E14Gwen陪你读英⽂原版书《玛蒂尔达》
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《玛蒂尔达》
作者：Roald Dahl
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朗读：Gwen
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Throwing the Hammer中秋对月
水瓶男遇到真爱的反应The nice thing about Matilda was that if you had met her casually and talked to her you would have thought she was a perfectly normal five-and-a-half-year-old child. She displayed almost no outward signs of her brilliance and she never showed off. "This is a very nsible and quiet little girl," you would have said to yourlf. And unless for some reason you had started a discussion with her about literature or mathematics, you would never have known the extent of her brain-power.
It was therefore easy for Matilda to make friends with other children. All tho in her class liked her. They knew of cour that she was "clever" becau they had heard her being questioned by Miss Honey on the first day of term. And they knew also that she was allowed to sit quietly with a book during lessons and not pay attention to the teacher. But children of their age do not arch deeply for reasons. They are far too wrapped up in their own small struggles to worry overmuch about what others are doing and why.
Among Matilda's new-found friends was the girl called Lavender. Right from the first day of term the two of them started wandering round together during the morning-break and in the lunch-hour. Lavender was exceptionally small for her age, a skinny little nymph with deep-brown eyes and with dark hair that was cut in a fringe across her forehead. Matilda liked her becau she was gutsy and adventurous. She liked Matilda for exactly the same reasons.
Before the first week of term was up, awesome tales about the Headmistress, Miss Trunchbull, began to filter through to the newcomers. Matilda and Lavender, standing in a corner of the playground during morning-break on the third day, were approached by a rugged ten-year-old with a boil on her no, called Hortensia. "New scum, I suppo," Hortensia said to them, looking down from her great height. She was eating from an extra large bag of potato crisps and digging the stuff o
ut in handfuls. "Welcome to borstal," she added, spraying bits of crisp out of her mouth like snow-flakes.
The two tiny ones, confronted by this giant, kept a watchful silence.
"Have you met the Trunchbull yet?" Hortensia asked.
"We've en her at prayers," Lavender said, "but we haven't met her."
"You've got a treat coming to you," Hortensia said. "She hates very small children. She therefore loathes the bottom class and everyone in it. She thinks five-year-olds are grubs that haven't yet hatched out." In went another fistful of crisps and when she spoke again, out sprayed the crumbs. "If you survive your first year you may just manage to live through the rest of your time here. But many
don't survive. They get carried out on stretchers screaming. I've en it often." Hortensia paud to obrve the effect the remarks were having on the two titchy ones. Not very much. They emed pretty cool. So the large one decided to regale them with further information.
"I suppo you know the Trunchbull has a lockup cupboard in her private quarters called The Chokey? Have you heard about The Chokey?"
Matilda and Lavender shook their heads and continued to gaze up at the giant. Being very small, they were inclined to mistrust any creature that was larger than they were, especially nior girls.
"The Chokey", Hortensia went on, "is a very tall but very narrow cupboard. The floor is only ten inches square so you can't sit down or squat in it. You have to stand. And three of the walls are made of cement with bits of broken glass sticking out all over, so you can't lean against them. You have to stand more or less at attention all the time when you get locked up in there. It's terrible."
"Can't you lean against the door?" Matilda asked.
"Don't be daft," Hortensia said. "The door's got thousands of sharp spikey nails sticking out of it. They've been hammered through from the outside, probably by the Trunchbull herlf."
"Have you ever been in there?" Lavender asked.
"My first term I was in there six times," Hortensia said. "Twice for a whole day and the other times for two hours each. But two hours is quite bad enough. It's pitch dark and you have to stand up dead straight and if you wobble at all you get spiked either by the glass on the walls or the nails on the door.
"Why were you put in?" Matilda asked. "What had you done?"
"The first time", Hortensia said, "I poured half a tin of Golden Syrup on to the at of the chair the Trunchbull was going to sit on at prayers. It was wonderful. When she lowered herlf into the chair, there was a loud squelching noi similar to that made by a hippopotamus when lowering its foot into the mud on the banks of the Limpopo River. But you're too small and stupid to have read the Just So Stories, aren't you?"
农民用英语怎么读"I've read them," Matilda said.
"You're a liar," Hortensia said amiably. "You can't even read yet. But no matter. So when the Trunchbull sat down on the Golden Syrup, the squelch was beautiful. And when she jumped up again, the chair sort of stuck to the at of tho awful green breeches she wears and came up with her for a few conds until the thick syrup slowly came unstuck. Then she clasped her hands to the at of her breeches and both hands got covered in the muck. You should have heard her bellow."
"But how did she know it was you?" Lavender asked.
"A little squirt called Ollie Bogwhistle sneaked on me," Hortensia said. "I knocked his front teeth out."
"And the Trunchbull put you in The Chokey for a whole day?" Matilda asked, gulping.
"All day long," Hortensia said. "I was off my rocker when she let me out. I was babbling like an idiot."
"What were the other things you did to get put in The Chokey?" Lavender asked.
"Oh I can't remember them all now," Hortensia said. She spoke with the air of an old warrior who has been in so many battles that bravery has become commonplace. "It's all so long ago," she added, stuffing more crisps into her mouth. "Ah yes, I can remember one. Here's what happened. I cho a time when I knew the Trunchbull was out of the way teaching the sixth-formers, and I put up my hand and asked to go to the bogs. But instead of going there, I sneaked into the Trunchbull's room. And after a speedy arch I found the drawer where she kept all her gym knickers.''
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"Go on," Matilda said, spellbound. "What happened next?"重复的英语
"I had nt away by post, you e, for this very powerful itching-powder," Hortensia said. "It cost 50p a packet and was
腹黑文"I had nt away by post, you e, for this very powerful itching-powder," Hortensia said. "It cost 50p a packet and was called The Skin-Scorcher. The label said it was made from the powdered teeth of
deadly snakes, and it was guaranteed to rai welts the size of walnuts on your skin. So I sprinkled this stuff inside every pair of knickers in the drawer and then folded them all up again carefully." Hortensia paud to cram more crisps into her mouth.
"Did it work?" Lavender asked.
"Well," Hortensia said, "a few days later, during prayers, the Trunchbull suddenly started scratching herlf like mad down below. A-ha, I said to mylf. Here we go. She's changed for gym already. It was pretty wonderful to be sitting there watching it all and knowing that I was the only person in the whole school who realid exactly what was going on inside the Trunchbull's pants. And I felt safe, too. I knew I couldn't be caught. Then the scratching got wor. She couldn't stop. She must have thought she had a wasp's nest down there. And then, right in the middle of the Lord's Prayer, she leapt up and grabbed her bottom and rushed out of the room."
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