大学英语综合教程1课文翻译Word格式.docx

1、3I prepared for an unfruitful year with Mr. Fleagle and for a long time was not disappointed. Late in the year we tackled the informal essay. Mr. Fleagle distributed a homework sheet offering us a choice of topics. None was quite so simple-minded as What I Did on My Summer Vacation,; but most seemed

2、 to be almost as dull. I took the list home and did nothing until the night before the essay was due. Lying on the sofa, I finally faced up to the unwelcometask, took the list out of my notebook, and scanned it. The topic on which my eye stopped was The Art of Eating Spaghetti.我作好准备，打算在弗利格尔先生的班上一无所获

3、地混上一年，不少日子过去了，还真不出所料。后半学期我们学写随笔小品文。弗利格尔先生发下一张家庭作业纸，出了不少题目供我们选择。像 暑假二三事 那样傻乎乎的题目倒是一个也没有，但绝大多数一样乏味。我把作文题带回家，一直没写，直到要交作业的前一天晚上。我躺在沙发上，最终不得不面对这一讨厌的功课，便从笔记本里抽出作文题目单粗粗一看。我的目光落在 吃意大利细面条的艺术 这个题目上。4This title produced an extraordinary sequence of mental images. Vivid memories came flooding back of a night in

4、 Belleville when all of us were seated around the supper table Uncle Allen, mymother, Uncle Charlie, Doris, Uncle Hal and Aunt Pat served spaghetti for supper. Spaghetti was still a little known foreign dish in those days. Neither Doris nor I had ever eaten spaghetti, and none of the adults had enou

5、gh experience to be good at it. All the good humor of Uncle Allens house reawoke in my mind as I recalled the laughing arguments we had that night about the socially respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth.这个题目在我脑海里唤起了一连串不同寻常的图像。贝尔维尔之夜的清晰的回忆如潮水一般涌来，当时，我们大家一起围坐在晚餐桌旁艾伦舅舅、我母亲、查理舅舅、多

6、丽丝、哈尔舅舅帕特舅妈晚饭做的是意大利细面条。那时意大利细面条还是很少听说的异国食品。多丽丝和我都还从来没吃过，在座的大人也是经验不足，没有一个吃起来得心应手的。艾伦舅舅家诙谐有趣的场景全都重现在我的脑海中，我回想起来，当晚我们笑作一团，争论着该如何地把面条从盘子上送到嘴里才算合乎礼仪。5Suddenly I wanted to write about that, about the warmth and good feeling of it, but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy, not for Mr. Fleagle. It

7、was a moment I wanted to recapture and hold for myself. I wanted to relive the pleasure of that evening. To write it as I wanted, however, would violate all the rules of formal composition Id learned in school, and Mr. Fleagle would surely give it a failing grade. Never mind. I would write something

8、 else for Mr. Fleagle after I had written this thing for myself.突然我就想描述那一切，描述当时那种温馨美好的气氛，但我把它写下来仅仅是想自得其乐，而不是为弗利格尔先生而写。那是我想重新捕捉并珍藏在心中的一个时刻。我想重温那个夜晚的愉快。然而，照我希望的那样去写，就会违反我在学校里学的正式作文的种种法则，弗利格尔先生也肯定会打它一个不及格。没关系。等我为自己写好了之后，我可以再为弗利格尔先生写点什么别的东西。6When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no ti

9、me left to compose a proper, respectableessayfor Mr. Fleagle.There was no choice next morning but to turn in my tale of the Belleville supper. Two days passedbefore Mr. Fleaglereturned the graded papers,and he returned everyones but mine. I was preparing myself for a command to report to Mr. Fleagle

10、 immediately after school for discipline when I saw him lift my paper from his desk and knock for the classs attention.等我写完时已是半夜时分，再没时间为弗利格尔先生写一篇循规蹈矩、像模像样的文章了。第二天上午，我别无选择，只好把我为自己而写的贝尔维尔晚餐的故事交了上去。两天后弗利格尔先生发还批改过的作文，他把别人的都发了，就是没有我的。我正准备着遵命一放学就去弗利格尔先生那儿挨训，却看见他从桌上拿起我的作文，敲了敲桌子让大家注意 听。7Now, boys, he said.

11、I want to read you an essay. This is titled, The Art of Eating Spaghetti.好了，孩子们， 他说。 我要给你们念一篇小品文。文章的题目是：的艺术。8And he started to read. My words! He was reading my words out loud to the entire class. Whats more, the entire class was listening. Listening attentively. Then somebody laughed, then the enti

12、re class was laughing, and not in contempt and ridicule, but with open-hearted enjoyment. Even Mr. Fleagle stopped two or three times to hold back a small prim smile.于是他开始念了。是我写的！他给全班大声念我写的文章。更不可思议的是，全班同学都在听着他念，而且听得很专心。有人笑出声来，接着全班都笑了，不是轻蔑嘲弄，而是乐乎乎地开怀大笑。就连弗利格尔先生也停顿了两三次，好抑制他那一丝拘谨的微笑。9I did my best to a

13、void showing pleasure,but what I was feeling was pure delight at this demonstration that my words had the power to make people laugh. In the eleventh grade, at the eleventh hour as it were, I had discovered a calling. It was the happiest moment of my entire school career. When Mr. Fleagle finished h

14、e put the final seal on my happiness by saying, Now that, boys, is an essay, dont you see. Its dont you see its of the very essence of the essay, dont you see.Congratulations, Mr. Baker.我尽力不流露出得意的心情，但是看到我写的文章竟然能使别人大笑，我真是心花怒放。就在十一年级，可谓是最后的时刻，我找到了一个今生想做的事。这是我整个求学生涯中最幸福的一刻。弗利格尔先生念完后说道：瞧，孩子们，这就是小品文，懂了没有

15、。这才是知道吗这才是小品文的精髓，知道了没有。祝贺你，贝克先生。他这番话使我沉浸在十全十美的幸福之中。 Headings1Bakers feelings about English courses2Bakers impression of his new English teacher3A topic that attracts Bakers attention4Vivid memories the title brought back5Bakers sudden desire to write about that topic6Answer: Anticipating punishment7

16、Mr. Fleagles announcement8Classmates response to the essay9What Baker discovered Main ideasPart One （Paras 1-2） Baker was bored by everything associated with English courses, including essay writing.Part 2o （Paras 3-5） Baker found himself attracted by one particular topic and wrote about it for his

17、own joy.Part 3ree （Paras 6-9） The experience of writing the essay helped him discover his talent for writing and realize what he wished to do in life.Unit 2Text AAll the Cabbie Had Was a LetterFoster Furcolo1He must have been completely lost in something he was reading becauseI had to tap on the win

18、dshield to get his attention.出租车司机拥有的就剩一封信福斯特弗克洛他准是完全沉浸在所读的东西里了，因为我不得不敲挡风玻璃来引起他的注意。2Is your cab available?I asked when he finally looked up at me. He nodded, then said apologetically as I settled into the back seat, Im sorry, but I was reading a letter.He sounded as if he had a cold or something.他总算

19、抬头看我了。 “你出车吗？”我问道。他点点头，当我坐进后座时，他抱歉地说： “对不起，我在读一封信。 ”听上去他像是得了感冒什么的。3m in no hurry, I told him. Go ahead and finish your letter.“我不着急， ”我对他说， “你接着把信读完吧。 ”4He shook his head. ve read it several times already. I guess I almost know it by heart. 他摇了摇头。 “我已经读了好几遍了。我想我都能背出来了。5Letters from home always mean

20、a lot, I said. At least they do with me because Im on the road so much. Then, estimating that he was 60 or 70 years old, I guessed:From a child or maybe a grandchild?“家书抵万金啊， ”我说。 “至少对我来说是这样，因为我老是在外旅行。 ”我估量他有六七十岁了，便猜测说： “是孩子还是孙子写来的？”6 This isnt family, he replied. Although, he went on, come to think

21、 of it, it might just as well have been family. Old Ed was my oldest friend. In fact, we used to call each other Old Friend - when wed meet, that is. Im not much of a hand at writing.“不是家里人， ”他回答说。 “不过， ”他接着说， “想起来，也可以算是一家人了。埃德老伙计是我最老的朋友了。实际上，过去我俩总是以老朋友相称的 就是说，当我俩相见时。我这人就是不大会写东西。I dont think any of

22、us keep up our correspondence too well,I know I dont. But I take it hes someone youve known quite a while?“我看大家写信都不那么勤快， ”我说， “我自己笔头就很懒。我看，你认识他挺久了吧？8All my life, practically. We were kids together, so we go way back.“差不多认识了一辈子了。我俩小时候就一起玩，所以我俩的友谊确实很长了。9 Went to school together?“一起上的学？10All the way th

23、rough high school. We were in the same class, in fact, through both grade and high school.“都一起上到高中呢。事实上，我俩从小学到高中都在一个班里。11There are not too many people whove had such a long friendship, I said.“保持这么长久友谊的人可真不多见啊， ”我说。12Actually, the driver went on, I hadnt seen him more than once or twice a year over

24、the past 25 or 30 years because I moved away from the old neighborhood and you kind of lose touch even though you never forget. He was a great guy.“其实呢， ”司机接着说， “近 25 到 30 年来，我跟他一年只见一两次面，因为我从原来住的街区搬了出来， 联系自然就少了， 虽说你一直放在心上。 他在的时候可真是个大好人。13You said was. Does that mean ?“你刚才说他在的时候 。你是说 ？14He nodded. Di

25、ed a couple of weeks ago.他点了点头。 “前几个星期过世啦。15m sorry,Its no fun to lose any friend - and losing a real old one is even tougher. “真遗憾， ”我说， “失去朋友真不是个滋味，失去个真正的老朋友更让人受不了。16He didnt reply to that, and we rode on in silence for a few minutes. But I realized that Old Ed was still on his mind when he spoke

26、again, almost more to himself than to me:I should have kept in touch. Yes, he repeated, I should have kept in touch.他开着车，没有接话儿。 我们沉默了几分钟。可我知道他还在想着老埃德。他又开口时，与其说是跟我说话，还不如说是自言自语： “我真该一直保持联系。真的， ”他重复道，“我真该一直保持联系。17Well, I agreed, we should all keep in touch with old friends more than we do. But things come up and we just dont seem to find the time.“是啊， ” 我表示赞同， “我们都该与老朋友保持更多的联系。 不过总是有事情冒出来，好像就是抽不出空来。18He shrugged.We used to find the time,Thats even mentioned in the letter. He handed it over to me. Take a look.他耸了耸肩。 “我们过去总能抽出空来， ”他说。 “信里还提到呢。 ”他把信递给我，