自考英语阅读一0595第一单元课文及翻译.doc

Unit11.ADaysWaitE. HemingwayHecameintotheroomtoshutthewindowswhilewewerestillinbedandIsawhelookedill.Hewasshivering,hisfacewaswhite,andhewalkedslowlyasthoughitachedtomove.Whatsthematter,Schatz?Ivegotaheadache.Youbettergobacktobed.No.Imallright.Yougotobed.IllbeyouwhenImdressed.ButwhenIcamedownstairshewasdressed,sittingbythefire,lookingaverysickandmiserableboyofnineyears.WhenIputmyhandonhisforeheadIknewhehadafever.Yougouptobed,Isaid,Youresick.Imallright,hesaid.Whenthedoctorcamebetooktheboystemperature.Whatsisit?Iaskedhim.Onehundredandtwo.Downstairs,thedoctorleftthreedifferentmedicinesindifferentcoloredcapsuleswithinstructionforgivingthem.Onewastobringdownthefever,anotherapurgative,thethirdtoovercomeanacidcondition.Thegermsofinfluenzacanonlyexistinanacidcondition,heexplained.Heseemedtoknowallaboutinfluenzaandsaidtherewasnothingtoworryaboutifthefeverdidnotgoaboveonehundredandfourdegrees.Thiswasalightepidemicoffluandtherewasnodangerifyouavoidedpneumonia.BackintheroomIwrotetheboystemperaturedownandmadeanoteofthetimetogivethevariouscapsules.Doyouwantmetoreadtoyou?Allright.Ifyouwantto,saidtheboy.Hisfacewasverywhiteandthereweredarkareasunderhiseyes.Helaystillinthebedandseemedverydetachedfromwhatwasgoingon.IreadaloudfromHowardPylesBookofpirates;butIcouldseehewasnotfollowingwhatIwasreading.Howdoyoufeel,Schatz?Iaskedhim.Justthesame,sofar,hesaid.IsatatthefootofthebedandreadtomyselfwhileIwaitedforittobetimetogiveanothercapsule.Itwouldhavebeennaturalforhimtogotosleep,butwhenIlookeduphewaslookingatthefootofthebed,lookingverystrangely.Whydontyoutrytosleep?Illmakeyouupforthemedicine.Idratherstayawake.Afterawhilehesaidtome,Youdonthavetostayinherewithme,Papa,ifitbothersyou.Itdoesntbotherme.No,Imeanyoudonthavetostayifitsgoingtobotheryou.IthoughperhapshewasalittlelightheadedandaftergivinghimtheprescribedcapsulesatelevenoclockIwentoutforawhile.Itwasabright,coldday,thegroundcoveredwithasleetthathadfrozensothatitseemedasifallthebaretrees,thebushes,thecutbrushandallthegrassandthebaregroundhadbeenvarnishedwithice,ItooktheyoungIrishsetterforawalkuptheroadandalongafrozencreek,butitwasdifficulttostandorwalkontheglassysurfaceandthereddogslippedandslitheredandIfelltwice,hard,oncedroppingmygunandhavingitslideawayovertheice.WeflushedacoveyofquailunderahighclaybankwithoverhangingbrushandIkilledtwoastheywentoutofsightoverthetopoftheblank.Someofthecoveylitintrees,butmostofthemscatteredintobrushpilesanditwasnecessarytojumpontheice-coatedmoundsofbrushseveraltimesbeforetheywouldflush.Comingoutwhileyouwerepoisedunsteadilyontheicy,springybrushtheymadedifficultshootingandIkilledtwo,missedfive,andstartedbackpleasedtohavefoundacoveyclosetothehouseandhappythereweresomanylefttofindonanotherday.Atthehousetheysaidtheboyhadrefusedtoletanyonecomeintotheroom.Youcantcomein,hesaid.YoumustntgetwhatIhave.IwentuptohimandfoundhiminexactlythepositionIhadlefthim,white-faced,butwiththetopsofhischeeksflushedbythefever,staringstill,ashehadstared,atthefootofthebed.Itookhistemperature.Whatisit?Somethinglikeahundred,Isaid.Itwasonehundredandtwoandfourtenths.Itwasahundredandtwo,hesaid.Whosaidso?Thedoctor.Yourtemperatureisallright,Isaid.Itsnothingtoworryabout.Idontworry,hesaid,butIcantkeepfromthinking.Dontthink,Isaid.Justtakeiteasy.Imtakingiteasy,hesaidandlookedstraightahead,Hewasevidentlyholdingtightontohimselfaboutsomething.Takethiswithwater.Doyouthinkitwilldoanygood?Ofcourseitwill.IsatdownandopenedthePiratebookandcommencedtoread,butIcouldseehewasnotfollowing,soIstooped.AboutwhattimedoyouthinkImgoingtodie?heasked.What?AbouthowlongwillitbebeforeIdie?Youarentgoingdie.Whatsthematterwithyou?Oh,yes,Iam,Iheardhimsayahundredandtwo.Peopledontdiewithafeverofonehundredandtwo.Thatsasillywaytotalk.Iknowtheydo.AtschoolinFrancetheboystoldmeyoucantlivewithforty-fourdegrees.Ivegotahundredandtwo.Hehadbeenwaitingtodieallday,eversincenineoclockinthemorning.YoupoorSchatz,Isaid.PooroldSchatz.Itslikemilesandkilometers.Youarentgoingtodie.Thatsdifferentthermometer.Onthatthermometerthirty-sevenisnormal.Onthiskinditsninety-eight.Areyousure?Absolutely,Isaid,Itslikemilesandkilometers.Youknow,likehowmanykilometerswemakewhenwedoseventymilesinthecar?Oh,hesaid.Buthisgazeatthefootofthebedrelaxedslowly.Theholdoverhimselfrelaxedtoo,finally,andthenextdayitwasveryslackandhecriedveryeasilyatlittlethingsthatwereofnoimportance.1.一天的等待我们还没起床时，走进房间关窗，我注意到他看起来病了。他颤抖着，脸色苍白，走得很慢，似乎一动就疼。“怎么了，我的宝贝”“我头疼”“你最好回去睡觉。”“不，我没事”“你睡觉去，我穿好衣服去看你”等我下了楼，他已经穿好了衣服，坐在火炉旁，看起来就是一个病的不轻很痛苦的九岁男孩。我把手放在他的额头上。知道他在发烧。“上楼睡觉去，”我说“你病了”“我没事，”他说。医生来了，良好了孩子的体温。“多少度？”我问。“102”下了楼，医生留下了三种不同颜色胶囊的药，并告知如何服用。一种是退烧的，一种是泻药，另一种是用来去酸的。流感菌只能在酸性环境中生存，他解释说。他们似乎对流感无所不知，说如果没烧到104度以上，就没什么可担心的。这不过是流感轻微症状，如果避免了肺炎就没有危险。回到屋里，我写下孩子的温度，记下了服用各种药的时间。“想让我给你念点什么吗？”“恩，如果你愿意，”孩子说，他的脸苍白，眼窝下有黑晕。他静静地躺在床上，对发生的一切漠不关心。我大声的朗读着霍华德.派尔的海盗的故事，但我看得出他没有在听我读什么。“你感觉怎么样了，宝贝？”我问他。“现在还那样，”他说。我坐在床脚，等着他服用另一种胶囊，自己看了一会儿书，正常来说，他该入睡了。可我抬起头时，他正盯着床脚，看上去很怪异。“你为什么不睡呢？吃药时我会叫醒你的”“我宁可醒着。”过了一会，他对我说，“爸，如果这样打搅你，你不必和我在一起。”“这不打搅我”“不是，我是说如果这将打搅你，你不比待着。”我想或许他有点神志不清，11点钟给他服过开出的药后，我出去了一会。这是一个晴朗而寒冷的日子，地上覆盖着雨水结成的冰。看上去好像所有光秃秃的树，灌木丛，砍下的树枝，所有的草和空地都用冰漆过似地。我带着那条幼小的爱尔兰猎犬上了路，沿着一条结冰的小溪走着，但是站立行走在这玻璃般的路面上真不容易。红毛狗又是跃又是滑，我重重的摔倒了两次，一次还摔掉了枪，枪在冰面上滑出老远。我们从被垂着的树枝掩盖着的一个高高的土堤下惊起了一群鹌鹑。当它们从堤顶上飞出来时，我打死了两只，但大部分都飞散进了灌木丛里。要想惊起这些鹌鹑，得在被冰包裹着的树丛上跳上好几次。但还没等你在这又滑又有弹性的树丛上站稳，它们已经飞了出去，很难击中，我打中两只，五只飞掉了。回去的路上，我很高兴地发现离家不远有一群鹌鹑，改日可以再去猎取。回到家，他们说孩子不让任何人进房间。我上楼去看他，发现他还是我离开时的那个姿势，脸苍白，上颊烧得发红，仍象早上那样盯着床脚。我量了量他的体温。“几度”“大约100度，”我说。102.4度。“102吧，”他说。“谁说的？”“医生。”“你的温度没什么，”我说“不必害怕”“我不害怕，”他说，“但我忍不住要想。”“别想了，”我说，“别紧张”“我不紧张，”他说，直看着前方，虽然他有心事，但在努力克制着自己。“把这水喝了”“你觉得这会有用吗？”“当然了。”我坐下来，打开海盗故事，开始读起来，但我看得出他没在听，所以我停了下来。“你觉得我大概什么时候会死？”他问。“什么”“大约多长时间我就要死”“你不会死的，你怎么了？”“噢，不，我会死的，我听见医生说102度了”“烧到102度，人不会死的。这话真傻。”“我知道会的，在法国学校里，伙伴们告诉我，44度人就不能活的，我已经102度了。”从早上9点起，整天他都在等着死亡。“可怜的宝贝，”我说，“可怜的宝贝。这就像英里和公里一样，你不会死的，那是一种不同的温度计量。用那种计量法37度是正常的温度，这种则是98度。”“你肯定吗？”“绝对肯定，”我说，“这就像英里和公里，你知道乘汽车70英里相当于多少公里？”“噢，”他说但是他对床脚的盯视逐渐松弛了下来。他不在控制自己了。终于，第二天他更加松弛了，有什么大不了的事情他都会很容易的哭出来。 2. The Open Window After Saki Myauntwillcomedownverysoon,Mr.Nettle,saidaverycalmyoungladyoffifteenyearsofage;meanwhileyoumusttrytobearmycompany.FramptonNettletriedtosaysomethingwhichwouldpleasetheniecenowpresent,withoutannoyingtheauntthatwasabouttocome.Hewassupposedtobegoingthroughacureforhisnerves,buthedoubtedwhetherthesepolitevisitstoanumberoftotalstrangerswouldhelpmuch.Iknowhowitwillbe,hissisterhadsaidwhenhewaspreparingtogoawayintothecountry;youwillloseyourselfdownthereandnotspeaktoalivingsoul,andyournerveswillbeworsethaneverthroughloneliness.IshalljustgiveyoulettersofintroductiontoallthepeopleIknowthere.Someofthem,asfarasIcanremember,werequitenice.FramptonwonderedwhetherMrs.Sappleton,theladytowhomhewasbringingoneofthelettersofintroduction,oneoftheniceones.Doyouknowmanyofthepeopleroundhere?askedtheniece,whenshethoughtthattheyhadsatlongenoughinsilence.Hardlyone,saidFrampton.Mysisterwasstayinghere,youknow,aboutfouryearsago,andshegavemelettersofintroductiontosomeofthepeoplehere.Hemadethelaststatementinasadvoice.Thenyouknowalmostnothingaboutmyaunt?continuedthecalmyounglady.Onlyhernameandaddress;Framptonadmitted.HewaswonderingwhetherMrs.Sappletonwasmarriedperhapsshehadbeenmarriedandherhusbandwasdead.Buttherewassomethingofamanintheroom.Hergreatsorrowcamejustthreeyearsago,saidthechild.Thatwouldbeafteryoursisterstime.Hersorrow?askedFrampton.Somehow,inthisrestfulcountryplace,sorrowsseemedfaraway.YoumaywonderwhywekeepthatwindowwideopenonanOctoberafternoon,saidtheniece,pointingtoalongwindowthatopenedlikeadoorontothegrassoutside.Itisquitewarmforthetimeoftheyear,saidFrampton;buthasthatwindowgotanythingtodowithyourauntssorrow?Outthroughthatwindow,exactlythreeyearsago,herhusbandandhertwoyoungbrotherswentofffortheirdaysshooting.Theynevercameback.Incrossingthecountrytotheshooting-groundtheywereallthreeswallowedinabog.Ithadbeenthatterriblewetsummer,youknow,andplacesthatweresafeinotheryearsbecamesuddenlydangerous.Theirbodieswereneverfound.Thatwastheworstpartofit.Herethechildsvoicelostitscalmsoundandbecamealmosthuman.Poorauntalwaysthinksthattheywillcomebacksomeday,theyandthelittlebrowndogthatwaslostwiththem,andwalkinatthatwindowjustastheyusedtodo.Thatiswhythewindowiskeptopeneveryeveningtillitisquitedark.Poordearaunt,shehasoftentoldmehowtheywentout,herhusbandwithhiswhitecoatoverhisarm,andRonnie,heryoungestbrother,singingasong,ashealwaysdidtoannoyher,becauseshesaiditaffectedhernerves.Doyouknow,sometimesonquieteveningslikethis,Ialmostgetastrangefeelingthattheywillallwalkinthroughthewindow-Shestoppedandtrembled.ItwasarelieftoFramptonwhentheauntcamebusilyintotheroomandapologizedforbeinglate.IhopeVerahasbeenamusingyou?shesaid.Shehasbeenveryinteresting,saidFrampton.Ihopeyoudontmindtheopenwindow,saidMrs.Sappletonbrightly;myhusbandandbrotherswillbehomesoonfromshooting,andtheyalwayscomeinthisway.Theyvebeenshootingbirdstodaynearthebog,sotheyllmakemypoorcarpetsdirty.Allyoumendothatsortofthing,dontyou?Shetalkedoncheerfullyabouttheshootingandthescarcityofbirds,andthehopesofshootinginthewinter.ToFramptonitwasallquiteterrible.Hemadeagreateffort,whichwasonlypartlysuccessful,toturnthetalkontoamorecheerfulsubject.Hewasconsciousthathishostesswasgivinghimonlyapartofherattention,andhereyeswerefrequentlylookingpasthimtotheopenwindowandthegrassbeyond.Itwascertainlyunfortunatethatheshouldhavepaidhisvisitonthissorrowfulday.Thedoctorsagreeinorderingmecompleterest,noexcitementandnobodilyexercise,saidFrampton,whohadthecommonideathattotalstrangerswanttoknowtheleastdetailofonesillnesses,theircauseandcure.Onthematteroffood,theyarenotsomuchinagreement,hecontinued.No?saidMrs.Sappletoninatiredvoice.Thenshesuddenlybrightenedintoattention-butnottowhatFramptonwassaying.Heretheyareatlast!shecried.Justintimefortea,anddonttheyLookasiftheyweremuddyuptotheeyes!Framptontrembledslightlyandturnedtowardstheniecewithalookintendedtoshowsympatheticunderstanding.Thechildwaslookingoutthroughtheopenwindowwithfearinhereyes.WithashockFramptonturnedroundinhisseatandlookedinthesamedirection.Intheincreasingdarknessthreefigureswerewalkingacrossthegrasstowardsthewindowtheyallcarriedgunsundertheirarms,andoneofthemhadalsoawhitecoathungoverhisshoulders.Atiredbrowndogkeptcloseattheirheels.Noiselesslytheydrewneartothehouse,andthenayoungvoicestartedtosinginthedarkness.Framptonwildlyseizedhishatandstick;heranoutthroughthefrontdoorandthroughthegate.Henearlyranintoamanonabicycle.Hereweare,mydear,saidthebearerofthewhitecoat,cominginthroughthewindow;fairlymuddy,butmostofitsdry.Whowasthatwhoranoutaswecameup?Amostextraordinaryman,aMr.Nettle,saidMrs.Sappleton,hecouldonlytalkabouthisillnesses,andranoffwithoutawordofgood-byeorapologywhenyouarrived.Onewouldthinkhehadseenaghost.Iexpectitwasthedog,saidtheniececalmly,hetoldmehehadaterriblefearofdogs.HewasoncehuntedintoagraveyardsomewhereinIndiabyalotofwilddogs,andhadtospendthenightinanewly-duggravewiththecreaturesjustabovehim.Enoughtomakeanyonelosetheirnerve.Shewasverycleveratmakingupstoriesquickly.2.敞开的窗户“努特尔先生，我婶婶很快就回来了，”一个颇自负的十五岁小姑娘说道，“那时候您可得多包涵点。”弗兰顿努特尔设法说上几句阿谀的话，恭维一下这位侄女和那位很快就回家的婶婶。他越来越疑心，对这么一大群毫不相识的人作正式拜访，于他的正在治疗的神经病究竟有何益处？当他做好准备到乡下去时，姐姐对他说：“我看，你要是老不合群，不跟人打交道，整天在家郁闷，病情会越来越严重。我写封信，给你带去，和那边我的熟人认识。我记得他们当中有不少热情的好人。”弗兰顿想：萨伯莱顿夫人就是他正在拜访的这位女主人是不是也在“好人”之列呢？小侄女觉得他们静坐太久了，于是打破沉默，问道：“这儿的人您认识多不多？”“几乎没一个，”弗兰顿道，“我姐姐在邻近的教区长家里住过，那可能是四年前的事情。她给我信，让我和这儿的人认识。”说完，他不可掩饰地流露出后悔的心情。“这么说，您一点也不知道我婶婶的事啦？”自负的少女又问道。弗兰顿承认：“我只知道她的名字和地址。”他不知道萨伯莱顿的丈夫是否还健在，但屋子里的摆设使他觉得夫人不可能是个寡妇。“她有个大大的悲剧，发生在三年前，”女孩说，“那时候您姐姐已经搬走了。”“大悲剧？”弗兰顿反问。在这个幽寂僻静的小乡村，“悲剧”一词根本不可思议。“您不觉得奇怪，为啥这样冷的十月天气，下午我们还把窗户敞开着？”侄女手指向一扇开向草坪的巨大落地玻璃窗。“是啊。这时节，天气已经有点凉意了，”弗兰顿道，“但这窗户跟你婶婶的悲剧有什么关系呢？”“刚好是三年前的今天，她丈夫和两个弟弟从这窗户前走过，去打猎。他们再也没有回来。在穿过沼泽地到他们最中意的水鹭狩猎场时，三个人被一片险恶的泥沼吞没了。您知道吗，那个阴雨连绵的可恶的夏天，林子里原先安全的道路神不知鬼不觉陷进了泥沼。时至今日，三个人的尸体还没找到，真可怕！”讲到这，姑娘的声音不再像原来那么平静安详了，她支支唔唔地说：“可怜的婶婶还