2011第3柠檬树英文版周翻译练习
英译汉incumbent
Luck
Mark Twain
It was at a banquet in London in honor of one of the two or three conspicuously illustrious English military names of this generation. For reasons which will prently appear, I will withhold his real name and titles and call him Lieutenant-General Lord Arthor Scoresby, Y.C.,K.C.B., etc., etc., etc. What a fascination there is in a renowned name! There sat the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands of times since that day, thirty years before, when his name shot suddenly to the zenith from a Crimean battlefield, to remain forever celebrated. It was food and drink to me to look, and look, and look at that demi-god; scanning, arching, noting: the quietness, the rerve, the noble gravity of his countenance; the simple honesty that expresd itlf all over him; the sweet unconsciousn
ess of hiss greatness---unconsciousness of the hundreds of admiring eyes fastened upon him, unconsciousness of the deep, loving, sincere worship welling out of the breasts of tho people and flowing toward him.
The clergyman at my left was an old acquaintance of mine---clergyman now, but had spent the first half of his life in the camp and field and as an instructor in the military school at Woolwich. Just at the moment I have been talking about a veiled and singular light glimmered in his eyes and he leaned down and muttered confidently to me, indicating the hero of the banquet with a gesture:
“Privately---he’s an absolute fool.”
This verdict was a great surpri to me. If its subject had been Napoleon, or Socrates, or Solomon, my astonishment could not have been greater. Two things I was well aware of: that the Reverend was a man of strict veracity and that his judgment of men was good. Therefore I knew, beyond doubt or question, that the world was mistaken about this hero: he was a fool. So I meant to find out, at a convenient moment, how the Reverend, all solit
ary and alone, had discovered the cret.
法语翻译在线Some days later the opportunity came, and this is what the Reverend told me:smashing
label什么意思
About forty yeas ago I was an instructor in the military academy at Woolwich. I was prent in one of the ctions when young Scoresby underwent his preliminary examination. I was touched to the quick with pity, for the rest of the class answered up brightly and handsomely, while he---why, dear me, he didn’t know anything, so to speak. He was evidently good, and sweet, and lovable, and guileless; and so it was exceedingly painful to e him stand there, as rene as a graven image, and deliver himlf of answers which were veritably miraculous for stupidity and ignorance. All the compassion in me was aroud in his behalf. I said to mylf, when he comes to be examined again he will be flung over, of cour; so it will be simply a harmless act of charity to ea his fall as much as I can. I took him aside and found that he knew a little of Caesar’s history; and as he didn’t know anything el, I went to work and drilled him like a galley-slave on a certain line of stock questions concerning Caesar which I knew would be ud. If you’ll diel generator
26believe me, he went through with flying colors on examination day! He went through on that purely superficial “cram”, and got compliments too, while others, who knew a thousand times more than he, got plucked. By some strangely lucky accident---accident not likely to happen twice in a century--- he was asked no question outside of the narrow limits of his drill.
It was stupefying. Well, all through his cour I stood by him, with something of the ntiment which a mother feels for a crippled child; and he always saved himlf ---just by miracle, apparently.
conceptual
Now, of cour, the thing that would expo him and kill him at last was mathematics. I resolved to make his death as easy as I could; so I drilled him and crammed him, and crammed him and drilled him, just on the line of questions which the examiners would be most likely to u, and then launched him on his fate. Well, sir, try to conceive of the result: to my consternation, he took the first prize! And with it he got a perfect ovation in the way of compliments.
Sleep? There was no more sleep for me for a week. My conscience tortured me day and night. What I had done purely through charity, and only to ea the poor youth’s fall. I never had dreamed of any such preposterous results as the thing that had happened. I felt as guilty and mirable as Frankenstein. Here was a wooden head whom I had put in the way of glittering promotions and prodigious responsibilities, and but one thing could happen: he and his responsibilities would all go to ruin together at the first opportunity.
showna
The Crimean War had just broken out. Of cour, there had to be a war, I said to mylf. We couldn’t have peace and give this donkey a chance to die before he is found out. I waited for the earthquake. It came. And it made me reel when it did come. He was actually gazetted to a captaincy in a marching regiment! Better men grow old and gray in the rvice before they climb to a sublimity like that. And who could ever have foreen that they would go and put such a load of responsibility on such green and inadequate shoulders? I could just barely have stood it if they had made him a cornet; but a captain---think of it! I thought my hair would turn white.
随便的英文
Consider what I did---I who so loved repo and inaction. I said to mylf, I am responsible to the country for this, and I must go along with him and protect the country against him as far as I can. So I took my poor little capital that I had saved up through years of work and grinding economy, and went with sigh and bought a cornecy in his regiment, and away we went to the field.
