Lesson 1 Too Clever Text A
A farmer who lived in a small village suffered from a vere pain in the chest. This never emed to get any better. The farmer eventually decided that he would consult a doctor in the nearest town. But as he was a mirly person he thought he would find out what he would have to pay this doctor. He was told that a patient had to pay three pounds for the first visit and one pound for the cond' visit. The farmer thought about this for a long time, and then he decided to go and consult the doctor in the town.
As he came into the doctor's consulting room, he said causally,´ Good morning, doctor. Here I am again.' The doctor was a little surprid. He asked him a few questions, examined his chest and then took the pound which the farmer insisted on giving him. Then the doctor said with a smile , Well , sir. There's nothing new. Plea continue to take the same medicine I gave you the first time you came to e me.'
Text B
A man went to e his doctor one day becau he was suffering from pains in his stomach. After the doctor had examined him carefully, he said to him, `Well, there's nothing really
wrong with you, I'm glad to say. Your only trouble is that you worry too much. Do you know, I had a man with the same trouble as you in here a few weeks ago, and I gave him the same advice as I'm going to give you. He was worried becau he couldn't pay his tailor's bills. I told him not to worry his head about the bills any more. He followed my advice, and when he came to e me again two days ago, he told me that he now feels quite all right again. '
`Yes, I know all about that,' answered the patient sadly.`You e , I'm that man's tailor.'
孔卡翻译Additional Information
Doctor: Good morning. How are you?
Patient: I'm very worried; doctor.
Doctor: Oh? What are you worried about?
Patient: I'm afraid that I'm very ill.
Doctor: I'm sorry to hear that. Why do you think so?
Patient: Becau I feel tired all the time, even when I wake up in the morning. I find
it very difficult to do any work. 1 have no appetite. My wife cooks me
delicious meals but I can only eat a little.
Doctor: How do you sleep?
Patient: Very badly, doctor.
Doctor: Do you find it difficult to get to sleep, or do you wake up early?
Fatient: Both, doctor. I never get to sleep until 2 o'clock and I always wake at 5.
Doctor: Are you worried about anything?
Patient: Well , yes , I am. I'm worried about my work. I've just taken a new job.
I earn a lot of money but it's difficult work. I'm always afraid of making
a mistake.
Doctor: I e. Plea take off your shirt and lie down on the couch.
Patient: Yes , doctor.(The Doctor examines the patient )
Doctor: Well , there's nothing very much wrong with you , I'm glad to say. You're
working too hard and worrying too much. Do you take much exerci?
Patient: No, doctor. I never have enough time for exerci. I start work very early in
the morning and finish late in the evening. Then I can't get to sleep.Can
you give me some medicine to help me to sleep?
Doctor: I can, but I'm not going to. You don't need medicine. You need advice.
Don't work so hard. Too much work is bad. for you. Don't worry about your
work. It's silly to worry. Take regular exerci.
Patient: But I may lo my job , doctor ! It's hard to get a job like mine.
Doctor: Then get an easier one , even if you earn less money.
Which would you rather have, health or wealth?
男生护肤步骤Patient: You' re right , doctor. It's more important to be healthy than wealthy. I'll
change my job. I'm grateful for your advice.
Doctor: Come and e me again in a month's time. I think you'll be a different man
Lesson 2 Au Pair Girl Text A Gretel comes from Austria. She is eighteen years old. She is going to stay with the Clark family for a year. Gretel has come to England becau she wants to improve her English. She works as an au pair girl. She helps Mrs Clark in the hou and attends English class regularly in her spare time. Gretel hasn' t been in England long and everything is strange to her. She often compares life in London with life
in Vienna. Some things are nicer in London; other things are not so nice. For instance, the shops are bigger in London than in Vienna and there is greater variety. But it's more expensive to enjoy yourlf in London. It's expensive to have a meal at a restaurant or to go to a theatre.
Gretel has got ud to many things already, but she can't get ud to breakfast in England. You English eat so much in the morning, she often says. Fruit juice, porridge, bacon and egg, tea, toast and marmalade! How can you face all that food so early in the day? 腊羊肉
Text B Maria had decided that as soon as she had finished school she would become an au pair girl in London. Two of her friends had already spent a year with a family in Kensington, and told her they had had an interesting time and had managed to learn a lot of English. She was advid by her Head Teacher to get her parents' connt and to make all the necessary arrangements prior to her departure: have enough money for her return fare, know exactly what kind of a family she was going to live with and what they expected of her.
Shortly after her eighteenth birthday Maria received a letter from Mrs Hutchinson, the wife of an advertising executive, stating the terms on which she would be employed. The Hutchinsons lived in a hou in Chela. They had three children; two boys, aged fourteen and ten, both at boarding schools, the elder at a Public School in the Midlands and the younger at a Preparatory School in Surrey; the youngest child was a girl aged eight, and she went to the French Lycee in South Kensington. During term time Maria would have to take the girl to school in the morning and fetch her in the afternoon. She would have to help Mrs Hutchinson in the hou - washing up, making the beds, laying the table, dusting the rooms, answering the door, taking telephone messages, shopping and running errands. She would be guaranteed three evenings a week free and could attend English class either from eleven till one in the morning or from half past one till four in the afternoon. She would receive 3 a week pocket money. Maria was delighted with the conditions and thought that they were fair. She also liked the look of the family, as Mrs Hutchinson had thoughtfully enclod a photograph with her letter.
Additional Information It was nothing for a girl t.o be nt away to rvice when she was e
leven years old. That meant leaving the family as she had never been parted from for a day in her life before, and going to some place miles away to be treated like a dog. I've got nothing against girls going into good rvice. In my opinion, good rvice in a properly run big hou was a wonderful training for a lot of girls who never would have en anything different all the days of their lives if they hadn't gone. It was better than working on the land, then, and if it still existed now, I reckon I'd rather e any of my daughters be a goodhoumaid or a well-trained parlour maid than a dolled-up shop-assistant or a factory worker. But folks are too proud to work for other folks, now. even if it's to their own advantage, though as far as I can e you are still working for other folks , whatever you're doing. Big hous didn't want little
girls of eleven, even as kitchen maids, so the first few ycars had to be put in somewhere el, before you got even that amount of promotion. Big hous expected good rvice, but you got good treatment in return. It . wasn't like that at the sort of place my friends had to go. Mostly they went to the farmers' hous within ten or twenty miles from where they'd been born. The farmers were a jumped Up, proud lot who didn't know ho
w to treat the people who worked for them. They took advantage of the poor people's need to get their girls off their hands to get little slaves for nearly nothing. The conditions were terrible.
Lesson 3 Who Took the Money?
Text A Mr Smith gave his wife ten pounds for her birthday-ten pretty pound notes. So the day after her birthday, Mrs Smith went shopping. She queued for a bus, got on and sat down next to an old lady. After a while, she noticed that the old lady's handbag was open. Inside it, she saw a wad of pound notes exactly like the one her husband had given her. So she quickly looked into her own bag- the notes had gone!
Mrs Smith was sure that the old lady who was sitting next to her had stolen them. She thought she would have to call the police; but, as she disliked making a fuss and getting people into trouble, she decided to take back the money from the old lady's handbag and say nothing more about it. She looked round the bus to make sure nobody was watching, then she carefully put her hand into the old lady's bag , took the notes and put them in her own bag.
When she got home that evening, she showed her husband the beautiful hat she had bought.
´How did you pay for it?' he asked.
´With the money you gave me for my birthday, of cour,' she replied.
´Oh? What's that, then?' he asked, as he pointed to a wad of ten pound notes on the table.
Text B 'Goodbye, darling,' said Mr Mackin. 'I'll be late tonight.' Poor George, she thought. He was always in a hurry in the morning, and it wasn't unusual for him to come home late at night. He worked for a shoe company in Lceds. and therc was such a lot of work that he normally staycd in the office till ven or cight.
When George had left the hou Mrs Mackin sat down. in an armchair and turned on the radio. It was a few minutes past eight , and she heard the last words of the news :'...wman who escaped ds prison yesterday is still free. The police warn you not to open your door to strangers. '
She turned off the radio. The houwork was waiting for her. Shc made the beds and was
hed the dishes. There wasn't auy shopping to do. and so she thought for a moment of all the Work in the garden.
生产部经理The Mackins lived in a hou with a large garden in a suburb of Leeds. Behind the garden there were some trees. and then the cpen fields.
Suddenly Mrs Mackin remembered the news. She laughed uneasily. That prison is only 15 miles away, she thought. She didn't work in the garden, she mended her husband 's shirts instead And she care.fully lockcd the front door and clod all the windows.
It was getting dark. She turned on the lights in the livingroom.Thcn she noticed that she had turned on the lights in most of the roonss in the hou.
'How silly I am!' she said nervously and went into the other rooms and turned the leghts on.
几经辗转的意思The person at the door said something loudly. but she was so frightened that she dien't understand a word. Additional Information Do you believe in ghosts? I don't, eitlter-or at least I didn't until I heard a strange story the other day from Mr Mike Paton, of 19 Marlborough llill.
It all began on November 28, whcn Mr Paton's eight-ycar-old son, Bob , was playing in the big back garden of his parents' hou. He met an old man with a long white beard. The old man told Bob he was builcling the underground railway there, but Bob didn't believe him. Bob told me afterwards that he knew the underground ran under Marlborough Hill itlf. The old man said there had been an accident the day before. Then he went away.
At first the Patons didn't believe Bob's story. Mrs Paton told me that Bob often made up stories about ghosts and monsters, like other children of his age. But Mr Paton was curious and decided that he would go to the library to check up on the facts.
He found that the railway compapy had started to build the line to the west of Marlborough Hill in 1881. but they had run into an underground river. Ten workmen had died in an accident and the Company had changed the direction of the line and built the prent tunnel under Marlborough Hill. At first I didn't believe Mr Paton's storv either, so I did some rearch mylf.
Inspector Bright of the Metropolitan Police said it was natural to find tramps in the district i
n winter, but no one had reported one answering the description I had given him since last August.
Mr Joph Griffiths of London Transport checked the files on the accident for me. He told me that the accident had apparently taken place on or very near the junction of Marlborough Hill and Woodstock Avenue on 27 November 1881. Mr Paton's hou stands on the corner! 家有老爸
陈词滥调The source of this extraordinary story was not affected by the news. 'I told Mummy it was true,' young Bob Paton told me yesterday. When I left the hou he was playing happily with his toy cars-in the garden!
