高中英语选修课：英语文学欣赏SisterCarrie学生版讲义资料
第一篇：高中英语选修课：英语文学欣赏 Sister Carrie 学生版讲义资料
Chapter III WEE QUESTION OF FORTUNE--FOUR-FIFTY A WEEK
Once across the river and into the wholesale district, she glanced about her for some likely door at which to apply.As she contemplated the wide windows and imposing signs, she became conscious of being gazed upon and understood for what she was--a wage-eker.She had never done this thing before, and lacked courage.To avoid a certain indefinable shame she felt at being caught spying about for a position, she quickened her steps and assumed an air of indifference suppodly common to one upon an errand.In this way she pasd many manufacturing and wholesale hous without once glancing in.At last, after veral blocks of walking, she felt that this would not do, and began to look about again, though without relaxing her pace.A little way on she saw a great door which, for some reason, attracted her attention.It was ornamented by a small brass sign, and emed to be the entrance to a vast hive of six or ven floors.“Perhaps,” she thought, “They may w
圣诞贺卡英文ant some one,” and crosd over to enter.When she came within a score of feet of the desired goal, she saw through the window a young man in a grey checked suit.That he had anything to do with the concern, she could not tell, but becau he happened to be looking in her direction her weakening heart misgave her and she hurried by, too overcome with shame to enter.Over the way stood a great six-story structure, labelled Storm and King, which she viewed with rising hope.It was a wholesale dry goods concern and employed women.She could e them moving about now and then upon the upper floors.This place she decided to enter, no matter what.She crosd over and walked directly toward the entrance.As she did so, two men came out and paud in the door.A telegraph mesnger in blue dashed past her and up the few steps that led to the entrance and disappeared.Several pedestrians out of the hurrying throng which filled the sidewalks pasd about her as she paud, hesitating.She looked helplessly around, and then, eing herlf obrved, retreated.It was too difficult a task.She could not go past them.So vere a defeat told sadly upon her nerves.Her feet carried her mechanically forward, every foot of her progress being a satisfactory portion of a flight which she gladly
made.Block after block pasd by.Upon streetlamps at the various corners she read names such as Madison, Monroe, La Salle, Clark, Dearborn, State, and still she went, her feet beginning to tire upon the broad stone flagging.She was plead in part that the streets were bright and clean.The morning sun, shining down with steadily increasing warmth, made the shady side of the streets pleasantly cool.She looked at the blue sky overhead with more realisation of its charm than had ever come to her before.Her cowardice began to trouble her in a way.She turned back, resolving to hunt up Storm and King and enter.On the way, she encountered a great wholesale shoe company, through the broad plate windows of which she saw an enclod executive
department, hidden by frosted glass.Without this enclosure, but just within the street entrance, sat a grey-haired gentleman at a small table, with a large open ledger before him.She walked by this institution veral times hesitating, but, finding herlf unobrved, faltered past the screen door and stood humble waiting.“Well, young lady,” obrved the old gentleman, looking at her somewhat kindly, “what is it you wish?” “I am, that is, do you--I mean, do you need any help?” she stammered.“Not just at prent,” he
answered smiling.“Not just at prent.Come in some time next week.Occasionally we need some one.” She received the answer in silence and backed awkwardly out.The pleasant nature of her reception rather astonished her.She had expected that it would be more difficult, that something cold and harsh would be said--she knew not what.That she had not been put to shame and made to feel her unfortunate position, emed remarkable.Somewhat encouraged, she ventured into another large structure.It was a clothing company, and more people were in evidence--well-dresd men of forty and more, surrounded by brass railings.An office boy approached her.“Who is it you wish to e?” he asked.“I want to e the manager,” she said.He ran away and spoke to one of a group of three men who were conferring together.One of the came towards her.“Well?” he said coldly.The greeting drove all courage from her at once.“Do you need any help?” she stammered.“No,” he replied abruptly, and turned upon his heel.She went foolishly out, the office boy deferentially swinging the door for her, and gladly sank into the obscuring crowd.It was a vere tback to her recently plead mental state.Now she walked quite aimlessly for a time, turning here and there, eing one great company after
another, but finding no courage to procute her single inquiry.High noon came, and with it hunger.She hunted out an unassuming restaurant and entered, but was disturbed to find that the prices were exorbitant for the size of her pur.A bowl of soup was all that she could afford, and, with this quickly eaten, she went out again.It restored her strength somewhat and made her moderately bold to pursue the arch.In walking a few blocks to fix upon some probable place, she again encountered the firm of Storm and King, and this time managed to get in.Some gentlemen were conferring clo at hand, but took no notice of her.She was left standing, gazing nervously upon the floor.When the limit of her distress had been nearly reached, she was beckoned to by a man at one of the many desks within the near-by railing.“Who is it you wish to e?” he required.“Why, any one, if you plea,” she answered.“I am looking for something to do.”
研究计划怎么写“Oh, you want to e Mr.McManus,” he returned.“Sit down,” and he pointed to a chair against the neighbouring wall.He went on leisurely writing, until after a time a short, stout gentleman came in from the street.“Mr.McManus,” called the man at the desk, “this young woman wants to e you.” The short gentleman turned about towards Carrie, and she aro
and came forward.“What can I do for you, miss?” he inquired, surveying her curiously.“I want to know if I can get a position,” she inquired.“As what?” he asked.“Not as anything in particular,” she faltered.“Have you ever had any experience in the wholesale dry goods business?” he questioned.“No, sir,” she replied.“Are you a stenographer or typewriter?” “No, sir.” “Well, we haven't anything here,” he said.“We employ only experienced help.” She began to step backward toward the door, when something about her plaintive face attracted him.“Have you ever worked at anything before?” he inquired.“No, sir,” she said.“Well, now, it's hardly possible that you would get anything to do in a wholesale hou of this kind.Have you tried the department stores?” She acknowledged that she had not.“Well, if I were you,” he said, looking at her rather genially, “I would try the department stores.They often need young women as clerks.” “Thank you,” she said, her whole nature relieved by this spark of friendly interest.“Yes,” he said, as she moved toward the door, “you try the department stores,” and off he went.……
避孕的方法有哪些……Sick at heart and in body, she turned to the west, the direction of Minnie's flat, which
课桌的英文she had now fixed in mind, and began that wearisome, baffled retreat which the eker for employment at nightfall too often makes.In passing through Fifth Avenue, south towards Van Buren Street, where she intended to take a car, she pasd the door of a large wholesale shoe hou, through the plate-glass windows of which she could e a middle-aged gentleman sitting at a small desk.One of tho forlorn impuls which often grow out of a fixed n of defeat, the last sprouting of a baffled and uprooted growth of ideas, ized upon her.She walked deliberately through the door and up to the gentleman, who looked at her weary face with partially awakened interest.“What is it?” he said.“Can you give me something to do?” said Carrie.“Now, I really don't know,” he said kindly.“What kind of work is it you want--you're not a typewriter, are you?” “Oh, no,” answered Carrie.“Well, we only employ book-keepers and typewriters here.You might go around to the side and inquire upstairs.They did want some help upstairs a few days ago.Ask for Mr.Brown.” She hastened around to the side entrance and was taken up by the elevator to the fourth floor.“Call Mr.Brown, Willie,” said the elevator man to a boy near by.Willie went off and prently returned with the information that Mr.Brown said she shou
ferreirald sit down and that he would be around in a little while.It was a portion of the stock room which gave no idea of the general character of the place, and Carrie could form no opinion of the nature of the work.“So you want something to do,” said Mr.Brown, after he inquired concerning the nature of her errand.“Have you ever been employed in a shoe factory before?” “No, sir,” said Carrie.“What is your name?” he inquired, and being informed, “Well, I don't know as I have anything for you.Would you work for four and a half a week?” Carrie was too worn by defeat not to feel that it was considerable.She had not expected that he would offer her less than six.She acquiesced, however, and he took her name and address.“Well,” he said, finally, “you report here at eight o'clock Monday morning.I think I can find something for you to do.” He left her revived by the possibilities, sure that she had found something at last.Instantly the blood crept warmly over her body.Her nervous tension relaxed.She walked out into the busy street and discovered a new atmosphere.Behold, the throng was moving with a lightsome step.She noticed that men and women were smiling.Scraps of conversation and notes of laughter floated to her.The air was light.People were already pouring out of the buildings, their labour ended
for the day.She noticed that they were plead, and thoughts of her sister's home and the meal that would be awaiting her quickened her steps.She hurried on, tired perhaps, but no longer weary of foot.What would not Minnie say!Ah, the long winter in Chicago--the lights, the crowd, the amument!This was a great, pleasing metropolis after all.Her new firm was a goodly institution.Its windows were of huge plate glass.She could probably do well there.Thoughts of Drouet returned--of the things he had told her.She now felt that life was better, that it was livelier, sprightlier.She boarded a car in the best of spirits, feeling her blood still flowing pleasantly.She would live in Chicago, her mind kept saying to itlf.She would have a better time than she had ever had before--she would be happy.
第二篇：高中英语选修课：英语文学欣赏 Langston Hughes《黑人谈河流》 学生版讲义
The Negro Speaks of Rivers I've known rivers: I've known rivers, ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.I looked upon the Nile and raid the pyramids above it.I heard t
请假表he singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans，and I've en its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunt.I've known rivers：
Ancient, dusky rivers.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.Dreams Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren Field Frozen with snow.Me and the Mule
My old mule，He's got a grin on his face.He's been a mule so long He's forgotten about his race.I'm like that old mule---Black---and don't give a damn!You got to take me Like I am.EARLY AUTUMN
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