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It was Paul's afternoon to appear before the faculty of the Pittsburgh High School to account for his various misdemeanours. He had been suspended a week ago, and his father had called at the Principal's office and confesd his perplexity about his son. Paul entered the faculty room suave and smiling. His clothes were a trifle out−grown, and the tan velvet on the collar of his open overcoat was frayed and worn; but for all that there was something of the dandy about him, and he wore an opal pin in his neatly knotted black four−in−hand, and a red carnation in his button−hole. This latter adornment the faculty somehow felt was not properly significant of the contrite spirit befitting a boy under the ban of suspension.
红楼梦概述Paul was tall for his age and very thin, with high, cramped shoulders and a narrow chest. His eyes were remarkable for a certain hysterical brilliancy, and he continually ud them in a conscious, theatrical sort of way, peculiarly offensive in a boy. The pupils were abnormally large, as though he were addicted to belladonna, but there was a glassy glitter about them which that drug does not produce.
When questioned by the Principal as to why he was there, Paul stated, politely enough, that he wanted
to come back to school. This was a lie, but Paul was quite accustomed to lying; found it, indeed, indispensable for overcoming friction. His teachers were asked to state their respective charges against him, which they did with such a rancour and aggrievedness as evinced that this was not a usual ca. Disorder and impertinence were among the offences named, yet each of his instructors felt that it was scarcely possible to put into words the real cau of the trouble, which lay in a sort of hysterically defiant manner of the boy's; in the contempt which they all knew he felt for them, and which he emingly made not the least effort to conceal. Once, when he had been making a synopsis of a paragraph at the blackboard, his English teacher had stepped to his side and attempted to guide his hand. Paul had started back with a shudder and thrust his hands violently behind him.
The astonished woman could scarcely have been more hurt and embarrasd had he struck at her. The insult was so involuntary and definitely personal as to be unforgettable. In one way and another, he had made all his teachers, men and women alike, conscious of the same feeling of physical aversion. In one class he habitually sat with his hand shading his eyes; in another he always looked out of the window during the recitation; in another he made a running commentary on the lecture, with humorous intent.
His teachers felt this afternoon that his whole attitude was symbolized by his shrug and his flippantly red carnation flower, and they fell upon him without mercy, his English teacher leading the pack. He stood through it smiling, his pale lips parted over his white teeth. (His lips were continually twitching, and he had a habit of raising his eyebrows that was
contemptuous and irritating to the last degree.) Older boys than Paul had broken down and shed tears under that ordeal, but his t smile did not once dert him, and his only sign of discomfort was the nervous trembling of the fingers that toyed with the buttons of his overcoat, and an occasional jerking of the other hand which held his hat. Paul was always smiling, always glancing about him, eming to feel that people might be watching him and trying to detect something. This conscious expression, since it was as far as possible from boyish mirthfulness, was usually attributed to insolence or "smartness."
As the inquisition proceeded, one of his instructors repeated an impertinent remark of the boy's, and the Principal asked him whether he thought that a courteous speech to make to a woman. Paul shrugged his shoulders slightly and his eyebrows twitched.
"I don't know," he replied. "I didn't mean to be polite or impolite, either. I guess it's a sort of way I have, of saying things regardless."
The Principal asked him whether he didn't think that a way it would be well to get rid of. Paul grinned and said he guesd so. When he was told that he could go, he bowed gracefully and went out. His bow was like a repetition of the scandalous red carnation.
His teachers were in despair, and his drawing master voiced the feeling of them all when he declared there was something about the boy which none of them understood. He added: "I don't really believe that smile of his comes altogether from insolence; there's something sort of haunted about it. The boy is not strong, for one thing. There is something wrong about the fellow."
The drawing master had come to realize that, in looking at Paul, one saw only his white teeth and the forced animation of his eyes. One warm afternoon the boy had gone to sleep at his drawing−board, and his master had noted with amazement what a white, blue−veined face it was; drawn and wrinkled like an old man's about the eyes, the lips twitching even in his sleep.
His teachers left the building dissatisfied and unhappy; humiliated to have felt so vindictive toward a mere boy, to have uttered this feeling in cutting terms, and to have t each other on, as it were, in the grewsome game of intemperate reproach. One of them remembered having en a mirable street cat t at bay by a ring of tormentors.
As for Paul, he ran down the hill whistling the Soldiers' Chorus from Faust, looking wildly behind him now and then to e whether some of his teachers were not there to witness his lightheartedness. As it was now late in the afternoon and Paul was on duty that evening as usher at Carnegie Hall, he decided that he would not go home to supper.
When he reached the concert hall the doors were not yet open. It was chilly outside, and he decided to go up into the picture gallery−−always derted at this hour−−where there were
some of Raffelli's gay studies of Paris streets and an airy blue Venetian scene or two that always exhilarated him. He was delighted to find no one in the gallery but the old guard, who sat in the corner, a newspaper on his knee, a black patch over one
eye and the other clod. Paul possd himlf of the place and walked confidently up and down, whistling under his breath. After a while he sat down before a blue Rico and lost himlf. When he bethought him to look at his watch, it was after ven o'clock, and he ro with a start and ran downstairs, making a face at Augustus Caesar, peering out from the cast −room, and an evil gesture at the Venus of Milo as he pasd her on the stairway.
电脑网线怎么插When Paul reached the ushers' dressing−room half−a−dozen boys were there already, and he bega
n excitedly to tumble into his uniform. It was one of the few that at all approached fitting, and Paul thought it very becoming−−though he knew the tight, straight coat accentuated his narrow chest, about which he was exceedingly nsitive. He was always excited while he dresd, twanging all over to the tuning of the strings and the preliminary flourishes of the horns in the music−room; but tonight he emed quite beside himlf, and he tead and plagued the boys until, telling him that he was crazy, they put him down on the floor and sat on him.
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Somewhat calmed by his suppression, Paul dashed out to the front of the hou to at the early comers. He was a model usher. Gracious and smiling he ran up and down the aisles. Nothing was too much trouble for him; he carried messages and brought programs as though it were his greatest pleasure in life, and all the people in his ction thought him a charming boy, feeling that he remembered and admired them. As the hou filled, he grew more and more vivacious and animated, and the colour came to his cheeks and lips. It was very much as though this were a great reception and Paul were the host. Just as the musicians came out to take their places, his English teacher arrived with checks for the ats which a prominent manufacturer had taken for the ason. She betrayed some embarrassment when she handed Paul the tickets, and a hauteur which subquently made her feel very foolish. Paul was startled for a moment, and had the feeling of want
ing to put her out; what business had she here among all the fine people and gay colours? He looked her over and decided that she was not appropriately dresd and must be a fool to sit downstairs in such togs. The tickets had probably been nt her out of kindness, he reflected, as he put down a at for her, and she had about as much right to sit there as he had.
When the symphony began Paul sank into one of the rear ats with a long sigh of relief, and lost himlf as he had done before the Rico. It was not that symphonies, as such, meant anything in particular to Paul, but the first sigh of the instruments emed to free some
hilarious spirit within him; something that struggled there like the Genius in the bottle found by the Arab fisherman. He felt a sudden zest of life; the lights danced before his eyes and the concert hall blazed into unimaginable splendour. When the soprano soloist came on, Paul forgot even the nastiness of his teacher's being there, and gave himlf up to the peculiar intoxication such personages always had for him. The soloist chanced to be a German woman, by no means in her first youth, and the mother of many children; but she wore a satin gown and a tiara, and she had that indefinable air of achievement, that world
−shine upon her, which always blinded Paul to any possible defects.
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中科院软件所After a concert was over, Paul was often irritable and wretched until he got to sleep,−−and tonight he was even more than usually restless. He had the feeling of not being able to let down; of its being impossible to give up this delicious excitement which was the only thing that could be called living at all. During the last number he withdrew and, after hastily changing his clothes in the dressing−room, slipped out to the side door where the singer's carriage stood. Here he began pacing rapidly up and down the walk, waiting to e her come out.
Over yonder the Schenley, in its vacant stretch, loomed big and square through the fine rain, the windows of its twelve stories glowing like tho of a lighted card−board hou under a Christmas tree. All the actors and singers of any importance stayed there when they were in the city, and a number of the big manufacturers of the place lived there in the winter. Paul had often hung about the hotel, watching the people go in and out, longing to enter and leave school−masters and dull care behind him for ever.
At last the singer came out, accompanied by the conductor, who helped her into her carriage and clod the door with a cordial auf wiederhen,−−which t Paul to wondering whether she were not an old sweetheart of his. Paul followed the carriage over to the hotel, walking so rapidly as not to be far from the entrance when the singer alighted and disappeared behind the swinging glass doors whi
ch were opened by a negro in a tall hat and a long coat. In the moment that the door was ajar, it emed to Paul that he, too, entered. He emed to feel himlf go after her up the steps, into the warm, lighted building, into an exotic, a tropical world of shiny, glistening surfaces and basking ea. He reflected upon the mysterious dishes that were brought into the dining−room, the green bottles in buckets of ice, as he had en them in the supper party pictures of the Sunday supplement. A quick gust of wind brought the rain down with sudden vehemence, and Paul was startled to find that he was still outside in the slush of the gravel driveway; that his boots were letting in the water and his scanty overcoat was clinging wet about him; that the lights in front of the concert
hall were out, and that the rain was driving in sheets between him and the orange glow of the windows above him. There it was, what he wanted−−tangibly before him, like the fairy world of a Christmas pantomime; as the rain beat in his face, Paul wondered whether he were destined always to shiver in the black night outside, looking up at it.
He turned and walked reluctantly toward the car tracks. The end had to come sometime; his father in his night−clothes at the top of the stairs, explanations that did not explain, hastily improvid fictions that were forever tripping him up, his upstairs room and its horrible yellow wallpaper, the creaking bureau with the greasy plush collar−box, and over his painted wooden bed the pictures of George W
ashington and John Calvin, and the framed motto, "Feed my Lambs," which had been worked in red worsted by his mother, whom Paul could not remember.
集合的含义与表示Half an hour later, Paul alighted from the Negley Avenue car and went slowly down one of the side streets off the main thoroughfare. It was a highly respectable street, where all the hous were exactly alike, and where business men of moderate means begot and reared large families of children, all of whom went to Sabbath−school and learned the shorter catechism, and were interested in arithmetic; all of whom were as exactly alike as their homes, and of a piece with the monotony in which they lived. Paul never went up Cordelia Street without a shudder of loathing. His home was next the hou of the Cumberland minister. He approached it tonight with the nerveless n of defeat, the hopeless feeling of sinking back forever into ugliness and commonness that he had always had when he came home. The moment he turned into Cordelia Street he felt the waters clo above his head. After each of the orgies of living, he experienced all the physical depression which follows a debauch; the loathing of respectable beds, of common food, of a hou permeated by kitchen odours; a shuddering repulsion for the flavourless, colourless mass of every−day existence; a morbid desire for cool things and soft lights and fresh flowers.
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绩效考核的作用The nearer he approached the hou, the more absolutely unequal Paul felt to the sight of it all; his u
gly sleeping chamber; the cold bath−room with the grimy zinc tub, the cracked mirror, the dripping spiggots; his father, at the top of the stairs, his hairy legs sticking out from his nightshirt, his feet thrust into carpet slippers. He was so much later than usual that there would certainly be inquiries and reproaches. Paul stopped short before the door. He felt that he could not be accosted by his father tonight; that he could not toss again on that mirable bed. He would not go in. He would tell his father that he had no car fare, and it was raining so hard he had gone home with one of the boys and stayed all night. Meanwhile, he was wet and cold. He went around to the back of the hou and tried one of the bament windows, found it open, raid it cautiously, and scrambled down the cellar
