●不满和牢骚时啊呸!真见鬼!Oh, heck! *heck表示有点灰心和失望。Oh, heck! I failed the test. (噢，见鬼!没考及格。)Oh, darn!Oh, no!什么!Shucks! *承认自己的错误，或回应别人对自己的不满时。Where is your homework? (你的作业在哪儿呢?)Shucks! I forgot it at home. (哎呀!我忘在家里了。)真见鬼!Shoot! *表示厌恶、激怒、惊奇等。常用来表示事情并不像自己所想像的那样顺利时。Shoot! I Missed the train. (真见鬼!我没赶上电车。)Sheesh!他妈的!Shit! *听起来很低级。shoot是shit的委婉说法。啊!糟了!Uh-oh. *表示“不好”、“糟了”，带有惊讶的语气。Did you bring the book I lent you? (你借我的书带来了吗?)Uh-oh. I forgot. (啊，糟了，我忘了。)有的事是行不通的。Not everything is logical. *logical “合逻辑的”、“合乎道理的”。...　

Letters to His Son, 1750by The Earl of ChesterfieldLETTERS TO HIS SONBy the EARL OF CHESTERFIELDon the Fine Art of becoming aMAN OF THE WORLDand aGENTLEMANLETTER CLONDON, January 8, O. S. 1750DEAR BOY: I have seldom or never written to you upon the subject of religion and morality; your own reason, I am persuaded, has given you true notions of both; they speak best for themselves; but if they wanted assistance, you have Mr. Harte at hand, both for precept and example; to your own reason, therefore, and to Mr. Harte, shall I refer you for the reality of both, and confine myself in this letter to the decency, the utility, and the necessity of scrupulously preserving the appearances of both. 　

　1　　 The house was on Dresden Avenue in the Oak Noll section of Pasadena, a big solid cool-looking house with burgundy brick walls, a terra cotta tile roof, and a white stone trim. The front windows were leaded downstairs. Upstairs windows were of the cottage type and had a lot of rococo imitation stonework trimming around them.　 From the front wall and its attendant flowering bushes a half acre or so of fine green lawn drifted in a gentle slope down to the street, passing on the way an enormous deodar around which it flowed like a cool green tide around a rock. The sidewalk and the parkway were both very wide and in the parkway were three white acacias that were worth seeing. There was a h　

1. First SightThis was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep.High school.Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, thisought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grewused to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last.I suppose this was my form of sleep—if sleep was defined as the inert statebetween active periods.I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria,imagining patterns into them that were not there. It was one way to tune out the voicesthat babbled like the gush of a river inside my head.Several hundred of these voices I ignored out of bored　

THE SIX ENNEADSby Plotinustranslated by Stephen MacKenna and B. S. PageTHE FIRST ENNEAD.FIRST TRACTATE.THE ANIMATE AND THE MAN.1. Pleasure and distress, fear and courage, desire and aversion, where have these affections and experiences their seat? Clearly, either in the Soul alone, or in the Soul as employing the body, or in some third entity deriving from both. And for this third entity, again, there are two possible modes: it might be either a blend or a distinct form due to the blending. And what applies to the affections applies also to whatsoever acts, physical or mental, spring from them. We have, therefore, to examine discursive-reason and the ordinary mental action upon 　

BEASTS AND SUPER-BEASTSBEASTS AND SUPER-BEASTSH. H. MUNRO ("SAKI")1- Page 2-BEASTS AND SUPER-BEASTSTHE SHE-WOLFLEONARD BILSITER was one of those people who have failed tofind this world attractive or interesting, and who have soughtcompensation in an "unseen world" of their own experience orimagination - or invention. Children do that sort of thing successfully,...　

Letters to His Son, 1766-71by The Earl of ChesterfieldLETTERS TO HIS SONBy the EARL OF CHESTERFIELDon the Fine Art of becoming aMAN OF THE WORLDand aGENTLEMANLETTER CCLXXXIVLONDON, February 11, 1766MY DEAR FRIEND: I received two days ago your letter of the 25th past;and your former, which you mention in it, but ten days ago; this mayeasily be accounted for from the badness of the weather, and consequentlyof the roads. I hardly remember so severe a win ter; it has occasioned...　

STORIESSTORIESBy English Authors in Germany1- Page 2-STORIESTHE BIRD ON ITS JOURNEYBY BEATRICE HARRADENIt was about four in the afternoon when a young girl came into thesalon of the little hotel at C in Switzerland, and drew her chair up to thefire."You are soaked through," said an elderly lady, who was herself tryingto get roasted. "You ought to lose no time in changing your clothes.""I have not anything to change," said the young girl, laughing. "Oh, I...　

　　LIKE THE THEATER DISTRICTS OF so many great cities across the Imajica, whether in Reconciled Dominions or in the Fifth, the neighborhood in which the Ipse stood had been a place of some notoriety in earlier times, when actors of both sexes had supplemented their wages with the old five-acter-hiring, retiring, seduction, conjunction, and remittance-all played hourly, night and day. The center of these activities had moved away, however, to the other side of the city, where the burgeoning numbers of middle-class clients felt less exposed to the gaze of their peers out seeking more respectable entertainment. Lickerish Street and its environs had sprung up in a matter of months and quickly be　

The Chateau of Prince Polignacby Anthony TrollopeFew Englishmen or Englishwomen are intimately acquainted with thelittle town of Le Puy. It is the capital of the old province of LeVelay, which also is now but little known, even to French ears, forit is in these days called by the imperial name of the Department ofthe Haute Loire. It is to the south-east of Auvergne, and is nearlyin the centre of the southern half of France.But few towns, merely as towns, can be better worth visiting. Inthe first place, the volcanic formation of the ground on which itstands is not only singular in the extreme, so as to be interestingto the geologist, but it is so picturesque as to be equally...　

The Darrow EnigmaThe Darrow Enigmaby Melvin L. Severy1- Page 2-The Darrow EnigmaTHE EPISODE OF THEDARKENED ROOMCHAPTER IWhat shall we say when Dream-Pictures leave their frames of nightand push us from the waking world?As the part I played in the events I am about to narrate was rather thatof a passive observer than of an active participant, I need say little of...　

　　His mind absorbed the scene before him, so quiet and calm and . . . normal. It was the life he had always wanted, a gathering of family and friends-he knew that they were just that, though the only one he recognized was his dear mother.　　This was the way it was supposed to be. The warmth and the love, the laughter and the quiet times. This was how he had always dreamed it would be, how he had always prayed it would be. The warm, inviting smiles. The pleasant conversation. The gentle pats on shoulders.　　But most of all there was the smile of his beloved mother, so happy now, no more a slave. When she looked at him, he saw all of that and more, saw how proud she was of him, how joyful her l