2世纪大学英语课文翻译unit.docx

1、2世纪大学英语课文翻译unitUnit 1 Book 3Do you remember your first love? All those exciting and wonderful new emotions the way your heart raced when that special person was near those anxious, awkward moments when you didnt know what to say or do? And then (for most of us) that sad moment when for one reason or

2、 another it all came to an end Ernest Hemingway once said, Every love story ends as a tragedy but the authors of the texts in this unit have a different point of view. Text A focuses on the unexpected side effects of the authors first venture into romance, while Text B recalls the ups and downs of t

3、he authors great love for his car! Finally, the authors of Text C offer some fascinating advice about how to successfully navigate romantic relationships.Text A How I Got Smart A common misconception among youngsters attending school is that their teachers were child prodigies. Who else but a bookwo

4、rm, with none of the normal kids tendency to play rather than study, would grow up to be a teacher anyway? Ive tried desperately to explain to my students that the image they have of me as an enthusiastic devotee of books and homework during my adolescence was a bit out of focus. On the contrary, I

5、hated compulsory education with a passion. I could never quite accept the notion of having to go to school while the fish were biting.But in my sophomore year, something beautiful and exciting happened. Cupid aimed his arrow and struck me right in the heart. All at once, I enjoyed going to school, i

6、f only to gaze at the lovely face in English II. My princess sat near the pencil sharpener, and that year I ground up enough pencils to fuel a campfire. Alas, Debbie was far beyond my wildest dreams. We were separated not only by five rows of desks, but by about 50 I.Q. points. She was the top stude

7、nt in English II, the apple of Mrs. Larrivees eye. Occasionally, Debbie would catch me staring at her, and she would flash a smile that radiated intelligence and quickened my heartbeat. It was a smile that signaled hope and made me temporarily forget the intellectual gulf that separated us. I scheme

8、d desperately to bridge that gulf. And one day, as I was passing the supermarket, an idea came to me. A sign in the window announced that the store was offering the first volume of a set of encyclopedias at the special price of 29 cents. The remaining volumes would cost $2.49 each. I purchased Volum

9、e I - Aardvark to Asteroid - and began my venture into the world of knowledge. I would henceforth become a seeker of facts. I would become Chief Brain in English II and sweep my princess off her feet with a surge of erudition. I had it all planned. My first opportunity came one day in the cafeteria

10、line. I looked behind me and there she was. “Hi,” she said. After a pause, I wet my lips and said, “Know where anchovies come from?” She seemed surprised. “No, I dont.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “The anchovy lives in salt water and is rarely found in fresh water.” I had to talk fast, so that I co

11、uld get all the facts in before we reached the cash register. “Fishermen catch anchovies in the Mediterranean Sea and along the Atlantic coast near Spain and Portugal.” “How fascinating,” said Debbie, shaking her head in disbelief. It was obvious that I had made quite an impression. A few days later

12、, during a fire drill, I casually went up to her and asked, “Ever been to the Aleutian Islands?” “Never have,” she replied. “Might be a nice place to visit, but I certainly wouldnt want to live there,” I said. “Why not?” said Debbie, playing right into my hands. “Well, the climate is forbidding. The

13、re are no trees on any of the 100 or more islands in the group. The ground is rocky and very little plant life can grow on it.” “I dont think Id even care to visit,” she said. The fire drill was over and we began to file into the building, so I had to step it up to get the natives in. “The Aleuts ar

14、e short and sturdy and have dark skin and black hair. They live on fish, and they trap blue foxes and seals for their valuable fur.” Debbies eyes widened in amazement. One day I was browsing through the library. I spotted Debbie sitting at a table, absorbed in a crossword puzzle. She was frowning, a

15、pparently stumped on a word. I leaned over and asked if I could help. “Four-letter word for Oriental female servant,” Debbie said. “Try amah,” I said, quick as a flash. Debbie filled in the blanks, then turned to stare at me in amazement. “I dont believe it,” she said. “I just dont believe it.” And

16、so it went, that glorious, joyous, romantic sophomore year. Debbie seemed to relish our little conversations and hung on my every word. Naturally, the more I read, the more my confidence grew. In the classroom, too, I was gradually making my presence felt. One day, during a discussion of Coleridges “The Ancient Marin