FRIC WOKE TO THE SIGHT OF A MULTITUDE OF fathers on all sides of him, a guardian1 army in which every soldier had the same famous face.
He lay flat on his back, and not in bed. Although he remained cautiously still, pressing with something akin2 to desperation against the hard smooth surface under him, his mind turned lazily, lazily, in a whirlpool of confusion.
Huge they were, these fathers, sometimes full towering figures and sometimes only disembodied heads, but giant heads, like balloons in the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade.
Fric had the impression that he’d passed out for lack of air, which meant a terrible asthma4 attack. When he tried to breathe, however, he experienced no difficulty.
Often these enormous father faces wore noble expressions, expressions of fearless determination, of squint-eyed ferocity, but some smiled. One winked5. One laughed soundlessly. A few gazed fondly or dreamily not at Fric but at famous women with equally huge heads.
As his mind turned at a steadily6 slower speed, toward stability, Fric abruptly7 remembered the man who had come out of the mirror. He sat straight up on the attic8 floor.
[287] For a moment, his slowly spinning mind spun9 faster.
The urge to puke overcame him. He successfully resisted it and felt semiheroic.
Fric dared to tip his head back to scan the rafters for the wingless phantom10. He expected a glimpse or more of a gray wool suit in flight, black wing-tip shoes skating across the air with an ice-dancer’s grace.
He spied no flying freak, but saw everywhere the guardian fathers in full color, in duochromatic schemes, in black-and-white. They advanced, they receded11, they encircled, they loomed12.
Paper fathers, all of them.
A daredevil of modest ambition, he got to his feet and stood for a moment as if he were balancing on a high wire.
He listened and heard only the rain. The incessant13, besieging14, all-dissolving rain.
Too quick for caution, too slow for courage, Fric found his way through the memorabilia maze15, seeking the attic stairs. Perhaps inevitably16, he came to the serpent-framed mirror.
He intended to give it a wide berth17. Yet the silvered glass exerted a dark and powerful attraction.
By turns, his experience with the man from the mirror played in memory like a dream but then as real as the smell of his own fear sweat.
He felt a need to know what was truth and what was not, perhaps because too much of his life seemed unreal, making it impossible to tolerate yet one more uncertainty18. Far from brave, but less a coward than he had expected to be, he approached the snake-protected glass.
Convinced by recent events that the universe of Aelfric Manheim and that of Harry19 Potter were in quiet collision, Fric would have been alarmed but not much surprised if the carved serpents had come magically to life and had struck at him as he approached. The painted scales, the sinuous20 coils remained motionless, and the green-glass eyes glittered with only inanimate malice21.
In the looking glass, he saw only himself and a reversed still life of all that lay behind him. No glimpse of Elsewhere, no hint of Otherwhen.
[288] Tentatively, with his right hand, dismayed to see how severely22 it trembled, Fric reached toward his image. The glass felt cool and smooth—and undeniably solid—beneath his fingertips.
When he flattened23 his palm against the silver surface, making full-hand contact, the memory of Moloch seemed less like a real encounter than like a dream.
Then he realized that the eyes in his reflection were not the green that he’d grown up with, the green that he had inherited from Nominal24 Mom. These eyes were gray, a luminous25 satiny gray, with only flecks26 of green.
They were the eyes of the mirror man.
The instant that Fric recognized this terrifying difference in his reflection, a man’s two hands came from the mirror, seized him by the wrist, and passed something to him. Then the man’s hands closed over his hand and compressed it into a fist, crumpling27 the bestowed28 object before shoving him away.
In terror, Fric threw down whatever had been given to him, shuddering29 at the simultaneously30 slick and crackled texture31 of it.
He sprinted32 along the end aisle33, to the attic stairs, around and down the spiral staircase, feet slamming with such panic-powered force that behind him the metal treads thrummed like drumskins quivering with the memory of thunder.
From east hall to north, along the lonely third floor, he quaked as he passed closed doors that might be flung open by any monster the mind could imagine. He cringed from the sight of age-clouded antique mirrors above old-as-dirt consoles.
Repeatedly, he looked back, looked up, in fearful expectation. Surely Moloch would be floating toward him, an unlikely cannibal god in a business suit.
He reached the main stairs without being harmed or pursued, but he was not relieved. The banging of his heart could have drowned out the iron-shod hooves of a hundred horses mounted by a hundred Deaths with a hundred scythes34.
[289] Anyway, his enemy didn’t need to run him to ground as a fox would chase down a rabbit. If Moloch could travel by way of mirrors, why not by way of window glass? Why not through any surface well enough polished to present even a dim reflection, such as the bowl of that bronze urn3, such as the black-lacquered doors of that tall Empire cabinet, such as, such as, such as ... ?
Before him, the three-story entry rotunda35 dropped into darkness. The grand stairs that followed the curved wall to the ground floor vanished in the winding36 gloom.
The evening had waned37. The floor polishers and the decorating crew had finished their work and departed, as had the overtime38 staff. The McBees had gone to bed.
He could not remain here alone on the third floor.
Impossible.
When he pressed a wall switch, the series of crystal chandeliers that followed the curve of stairs were as one illuminated39. Hundreds of dangling40 beveled pendants cast prismatic rainbows of color on the walls.
He descended41 to the ground floor with such headlong momentum42 that if Cassandra Limone, the actress with the skull-cracking calf43 muscles, had been exercising on these stairs, Fric could not have avoided knocking her to worse than a broken ankle.
Leaping off the last step, he skidded44 to a stop on the marble floor of the rotunda, halted by his first sight of the main Christmas tree. Sixteen or eighteen feet tall, decorated exclusively with red and silver and crystal ornaments46, the tree was paralyzingly sensational47 even when its garlands of electric lights were not switched on.
The dazzling spectacle of the tree alone would not have been sufficient to give him more than the briefest pause in his flight, but as he stared up at the glitter-bedecked evergreen48, he realized that he clutched something in his right hand. Opening his fist, he saw the object that had been passed to him from the man within the mirror, the crumpled49 thing that he had been certain he’d thrown to the attic floor.
[290] Both slick and crackled in texture, light in weight, it was not a dead beetle50, not the shed skin of a snake, not a crushed bat wing, not any of the ingredients of a witch’s brew51 that he had imagined it to be. Just a wadded-up photograph.
He unfolded the picture, smoothed it between trembling hands.
Ragged52 at two edges, as if torn from a frame, the five-by-six portrait showed a pretty lady with dark hair and dark eyes. She was a stranger to him.
Fric knew from considerable experience that the way people look in pictures has nothing to do with the qualities they exhibit in life. Yet from this woman’s gentle smile, he inferred a kind heart, and he wished that he knew her.
A cursed amulet53, a poultice formulated54 to draw the immortal55 soul out of anyone who held it, a voodoo dofunny, a black-magic jiggum-bob, a satanic polywhatsit, or any of the weird56 and grisly items you might have expected to receive from something that lived inside mirrors would have been less surprising and less mystifying than this creased57 photograph. He couldn’t imagine who this woman was, what her picture was meant to signify, how he could proceed to identify her, or what he might have to gain or lose by learning her name.
His fright had been diluted58 by the calming effect of the woman’s face in the photograph, but when he lifted his gaze from the picture to the evergreen, fear concentrated in him again. Something moved in the tree.
Not branch to branch, not lurking59 in the green shadows of the boughs60: Instead, this movement manifested in the ornaments. Each silver ball, silver trumpet61, silver pendant was a three-dimensional mirror. A formless shadowy reflection flowed across those curved and shiny surfaces, back and forth62, up the tree, and down.
Only something flying around the rotunda, repeatedly approaching and retreating from the glittering tree, could possibly have cast such a reflection. No great bird, no bat with wings the size of flags, no [291] Christmas angel, no Moloch plied63 this air, however, and so it seemed that the swooping64 darkness flowed within the ornaments, rippling65 up one flank of the tree, cascading66 down another.
Less bright, murkier67 than the silver decorations, the red were mirrors, too. The same pulsing shadow traveled through those candy-apple curves and ruby68 planes, inevitably suggesting the spurt69 and flow of blood.
Fric sensed that what stalked him now—if in fact anything did—was what had stalked him in the wine cellar earlier in the evening.
The skin tightened70 on his scalp, puckered71 on the back of his neck.
In one of the fantasy novels he loved, Fric had read that ghosts could appear by an act of their own will, but could not long sustain material form if you failed to focus on them, that your wonder and your fear empowered and sustained them.
He’d read that vampires72 could not enter your home unless someone inside invited them to cross the threshold.
He’d read that an evil entity73 can escape the chains of Hell and enter a person in this world through the trivet of a Ouija board, not if you simply ask questions of the dead, but only if you’re careless enough to say something like “come join us” or “come be with us.”
He’d read a shitload of stupid things, in fact, and most of them were probably just made up by stupid novelists trying to make a buck74 while they peddled75 their stupid screenplays to stupid producers.
Nevertheless, Fric convinced himself that if he didn’t look away from the Christmas tree, the apparition76 in the blown glass would move faster, faster, growing in power by the second until, like bandoliers of grenades, every ornament45 would at once explode, piercing him with ten thousand splinters, whereupon every jagged shard77 would carry into his flesh a fragment of this pulsing darkness, which would flourish in his blood and soon become his master.
He ran past the tree, out of the rotunda.
He pressed a light switch in the north hall, and squeaked78 his [292] rubber-soled sneakers along an avenue of newly polished limestone79 floor. Past drawing room, tea room, intimate dining room, grand dining room, breakfast room, butler’s pantry, kitchen, to the end of the north wing he raced, and did not look back this time, or left, or right.
In addition to the dayroom in which the household staff took breaks and ate their lunch, and also the professionally equipped laundry, the ground-floor west wing housed the rooms and apartments of the live-in staff members.
The maids, Ms. Sanchez and Ms. Norbert, were away until the morning of the twenty-fourth. He wouldn’t have gone to them, anyway. They were nice enough, but one had a giggle80 problem and the other was full of tales of her native North Dakota, which to Fric seemed even less interesting than the island nation of Tuvalu with its thrilling coconut-export industry.
Mrs. McBee and Mr. McBee had put in an especially long hard day. By now they might be asleep, and Fric was reluctant to disturb them.
Arriving at the door of the apartment assigned to Mr. Truman, who had so recently invited him to call for help at any hour of the day or night, and to whom he had intended to go from the moment that he’d fled the attic, Fric abruptly lost his nerve. A man stepping out of a mirror; the same man flying among the attic rafters; some spirit that lived in, watched from, and might explode out of the ornaments on a Christmas tree: Fric could not imagine that such a fantastic and incoherent story would be believed by anyone, especially not by an ex-cop who’d probably grown cynical81 after listening to a million crazy tales from uncounted lying sleazeballs and deluded82 fruitcakes.
Fric worried a little about being put in a booby hatch. No one had ever before suggested that he belonged in one. But at least one booby hatch was a part of his family history. Someone would remember a certain experience of Nominal Mom’s, and maybe they would look at Fric and think, Here’s a booby in need of a hatch.
Worse, he had earlier lied to Mr. Truman, and now he would have to admit to that lie.
[293] He had not reported his weird conversations with Mysterious Caller because even that stuff had seemed too wickedly strange to be believed. He had hoped that if he just talked about a heavy-breathing pervert83, Mr. Truman would track back the calls, find the scumbag—assuming that Mysterious Caller was a scumbag—and get to the bottom of this bizarreness.
Mr. Truman had asked if Fric was telling him everything, and Fric had said, “Sure. It was this breather,” which is where the lie had been told.
Now Fric would have to admit that he’d not been what cops called “entirely forthcoming,” and cops on TV weren’t happy with dirtbags who withheld84 information. From then on, Mr. Truman would be rightly suspicious of him, wondering if the son of the biggest movie star in the world was actually just another sleazeball in the making.
Yet he had to tell Mr. Truman about Mysterious Caller in order to tell him about the Robin85 Goodfellow who was actually Moloch, and he had to tell him about Moloch in order to prepare him for the story of the totally insane events that had happened in the attic.
This seemed like way too much crazy stuff to explain to anyone in one big load, let alone to a cynical ex-cop who had seen it all twice too often and who hated unforthcoming slopbuckets. By not telling Mr. Truman the full truth earlier in the evening, Fric had dug a hole for himself, just like stupid people in stupid cop shows were always digging holes for themselves, innocent and guilty alike.
Lying won’t get you anything but misery86.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The sole proof of his tale was the crumpled photograph of the pretty lady with the gentle smile, which had been thrust into his hands by the man in the mirror.
He stared at the door to Mr. Truman’s apartment.
He looked at the photograph.
The photograph didn’t prove anything. He could have gotten it from anyone, from anywhere.
[294] If the man in the mirror had given him a magic ring that allowed him to turn into a cat, or had given him a two-headed toad87 that spoke88 English out of one head and French out of the other, and sang Britney Spears tunes89 out of its butt90, that would have been proof.
The photo amounted to nothing. Just a crumpled picture. Nothing more than a portrait of a pretty lady with a great smile, a stranger.
If Fric reported what had happened in the attic, Mr. Truman would think that he’d been smoking weed. He would lose whatever credibility he currently had.
Without knocking, he turned away from the door.
In this battle, he stood alone. Standing91 alone was nothing new, but it sure was getting tiresome92.
收听单词发音 |
1
guardian
|
|
| n.监护人；守卫者，保护者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
akin
|
|
| adj.同族的，类似的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
urn
|
|
| n.（有座脚的）瓮；坟墓；骨灰瓮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
asthma
|
|
| n.气喘病，哮喘病 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
winked
|
|
| v.使眼色( wink的过去式和过去分词 )；递眼色（表示友好或高兴等）；（指光）闪烁；闪亮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
steadily
|
|
| adv.稳定地；不变地；持续地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
abruptly
|
|
| adv.突然地，出其不意地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
attic
|
|
| n.顶楼，屋顶室 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
spun
|
|
| v.纺，杜撰，急转身 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
phantom
|
|
| n.幻影，虚位，幽灵；adj.错觉的，幻影的，幽灵的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
receded
|
|
| v.逐渐远离( recede的过去式和过去分词 )；向后倾斜；自原处后退或避开别人的注视；尤指问题 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
loomed
|
|
| v.隐约出现，阴森地逼近( loom的过去式和过去分词 )；隐约出现，阴森地逼近 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
incessant
|
|
| adj.不停的，连续的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
besieging
|
|
| 包围，围困，围攻( besiege的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
maze
|
|
| n.迷宫，八阵图，混乱，迷惑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
inevitably
|
|
| adv.不可避免地；必然发生地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
berth
|
|
| n.卧铺，停泊地，锚位；v.使停泊 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
uncertainty
|
|
| n.易变，靠不住，不确知，不确定的事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
harry
|
|
| vt.掠夺，蹂躏，使苦恼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
sinuous
|
|
| adj.蜿蜒的，迂回的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
malice
|
|
| n.恶意，怨恨，蓄意；[律]预谋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
severely
|
|
| adv.严格地；严厉地；非常恶劣地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
flattened
|
|
| [医]（水）平扁的，弄平的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
nominal
|
|
| adj.名义上的；(金额、租金)微不足道的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
luminous
|
|
| adj.发光的，发亮的；光明的；明白易懂的；有启发的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
flecks
|
|
| n.斑点，小点( fleck的名词复数 )；癍 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
crumpling
|
|
| 压皱，弄皱( crumple的现在分词 )； 变皱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
bestowed
|
|
| 赠给，授予( bestow的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
shuddering
|
|
| v.战栗( shudder的现在分词 )；发抖；（机器、车辆等）突然震动；颤动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
simultaneously
|
|
| adv.同时发生地，同时进行地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
texture
|
|
| n.(织物)质地；(材料)构造；结构；肌理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
sprinted
|
|
| v.短距离疾跑( sprint的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
aisle
|
|
| n.（教堂、教室、戏院等里的）过道，通道 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
scythes
|
|
| n.（长柄）大镰刀( scythe的名词复数 )v.（长柄）大镰刀( scythe的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
rotunda
|
|
| n.圆形建筑物；圆厅 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
winding
|
|
| n.绕，缠，绕组，线圈 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
waned
|
|
| v.衰落( wane的过去式和过去分词 )；（月）亏；变小；变暗淡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
overtime
|
|
| adj.超时的，加班的；adv.加班地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
illuminated
|
|
| adj.被照明的；受启迪的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
dangling
|
|
| 悬吊着( dangle的现在分词 )； 摆动不定； 用某事物诱惑…； 吊胃口 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
descended
|
|
| a.为...后裔的，出身于...的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
momentum
|
|
| n.动力，冲力，势头；动量 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
calf
|
|
| n.小牛，犊，幼仔，小牛皮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
skidded
|
|
| v.（通常指车辆） 侧滑( skid的过去式和过去分词 )；打滑；滑行；（住在）贫民区 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
ornament
|
|
| v.装饰，美化；n.装饰，装饰物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
ornaments
|
|
| n.装饰( ornament的名词复数 )；点缀；装饰品；首饰v.装饰，点缀，美化( ornament的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
sensational
|
|
| adj.使人感动的，非常好的，轰动的，耸人听闻的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
evergreen
|
|
| n.常青树；adj.四季常青的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
crumpled
|
|
| adj. 弯扭的, 变皱的 动词crumple的过去式和过去分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
beetle
|
|
| n.甲虫，近视眼的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
brew
|
|
| v.酿造，调制 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
ragged
|
|
| adj.衣衫褴褛的，粗糙的，刺耳的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
amulet
|
|
| n.护身符 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
formulated
|
|
| v.构想出( formulate的过去式和过去分词 )；规划；确切地阐述；用公式表示 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
immortal
|
|
| adj.不朽的；永生的，不死的；神的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
weird
|
|
| adj.古怪的，离奇的；怪诞的，神秘而可怕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
creased
|
|
| （使…）起折痕，弄皱( crease的过去式和过去分词 )； （皮肤）皱起，使起皱纹； 皱皱巴巴 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
diluted
|
|
| 无力的，冲淡的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
lurking
|
|
| 潜在 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
boughs
|
|
| 大树枝( bough的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
trumpet
|
|
| n.喇叭，喇叭声；v.吹喇叭，吹嘘 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
plied
|
|
| v.使用（工具）( ply的过去式和过去分词 )；经常供应（食物、饮料）；固定往来；经营生意 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
swooping
|
|
| 俯冲，猛冲( swoop的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
rippling
|
|
| 起涟漪的，潺潺流水般声音的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
cascading
|
|
| 流注( cascade的现在分词 )； 大量落下； 大量垂悬； 梯流 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
murkier
|
|
| adj.阴暗的( murky的比较级 )；昏暗的；（指水）脏的；混浊的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
ruby
|
|
| n.红宝石，红宝石色 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
spurt
|
|
| v.喷出；突然进发；突然兴隆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
tightened
|
|
| 收紧( tighten的过去式和过去分词 )； （使）变紧； （使）绷紧； 加紧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
puckered
|
|
| v.（使某物）起褶子或皱纹( pucker的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
vampires
|
|
| n.吸血鬼( vampire的名词复数 )；吸血蝠；高利贷者；（舞台上的）活板门 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
entity
|
|
| n.实体，独立存在体，实际存在物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
buck
|
|
| n.雄鹿，雄兔；v.马离地跳跃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
peddled
|
|
| （沿街）叫卖( peddle的过去式和过去分词 )； 兜售； 宣传； 散播 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
apparition
|
|
| n.幽灵，神奇的现象 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
shard
|
|
| n.（陶瓷器、瓦等的）破片，碎片 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
squeaked
|
|
| v.短促地尖叫( squeak的过去式和过去分词 )；吱吱叫；告密；充当告密者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
limestone
|
|
| n.石灰石 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
giggle
|
|
| n.痴笑，咯咯地笑；v.咯咯地笑着说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
cynical
|
|
| adj.(对人性或动机)怀疑的，不信世道向善的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
deluded
|
|
| v.欺骗，哄骗( delude的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
pervert
|
|
| n.堕落者，反常者；vt.误用，滥用；使人堕落，使入邪路 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
withheld
|
|
| withhold过去式及过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
robin
|
|
| n.知更鸟，红襟鸟 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
misery
|
|
| n.痛苦，苦恼，苦难；悲惨的境遇，贫苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
toad
|
|
| n.蟾蜍，癞蛤蟆 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
tunes
|
|
| n.曲调，曲子( tune的名词复数 )v.调音( tune的第三人称单数 )；调整；（给收音机、电视等）调谐；使协调 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
butt
|
|
| n.笑柄；烟蒂；枪托；臀部；v.用头撞或顶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
tiresome
|
|
| adj.令人疲劳的，令人厌倦的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |