎整个车厢都空着，因为时间已经很晚，可她不去独坐个空位置，却一径坐到我身旁，原因是她带着一只大旅行袋，我又正好占着前面座位。她把那只旅行袋往过道中央一放，也不管列车员或者什么人走过都可能绊一交。她身上戴着兰花，好象刚赴了什么重大宴会出来。她年纪约在四十到四十五左右，我揣摩，可她长得十分漂亮。女人能要我的命。她们的确能。我并不是说我这人有色情狂之类的毛病——虽然我倒是十分好色。我只是喜欢女人，我是说。她们老是把她们的混帐旅行袋放在过道中央。
Anyway, we were sitting there, and all of a sudden she said to me, "Excuse me, but isn't that a Pencey Prep sticker?" She was looking up at my suitcases, up on the rack.
嗯，我们这么坐着，忽然她对我说：“对不起，这不是一张潘西中学的签条吗？”她正拿眼望着上面行李架上我的两只手提箱。
"Yes, it is," I said. She was right. I did have a goddam Pencey sticker on one of my Gladstones. Very corny, I'll admit.
“不错，”我说。她说得不错。我有一只手提箱上面的确贴着潘西的签条。看上去十分粗俗，我承认。
"Oh, do you go to Pencey?" she said. She had a nice voice. A nice telephone voice, mostly. She should've carried a goddam telephone around with her.
“哦，你在潘西念书吗？”她说。她的声音十分好听，很象电话里的好听声音。她身上大概带着一架混帐电话机呢。
"Yes, I do," I said.
“晤，不错，”我说。
"Oh, how lovely! Perhaps you know my son, then, Ernest Morrow? He goes to Pencey."
“哦，多好！你也许认得我儿子吧。欧纳斯特.摩罗？他也在潘西念书。”
"Yes, I do. He's in my class."
“晤，我认识他。他跟我同班。”
Her son was doubtless the biggest bastard that ever went to Pencey, in the whole crumby history of the school. He was always going down the corridor, after he'd had a shower, snapping his soggy old wet towel at people's asses. That's exactly the kind of a guy he was.
他儿子无疑是潘西有它那段混帐历史以来所招收到的最最混帐的学生。他洗完淋浴以后，老是在走廊上拿他的湿毛巾打别人的屁股。他完全是那样一种人。
"Oh, how nice!" the lady said. But not corny. She was just nice and all. "I must tell Ernest we met," she said. "May I ask your name, dear?"
“哦，多好啊！”那太太说。并不粗俗，而是和蔼可亲。“我一定要告诉欧纳斯特我遇见了你，”她说。“可以告诉我你的名字吗，亲爱的？”
"Rudolf Schmidt," I told her. I didn't feel like giving her my whole life history. Rudolf Schmidt was the name of the janitor of our dorm.
“鲁道尔夫.席密德，”我告诉她说。我并不想把我的一生经历都讲给她听。鲁道尔夫.席密德是我们宿舍看门人的名字。
"Do you like Pencey?" she asked me.
“你喜欢潘西吗？”她问我。
"Pencey? It's not too bad. It's not paradise or anything, but it's as good as most schools. Some of the faculty are pretty conscientious."?
“潘西？不算太坏。不是什么天堂，可也不比大多数的学校坏。有些教职人员倒是很正直。”
"Ernest just adores it."
“欧纳斯特简直崇拜它。”
"I know he does," I said. Then I started shooting the old crap around a little bit. "He adapts himself very well to things. He really does. I mean he really knows how to adapt himself."
“我知道他崇拜，”我说。接着我又信口开河了。“他很能适应环境。他真的能。我是说他真知道怎样适应环境。”
"Do you think so?" she asked me. She sounded interested as hell.
“你这样想吗？”她问我。听她的口气好象感兴趣极了。
"Ernest? Sure," I said. Then I watched her take off her gloves. Boy, was she lousy with rocks.
“欧纳斯特？当然啦，”我说。接着我看着她脱手套。嘿，她戴着一手的宝石哩。
"I just broke a nail, getting out of a cab," she said. She looked up at me and sort of smiled. She had a terrifically nice smile. She really did. Most people have hardly any smile at all, or a lousy one. "Ernest's father and I sometimes worry about him," she said. "We sometimes feel he's not a terribly good mixer."
“我打出租汽车里出来，不小心弄断了一个指甲，”她说。她抬头看了我一眼，微微一笑。她笑得漂亮极了。的确非常漂亮。有许多人简直不会笑，或者笑得很不雅观。“欧纳斯特的父亲和我有时很为他担心，”她说。“我们有时候觉得他不是个很好的交际家。”
"How do you mean?"
“你这话什么意思？”
"Well. He's a very sensitive boy. He's really never been a terribly good mixer with other boys. Perhaps he takes things a little more seriously than he should at his age."
“呃，这孩子十分敏感。他真的不会跟别的孩子相处。也许他看问题太严肃，不适于他的年龄。”
Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a goddam toilet seat.
敏感。简直笑死了我。摩罗那家伙敏感得就跟一只混帐马桶差不离。
I gave her a good look. She didn't look like any dope to me. She looked like she might have a pretty damn good idea what a bastard she was the mother of. But you can't always tell--with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane. The thing is, though, I liked old Morrow's mother. She was all right. "Would you care for a cigarette?" I asked her.
我仔细打量她一下。她看去不象是个傻瓜。看她样子，似乎应该知道她自己儿子是什么样的杂种。可是也很难说——我是说拿那些当母亲的来说。那些当母亲的全都有点儿神经病。不过，我倒是挺喜欢老摩罗的母亲。她看去挺不错。“你要抽支烟吗？”我问她。
She looked all around. "I don't believe this is a smoker, Rudolf," she said. Rudolf. That killed me.
她往四下里望了望。“我不信这是节吸烟车厢，鲁道尔夫，”她说。鲁道尔夫。真笑死了我。
"That's all right. We can smoke till they start screaming at us," I said. She took a cigarette off me, and I gave her a light.?
“没关系。我们可以抽到他们开始向咱们嚷起来，”我说。她就从我手里拿了支香烟，我给她点了火。
She looked nice, smoking. She inhaled and all, but she didn't wolf the smoke down, the way most women around her age do. She had a lot of charm. She had? quite a lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know.
她抽烟的样子很美。她把烟吸进去，可并不象她那年纪的大多数女人那样咽下去。她有不少迷人之处。她还有不少富于性感的地方，你要是真想知道的话。
She was looking at me sort of funny. I may be wrong but I believe your nose is bleeding, dear, she said, all of a sudden.
她用一种异样的眼光看着我。“也许我眼花了可我相信你的鼻子在流血呢，亲爱的，”她突然说。
I nodded and took out my handkerchief. "I got hit with a snowball," I said. "One of those very icy ones." I probably would've told her what really happened, but it would've taken too long. I liked her, though. I was beginning to feel sort of sorry I'd told her my name was Rudolf Schmidt. "Old Ernie," I said. "He's one of the most popular boys at Pencey. Did you know that?"
我点了点头，掏出了我的手绢。“我中了个雪球，”我说。“一个硬得象冰一样的雪球。”要不是说来话长，我也许会把真情实况全告诉她。不过我确实很喜欢她。我开始有点儿后悔不该告诉她我的名字叫鲁道尔夫.席密德。“老欧尼，”我说。“他是潘西最有人缘的学生之一。你知道吗？”
"No, I didn't."
“不，我不知道。”
I nodded. "It really took everybody quite a long time to get to know him. He's a funny guy. A strange guy, in lots of ways--know what I mean? Like when I first met him. When I first met him, I thought he was kind of a snobbish person. That's what I thought. But he isn't. He's just got this very original personality that takes you a little while to get to know him."
我点了点头。“不管是谁，的确要过很久才了解。他是个怪人。许多方面都很怪——懂得我的意思吗？就象我刚遇到他那样。我刚遇到他的时候，还当他是个势利小人哩。我当时是这样想的。他其实不是。只是他的个性很特别，你得跟他相处久了才能了解他。”
Old Mrs. Morrow didn't say anything, but boy, you should've seen her. I had her glued to her seat. You take somebody's mother, all they want to hear about is what a hot-shot their son is.
摩罗太大什么话也没说，可是，嘿，你真该见一下她当时的情景。我都把她胶住在位置上了。不管是谁家母亲，她们想要知道的，总是自己的儿子是个多么了不起的人物。
Then I really started chucking the old crap around. "Did he tell you about the elections?" I asked her. "The class elections?"
接着，我真正瞎扯起来。“他把选举的事告诉你了没有？”我问她。“班会选举？”
She shook her head. I had her in a trance, like. I really did.
她摇了摇头。我已经使她神魂颠倒了，好象是。她真有点神魂颠倒了。
"Well, a bunch of us wanted old Ernie to be president of the class. I mean he was the unanimous choice. I mean he was the only boy that could really handle the job," I said--boy, was I chucking it. "But this other boy--Harry Fencer--was elected. And the reason he was elected, the simple and obvious reason, was because Ernie wouldn't let us nominate him. Because he's so darn shy and modest and all. He refused. . . Boy, he's really shy. You oughta make him try to get over that." I looked at her. "Didn't he tell you about it?"
“呃，我们一大堆人全推选老欧尼当班长。我是说他是大家一致推选出来的。我是说只有他一个人才能真正担任这个工作。”我说——嘿，我真是越说越远啦。“可是另外那个学生——哈利.范里——当选了。他当选的原因是，那显而易见的原因是，欧尼怎么也不肯让我们给他提名。他真是腼腆谦虚得要命。他拒绝了……嘿，他真是腼腆。你应该帮助他克服这个缺点。”我瞅着她。“他告诉你这事没有？”
"No, he didn't."
“不，他没有。”
I nodded. "That's Ernie. He wouldn't. That's the one fault with him--he's too shy and modest. You really oughta get him to try to relax occasionally."
我点了点头。“这就是欧尼的为人。他不肯告诉人。他就是有这么个缺点——他太腼腆、也太谦虚了。你真应该让他随便点儿才是。”
Right that minute, the conductor came around for old Mrs. Morrow's ticket, and it gave me a chance to quit shooting it. I'm glad I shot it for a while, though. You take a guy like Morrow that's always snapping their towel at people's asses--really trying to hurt somebody with it--they don't just stay a rat while they're a kid. They stay a rat their whole life. But I'll bet, after all the crap I shot, Mrs. Morrow'll keep thinking of him now as this very shy, modest guy that wouldn't let us nominate him for president. She might. You can't tell. Mothers aren't too sharp about that stuff.
就在这当儿，列车员过来查看摩罗太太的票，我趁机不再往下吹了。不过我很高兴自己瞎吹了一通。象摩罗这样老是用毛巾独人屁股的家伙——他这样做，是真要打疼别人——他们不仅在孩提时候下作。他们一辈子都会下作。可我敢打赌，经我那么信口一吹，摩罗太太就会老以为他是个十分腼腆、十分谦虚的孩子，连我们提名选他做班长他都不肯。她大概会这样想的。那很难说。那些当母亲的对这类事情感觉都是不太灵敏的。
"Would you care for a cocktail?" I asked her. I was feeling in the mood for one myself. "We can go in the club car. All right?"
“你想喝杯鸡尾酒吗？”我问她。我自己心血来潮，很想喝一杯。“我们可以上餐车去。好不好？”
"Dear, are you allowed to order drinks?" she asked me. Not snotty, though. She was too charming and all to be snotty.
“亲爱的，你可以要酒喝吗？”她问我，不过问得并不卑鄙。她的一切都太迷人了，简直很难用上卑鄙二字。
"Well, no, not exactly, but I can usually get them on account of my heighth," I said. "And I have quite a bit of gray hair." I turned sideways and showed her my gray hair. It fascinated hell out of her. "C'mon, join me, why don't you?" I said. I'd've enjoyed having her.
“呃，不，严格说来不可以，可我因为长得高，一般总可以要到，”我说。“再说我还有不少白头发呢。”我把头侧向一边，露出我的白头发她看。她看了真乐得不可开交。“去吧，跟我一块儿去，成不成？”我说。我真希望有她陪我去。
"I really don't think I'd better. Thank you so much, though, dear," she said. "Anyway, the club car's most likely closed. It's quite late, you know." She was right. I'd forgotten all about what time it was.
“我真的不想喝。可我还是非常感谢你，亲爱的，”她说。“再说，餐车这会儿大概已停止营业。时间已经很晚了，你知道。”她说得不错。我完全忘记这会儿已是什么时候啦。
Then she looked at me and asked me what I was afraid she was going to ask me. "Ernest wrote that he'd be home on Wednesday, that Christmas vacation would start on Wednesday," she said. "I hope you weren't called home suddenly because of illness in the family." She really looked worried about it. She wasn't just being nosy, you could tell.
接着她看着我，问了我一个我一直怕她问的问题。“欧纳斯特信上说他将在屋期三回家，圣诞假期从星期三开始，”她说。“我希望你不是家里人生病，把你突然叫回去的吧。”她看去真的很担心。她不象是好管闲事，你看得出来。
"No, everybody's fine at home," I said. "It's me. I have to have this operation."
“不，家里人都很好，”我说。“是我自己。我得去动一下手术。”
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she said. She really was, too. I was right away sorry I'd said it, but it was too late.
“哦！我真替你难受，”她说。她也确实如此。我也马上后悔不该说这话，不过为时已经太晚。
"It isn't very serious. I have this tiny little tumor on the brain."
“情况不算严重。我脑子里长了个小小的瘤子。”
"Oh, no!" She put her hand up to her mouth and all. "Oh, I'll be all right and everything! It's right near the outside. And it's a very tiny one. They can take it out in about two minutes."
“哦，不会吧！”她举起一只手来捂住了嘴。” “哦，没什么危险！长得很靠外，而且非常小。要不了两分钟就能取出来。
Then I started reading this timetable I had in my pocket. Just to stop lying. Once I get started, I can go on for hours if I feel like it. No kidding. Hours.
然后我从袋里掏出火车时刻表观看。光是为了不让自己再继续撒谎。我一开口，只要情绪对头，就能一连胡扯几个小时。不开玩笑。几个小时。
We didn't talk too much after that. She started reading this Vogue she had with her, and I looked out the window for a while. She got off at Newark. She wished me a lot of luck with the operation and all. She kept calling me Rudolf. Then she invited me to visit Ernie during the summer, at Gloucester, Massachusetts. She said their house was right on the beach, and they had a tennis court and all, but I just thanked her and told her I was going to South America with my grandmother. Which was really a hot one, because my grandmother hardly ever even goes out of the house, except maybe to go to a goddam matinee or something. But I wouldn't visit that sonuvabitch Morrow for all the dough in the world, even if I was desperate.?
此后我们就不再怎么谈话。她开始阅读自己带来的那本《时尚》杂志，我往窗外眺望一会儿。她在纽瓦克下了车。她祝我手术进行得顺利。她不住地叫我鲁道尔夫。接着她请我明年夏天到马萨诸塞州的格洛斯特去看望欧尼。她说他们的别墅就在海滨，他们自己还有个网球场什么的，可我谢绝了，说我要跟我的祖母一块儿到南美去。这实在是弥天大谎，因为我祖母简直很少出屋子，除非出去看一场混帐日场戏什么的。可是即使把全世界的钱都给我，我也不愿去看望那个婊子养的摩罗——哪怕是在我穷极潦倒的时候。
中英对照《麦田守望者》第五章
5
We always had the same meal on Saturday nights at Pencey. It was supposed to be a big deal, because they gave you steak. I'll bet a thousand bucks the reason they did that was because a lot of guys' parents came up to school on Sunday, and old Thurmer probably figured everybody's mother would ask their darling boy what he had for dinner last night, and he'd say, "Steak." What a racket.
在潘西，一到星期六晚上我们总是吃同样的菜。这应该算是道好菜，因为他们给你吃牛排。我愿意拿出一千块钱打赌，他们之所以这样做，只是因为星期天总有不少学生家长来校，老绥摩大概认为每个学生的母亲都会问她们的宝贝儿子昨天晚饭吃些什么，他就会回答：“牛排。”多大的骗局。
?You should've seen the steaks. They were these little hard, dry jobs that you could hardly even cut. You always got these very lumpy mashed potatoes on steak night, and for dessert you got Brown Betty, which nobody ate, except maybe the little kids in the lower school that didn't know any better--and guys like Ackley that ate everything.
你应该看看那牛排的样子，全都又硬又干，连切都切不开。而且在吃牛排的晚上，总是给你有很多硬块的土豆泥，饭后点心也是苹果面包屑做的布丁，除了不懂事的低班小鬼和象阿克莱这类什么都吃的家伙以外，谁都不吃。
It was nice, though, when we got out of the dining room. There were about three inches of snow on the ground, and it was still coming down like a madman. It looked pretty as hell, and we all started throwing snowballs and horsing around all over the place. It was very childish, but everybody was really enjoying themselves.
可是我们一出餐厅，不禁高兴起来。地上的积雪已有约莫三英寸厚，上面还在疯狂地下个不停。那景色真是美极了。我们立刻打起雪仗来，东奔西跑闹着玩。的确很孩子气，不过每个人都玩得挺痛快。
I didn't have a date or anything, so I and this friend of mine, Mal Brossard, that was on the wrestling team, decided we'd take a bus into Agerstown and have a hamburger and maybe see a lousy movie. Neither of us felt like sitting around on our ass all night.?
我没有约会，就跟我的朋友马尔.勃罗萨德——那个参加摔交队的——商量定，打算搭公共汽车到埃杰斯镇去吃一客汉堡牛排，或者再看一场他妈的混帐电影。我们两个谁也不想在学校里烂屁股坐整整一晚。
I asked Mal if he minded if Ackley came along with us. The reason I asked was because Ackley never did anything on Saturday night, except stay in his room and squeeze his pimples or something. Mal said he didn't mind but that he wasn't too crazy about the idea. He didn't like Ackley much.
我问马尔能不能让阿克莱跟我们一块儿去，我之所以这样问，是因为阿克莱在星期六晚上什么事也不做，只是呆在自己房里，挤挤脸上的粉刺。马尔说能倒是能，不过他并不太感兴趣。他不怎么喜欢阿克莱。
?Anyway, we both went to our rooms to get ready and all, and while I was putting on my galoshes and crap, I yelled over and asked old Ackley if he wanted to go to the movies. He could hear me all right through the shower curtains, but he didn't answer me right away. He was the kind of a guy that hates to answer you right away. Finally he came over, through the goddam curtains, and stood on the shower ledge and asked who was going besides me.?
不管怎样，我们俩都各自回房收拾东西，我一边穿高筒橡皮套鞋什么的，一边大声嚷嚷着问老阿克莱去不去看电影。他从淋浴室门帘听得见我说话，可是他并不马上回答。他就是那样一种人，问他什么事都不肯马上回答。最后他从混帐门帘那儿过来了，站在淋浴台上，问我还有谁同去。
He always had to know who was going. I swear, if that guy was shipwrecked somewhere, and you rescued him in a goddam boat, he'd want to know who the guy was that was rowing it before he'd even get in. I told him Mal Brossard was going. He said, "That bastard . . . All right. Wait a second." You'd think he was doing you a big favor.
他老是打听什么人去什么地方。我敢发誓，这家伙要是在哪儿沉了船，你把他救到一只他妈的船里，他甚至在跨上救生船之前都要打听是哪个在划船。我告诉他说还有马尔．勃罗萨德同去。他说：“那杂种……好吧。等我一会儿。”听起来倒象是他在给你很大面子呢。
It took him about five hours to get ready. While he was doing it, I went over to my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good for packing. I didn't throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it.?
他总要过那么五个钟头才能收拾停当。在他收拾打扮的时候，我走到自己的窗口，打开窗，光着手捏了个雪球。这雪捏起雪球来真是好极了。不过我没往任何东西上扔。
At a car that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too. Finally I didn't throw it at anything. All I did was close the window and walk around the room with the snowball, packing it harder. A little while later, I still had it with me when I and Brossnad and Ackley got on the bus. The bus driver opened the doors and made me throw it out. I told him I wasn't going to chuck it at anybody, but he wouldn't believe me. People never believe you.
我本来要往一辆停在街对面的汽车上扔，可我后来改变了主意。那汽车看去那么白，那么漂亮。跟着我要往一个救火龙头上扔，可那东西也显得那么白，那么漂亮。最后我没往任何东西上扔，只是关了窗，在房间里走来走去，把雪球捏得硬上加硬。后来，我、勃罗萨德和阿克莱三个一起上公共汽车的时候，我手里还捏着那个雪球。公共汽车司机开了门，要我把雪球扔掉。我告诉他说我不会拿它扔任何人，可他不信。人们就是不信你的话。
Brossard and Ackley both had seen the picture that was playing, so all we did, we just had a couple of hamburgers and played the pinball machine for a little while, then took the bus back to Pencey. I didn't care about not seeing the movie, anyway. It was supposed to be a comedy, with Cary Grant in it, and all that crap. Besides, I'd been to the movies with Brossard and Ackley before. They both laughed like hyenas at stuff that wasn't even funny. I didn't even enjoy sitting next to them in the movies.
勃罗萨德和阿克莱两个都已看过正在上演的电影，所以我们只是吃了两客汉堡牛排，玩了会儿弹球机，随后乘公共汽车回潘西。我倒不在乎没看到电影。好象是个喜剧，凯利.格兰特主演，反正是那一套玩艺儿。再说，我过去也跟勃罗萨德和阿克莱一起看过电影，他们两个见了一些毫不可笑的事物，都会笑得象个疯子似的。我甚至不乐意坐在他们身旁看电影。
It was only about a quarter to nine when we got back to the dorm. Old Brossard was a bridge fiend, and he started looking around the dorm for a game. Old Ackley parked himself in my room, just for a change.?
我们回到宿舍里，还只八点四十五分。老勃罗萨德是个桥牌迷，一回到宿舍，就到处找人打牌去了。老阿克莱在我房里呆了会儿，只是为了换换口味。
Only, instead of sitting on the arm of Stradlater's chair, he laid down on my bed, with his face right on my pillow and all. He started talking in this very monotonous voice, and picking at all his pimples. I dropped about a thousand hints, but I couldn't get rid of him.?
不过这次他不是坐在斯特拉德莱塔椅子的扶手上，而是干脆躺在我的床上，他的整个脸儿还都贴在我的枕头上。他开始用极单调的声音嘟嘟哝哝地说起话来，同时一个劲儿挤着满脸的粉刺。我给了他总有一千个暗示，都没法把他打发走。
All he did was keep talking in this very monotonous voice about some babe he was supposed to have had sexual intercourse with the summer before. He'd already told me about it about a hundred times. Every time he told it, it was different. One minute he'd be giving it to her in his cousin's Buick, the next minute he'd be giving it to her under some boardwalk. It was all a lot of crap, naturally. He was a virgin if ever I saw one.?
他只顾用那种微单调的声音絮絮地谈着今年夏天他怎样跟一个小妞儿发生暖昧关系。这事他跟我说道总有一百遍了，每次说的都不一样。这一分钟说是在他表兄的别克牌汽车里跟她胡搞，下一分钟又说是在什么海滨木板路下面。全是一派胡言，自然啦。在我看来，他倒真是个不折不扣的童男。
I doubt if he ever even gave anybody a feel. Anyway, finally I had to come right out and tell him that I had to write a composition for Stradlater, and that he had to clear the hell out, so I could concentrate. He finally did, but he took his time about it, as usual. After he left, I put on my pajamas and bathrobe and my old hunting hat, and started writing the composition.
我怀疑他甚至连女人摸都不曾摸过一下哩。嗯，我最后不得不直截了当地告诉他说，我要替斯特拉德莱塔写一篇作文，他得他妈的给我出去，好让我凝神思索。他最后倒是出去了，可是跟往常一样磨蹭了半天才走。他走后，我换上睡衣和浴衣，戴上我那顶猎人帽，开始写起作文来。
The thing was, I couldn't think of a room or a house or anything to describe the way Stradlater said he had to have. I'm not too crazy about describing rooms and houses anyway. So what I did, I wrote about my brother Allie's baseball mitt.
问题是，我实在想不起有什么房间、屋子或者其他什么东西可以照斯特拉德莱塔说的那样加以描写。至少我自己对描写房屋之类的东西不太感兴趣。因此我索性描写起我弟弟艾里的垒球手套来。
?It was a very descriptive subject. It really was. My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. He was left-handed. The thing that was descriptive about it, though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up at bat.
这题目例极容易描写。的确容易。我弟弟是个用左手接球的外野手，所以那是只左手手套。描写这题目的动人之处在于手套的指头上、指缝里到处写着诗。用绿墨水写成。他写这些诗的目的，是呆在野上遇到没人攻球的时候可供阅读。
?He's dead now. He got leukemia and died when we were up in Maine, on July 18, 1946. You'd have liked him. He was two years younger than I was, but he was about fifty times as intelligent. He was terrifically intelligent. His teachers were always writing letters to my mother, telling her what a pleasure it was having a boy like Allie in their class.
他已经死了，是一九四六年七月十八日我们在缅因的时候患白血球病死的。你准会喜欢他。他比我小两岁，可比我聪明五十倍。他实在聪明过人。他的老师们老是写信给我母亲，告诉她班上有他那么个学生他们有多高兴。
?And they weren't just shooting the crap. They really meant it. But it wasn't just that he was the most intelligent member in the family. He was also the nicest, in lots of ways. He never got mad at anybody.?
而他们也决不是随便说说的。他们说的确是心里话。他不仅是全家最聪明的孩子，而且在许多方面还是最讨人喜欢的孩子。他从来不跟人发脾气。
People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair. I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I'd see Allie.?
大家都认为有红头发的人最最容易发脾气。可艾里从来不发脾气，他的头发倒是极红极红。我来告诉你他有什么样的红头发吧。我十岁就开始打高尔夫球，我还记得十二岁那年夏天，有一次正在打高尔夫球，我忽然觉得只要猛一转身，就会看见艾里。
So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence--there was this fence that went all around the course--and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off.?
我转身一看，果然不错，他正坐在篱笆外面的自行车上呢——围着高尔夫球场有道篱笆——他坐在离我约莫一百五十码的地方，在看我打球。
That's the kind of red hair he had. God, he was a nice kid, though. He used to laugh so hard at something he thought of at the dinner table that he just about fell off his chair. I was only thirteen, and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all, because I broke all the windows in the garage. I don't blame them. I really don't. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it.?
他就有那样的红头发。可是天哪，他真是个好孩子，嘿。他往往在饭桌上忽然想起什么，一下子笑得不可开交，差点儿从椅子上摔了下来。我还只十三岁的时候，他们就要送我去作精神分析，因为我用拳头把汽车间里的玻璃窗全都打碎了。我并不怪他们，我真的不怪。他死的那天晚上我睡在汽车房里，用拳头把那些混帐玻璃窗全都打碎了，光是为了出气。
I even tried to break all the windows on the station wagon we had that summer, but my hand was already broken and everything by that time, and I couldn't do it. It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it, and you didn't know Allie. My hand still hurts me once in a while when it rains and all, and I can't make a real fist any more--not a tight one, I mean--but outside of that I don't care much. I mean I'm not going to be a goddam surgeon or a violinist or anything anyway.
我甚至还想把那年夏天买的那辆旅行汽车上的玻璃也都打碎，可我的手已经鲜血淋漓，使不出劲儿了。这样做的确傻得要命，我承认，可我简直不知道自己在干什么，再说你也不认识艾里。现在到了阴雨天，我那只手仍要作痛，此后也一直攥不拢拳头一一我的意思是说攥不紧——可是除此以外我并不怎么在乎。我是说我反正不想当他妈的外科医生或者小提琴家什么的。
Anyway, that's what I wrote Stradlater's composition about. Old Allie's baseball mitt. I happened to have it with me, in my suitcase, so I got it out and copied down the poems that were written on it. All I had to do was change Allie's name so that nobody would know it was my brother and not Stradlater's. I wasn't too crazy about doing it, but I couldn't think of anything else descriptive. Besides, I sort of liked writing about it. It took me about an hour, because I had to use Stradlater's lousy typewriter, and it kept jamming on me. The reason I didn't use my own was because I'd lent it to a guy down the hall.
嗯，这就是我给斯特拉德莱塔写的作文。老艾里的垒球手套。那手套凑巧在我的手提箱里，我就把它取出来，抄下写在上面的那些诗。我要做的只有一件事，就是把艾里的名字换了，不让人知道这是我弟弟的名字而不是斯特拉德莱塔弟弟的名字。我并不太愿意这么做，可我一时想不起有什么其他东西可以描写。再说，我倒是有点儿喜欢写这题目。我写了约莫一个钟头，因为我得使用斯特拉德莱塔的混帐打字机，使起来很不顺手。我没有用自己打字机的原因是我已把它借给楼下的一个家伙了。
It was around ten-thirty, I guess, when I finished it. I wasn't tired, though, so I looked out the window for a while. It wasn't snowing out any more, but every once in a while you could hear a car somewhere not being able to get started. You could also hear old Ackley snoring. Right through the goddam shower curtains you could hear him. He had sinus trouble and he couldn't breathe too hot when he was asleep. That guy had just about everything. Sinus trouble, pimples, lousy teeth, halitosis, crumby fingernails. You had to feel a little sorry for the crazy sonuvabitch.
我写完的时候，约莫是十点三十分，我揣摩。我一点不觉得困，所以走到窗口往外眺望一会儿，雪已经停了，可是每隔一会儿，你就可以听见一辆抛锚的汽车发动引擎的声音。你还可以听见老阿克莱打呼噜的声音。就从混帐的淋浴室门帘那儿传来。他的鼻腔有毛病，睡着的时候呼吸不怎么畅快。那家伙简直样样毛病都全了。鼻腔炎，粉刺，黄牙，口臭，灰指甲。你有时真不禁有点替这个倒楣的婊子养的难受呢。
哪个版本的《双城记》翻译得好?
个人觉得宋兆霖版本最好，宋兆霖译本，封面是清新雅致又不失厚重的油画，价格和书的风格一样朴实，拿在手里很有分量。宋兆霖的版本是这样：* 那是最美好的时代，那是最糟糕的时代；那是个睿智的年月，那是个蒙昧的年月；那是信心百倍的时期，那是疑虑重重的时期；那是阳光普照的季节，那是黑暗笼罩的季节；那是充满希望的春天，那是让人绝望的冬天；我们面前无所不有，我们面前一无所有。我们大家都在直升天堂，我们大家都在直下地狱———简而言之，那个时代和当今这个时代是如此相似，因而一些吵嚷不休的权威们也坚持认为，不管它是好是坏，都只能用“最??”来评价它。《双城记》是英国作家查尔斯·狄更斯所著的一部以法国大革命为背景所写成的长篇历史小说，首次出版于1859年。故事中将巴黎、伦敦两个大城市连结起来，围绕着马内特医生一家和以德发日夫妇为首的圣安东尼区展开故事。小说里描写了贵族如何败坏、如何残害百姓，人民心中积压对贵族的刻骨仇恨，导致了不可避免的法国大革命。书名中的“双城”指的是巴黎与伦敦。
双城记英文是什么呢?
《双城记》的英文名是A Tale of Two Cities，书名将巴黎、伦敦两个大城市连结起来，讲述发生在二者之间的故事。《双城记》是他的重要代表作，通过一个受迫害的医生的经历，揭露了农民遭封建贵族迫害的真相。小说以巴黎、伦敦为主人公活动的舞台。主人公梅尼特医生18年前目睹法国贵族厄弗里蒙地残害农民的暴行，被无辜囚禁18年。厄弗里蒙地的儿子代尔那憎恨本家族的残暴，放弃了爵位和领地，出走英国。梅尼特医生出狱后，在伦敦行医。女儿路茜爱上了代尔那，并与他结了婚。法国大革命中，代尔那被控告为共和国的敌人，判处死刑。面貌酷似代尔那的律师助手卡尔登为履行诺言，混进监狱，用药迷倒代尔那，代其受刑。《双城记》的文学价值小说通过法国大革命前贵族的暴行和梅尼特的遭遇，深刻揭示了大革命爆发的必然性和正义性。代尔那被无辜判刑和卡尔登的代友牺牲，反映了作者对革命暴力的异议和以“爱”来调和阶级矛盾的小资产阶级人道主义思想。小说采用倒叙的手法，情节跌宕起伏，引人入胜，具有较高的艺术性。历来被认为是欧洲文学史上直接反映18世纪末法国资产阶级革命这一重大历史事件的杰出作品。
the call of the wild 野性的呼唤的主要内容（英语）
杰克·伦敦（1876-1916），美国著名作家。主要作品有：《狼的孩子》、《野性的呼唤》、《白牙》等19部中长篇小说和《热爱生命》、《猎熊的孩子》等150余篇短篇小说。尤其以动物小说引人注目，笔力雄健，气势恢弘，充满着生命的抗争，深受到全世界少年儿童的广泛喜爱，被译成近70种文字，在世界文坛上享有盛誉。 《野性的呼唤》是杰克·伦敦的代表作之一。在美国，不仅被许多学校指定为课外必读书，还被改编成电影，家喻户晓，被誉为世界动物小说的奠基之作。小说的主人公巴克是一条血统优良的狗，性格文雅温顺，自幼生长在南方，过着悠闲舒适的生活。自从有一天，它被人偷偷买掉后，生活、性格都发生了巨大的变化……小说生动地叙述了巴克被买到北方后，怎样适应残酷的现实，成为一只最著名的雪橇狗，最后它又怎样变成一条狼……小说自始至终洋溢着一种热爱生活、努力生存、坚忍不拔、勇往直前的精神，蕴涵着深刻的人生体验和深厚的社会文化内涵。
此书主要讲述一条狗——“巴克”的故事，但它却远远超越了一般的动物故事。杰克·伦敦曾提醒读者：“这是个动物故事，但在主题和处理上都和其他非常成功的动物故事不同”。本书是一个含义深刻的现代寓言。这个故事从多个层面，展示了小说主题的多义性，并折射了作家所信仰的多种哲学和社会观，其中包括马克思主义、达尔文进化论、斯宾塞的社会达尔文主义以及尼采的超人哲学。
《野性的呼唤》是最受读者青睐的动物小说之一，被称为“世界上读者最多的美国小说”。在小说出版的当天，1000册即宣布告罄，此后半个世纪在美国和世界各地售出近2000万册。这部小说语言易读易懂，集动物故事、探索故事、寓言故事和神秘故事于一身，给人有激励和勇气，适合各年龄层次、具有不同审美情趣的读者。
The Call of the Wild怎么翻译，是书名吗？
翻译成中文应该是《野性的呼唤》是杰克·伦敦写的书名，在爱洋葱上看到了。
巴克是一只壮硕的狗；它的主人米勒先生，住在加州。1897年，人们在北极发现金矿，需要壮狗拉金子到城镇。曼纽尔是米勒先生的员工，他很爱钱。有一天他趁人不注意时，偷偷将巴克牵去卖给一个人，但是巴克并不喜欢那个人，不断地想从那人手中挣脱；最后巴克和其他的狗被送到阿拉斯加运送金子。到阿拉斯加的隔天，巴克就目睹另一只狗克力，因无法适应而被其他狗活活咬死的惨剧。虽然巴克尽量努力的学习拉车，但是它的主人对它一直很不友善；不久它发现狗群中有两只竟然对拉车很起劲；巴克也渐渐学到，在这群野狗之中，生存的要诀和技巧是要有野性。有一天，巴克因另一只狗班长占据它的窝而和它打起来，正当此时，突然间出现一群野狗来征食它们的食物，并且咬伤它们。隔天有一只母狗桃莉，似乎发疯了，它突然攻击巴克，幸好得到它的主人及时解救。天气越来越暖和，它们的拉车旅途也越来越危险，好几次都因冰薄而掉人冰河差一点丧命。为了赚钱，它们必须趁天气好的日子延长工作时间，主人因此为巴克穿上靴子。它们白天像马一般，半夜对着天空枭鸣。
各种各样的书英文
各种各样的书：All kinds of books；A variety of books；a wide variety of books;A wide variety of books例句：Adoption can fail for all kinds of reasons. 收养可能因为各种各样的原因失败。There are all kinds of trash left around. 周边会留下各种各样的垃圾。This book talks all kinds of space information. 这本书讲述了各种各样的太空信息。People have all kinds of entertainment in the theater. 人们在剧院里有各种各样的娱乐活动。As a student, you must have met all kinds of teachers. 作为一名学生，你一定见过各种各样的老师。They let you be creative and try all kinds of new things. 他们让你有创造力，尝试各种各样的新事物。
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1.《西方文化风情路——加拿大篇》 出版社：西北工业大学出版社 出版时间：2007年02月
共分10章，内容涉及加拿大的历史、文学、艺术、教育、体育、节日、多元文化、人文与自然景观等诸多方面。中英文兼备，附有插图，并辅以英语语言知识练习。
2.《天天过节》（书+磁带）
你知道复活节的来历吗？情人节是为了纪念谁的？而感恩节又是为感谢什么人？相信本书都能给您详尽的解答。本书以 中英文对照 的方式，使用生动活泼的语言，向读者讲述每一个节日的来历以及世界各地的风土人情。
求推荐英文小说txt
sophie kinsella 的
i've got your number
can you keep a secret
remember me?
这些都是又搞笑又有点浪漫的 我很喜欢这个作家的说
如果要悬疑的我推荐 dean kootz的书
odd thomas
forever off
velocity
等等
悬疑之父stephen king
dark tower 系列
dan brown的书很出名也很引人入胜
the da vin ci code 达文西密码
angel and demon 天使与魔鬼 绝对推荐
deception point 没看过但是听别人说也很不错的
Lauren Weisberger 的书
the devil wears prada
EVERYONE WORTH KNOWING
LAST NIGHT AT CHATEAU MARMONT
CHASING HARRY WINSTON
i am number four
the power of six
这两本书是一个系列的 说的是外星人 但是很特别 很好看
经典好看的英文小说推荐9本 经典好看的英文小说有哪些
1、《芒果街上的小屋》The House on Mango Street：一个在写作中追求现实与热爱的故事。作者桑德拉·希斯内罗丝以日记式的断想、形诸真实的稚嫩少女文字，记录了一个居住在拉美贫民社区芒果街上的女孩蜕变为女人的过程。生活的点点滴滴，一朵云彩、一只小狗、一次伤心、一次悸动将回忆如诗般铺开。
2、《本杰明·巴顿奇事》The Curious Case of Benjamin B
