Handout for Class 5, 6
员工绩效管理系统November 9, 2013
Lecture 4 Description工作执行力Part I. Read the following passages and pay more attention to how to describe a person, a scene, etc.
1. Characters重阳节英语怎么说
A Womanish Man
If a man's personal appearance, when he is out of his dressing-room, and when he has pasd forty, can be accepted as a safe guide to his time of life –which is more than doubtful- Mr. Fairlie’s age, when I saw him, might have been reasonably computed at over fifty and under sixty years. His beardless face was thin, worn, and transparently pale, but not wrinkled, his no was high and hooked, his eyes were of a dim greyish blue, large, prominent, and rather red round the rims of the eyelids; his hair was scanty soft to look at, a
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nd of that light sandy colour which is the last to disclo its own changes towards grey. He was dresd in a dark frock-coat of some substance much thinner than cloth, and in waistcoat and trours of spotless white. His feet were effeminately small, and were clad in buff-coloured silk stockings and little womanish bronze-leather slippers. Two rings adorned his white delicate hands, the value of which even my inexperienced obrvation detected to be all but priceless. s suggest
Upon the whole, he had a frail, languidly-fretful, over-refined look –something singularly and unpleasantly delicate in its association with a man and, at the same time, something which could by no possibility have looked natural and appropriate if it had been transferred to the personal appearance of a woman. (Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White)
A Physically Weak but Mental Strong Woman
traffic lighteuropeanShe was so thin that her small bones emed ready to come through her white skin. Seen from a distance, romping about the back yard with her child, she looked like a little
girl, for her waist was unbelievably tiny and she had practically no figure. She had no bust and her hips were as flat as little Beau's and as she had neither the pride nor the good n to w ruffles in the bosom of her basque or pads on the back of her corts, her thinness was very obvious. Like her body, her face was too thin and too pale and her silky brows, arched and delicate as a butterfly's feelers, stood out too blackly against her colorless skin. In her small face, her eyes were too large for beauty, the dark smudges under them making them appear enormous, but the expression in them had not altered since the days of her unworried girlhood. War and constant pain and hard work had been powerless against their sweet tranquility. They were the eyes of a happy woman, a women around whom storms might blow without ever ruffling the rene core of her being. (Magaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind)
A Portrait of a Rich Man
He was a rich man; banker, merchant, manufacturer, and what not. A big, loud man with stare, and a metallic laugh. A man made out of a coar material, which emed to have
been stretched to make so much of him. A man with a great puffed head and forehead, swelled veins in his temples, and such a strained skin to his face that it emed to hole his eyes open, and lift his eyebrows up. A man with a pervading appearance on him of being inflated like a balloon, and ready to start. A man who could never sufficiently vaunt himlf a lf-made man. A man who was always proclaiming, through that brassy speaking-trumpet of voice of his, his old ignorance and his old poverty . A man who was the Bully of humility. (Charles Dickens, Hard Times)
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2. Expressions and emotions
An Unexpected News
It was almost too much happiness to bear. Oliver felt stunned and stupefied by the unexpected intelligence; he could not weep, or speak, or rest. He had scarcely the power of understanding anything that had pasd, until, after a long ramble in the quiet evening air, a burst of tears came to his relief, and he emed to awaken, all at once, to a full n of the joyful change that had occurred, and the almost insupportable load of anguis
h which had been taken from his breast. (Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist)
3. Scenery
Happy Morning
The town was glad with morning light; places that had shown ugly and distrustful all night long, now wore a smile; and sparkling sunbeams dancing on chamber windows, and twinkling through blind and curtain before sleepers' eyes, shed light even into dreams, and chad away the shadows of the night. Birds in hot rooms, covered up clo and dark, felt it was morning, and chafed and grew restless in their little cells; bright-eyed mice crept back to their tiny homes and nestled timidly together; the sleek hou-cat, forgetful of her prey, sat winking at the rays of sun starting through keyhole and cranny in the door, and longed for her stealthy run and warm sleek bask outside. The nobler beasts confined in dens stood motionless behind their bars, and gazed on fluttering boughs and sunshine peeping through some little window, with eyes in which old forests gleamed —then trod impatiently the track their prisoned feet had worn –and stopped and gazed agai
n. Men in their dungeons stretched their cramped cold limbs and curd the stone that no bright sky could warm. The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power. (Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop)
nst是什么A Beautiful Summer Evening
At this time of summer evening, the cows are trooping down from the hills, lowing and with their bells tinkling, to the old town, with its old moats, and gates, and spires, and chestnut trees, with long blue shadows stretching over the grass; the sky and the river below flame in crimson and gold; and the moon is already out, looking pale towards the sunt. The sun sinks behind the great castle-crested mountains, the night falls suddenly, the river grows darker and darker, lights quiver in it from the windows in the old ramparts, and twinkle peacefully in the villages under the hills on the opposite shore. (William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fairy)
cellular是什么意思The Beauty Moonlight
In passing Field-head on her return, its moonlight beauty attracted her glance and stayed her step an instant. Tree and hall ro peaceful under the night sky and clear, full orb: pearly paleness gilded the building, mellow brown gloom bosomed it round, shadows of deep green brooded above its oak-wreathed roof. The broad pavement in front shone pale also; it gleamed as if some spell had transformed the dark granite to glistening Parian. On the silvery space slept two sable shadows, thrown, sharply defined, from two human figures. . . (Charlotte Bronte, Shirley)
