Dear Father Time—This is your night of triumph, and it seems only fair to pay you a little tribute. Some people, in a noble mood of bravado1, consider New Year's Eve an occasion of festivity. Long, long in advance they reserve a table at their favorite café; and becomingly habited in boiled shirts or gowns of the lowest visibility, and well armed with a commodity which is said to be synonymous with yourself—money—they seek to outwit you by crowding a month of merriment into half a dozen hours. Yet their victory is brief and fallacious, for if hours spin too fast by night they will move grindingly on the axle the next morning. None of us can beat you in the end. Even the hat-check boy grows old, becomes gray and dies at last babbling3 of greenbacks.
To my own taste, old Time, it is more agreeable to make this evening a season of gruesome brooding. Morosely4 I survey the faults and follies5 of my last year. I am grown too canny6 to pour the new wine of good resolution into the old bottles of my imperfect humors. But I get a certain grim satisfaction in thinking how we all—every human being of us—share alike in bondage7 to your oppression. There is the only true and complete democracy, the only absolute brotherhood8 of man. The great ones of the earth—Charley Chaplin and Douglas Fairbanks, General Pershing and Miss Amy Lowell—all these are in service to the same tyranny. Day after day slips or jolts9 past, joins the Great Majority; suddenly we wake with a start to find that the best of it is gone by. Surely it seems but a day ago that Stevenson set out to write a little book that was to be called "Life at Twenty-five"—before he got it written he was long past the delectable10 age—and now we rub our eyes and see he has been dead longer than the span of life he then so delightfully11 contemplated12. If there is one meditation13 common to every adult on this globe it is this, so variously phrased, "Well, bo, Time sure does hustle14."
Some of them have scurvily15 entreated16 you, old Time! The thief of youth, they have called you; a highwayman, a gipsy, a grim reaper17. It seems a little unfair. For you have your kindly18 moods, too. Without your gentle passage where were Memory, the sweetest of lesser19 pleasures? You are the only medicine for many a woe20, many a sore heart. And surely you have a right to reap where you alone have sown? Our strength, our wit, our comeliness21, all those virtues22 and graces that you pilfer23 with such gentle hand, did you not give them to us in the first place? Give, do I say? Nay24, we knew, even as we clutched them, they were but a loan. And the great immortality25 of the race endures, for every day that we see taken away from ourselves we see added to our children or our grandchildren. It was Shakespeare, who thought a great deal about you, who put it best:
Nativity, once in the main of light,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound—
It is to be hoped, my dear Time, that you have read Shakespeare's sonnets28, because they will teach you a deal about the dignity of your career, and also suggest to you the only way we have of keeping up with you. There is no way of outwitting Time, Shakespeare tells his young friend, "Save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence." Or, as a poor bungling29 parodist30 revamped it:
Pep is the stuff to put Old Time on skids—
Pep in your copy, yes, and lots of kids.
It is true that Shakespeare hints another way of doing you in, which is to write sonnets as good as his. This way, needless to add, is open to few.
Well, my dear Time, you are not going to fool me into making myself ridiculous this New Year's Eve with a lot of bonny but impossible resolutions. I know that you are playing with me just as a cat plays with a mouse; yet even the most piteous mousekin sometimes causes his tormentor31 surprise or disappointment by getting under a bureau or behind the stove, where, for the moment, she cannot paw him. Every now and then, with a little luck, I shall pull off just such a scurry32 into temporary immortality. It may come by reading Dickens or by seeing a sunset, or by lunching with friends, or by forgetting to wind the alarm clock, or by contemplating33 the rosy34 little pate35 of my daughter, who is still only a nine days' wonder—so young that she doesn't even know what you are doing to her. But you are not going to have the laugh on me by luring36 me into resolutions. I know my weaknesses. I know that I shall probably continue to annoy newsdealers by reading the magazines on the stalls instead of buying them; that I shall put off having my hair cut; drop tobacco cinders37 on my waistcoat; feel bored at the idea of having to shave and get dressed; be nervous when the gas burner pops when turned off; buy more Liberty Bonds than I can afford and have to hock them at a grievous loss. I shall continue to be pleasant to insurance agents, from sheer lack of manhood; and to keep library books out over the date and so incur38 a fine. My only hope, you see, is resolutely39 to determine to persist in these failings. Then, by sheer perversity40, I may grow out of them.
Man and woman carrying baby
What avail, indeed, for any of us to make good resolutions when one contemplates41 the grand pageant42 of human frailty43? Observe what I noticed the other day in the Lost and Found column of the New York Times:
LOST—Hotel Imperial lavatory44, set of teeth. Call or communicate Flint, 134 East 43d street. Reward.
Surely, if Mr. Flint could not remember to keep his teeth in his mouth, or if any one else was so basely whimsical as to juggle45 them away from him, it may well teach us to be chary46 of extravagant47 hopes for the future. Even the League of Nations, when one contemplates the sad case of Mr. Flint, becomes a rather anemic safeguard. We had better keep Mr. Flint in mind through the New Year as a symbol of human error and disappointment. And the best of it is, my dear Time, that you, too, may be a little careless. Perhaps one of these days you may doze2 a little and we shall steal a few hours of timeless bliss48. Shall we see a little ad in the papers:
LOST—Sixty valuable minutes, said to have been stolen by the unworthy human race. If found, please return to Father Time, and no questions asked.
Well, my dear Time, we approach the Zero Hour. I hope you will have a Happy New Year, and conduct yourself with becoming restraint. So live, my dear fellow, that we may say, "A good Time was enjoyed by all." As the hands of the clock go over the top and into the No Man's Land of the New Year, good luck to you!
Your obedient servant!
点击收听单词发音
1 bravado | |
n.虚张声势,故作勇敢,逞能 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 doze | |
v.打瞌睡;n.打盹,假寐 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 babbling | |
n.胡说,婴儿发出的咿哑声adj.胡说的v.喋喋不休( babble的现在分词 );作潺潺声(如流水);含糊不清地说话;泄漏秘密 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 morosely | |
adv.愁眉苦脸地,忧郁地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 follies | |
罪恶,时事讽刺剧; 愚蠢,蠢笨,愚蠢的行为、思想或做法( folly的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 canny | |
adj.谨慎的,节俭的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 bondage | |
n.奴役,束缚 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 brotherhood | |
n.兄弟般的关系,手中情谊 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 jolts | |
(使)摇动, (使)震惊( jolt的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 delectable | |
adj.使人愉快的;美味的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 delightfully | |
大喜,欣然 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 contemplated | |
adj. 预期的 动词contemplate的过去分词形式 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 meditation | |
n.熟虑,(尤指宗教的)默想,沉思,(pl.)冥想录 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 hustle | |
v.推搡;竭力兜售或获取;催促;n.奔忙(碌) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 scurvily | |
下流地,粗鄙地,无礼地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 entreated | |
恳求,乞求( entreat的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 reaper | |
n.收割者,收割机 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 kindly | |
adj.和蔼的,温和的,爽快的;adv.温和地,亲切地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 lesser | |
adj.次要的,较小的;adv.较小地,较少地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 woe | |
n.悲哀,苦痛,不幸,困难;int.用来表达悲伤或惊慌 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 comeliness | |
n. 清秀, 美丽, 合宜 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 virtues | |
美德( virtue的名词复数 ); 德行; 优点; 长处 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 pilfer | |
v.盗,偷,窃 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 nay | |
adv.不;n.反对票,投反对票者 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 immortality | |
n.不死,不朽 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 maturity | |
n.成熟;完成;(支票、债券等)到期 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 crooked | |
adj.弯曲的;不诚实的,狡猾的,不正当的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 sonnets | |
n.十四行诗( sonnet的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 bungling | |
adj.笨拙的,粗劣的v.搞糟,完不成( bungle的现在分词 );笨手笨脚地做;失败;完不成 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 parodist | |
n.打油诗作者,诙谐文作者 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 tormentor | |
n. 使苦痛之人, 使苦恼之物, 侧幕 =tormenter | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 scurry | |
vi.急匆匆地走;使急赶;催促;n.快步急跑,疾走;仓皇奔跑声;骤雨,骤雪;短距离赛马 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 contemplating | |
深思,细想,仔细考虑( contemplate的现在分词 ); 注视,凝视; 考虑接受(发生某事的可能性); 深思熟虑,沉思,苦思冥想 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34 rosy | |
adj.美好的,乐观的,玫瑰色的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35 pate | |
n.头顶;光顶 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36 luring | |
吸引,引诱(lure的现在分词形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37 cinders | |
n.煤渣( cinder的名词复数 );炭渣;煤渣路;煤渣跑道 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38 incur | |
vt.招致,蒙受,遭遇 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39 resolutely | |
adj.坚决地,果断地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40 perversity | |
n.任性;刚愎自用 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
41 contemplates | |
深思,细想,仔细考虑( contemplate的第三人称单数 ); 注视,凝视; 考虑接受(发生某事的可能性); 深思熟虑,沉思,苦思冥想 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
42 pageant | |
n.壮观的游行;露天历史剧 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
43 frailty | |
n.脆弱;意志薄弱 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
44 lavatory | |
n.盥洗室,厕所 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
45 juggle | |
v.变戏法,纂改,欺骗,同时做;n.玩杂耍,纂改,花招 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
46 chary | |
adj.谨慎的,细心的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
47 extravagant | |
adj.奢侈的;过分的;(言行等)放肆的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
48 bliss | |
n.狂喜,福佑,天赐的福 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |