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Simon’s Luck
Simon’s Luck
Rose gets lonely in new places; she wishes she had invitations. She goes out and walks the streetsand looks in the lighted windows at all the Saturday- night parties, the Sunday- night familysuppers. It’s no good telling herself she wouldn’t be long inside there, chattering1 and gettingdrunk, or spooning up the gravy2, before she’d wish she was walking the streets. She thinks shecould take on any hospitality. She could go to parties in rooms hung with posters, lit by lamps withCoca-Cola shades, everything crumbly and askew3; or else in warm professional rooms with lots ofbooks, and brass4 rubbings, and maybe a skull5 or two; even in the recreation rooms she can just seethe6 tops of, through the basement windows: rows of beer stems, hunting horns, drinking horns,guns. She could go and sit on lurex-threaded sofas under hangings of black velvet7 displayingmountains, galleons8, polar bears, executed in brushed wool. She would like very much to bedishing up a costly9 cabinet de diplomate out of a cut-glass bowl in a rich dining room with a biggleaming belly10 of sideboard behind her, and a dim picture of horses feeding, cows feeding, sheepfeeding, on badly painted purple grass. Or she could do as well with batter11 pudding in the eatingnook of a kitchen in a little stucco house by the bus stop, plaster pears and peaches decorating thewall, ivy12 curling out of little brass pots. Rose is an actress; she can fit in anywhere.
She does get asked to parties. About two years ago, she was at a party in a high-rise apartmentbuilding in Kingston. The windows looked out on Lake Ontario and Wolfe Island. Rose didn’t livein Kingston. She lived up-country; she had been teaching drama for two years at a communitycollege. Some people were surprised that she would do this. They did not know how little moneyan actress might make; they thought that being well-known automatically meant being well-off.
She had driven down to Kingston just for this party, a fact which slightely shamed her. She hadnot met the hostess before. She had known the host last year, when he was teaching at thecommunity college and living with another girl.
The hostess, whose name was Shelley, took Rose into the bedroom to put down her coat.
Shelley was a thin, solemn-looking girl, a true blonde, with nearly white eyebrows13, hair long andthick and straight as if cut from a block of wood. It seemed that she took her waif style seriously.
Her voice was low and mournful, making Rose’s own voice, her greeting of a moment ago, soundaltogether too sprightly14 in her own ears.
In a basket at the foot of the bed a tortoiseshell cat was suckling four tiny, blind kittens.
“That’s Tasha,” the hosetess said. “We can look at her kittens but we can’t touch them, else shewouldn’t feed them any more.”
She knelt down by the basket, crooning, talking to the mother cat with an intense devotion thatRose thought affected15. The shawl around her shoulders was black, trimmed with jet beads16. Somebeads were crooked17, some were missing. It was a genuine old shawl, not an imitation. Her limp,slightly yellowed, eyelet-embroidered18 dress was genuine too, though probably a petticoat in thefirst place. Such clothes took looking for.
On the other side of the spool19 bed was a large mirror, hung suspiciously high, and tilted20. Rosetried to get a look at herself when the girl was bent21 over the basket. It is very hard to look in themirror when there is another, and particularly a younger, woman in the room. Rose was wearing aflowered cotton dress, a long dress with a tucked bodice and puffed22 sleeves, which was too short inthe waist and too tight in the bust23 to be comfortable. There was something wrongly youthful ortheatrical about it; perhaps she was not slim enough to wear that style. Her reddish-brown hair wasdyed at home. Lines ran both ways under her eyes, trapping little diamonds of darkened skin.
Rose knew by now that when she found people affected, as she did this girl, and their roomscoyly decorated, their manner of living irritating (that mirror, the patchwork24 quilt, the Japaneseerotic drawings over the bed, the African music coming from the living room), it was usuallybecause she, Rose, hadn’t received and was afraid she wouldn’t receive the attention she wanted,hadn’t penetrated25 the party, felt that she might be doomed26 to hang around on the fringes of things,making judgments27.
She felt better in the living room, where there were some people she knew, and some faces asold as her own. She drank quickly at first, and before long was using the newborn kittens as aspringboard for her own story. She said that something dreadful had happened to her cat that veryday.
“The worst of it is,” she said, “that I never liked my cat much. It wasn’t my idea to have a cat. Itwas his. He followed me home one day and insisted on being taken in. He was just like some bigsneering hulk of an unemployable, set on convincing me I owed him a living. Well, he always hada fondness for the clothes dryer28. He liked to jump in when it was warm, as soon as I’d taken theclothes out. Usually I just have one load but today I had two, and when I reached in to take thesecond load out, I thought I felt something. I thought, what do I have that’s fur?”
People moaned or laughed, in a sympathetically horrified29 way. Rose looked around at themappealingly. She felt much better. The living room, with its lake view, its careful decor (a jukebox,barber-shop mirrors, turn-of-the-century advertisements—Smoke, for your throat’s sake—old silklampshades, farmhouse30 bowls and jugs31, primitive32 masks and sculptures), no longer seemed sohostile. She took another drink of her gin and knew there was a limited time coming now whenshe would feel light and welcome as a hummingbird33, convinced that many people in the roomwere witty34 and many were kind, and some were both together.
“Oh, no, I thought. But it was. It was. Death in the dryer.”
“A warning to all pleasure seekers,” said a little sharp-faced man at her elbow, a man she hadknown slightly for years. He taught in the English department of the university, where the hosttaught now, and the hostess was a graduate student.
“That’s terrible,” said the hostess, with her cold, fixed35 look of sensitivity. Those who hadlaughed looked a bit abashed36, as if they thought they might have seemed heartless. “Your cat.
That’s terrible. How could you come tonight?”
As a matter of fact the incident had not happened today at all; it had happened last week. Rosewondered if the girl meant to put her at a disadvantage. She said sincerely and regretfully that shehadn’t been very fond of the cat and that had made it seem worse, somehow. That’s what she wastrying to explain, she said.
“I felt as if maybe it was my fault. Maybe if I’d been fonder, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“Of course it wouldn’t,” said the man beside her. “It was warmth he was seeking in the dryer. Itwas love. Ah, Rose!”
“Now you won’t be able to fuck the cat any more,” said a tall boy Rose hadn’t noticed before.
He seemed to have sprung up, right in front of her. “Fuck the dog, fuck the cat, I don’t know whatyou do, Rose.”
She was searching for his name. She had recognized him as a student, or former student.
“David,” she said. “Hello, David.” She was so pleased at coming up with the name that she wasslow in registering what he had said.
“Fuck the dog, fuck the cat,” he repeated, swaying over her.
“I beg your pardon,” Rose said, and put on a quizzical, indulgent, charming expression. Thepeople around her were finding it as hard to adjust to what the boy said as she was. The mood ofsociability, sympathy, expectation of goodwill37 was not easy to halt; it rolled on in spite of signsthat there was plenty here it wasn’t going to be able to absorb. Almost everyone was still smiling,as if the boy was telling an anecdote38 or playing a part, the point of which would be made clear in amoment. The hostess cast down her eyes and slipped away.
“Beg yours,” said the boy in a very ugly tone. “Up yours, Rose.” He was white and brittle-looking, desperately39 drunk. He had probably been brought up in a gentle home, where peopletalked about answering Nature’s call and blessed each other for sneezing.
A short, strong man with black curly hair took hold of the boy’s arm just below the shoulder.
“Move it along,” he said, almost maternally40. He spoke41 with a muddled42 European accent, mostlyFrench, Rose thought, though she was not good about accents. She did tend to think, in spite ofknowing better, that such accents spring from a richer and more complicated masculinity than themasculinity to be found in North America and in places like Hanratty, where she had grown up.
Such an accent promised masculinity tinged43 with suffering, tenderness, and guile44.
The host appeared in a velvet jumpsuit and took hold of the other arm, more or lesssymbolically, at the same time kissing Rose’s cheek, because he hadn’t seen her when she camein. “Must talk to you,” he murmured, meaning he hoped he wouldn’t have to, because there was somuch tricky45 territory; the girl he had lived with last year, for one thing, and a night he had spentwith Rose toward the end of term, when there had been a lot of drinking and bragging46 andlamenting about faithlessness, as well as some curiously47 insulting though pleasurable sex. He waslooking very brushed and tended, thinner but softened48, with his flowing hair and suit of bottle-green velvet. Only three years younger than Rose, but look at him. He had shed a wife, a family, ahouse, a discouraging future, set himself up with new clothes and new furniture and a successionof student mistresses. Men can do it.
“My, my,” Rose said and leaned against the wall. “What was that all about?”
The man beside her, who had smiled all the time and looked into his glass, said, “Ah, thesensitive youth of our time! Their grace of language, their depth of feeling! We must bow beforethem.”
The man with the black curly hair came back, didn’t say a word, but handed Rose a fresh drinkand took her glass.
The host came back too.
“Rose baby. I don’t know how he got in. I said no bloody49 students.
There’s got to be some place safe from them.”
“He was in one of my classes last year,” Rose said. That really was all she could remember. Shesupposed they were thinking there must be more to it.
“Did he want to be an actor?” said the man beside her. “I’ll bet he did. Remember the good olddays when they all wanted to be lawyers and engineers and business executives? They tell methat’s coming back. I hope so. I devoutly50 hope so. Rose, I bet you listened to his problems. Youmust never do that. I bet that’s what you did.”
“Oh, I suppose.”
“They come along looking for a parent- substitute. It’s banal51 as can be. They trail aroundworshipping you and bothering you and then bam! It’s parent-substitute rejecting time!”
Rose drank, and leaned against the wall, and heard them take up the theme of what studentsexpected nowadays, how they broke down your door to tell you about their abortions52, their suicideattempts, their creativity crises, their weight problems. Always using the same words: personhood,values, rejection53.
“I’m not rejecting you, you silly bugger, I’m flunking54 you!” said the little sharp man, recalling atriumphant confrontation56 he had had with one such student. They laughed at that and at the youngwoman who said, “God, the difference when I was at university! You wouldn’t have mentioned anabortion in a professor’s office any more than you would have shit on the floor. Shat on the floor.”
Rose was laughing too, but felt smashed, under the skin. It would be better, in a way, if therewere something behind this such as they suspected. If she had slept with that boy. If she hadpromised him something, if she had betrayed him, humiliated57 him. She could not rememberanything. He had sprung out of the floor to accuse her. She must have done something, and shecould not remember it. She could not remember anything to do with her students; that was thetruth. She was solicitous58 and charming, all warmth and acceptance; she listened and advised; thenshe could not get their names straight. She could not remember a thing she had said to them.
A woman touched her arm. “Wake up,” she said, in a tone of sly intimacy59 that made Rose thinkshe must know her. Another student? But no, the woman introduced herself.
“I’m doing a paper on female suicide,” she said. “I mean, the suicide of female artists.” She saidshe had seen Rose on television and was longing60 to talk to her. She mentioned Diane Arbus,Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Christiane Pflug. She was well informed. She lookedlike a prime candidate herself, Rose thought: emaciated61, bloodless, obsessed62. Rose said she washungry, and the woman followed her out to the kitchen.
“And too many actresses to count—” the woman said. “Margaret Sullavan—”
“I’m just a teacher now.”
“Oh, nonsense. I’m sure you are an actress to the marrow63 of your bones.”
The hostess had made bread: glazed64 and braided and decorated loaves. Rose wondered at thepains taken here. The bread, the p?té, the hanging plants, the kittens, all on behalf of a mostprecarious and temporary domesticity. She wished, she often wished, that she could take suchpains, that she could make ceremonies, impose herself, make bread.
She noticed a group of younger members of the faculty65 — she would have thought themstudents, except for what the host had said about students not being let in—who were sitting on thecounters and standing66 in front of the sink. They were talking in low, serious voices. One of themlooked at her. She smiled. Her smile was not returned. A couple of others looked at her, and theywent on talking. She was sure they were talking about her, about what had happened in the livingroom. She urged the woman to try some bread and p?té. Presumably that would keep her quiet, sothat Rose could overhear what was being said.
“I never eat at parties.”
The woman’s manner toward her was turning dark and vaguely67 accusing. Rose had learned thatthis was a department wife. Perhaps it had been a political move, inviting68 her. And promising69 herRose; had that been part of the move?
“Are you always so hungry?” the woman said. “Are you never ill?” “I am when there’ssomething this good to eat,” Rose said. She was only trying to set an example, and could hardlychew or swallow, in her anxiety to hear what was being said of her. “No, I’m not often ill,” shesaid. It surprised her to realize that was true. She used to get sick with colds and flu and crampsand headaches; those definite ailments70 had now disappeared, simmered down into a low, steadyhum of uneasiness, fatigue71, apprehension72.
Fucked-up jealous establishment.
Rose heard that, or thought she heard it. They were giving her quick, despising looks. Or so shethought; she could not look directly at them. Establishment. That was Rose. Was it? Was thatRose? Was that Rose who had taken a teaching job because she wasn’t getting enough acting73 jobsto support herself, was granted the teaching job because of her experience on stage and television,but had to accept a cut in pay because she lacked degrees? She wanted to go over and tell themthat. She wanted to state her case. The years of work, the exhaustion74, the traveling, the high schoolauditoriums, the nerves, the boredom75, the never knowing where your next pay was coming from.
She wanted to plead with them, so they would forgive her and love her and take her on their side.
It was their side she wanted to be on, not the side of the people in the living room who had takenup her cause. But that was a choice made because of fear, not on principle. She feared them. Shefeared their hard- hearted virtue76, their cool despising faces, their secrets, their laughter, theirobscenities.
She thought of Anna, her own daughter. Anna was seventeen. She had long fair hair and wore afine gold chain around her throat. It was so fine you had to look closely to make sure it was achain, not just a glinting of her smooth bright skin. She was not like these young people but shewas equally remote. She practised ballet and rode her horse every day but she didn’t plan to ride incompetitions or be a ballerina. Why not?
“Because it would be silly.”
Something about Anna’s style, the fine chain, her silences, made Rose think of her grandmother,Patrick’s mother. But then, she thought, Anna might not be so silent, so fastidious, sounforthcoming, with anybody but her mother.
The man with the black curly hair stood in the kitchen doorway78 giving her an impudent79 andironic look.
“Do you know who that is?” Rose said to the suicide woman. “The man who took the drunkaway?”
“That’s Simon. I don’t think the boy was drunk, I think he’s on drugs.”
“What does he do?”
“Well, I expect he’s a student of sorts.”
“No,” said Rose. “That man—Simon?”
“Oh, Simon. He’s in the classics department. I don’t think he’s always been a teacher.”
“Like me,” Rose said, and turned the smile she had tried on the young people on Simon. Tiredand adrift and witless as she was, she was beginning to feel familiar twinges, tidal promises.
If he smiles back, things will start to be all right.
He did smile, and the suicide woman spoke sharply. “Look, do you come to a party just to meetmen?”
WHEN SIMON WAS FOURTEEN, he and his older sister and another boy, a friend of theirs,were hidden in a freight car, traveling from occupied to unoccupied France. They were on theirway to Lyons, where they would be looked after, redirected to safe places, by members of anorganization that was trying to save Jewish children. Simon and his sister had already been sentout of Poland, at the beginning of the war, to stay with French relatives. Now they had to be sentaway again.
The freight car stopped. The train was standing still, at night somewhere out in the country.
They could hear French and German voices. There was some commotion80 in the cars ahead. Theyheard the doors grinding open, heard and felt the boots striking on the bare floors of those cars. Aninspection of the train. They lay down under some sacks, but did not even try to cover their faces;they thought there was no hope. The voices were getting closer and they heard the boots on thegravel beside the track. Then the train began to move. It moved so slowly that they did not noticefor a moment or so, and even then they thought it was just a shunting of the cars. They expected itto stop, so that the inspection81 could continue. But the train kept moving. It moved a little faster,then faster; it picked up its ordinary speed, which was nothing very great. They were moving, theywere free of the inspection, they were being carried away. Simon never knew what had happened.
The danger was past.
Simon said that when he realized they were safe he suddenly felt that they would get through,that nothing could happen to them now, that they were particularly blessed and lucky. He tookwhat happened for a lucky sign.
Rose asked him, had he ever seen his friend and his sister again? “No. Never. Not after Lyons.”
“So, it was only lucky for you.”
Simon laughed. They were in bed, in Rose’s bed in an old house, on the outskirts83 of acrossroads village; they had driven there straight from the party. It was April, the wind was cold,and Rose’s house was chilly84. The furnace was inadequate85. Simon put a hand to the wallpaperbehind the bed, made her feel the draft.
“What it needs is some insulation86.”
“I know. It’s awful. And you should see my fuel bills.”
Simon said she should get a wood stove. He told her about various kinds of firewood. Maple87, hesaid, was a lovely wood to burn. Then he held forth77 on different kinds of insulation. Styrofoam,Micafil, fiberglass. He got out of bed and padded around naked, looking at the walls of her house.
Rose shouted after him.
“Now I remember. It was a grant.”
“What? I can’t hear you.”
She got out of bed and wrapped herself in a blanket. Standing at the top of the stairs, she said,“That boy came to me with an application for a grant. He wanted to be a playwright88. I just thisminute remembered.”
“What boy?” said Simon. “Oh.”
“But I recommended him. I know I did.” The truth was she recommended everybody. If shecould not see their merits, she believed it might just be a case of their having merits she wasunable to see.
“He must not have got it. So he thought I shafted89 him.”
“Well, suppose you had,” said Simon, peering down the cellarway.
“That would be your right.”
“I know. I’m a coward about that lot. I hate their disapproval90. They are so virtuous91.”
“They are not virtuous at all,” said Simon. “I’m going to put my shoes on and look at yourfurnace. You probably need the filters cleaned. That is just their style. They are not much to befeared, they are just as stupid as anybody. They want a chunk92 of the power. Naturally.”
“But would you get such venomous—” Rose had to stop and start the word again—“suchvenomousness, simply from ambition?”
“What else?” said Simon, climbing the stairs. He made a grab for the blanket, wrapped himselfup with her, pecked her nose. “Enough of that, Rose. Have you no shame? I’m a poor fellow cometo look at your furnace. Your basement furnace. Sorry to bump into you like this, ma’am.” Shealready knew a few of his characters. This was The Humble93 Workman. Some others were The OldPhilosopher, who bowed low to her, Japanese style, as he came out of the bathroom, murmuringmemento mori, memento94 mori; and, when appropriate, The Mad Satyr, nuzzling and leaping,making triumphant55 smacking95 noises against her navel.
At the crossroads store she bought real coffee instead of instant, real cream, bacon, frozenbroccoli, a hunk of local cheese, canned crabmeat, the best- looking tomatoes they had,mushrooms, long-grained rice. Cigarettes as well. She was in that state of happiness which seemsperfectly natural and unthreatened. If asked, she would have said it was because of the weather—the day was bright, in spite of the harsh wind—as much as because of Simon.
“You must’ve brought home company,” said the woman who kept the store. She spoke with nosurprise or malice96 or censure97, just a comradely sort of envy.
“When I wasn’t expecting it.” Rose dumped more groceries on the counter. “What a lot ofbother they are. Not to mention expense. Look at that bacon. And cream.”
“I could stand a bit of it,” the woman said.
SIMON COOKED a remarkable98 supper from the resources provided, while Rose did nothingmuch but stand around watching, and change the sheets.
“Country life,” she said. “I came here with some ideas about how I would live. I thought Iwould go for long walks on the deserted99 country roads. And the first time I did, I heard a carcoming tearing along on the gravel82 behind me. I got well off. Then I heard shots. I was terrified. Ihid in the bushes and a car came roaring past, weaving all over the road—and they were shootingout of the windows. I cut back through the fields and told the woman at the store I thought weshould call the police. She said oh, yes, weekends the boys get a case of beer in the car and theygo out shooting groundhogs. Then she said, what were you doing up that road anyway? I could seeshe thought going for walks by yourself was a lot more suspicious than shooting groundhogs.
There were lots of things like that. I don’t think I’d stay, but the job’s here and the rent’s cheap.
Not that she isn’t nice, the woman in the store. She tells fortunes. Cards and teacups.”
Simon said that he had been sent from Lyons to work on a farm in the mountains of Provence.
The people there lived and farmed very much as in the Middle Ages. They could not read or writeor speak French. When they got sick they waited either to die or to get better. They had never seena doctor, though a veterinarian came once a year to inspect the cows. Simon ran a pitchfork intohis foot, the wound became infected, he was feverish100 and had the greatest difficulty in persuadingthem to send for the veterinarian, who was then in the next village. At last they did, and theveterinarian came and gave Simon a shot with a great horse needle, and he got better. Thehousehold was bewildered and amused to see such measures taken on behalf of human life.
“Country life.”
“But here it is not so bad. This house could be made very comfort able,” said Simon, musing101.
“You should have a garden.”
“That was another idea I had, I tried to have a garden. Nothing did very well. I was lookingforward to the cabbages, I think cabbages are beautiful, but some worm got into them. It ate up theleaves till they looked like lace, and then they all turned yellow and lay on the ground.”
“Cabbages are a very hard thing to grow. You should try with something easier.” Simon left thetable and went to the window. “Point me out where you had your garden.”
“Along the fence. That’s where they had it before.”
“That is no good, it’s too close to the walnut102 tree. Walnut trees are bad for the soil.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Well, it’s true. You should have it nearer the house. Tomorrow I will dig up a garden for you.
You’ll need a lot of fertilizer. Now. Sheep manure103 is the very best fertilizer. Do you know anyonearound here who has sheep? We will get several sacks of sheep manure and draw up a plan ofwhat to plant, though it’s too early yet, there could still be frost. You can start some thingsindoors, from seed. Tomatoes.”
“I thought you had to go back on the morning bus,” Rose said. They had driven up in her car.
“Monday is a light day. I will phone up and cancel. I’ll tell the girls in the office to say I have asore throat.”
“Sore throat?”
“Something like that.”
“It’s good that you’re here,” said Rose truthfully. “Otherwise I’d be spending my time thinkingabout that boy. I’d be trying not to, but it would keep coming at me. In unprotected moments. Iwould have been in a state of humiliation104.”
“That’s a pretty small thing to get into a state of humiliation about.” “So I see. It doesn’t takemuch with me.”
“Learn not to be so thin-skinned,” said Simon, as if he were taking her over, in a sensible way,along with the house and garden. “Radishes. Leaf lettuce105. Onions. Potatoes. Do you eat potatoes?”
Before he left they drew up a plan of the garden. He dug and worked the soil for her, though hehad to content himself with cow manure. Rose had to go to work, on Monday, but kept him in hermind all day. She saw him digging in the garden. She saw him naked peering down the cellarway.
A short, thick man, hairy, warm, with a crumpled106 comedian’s face. She knew what he would saywhen she got home. He would say, “I hope I done it to your satisfaction, mum,” and yank aforelock.
That was what he did, and she was so delighted she cried out, “Oh Simon, you idiot, you’re theman for my life!” Such was the privilege, the widespread sunlight of the moment, that she did notreflect that saying this might be unwise.
IN THE MIDDLE of the week she went to the store, not to buy anything, but to get her fortunetold. The woman looked in her cup and said, “Oh, you! You’ve met the man who will changeeverything.”
“Yes, I think so.”
“He will change your life. Oh Lord. You won’t stay here. I see fame.
I see water.”
“I don’t know about that. I think he wants to insulate my house.” “The change has begunalready.”
“Yes. I know it has. Yes.”
SHE COULD NOT REMEMBER what they had said about Simon coming again. She thought thathe was coming on the weekend. She expected him, and she went out and bought groceries, not atthe local store this time but at a supermarket several miles away. She hoped the woman at the storewouldn’t see her carrying the grocery bags into the house. She had wanted fresh vegetables andsteak and imported black cherries, and Camembert and pears. She had bought wine, too, and a pairof sheets covered with stylish107 garlands of blue and yellow flowers. She was thinking her palehaunches would show up well against them.
On Friday night she put the sheets on the bed and the cherries in a blue bowl. The wine waschilling, the cheese was getting soft. Around nine o’clock came the loud knock, the expectedjoking knock on the door. She was surprised that she hadn’t heard his car.
“Felt lonesome,” said the woman from the store. “So I just thought I’d drop in and—oh-oh.
You’re expecting your company.”
“Not really,” Rose said. Her heart had started thumping108 joyfully109 when she heard the knock andwas thumping still. “I don’t know when he’s arriving here,” she said. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Bugger of a rain.”
The woman’s voice sounded hearty110 and practical, as if Rose might need distracting orconsoling.
“I just hope he isn’t driving in it, then,” Rose said.
“No sir, you wouldn’t want him driving in it.”
The woman ran her fingers through her short gray hair, shaking the rain out, and Rose knew sheought to offer her something. A glass of wine? She might become mellow111 and talkative, wantingto stay and finish the bottle. Here was a person Rose had talked to, plenty of times, a friend ofsorts, somebody she would have claimed to like, and she could hardly be bothered to acknowledgeher. It would have been the same at that moment with anyone who was not Simon. Anyone elseseemed accidental and irritating.
Rose could see what was coming. All the ordinary delights, consolations112, diversions, of lifewould be rolled up and packed away; the pleasure found in food, lilacs, music, thunder in thenight, would vanish. Nothing would do any more but to lie under Simon, nothing would do but togive way to pangs113 and convulsions.
She decided114 on tea. She thought she might as well put the time to use by having another go ather future.
“It’s not clear,” the woman said.
“What’s not?”
“I’m not able to get anything in focus tonight. That happens. No, to be honest, I can’t locatehim.”
“Can’t locate him?”
“In your future. I’m beat.”
Rose thought she was saying this out of ill-will, out of jealousy115. “Well, I’m not just concernedabout him.”
“Maybe I could do better if you had any possessions of his, just let me have it to hang on to.
Anything he had his hands on, do you have that?”
“Me,” said Rose. A cheap boast, at which the fortune-teller was obliged to laugh.
“No, seriously.”
“I don’t think so. I threw his cigarette butts116 out.”
AFTER THE WOMAN had gone Rose sat up waiting. Soon it was midnight. The rain came downhard. The next time she looked it was twenty to two. How could time so empty pass so quickly?
She put out the lights because she didn’t want to be caught sitting up. She undressed, but couldn’tlie down on the fresh sheets. She sat on in the kitchen, in the dark. From time to time she madefresh tea. Some light from the street light at the corner came into the room. The village had brightnew mercury vapor117 lights. She could see that light, a bit of the store, the church steps across theroad. The church no longer served the discreet118 and respectable Protestant sect119 that had built it, butproclaimed itself a Temple of Nazareth, also a Holiness Center, whatever that might be. Thingswere more askew here than Rose had noticed before. No retired120 farmers lived in these houses; infact there were no farms to retire from, just the poor fields covered with juniper. People workedthirty or forty miles away, in factories, in the Provincial121 Mental Hospital, or they didn’t work atall, they lived a mysterious life on the borders of criminality or a life of orderly craziness in theshade of the Holiness Center. People’s lives were surely more desperate than they used to be, andwhat could be more desperate than a woman of Rose’s age, sitting up all night in her dark kitchenwaiting for her lover? And this was a situation she had created, she had done it all herself, itseemed she never learned any lessons at all. She had turned Simon into the peg122 on which herhopes were hung and she could never manage now to turn him back into himself.
The mistake was in buying the wine, she thought, and the sheets and the cheese and the cherries.
Preparations court disaster. She hadn’t realized that till she opened the door and the commotion ofher heart turned from merriment to dismay, like the sound of a tower full of bells turned comically(but not for Rose) into a rusty123 foghorn124.
Hour after hour in the dark and the rain she foresaw what could happen. She could wait throughthe weekend, fortifying125 herself with excuses and sickening with doubt, never leaving the house incase the phone might ring. Back at work on Monday, dazed but slightly comforted by the realworld, she would get up the courage to write him a note, in care of the classics department.
“I was thinking we might plant the garden next weekend. I have bought a great array of seeds (alie, but she would buy them, if she heard from him). Do let me know if you’re coming, but don’tworry if you’ve made other plans.”
Then she would worry: did it sound too off-hand, with that mention of other plans? Wouldn’t itbe too pushy126, if she hadn’t tacked127 that on? All her confidence, her lightness of heart, would haveleaked away, but she would try to counterfeit128 it.
“If it’s too wet to work in the garden we could always go for a drive. Maybe we could shootsome groundhogs. Best, Rose.”
Then a further time of waiting, for which the weekend would have been only a casual trial run,a haphazard129 introduction to the serious, commonplace, miserable130 ritual. Putting her hand into themailbox and drawing the mail out without looking at it, refusing to leave the college until fiveo’clock, putting a cushion against the telephone to block her view of it; pretending inattention.
Watch-pot thinking. Sitting up late at night, drinking, never getting quite sick enough of thisfoolishness to give up on it because the waiting would be interspersed131 with such green andspringlike reveries, such convincing arguments as to his intentions. These would be enough, atsome point, to make her decide that he must have been taken ill, he would never have deserted herotherwise. She would phone the Kingston Hospital, ask about his condition, be told that he wasnot a patient. After that would come the day she went into the college library, picked up backcopies of the Kingston paper, searched the obituaries132 to discover if he had by any chance droppeddead. Then, giving in utterly133, cold and shaking, she would call him at the University. The girl inhis office would say he was gone. Gone to Europe, gone to California; he had only been teachingthere for a single term. Gone on a camping trip, gone to get married.
Or she might say, “Just a minute, please,” and turn Rose over to him, just like that.
“It’s Rose.”
“Rose?” It wouldn’t be as drastic as that. It would be worse.
“I’ve been meaning to call you,” he would say, or, “Rose, how are you?” or even, “How is thatgarden?”
Better lose him now. But going by the phone she put her hand on it, to see if it was warm,maybe, or to encourage it.
Before it began to get light Monday morning she packed what she thought she would need intothe back of the car, and locked the house, with the Camembert still weeping on the kitchencounter; she drove off in a westerly direction. She meant to be gone a couple of days, until shecame to her senses and could face the sheets and the patch of readied earth and the place behindthe bed where she had put her hand to feel the draft. (Why did she bring her boots and her wintercoat, if this was the case?) She wrote a letter to the college— she could lie beautifully in letters,though not on the phone—in which she said that she had been called to Toronto by the terminalillness of a dear friend. (Perhaps she didn’t lie so beautifully after all, perhaps she overdid134 it.) Shehad been awake almost the whole weekend, drinking, not so very much, but steadily135. I’m nothaving any of it, she said out loud, very seriously and emphatically, as she loaded the car. And asshe crouched136 in the front seat, writing the letter, which she could more comfortably have written inthe house, she thought how many crazy letters she had written, how many overblown excuses shehad found, having to leave a place, or being afraid to leave a place, on account of some man.
Nobody knew the extent of her foolishness, friends who had known her twenty years didn’t knowhalf of the flights she had been on, the money she had spent, and the risks she had taken. Here shewas, she thought a bit later, driving a car, shutting down the windshield wipers as the rain finallylet up on a Monday morning at ten o’clock, stopping for gas, stopping to get a transfer of money,now that the banks were open; she was competent and cheery, she remembered what to do, whowould guess what mortifications, memories of mortification137, predictions, were beating in herhead? The most mortifying138 thing of all was simply hope, which burrows139 so deceitfully at first,masks itself cunningly, but not for long. In a week’s time it can be out trilling and twittering andsinging hymns140 at heaven’s gate. And it was busy even now, telling her that Simon might beturning into her driveway at this very moment, might be standing at her door with his handstogether, praying, mocking, apologizing. Memento mori.
Even so, even if that were true, what would happen some day, some morning? Some morningshe could wake up and she would know by his breathing that he was awake beside her and nottouching her, and that she was not supposed to touch him. So much female touching141 is asking (thisis what she would have learned, or learned again, from him); women’s tenderness is greedy, theirsensuality is dishonest. She would lie there wishing she had some plain defect, something hershame could curl around and protect. As it was, she would have to be ashamed of, burdened by,the whole physical fact of herself, the whole outspread naked digesting putrefying fact. Her fleshcould seem disastrous142; thick and porous143, gray and spotty. His body would not be in question, itnever would be; he would be the one who condemned144 and forgave and how could she ever knowif he would forgive her again? Come here, he could tell her, or go away. Never since Patrick hadshe been the free person, the one with that power; maybe she had used it all up, all that wascoming to her.
Or she might hear him at a party, saying, “And then I knew I’d be all right, I knew it was alucky sign.” Telling his story to some tarty unworthy girl in a leopard-spotted silk, or—far worse—to a gentle long-haired girl in an embroidered smock, who would lead him by the hand, sooneror later, through a doorway into a room or landscape where Rose couldn’t follow.
Yes, but wasn’t it possible nothing like that would happen, wasn’t it possible there’d be nothingbut kindness, and sheep manure, and deep spring nights with the frogs singing? A failure toappear, on the first weekend, or to telephone, might have meant nothing but a different timetable;no ominous145 sign at all. Thinking like this, every twenty miles or so, she slowed, even looked for aplace to turn around. Then she did not do it, she speeded up, thinking she would drive a littlefurther to make sure her head was clear. Thoughts of herself sitting in the kitchen, images of loss,poured over her again. And so it was, back and forth, as if the rear end of the car was held by amagnetic force, which ebbed146 and strengthened, ebbed and strengthened again, but the strength wasnever quite enough to make her turn, and after a while she became almost impersonally147 curious,seeing it as a real physical force and wondering if it was getting weaker, as she drove, if at somepoint far ahead the car and she would leap free of it, and she would recognize the moment whenshe left its field.
So she kept driving. Muskoka; the Lakehead; the Manitoba border. Sometimes she slept in thecar, pulled off to the side of the road for an hour or so. In Manitoba it was too cold to do that; shechecked into a motel. She ate in roadside restaurants. Before she entered a restaurant she combedher hair and made up her face and put on that distant, dreamy, short-sighted look women wearwhen they think some man may be watching them. It was too much to say that she really expectedSimon to be there, but it seemed she did not entirely148 rule him out.
The force did weaken, with distance. It was as simple as that, though the distance, she thoughtafterwards, would have to be covered by car, or by bus, or bicycle; you couldn’t get the sameresults by flying. In a prairie town within sight of the Cypress149 Hills she recognized the change. Shehad driven all night until the sun came up behind her and she felt calm and clearheaded as you doat such times. She went into a café and ordered coffee and fried eggs. She sat at the counterlooking at the usual things there are behind café counters — the coffee- pots and the bright,probably stale pieces of lemon and raspberry pie, the thick glass dishes they put ice-cream or jelloin. It was those dishes that told her of her changed state. She could not have said she found themshapely, or eloquent150, without misstating the case. All she could have said was that she saw them ina way that wouldn’t be possible to a person in any stage of love. She felt their solidity with aconvalescent gratitude151 whose weight settled comfortably into her brains and feet. She realized thenthat she had come into this café without the least far-fetched idea of Simon, so it seemed the worldhad stopped being a stage where she might meet him, and gone back to being itself. During thatbountifully clear half-hour before her breakfast made her so sleepy she had to get to a motel,where she fell asleep with her clothes on and the curtains open to the sun, she thought how loveremoves the world for you, and just as surely when it’s going well as when it’s going badly. Thisshouldn’t have been, and wasn’t, a surprise to her; the surprise was that she so much wanted,required, everything to be there for her, thick and plain as ice-cream dishes, so that it seemed toher it might not be the disappointment, the losses, the dissolution, she had been running from, anymore than the opposite of those things; the celebration and shock of love, the dazzling alteration152.
Even if that was safe, she couldn’t accept it. Either way you were robbed of something—a privatebalance spring, a little dry kernel153 of probity154. So she thought.
She wrote to the college that while in Toronto attending the deathbed of her friend she had runinto an old acquaintance who had offered her a job on the west coast, and that she was going thereimmediately. She supposed they could make trouble for her but she also supposed, rightly, thatthey would not bother, since the terms of her employment, and particularly her pay, were not quiteregular. She wrote to the agency from which she rented the house; she wrote to the woman at thestore, good luck and good-bye. On the Hope-Princeton highway she got out of the car and stood inthe cool rain of the coastal155 mountains. She felt relatively156 safe, and exhausted157, and sane158, though sheknew she had left some people behind who would not agree with that.
Luck was with her. In Vancouver she met a man she knew who was casting a new televisionseries. It was to be produced on the west coast and concerned a family, or pseudo-family, ofeccentrics and drifters using an old house on Salt Spring Island as their home or headquarters.
Rose got the role of the woman who owned the house, the pseudo-mother. Just as she had said inthe letter; a job on the west coast, possibly the best job she had ever had. Some special make-uptechniques, aging techniques, had to be used on her face; the makeup159 man joked that if the serieswas a success, and ran for a few years, these techniques would not be necessary.
A word everybody at the coast was using was fragile. They spoke of feeling fragile today, ofbeing in a fragile state. Not me, Rose said, I am getting a distinct feeling of being made of oldhorsehide. The wind and sun on the prairies had browned and roughened her skin. She slapped hercreased brown neck, to emphasize the word horse-hide. She was already beginning to adopt someof the turns of phrase, the mannerisms, of the character she was to play.
A YEAR OR SO LATER Rose was out on the deck of one of the B.C. ferries, wearing a dingysweater and a head scarf. She had to creep around among the lifeboats, keeping an eye on a prettyyoung girl who was freezing in cut-off jeans and a halter. According to the script, the woman Roseplayed was afraid this young girl meant to jump off the boat because she was pregnant.
Filming this scene, they collected a sizeable crowd. When they broke and walked towards thesheltered part of the deck, to put on their coats and drink coffee, a woman in the crowd reached outand touched Rose’s arm.
“You won’t remember me,” she said, and in fact Rose did not remember her. Then this womanbegan to talk about Kingston, the couple who had given the party, even about the death of Rose’scat. Rose recognized her as the woman who had been doing the paper on suicide. But she lookedquite different; she was wearing an expensive beige pant-suit, a beige and white scarf around herhair; she was no longer fringed and soiled and stringy and mutinous-looking. She introduced ahusband, who grunted160 at Rose as if to say that if she expected him to make a big fuss about her,she had another thing coming. He moved away and the woman said, “Poor Simon. You know hedied.”
Then she wanted to know if they were going to be shooting any more scenes. Rose knew whyshe asked. She wanted to get into the background or even the foreground of these scenes so thatshe could call up her friends and tell them to watch her. If she called the people who had been atthat party she would have to say that she knew the series was utter tripe161 but that she had beenpersuaded to be in a scene, for the fun of it.
The woman took off her scarf and the wind blew her hair across her face.
“Cancer of the pancreas,” she said, and turned to face the wind so that she could put the scarf onagain, more to her satisfaction. Her voice seemed to Rose knowledgeable162 and sly. “I don’t knowhow well you knew him,” she said. Was that to make Rose wonder how well she knew him? Thatslyness could ask for help, as well as measure victories and surprises. She tucked her chin in,knotting the scarf.
“So sad,” she said, business-like now. “Sad. He had it for a long time.”
Somebody was calling Rose’s name; she had to go back to the scene. The girl didn’t throwherself into the sea. They didn’t have things like that happening in the series. Such things alwaysthreatened to happen but they didn’t happen, except now and then to peripheral163 and unappealingcharacters. People watching trusted that they would be protected from predictable disasters, alsofrom those shifts of emphasis that throw the story line open to question, the disarrangementswhich demand new judgments and solutions, and throw the windows open on inappropriateunforgettable scenery.
Simon’s dying struck Rose as that kind of disarrangement. It was preposterous164, it was unfair,that such a chunk of information should have been left out, and that Rose even at this late datecould have thought herself the only person who could seriously lack power.


1 chattering chattering     
n. (机器振动发出的)咔嗒声,(鸟等)鸣,啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的,啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式
  • The teacher told the children to stop chattering in class. 老师叫孩子们在课堂上不要叽叽喳喳讲话。
  • I was so cold that my teeth were chattering. 我冷得牙齿直打战。
2 gravy Przzt1     
  • You have spilled gravy on the tablecloth.你把肉汁泼到台布上了。
  • The meat was swimming in gravy.肉泡在浓汁之中。
3 askew rvczG     
  • His glasses had been knocked askew by the blow.他的眼镜一下子被打歪了。
  • Her hat was slightly askew.她的帽子戴得有点斜。
4 brass DWbzI     
  • Many of the workers play in the factory's brass band.许多工人都在工厂铜管乐队中演奏。
  • Brass is formed by the fusion of copper and zinc.黄铜是通过铜和锌的熔合而成的。
5 skull CETyO     
  • The skull bones fuse between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five.头骨在15至25岁之间长合。
  • He fell out of the window and cracked his skull.他从窗子摔了出去,跌裂了颅骨。
6 seethe QE0yt     
  • Many Indians continue to seethe and some are calling for military action against their riotous neighbour.很多印度人都处于热血沸腾的状态,很多都呼吁针对印度这个恶邻采取军事行动。
  • She seethed with indignation.她由于愤怒而不能平静。
7 velvet 5gqyO     
  • This material feels like velvet.这料子摸起来像丝绒。
  • The new settlers wore the finest silk and velvet clothing.新来的移民穿着最华丽的丝绸和天鹅绒衣服。
8 galleons 68206947d43ce6c17938c27fbdf2b733     
n.大型帆船( galleon的名词复数 )
  • The larger galleons made in at once for Corunna. 那些较大的西班牙帆船立即进入科普尼亚。 来自互联网
  • A hundred thousand disguises, all for ten Galleons! 千万张面孔,变化无穷,只卖十个加隆! 来自互联网
9 costly 7zXxh     
  • It must be very costly to keep up a house like this.维修这么一幢房子一定很昂贵。
  • This dictionary is very useful,only it is a bit costly.这本词典很有用,左不过贵了些。
10 belly QyKzLi     
  • The boss has a large belly.老板大腹便便。
  • His eyes are bigger than his belly.他眼馋肚饱。
11 batter QuazN     
  • The batter skied to the center fielder.击球手打出一个高飞球到中外野手。
  • Put a small quantity of sugar into the batter.在面糊里放少量的糖。
12 ivy x31ys     
  • Her wedding bouquet consisted of roses and ivy.她的婚礼花篮包括玫瑰和长春藤。
  • The wall is covered all over with ivy.墙上爬满了常春藤。
13 eyebrows a0e6fb1330e9cfecfd1c7a4d00030ed5     
眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 )
  • Eyebrows stop sweat from coming down into the eyes. 眉毛挡住汗水使其不能流进眼睛。
  • His eyebrows project noticeably. 他的眉毛特别突出。
14 sprightly 4GQzv     
  • She is as sprightly as a woman half her age.她跟比她年轻一半的妇女一样活泼。
  • He's surprisingly sprightly for an old man.他这把年纪了,还这么精神,真了不起。
15 affected TzUzg0     
  • She showed an affected interest in our subject.她假装对我们的课题感到兴趣。
  • His manners are affected.他的态度不自然。
16 beads 894701f6859a9d5c3c045fd6f355dbf5     
n.(空心)小珠子( bead的名词复数 );水珠;珠子项链
  • a necklace of wooden beads 一条木珠项链
  • Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead. 他的前额上挂着汗珠。
17 crooked xvazAv     
  • He crooked a finger to tell us to go over to him.他弯了弯手指,示意我们到他那儿去。
  • You have to drive slowly on these crooked country roads.在这些弯弯曲曲的乡间小路上你得慢慢开车。
18 embroidered StqztZ     
  • She embroidered flowers on the cushion covers. 她在这些靠垫套上绣了花。
  • She embroidered flowers on the front of the dress. 她在连衣裙的正面绣花。
19 spool XvgwI     
  • Can you wind this film back on to its spool?你能把这胶卷卷回到卷轴上去吗?
  • Thomas squatted on the forward deck,whistling tunelessly,polishing the broze spool of the anchor winch.托马斯蹲在前甲板上擦起锚绞车的黄铜轴,边擦边胡乱吹着口哨。
20 tilted 3gtzE5     
v. 倾斜的
  • Suddenly the boat tilted to one side. 小船突然倾向一侧。
  • She tilted her chin at him defiantly. 她向他翘起下巴表示挑衅。
21 bent QQ8yD     
  • He was fully bent upon the project.他一心扑在这项计划上。
  • We bent over backward to help them.我们尽了最大努力帮助他们。
22 puffed 72b91de7f5a5b3f6bdcac0d30e24f8ca     
adj.疏松的v.使喷出( puff的过去式和过去分词 );喷着汽(或烟)移动;吹嘘;吹捧
  • He lit a cigarette and puffed at it furiously. 他点燃了一支香烟,狂吸了几口。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • He felt grown-up, puffed up with self-importance. 他觉得长大了,便自以为了不起。 来自《简明英汉词典》
23 bust WszzB     
  • I dropped my camera on the pavement and bust it. 我把照相机掉在人行道上摔坏了。
  • She has worked up a lump of clay into a bust.她把一块黏土精心制作成一个半身像。
24 patchwork yLsx6     
  • That proposal is nothing else other than a patchwork.那个建议只是一个大杂烩而已。
  • She patched new cloth to the old coat,so It'seemed mere patchwork. 她把新布初到那件旧上衣上,所以那件衣服看上去就象拼凑起来的东西。
25 penetrated 61c8e5905df30b8828694a7dc4c3a3e0     
adj. 击穿的,鞭辟入里的 动词penetrate的过去式和过去分词形式
  • The knife had penetrated his chest. 刀子刺入了他的胸膛。
  • They penetrated into territory where no man had ever gone before. 他们已进入先前没人去过的地区。
26 doomed EuuzC1     
  • The court doomed the accused to a long term of imprisonment. 法庭判处被告长期监禁。
  • A country ruled by an iron hand is doomed to suffer. 被铁腕人物统治的国家定会遭受不幸的。
27 judgments 2a483d435ecb48acb69a6f4c4dd1a836     
判断( judgment的名词复数 ); 鉴定; 评价; 审判
  • A peculiar austerity marked his judgments of modern life. 他对现代生活的批评带着一种特殊的苛刻。
  • He is swift with his judgments. 他判断迅速。
28 dryer PrYxf     
  • He bought a dryer yesterday.他昨天买了一台干燥机。
  • There is a washer and a dryer in the basement.地下室里有洗衣机和烘干机。
29 horrified 8rUzZU     
  • The whole country was horrified by the killings. 全国都对这些凶杀案感到大为震惊。
  • We were horrified at the conditions prevailing in local prisons. 地方监狱的普遍状况让我们震惊。
30 farmhouse kt1zIk     
  • We fell for the farmhouse as soon as we saw it.我们对那所农舍一见倾心。
  • We put up for the night at a farmhouse.我们在一间农舍投宿了一夜。
31 jugs 10ebefab1f47ca33e582d349c161a29f     
(有柄及小口的)水壶( jug的名词复数 )
  • Two china jugs held steaming gravy. 两个瓷罐子装着热气腾腾的肉卤。
  • Jugs-Big wall lingo for Jumars or any other type of ascenders. 大岩壁术语,祝玛式上升器或其它种类的上升器。
32 primitive vSwz0     
  • It is a primitive instinct to flee a place of danger.逃离危险的地方是一种原始本能。
  • His book describes the march of the civilization of a primitive society.他的著作描述了一个原始社会的开化过程。
33 hummingbird BcjxW     
  • The hummingbird perches on a twig of the hawthorn.小蜂鸟栖在山楂树枝上。
  • The hummingbird is the only bird that can fly backward.蜂鸟是唯一能倒退向后飞的鸟。
34 witty GMmz0     
  • Her witty remarks added a little salt to the conversation.她的妙语使谈话增添了一些风趣。
  • He scored a bull's-eye in their argument with that witty retort.在他们的辩论中他那一句机智的反驳击中了要害。
35 fixed JsKzzj     
  • Have you two fixed on a date for the wedding yet?你们俩选定婚期了吗?
  • Once the aim is fixed,we should not change it arbitrarily.目标一旦确定,我们就不应该随意改变。
36 abashed szJzyQ     
adj.窘迫的,尴尬的v.使羞愧,使局促,使窘迫( abash的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He glanced at Juliet accusingly and she looked suitably abashed. 他怪罪的一瞥,朱丽叶自然显得很窘。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • The girl was abashed by the laughter of her classmates. 那小姑娘因同学的哄笑而局促不安。 来自《简明英汉词典》
37 goodwill 4fuxm     
  • His heart is full of goodwill to all men.他心里对所有人都充满着爱心。
  • We paid £10,000 for the shop,and £2000 for its goodwill.我们用一万英镑买下了这家商店,两千英镑买下了它的信誉。
38 anecdote 7wRzd     
  • He departed from the text to tell an anecdote.他偏离课文讲起了一则轶事。
  • It had never been more than a family anecdote.那不过是个家庭趣谈罢了。
39 desperately cu7znp     
  • He was desperately seeking a way to see her again.他正拼命想办法再见她一面。
  • He longed desperately to be back at home.他非常渴望回家。
40 maternally e0cf9da8fdb32a0206b9748503b0d531     
  • She loved her students almost maternally. 她像母亲一样爱她的学生。
  • The resulting fetuses consisted of either mostly paternally or mostly maternally expressed genes. 这样产生的胎儿要么主要是父方的基因表达,要么主要是母方的基因表达。
41 spoke XryyC     
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
  • They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
  • The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
42 muddled cb3d0169d47a84e95c0dfa5c4d744221     
adj.混乱的;糊涂的;头脑昏昏然的v.弄乱,弄糟( muddle的过去式);使糊涂;对付,混日子
  • He gets muddled when the teacher starts shouting. 老师一喊叫他就心烦意乱。
  • I got muddled up and took the wrong turning. 我稀里糊涂地拐错了弯。 来自《简明英汉词典》
43 tinged f86e33b7d6b6ca3dd39eda835027fc59     
v.(使)发丁丁声( ting的过去式和过去分词 )
  • memories tinged with sadness 略带悲伤的往事
  • white petals tinged with blue 略带蓝色的白花瓣
44 guile olNyJ     
  • He is full of guile.他非常狡诈。
  • A swindler uses guile;a robber uses force.骗子用诈术;强盗用武力。
45 tricky 9fCzyd     
  • I'm in a rather tricky position.Can you help me out?我的处境很棘手,你能帮我吗?
  • He avoided this tricky question and talked in generalities.他回避了这个非常微妙的问题,只做了个笼统的表述。
46 bragging 4a422247fd139463c12f66057bbcffdf     
v.自夸,吹嘘( brag的现在分词 );大话
  • He's always bragging about his prowess as a cricketer. 他总是吹嘘自己板球水平高超。 来自辞典例句
  • Now you're bragging, darling. You know you don't need to brag. 这就是夸口,亲爱的。你明知道你不必吹。 来自辞典例句
47 curiously 3v0zIc     
  • He looked curiously at the people.他好奇地看着那些人。
  • He took long stealthy strides. His hands were curiously cold.他迈着悄没声息的大步。他的双手出奇地冷。
48 softened 19151c4e3297eb1618bed6a05d92b4fe     
(使)变软( soften的过去式和过去分词 ); 缓解打击; 缓和; 安慰
  • His smile softened slightly. 他的微笑稍柔和了些。
  • The ice cream softened and began to melt. 冰淇淋开始变软并开始融化。
49 bloody kWHza     
  • He got a bloody nose in the fight.他在打斗中被打得鼻子流血。
  • He is a bloody fool.他是一个十足的笨蛋。
50 devoutly b33f384e23a3148a94d9de5213bd205f     
  • She was a devoutly Catholic. 她是一个虔诚地天主教徒。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • This was not a boast, but a hope, at once bold and devoutly humble. 这不是夸夸其谈,而是一个即大胆而又诚心、谦虚的希望。 来自辞典例句
51 banal joCyK     
  • Making banal remarks was one of his bad habits.他的坏习惯之一就是喜欢说些陈词滥调。
  • The allegations ranged from the banal to the bizarre.从平淡无奇到离奇百怪的各种说法都有。
52 abortions 4b6623953f87087bb025549b49471574     
n.小产( abortion的名词复数 );小产胎儿;(计划)等中止或夭折;败育
  • The Venerable Master: By not having abortions, by not killing living beings. 上人:不堕胎、不杀生。 来自互联网
  • Conclusion Chromosome abnormality is one of the causes of spontaneous abortions. 结论:染色体异常是导致反复自然流产的原因之一。 来自互联网
53 rejection FVpxp     
  • He decided not to approach her for fear of rejection.他因怕遭拒绝决定不再去找她。
  • The rejection plunged her into the dark depths of despair.遭到拒绝使她陷入了绝望的深渊。
54 flunking 282ab56e0360ca34a79de117d9603303     
v.( flunk的现在分词 );(使)(考试、某学科的成绩等)不及格;评定(某人)不及格;(因不及格而) 退学
  • Is there some school of the ear I'm flunking out off right now? 我是不是被什么听力学校淘汰了? 来自电影对白
  • Twelve freshman footballers were flunking classes and had to leave. 当时有12名高中一年级的美式足球(即橄榄球)队员没有通过考试而不得不离开。 来自互联网
55 triumphant JpQys     
  • The army made a triumphant entry into the enemy's capital.部队胜利地进入了敌方首都。
  • There was a positively triumphant note in her voice.她的声音里带有一种极为得意的语气。
56 confrontation xYHy7     
  • We can't risk another confrontation with the union.我们不能冒再次同工会对抗的危险。
  • After years of confrontation,they finally have achieved a modus vivendi.在对抗很长时间后,他们最后达成安宁生存的非正式协议。
57 humiliated 97211aab9c3dcd4f7c74e1101d555362     
  • Parents are humiliated if their children behave badly when guests are present. 子女在客人面前举止失当,父母也失体面。
  • He was ashamed and bitterly humiliated. 他感到羞耻,丢尽了面子。
58 solicitous CF8zb     
  • He was so solicitous of his guests.他对他的客人们非常关切。
  • I am solicitous of his help.我渴得到他的帮助。
59 intimacy z4Vxx     
  • His claims to an intimacy with the President are somewhat exaggerated.他声称自己与总统关系密切,这有点言过其实。
  • I wish there were a rule book for intimacy.我希望能有个关于亲密的规则。
60 longing 98bzd     
  • Hearing the tune again sent waves of longing through her.再次听到那首曲子使她胸中充满了渴望。
  • His heart burned with longing for revenge.他心中燃烧着急欲复仇的怒火。
61 emaciated Wt3zuK     
  • A long time illness made him sallow and emaciated.长期患病使他面黄肌瘦。
  • In the light of a single candle,she can see his emaciated face.借着烛光,她能看到他的被憔悴的面孔。
62 obsessed 66a4be1417f7cf074208a6d81c8f3384     
  • He's obsessed by computers. 他迷上了电脑。
  • The fear of death obsessed him throughout his old life. 他晚年一直受着死亡恐惧的困扰。
63 marrow M2myE     
  • It was so cold that he felt frozen to the marrow. 天气太冷了,他感到寒冷刺骨。
  • He was tired to the marrow of his bones.他真是累得筋疲力尽了。
64 glazed 3sLzT8     
adj.光滑的,像玻璃的;上过釉的;呆滞无神的v.装玻璃( glaze的过去式);上釉于,上光;(目光)变得呆滞无神
  • eyes glazed with boredom 厌倦无神的眼睛
  • His eyes glazed over at the sight of her. 看到她时,他的目光就变得呆滞。 来自《简明英汉词典》
65 faculty HhkzK     
  • He has a great faculty for learning foreign languages.他有学习外语的天赋。
  • He has the faculty of saying the right thing at the right time.他有在恰当的时候说恰当的话的才智。
66 standing 2hCzgo     
  • After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。
  • They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改。
67 vaguely BfuzOy     
  • He had talked vaguely of going to work abroad.他含糊其词地说了到国外工作的事。
  • He looked vaguely before him with unseeing eyes.他迷迷糊糊的望着前面,对一切都视而不见。
68 inviting CqIzNp     
  • An inviting smell of coffee wafted into the room.一股诱人的咖啡香味飘进了房间。
  • The kitchen smelled warm and inviting and blessedly familiar.这间厨房的味道温暖诱人,使人感到亲切温馨。
69 promising BkQzsk     
  • The results of the experiments are very promising.实验的结果充满了希望。
  • We're trying to bring along one or two promising young swimmers.我们正设法培养出一两名有前途的年轻游泳选手。
70 ailments 6ba3bf93bc9d97e7fdc2b1b65b3e69d6     
疾病(尤指慢性病),不适( ailment的名词复数 )
  • His ailments include a mild heart attack and arthritis. 他患有轻度心脏病和关节炎。
  • He hospitalizes patients for minor ailments. 他把只有小病的患者也送进医院。
71 fatigue PhVzV     
  • The old lady can't bear the fatigue of a long journey.这位老妇人不能忍受长途旅行的疲劳。
  • I have got over my weakness and fatigue.我已从虚弱和疲劳中恢复过来了。
72 apprehension bNayw     
  • There were still areas of doubt and her apprehension grew.有些地方仍然存疑,于是她越来越担心。
  • She is a girl of weak apprehension.她是一个理解力很差的女孩。
73 acting czRzoc     
  • Ignore her,she's just acting.别理她,她只是假装的。
  • During the seventies,her acting career was in eclipse.在七十年代,她的表演生涯黯然失色。
74 exhaustion OPezL     
  • She slept the sleep of exhaustion.她因疲劳而酣睡。
  • His exhaustion was obvious when he fell asleep standing.他站着睡着了,显然是太累了。
75 boredom ynByy     
  • Unemployment can drive you mad with boredom.失业会让你无聊得发疯。
  • A walkman can relieve the boredom of running.跑步时带着随身听就不那么乏味了。
76 virtue BpqyH     
  • He was considered to be a paragon of virtue.他被认为是品德尽善尽美的典范。
  • You need to decorate your mind with virtue.你应该用德行美化心灵。
77 forth Hzdz2     
  • The wind moved the trees gently back and forth.风吹得树轻轻地来回摇晃。
  • He gave forth a series of works in rapid succession.他很快连续发表了一系列的作品。
78 doorway 2s0xK     
  • They huddled in the shop doorway to shelter from the rain.他们挤在商店门口躲雨。
  • Mary suddenly appeared in the doorway.玛丽突然出现在门口。
79 impudent X4Eyf     
  • She's tolerant toward those impudent colleagues.她对那些无礼的同事采取容忍的态度。
  • The teacher threatened to kick the impudent pupil out of the room.老师威胁着要把这无礼的小学生撵出教室。
80 commotion 3X3yo     
  • They made a commotion by yelling at each other in the theatre.他们在剧院里相互争吵,引起了一阵骚乱。
  • Suddenly the whole street was in commotion.突然间,整条街道变得一片混乱。
81 inspection y6TxG     
  • On random inspection the meat was found to be bad.经抽查,发现肉变质了。
  • The soldiers lined up for their daily inspection by their officers.士兵们列队接受军官的日常检阅。
82 gravel s6hyT     
  • We bought six bags of gravel for the garden path.我们购买了六袋碎石用来铺花园的小路。
  • More gravel is needed to fill the hollow in the drive.需要更多的砾石来填平车道上的坑洼。
83 outskirts gmDz7W     
  • Our car broke down on the outskirts of the city.我们的汽车在市郊出了故障。
  • They mostly live on the outskirts of a town.他们大多住在近郊。
84 chilly pOfzl     
  • I feel chilly without a coat.我由于没有穿大衣而感到凉飕飕的。
  • I grew chilly when the fire went out.炉火熄灭后,寒气逼人。
85 inadequate 2kzyk     
  • The supply is inadequate to meet the demand.供不应求。
  • She was inadequate to the demands that were made on her.她还无力满足对她提出的各项要求。
86 insulation Q5Jxt     
  • Please examine the insulation of the electric wires in my house.请检查一下我屋子里电线的绝缘情况。
  • It is always difficult to assure good insulation between the electric leads.要保证两个电触头之间有良好的绝缘总是很困难的。
87 maple BBpxj     
  • Maple sugar is made from the sap of maple trees.枫糖是由枫树的树液制成的。
  • The maple leaves are tinge with autumn red.枫叶染上了秋天的红色。
88 playwright 8Ouxo     
  • Gwyn Thomas was a famous playwright.格温·托马斯是著名的剧作家。
  • The playwright was slaughtered by the press.这位剧作家受到新闻界的无情批判。
89 shafted 817e84e8f366ad252de73aaa670e8fb1     
  • I got shafted in that deal. 我在那次交易中受骗。 来自互联网
  • I was shafted into paying too much. 我被骗得多花了钱。 来自互联网
90 disapproval VuTx4     
  • The teacher made an outward show of disapproval.老师表面上表示不同意。
  • They shouted their disapproval.他们喊叫表示反对。
91 virtuous upCyI     
  • She was such a virtuous woman that everybody respected her.她是个有道德的女性,人人都尊敬她。
  • My uncle is always proud of having a virtuous wife.叔叔一直为娶到一位贤德的妻子而骄傲。
92 chunk Kqwzz     
  • They had to be careful of floating chunks of ice.他们必须当心大块浮冰。
  • The company owns a chunk of farmland near Gatwick Airport.该公司拥有盖特威克机场周边的大片农田。
93 humble ddjzU     
  • In my humble opinion,he will win the election.依我拙见,他将在选举中获胜。
  • Defeat and failure make people humble.挫折与失败会使人谦卑。
94 memento nCxx6     
  • The photos will be a permanent memento of your wedding.这些照片会成为你婚礼的永久纪念。
  • My friend gave me his picture as a memento before going away.我的朋友在离别前给我一张照片留作纪念品。
95 smacking b1f17f97b1bddf209740e36c0c04e638     
  • He gave both of the children a good smacking. 他把两个孩子都狠揍了一顿。
  • She inclined her cheek,and John gave it a smacking kiss. 她把头低下,约翰在她的脸上响亮的一吻。
96 malice P8LzW     
  • I detected a suggestion of malice in his remarks.我觉察出他说的话略带恶意。
  • There was a strong current of malice in many of his portraits.他的许多肖像画中都透着一股强烈的怨恨。
97 censure FUWym     
  • You must not censure him until you know the whole story.在弄清全部事实真相前不要谴责他。
  • His dishonest behaviour came under severe censure.他的不诚实行为受到了严厉指责。
98 remarkable 8Vbx6     
  • She has made remarkable headway in her writing skills.她在写作技巧方面有了长足进步。
  • These cars are remarkable for the quietness of their engines.这些汽车因发动机没有噪音而不同凡响。
99 deserted GukzoL     
  • The deserted village was filled with a deathly silence.这个荒废的村庄死一般的寂静。
  • The enemy chieftain was opposed and deserted by his followers.敌人头目众叛亲离。
100 feverish gzsye     
  • He is too feverish to rest.他兴奋得安静不下来。
  • They worked with feverish haste to finish the job.为了完成此事他们以狂热的速度工作着。
101 musing musing     
n. 沉思,冥想 adj. 沉思的, 冥想的 动词muse的现在分词形式
  • "At Tellson's banking-house at nine," he said, with a musing face. “九点在台尔森银行大厦见面,”他想道。 来自英汉文学 - 双城记
  • She put the jacket away, and stood by musing a minute. 她把那件上衣放到一边,站着沉思了一会儿。
102 walnut wpTyQ     
  • Walnut is a local specialty here.核桃是此地的土特产。
  • The stool comes in several sizes in walnut or mahogany.凳子有几种尺寸,材质分胡桃木和红木两种。
103 manure R7Yzr     
  • The farmers were distributing manure over the field.农民们正在田间施肥。
  • The farmers used manure to keep up the fertility of their land.农夫们用粪保持其土质的肥沃。
104 humiliation Jd3zW     
  • He suffered the humiliation of being forced to ask for his cards.他蒙受了被迫要求辞职的羞辱。
  • He will wish to revenge his humiliation in last Season's Final.他会为在上个季度的决赛中所受的耻辱而报复的。
105 lettuce C9GzQ     
  • Get some lettuce and tomatoes so I can make a salad.买些莴苣和西红柿,我好做色拉。
  • The lettuce is crisp and cold.莴苣松脆爽口。
106 crumpled crumpled     
adj. 弯扭的, 变皱的 动词crumple的过去式和过去分词形式
  • She crumpled the letter up into a ball and threw it on the fire. 她把那封信揉成一团扔进了火里。
  • She flattened out the crumpled letter on the desk. 她在写字台上把皱巴巴的信展平。
107 stylish 7tNwG     
  • He's a stylish dresser.他是个穿着很有格调的人。
  • What stylish women are wearing in Paris will be worn by women all over the world.巴黎女性时装往往会引导世界时装潮流。
108 thumping hgUzBs     
  • Her heart was thumping with emotion. 她激动得心怦怦直跳。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • He was thumping the keys of the piano. 他用力弹钢琴。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
109 joyfully joyfully     
adv. 喜悦地, 高兴地
  • She tripped along joyfully as if treading on air. 她高兴地走着,脚底下轻飘飘的。
  • During these first weeks she slaved joyfully. 在最初的几周里,她干得很高兴。
110 hearty Od1zn     
  • After work they made a hearty meal in the worker's canteen.工作完了,他们在工人食堂饱餐了一顿。
  • We accorded him a hearty welcome.我们给他热忱的欢迎。
111 mellow F2iyP     
  • These apples are mellow at this time of year.每年这时节,苹果就熟透了。
  • The colours become mellow as the sun went down.当太阳落山时,色彩变得柔和了。
112 consolations 73df0eda2cb43ef5d4137bf180257e9b     
n.安慰,慰问( consolation的名词复数 );起安慰作用的人(或事物)
  • Recent history had washed away the easy consolations and the old formulas. 现代的历史已经把轻松的安慰和陈旧的公式一扫而光。 来自辞典例句
  • When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your consolations delight my soul. 诗94:19我心里多忧多疑、安慰我、使我欢乐。 来自互联网
113 pangs 90e966ce71191d0a90f6fec2265e2758     
突然的剧痛( pang的名词复数 ); 悲痛
  • She felt sudden pangs of regret. 她突然感到痛悔不已。
  • With touching pathos he described the pangs of hunger. 他以极具感伤力的笔触描述了饥饿的痛苦。
114 decided lvqzZd     
  • This gave them a decided advantage over their opponents.这使他们比对手具有明显的优势。
  • There is a decided difference between British and Chinese way of greeting.英国人和中国人打招呼的方式有很明显的区别。
115 jealousy WaRz6     
  • Some women have a disposition to jealousy.有些女人生性爱妒忌。
  • I can't support your jealousy any longer.我再也无法忍受你的嫉妒了。
116 butts 3da5dac093efa65422cbb22af4588c65     
笑柄( butt的名词复数 ); (武器或工具的)粗大的一端; 屁股; 烟蒂
  • The Nazis worked them over with gun butts. 纳粹分子用枪托毒打他们。
  • The house butts to a cemetery. 这所房子和墓地相连。
117 vapor DHJy2     
  • The cold wind condenses vapor into rain.冷风使水蒸气凝结成雨。
  • This new machine sometimes transpires a lot of hot vapor.这部机器有时排出大量的热气。
118 discreet xZezn     
  • He is very discreet in giving his opinions.发表意见他十分慎重。
  • It wasn't discreet of you to ring me up at the office.你打电话到我办公室真是太鲁莽了。
119 sect 1ZkxK     
  • When he was sixteen he joined a religious sect.他16岁的时候加入了一个宗教教派。
  • Each religious sect in the town had its own church.该城每一个宗教教派都有自己的教堂。
120 retired Njhzyv     
  • The old man retired to the country for rest.这位老人下乡休息去了。
  • Many retired people take up gardening as a hobby.许多退休的人都以从事园艺为嗜好。
121 provincial Nt8ye     
  • City dwellers think country folk have provincial attitudes.城里人以为乡下人思想迂腐。
  • Two leading cadres came down from the provincial capital yesterday.昨天从省里下来了两位领导干部。
122 peg p3Fzi     
  • Hang your overcoat on the peg in the hall.把你的大衣挂在门厅的挂衣钩上。
  • He hit the peg mightily on the top with a mallet.他用木槌猛敲木栓顶。
123 rusty hYlxq     
  • The lock on the door is rusty and won't open.门上的锁锈住了。
  • I haven't practiced my French for months and it's getting rusty.几个月不用,我的法语又荒疏了。
124 foghorn Yz6y2     
  • The foghorn boomed out its warning.雾角鸣声示警。
  • The ship foghorn boomed out.船上的浓雾号角发出呜呜声。
125 fortifying 74f03092477ce02d5a404c4756ead70e     
筑防御工事于( fortify的现在分词 ); 筑堡于; 增强; 强化(食品)
  • Fortifying executive function and restraining impulsivity are possible with active interventions. 积极干预可能有助加强执行功能和抑制冲动性。
  • Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face, fortifying himself against still another disappointment. 文戈不再张望,他绷紧脸,仿佛正在鼓足勇气准备迎接另一次失望似的。
126 pushy tSix8     
  • But she insisted and was very pushy.但她一直坚持,而且很急于求成。
  • He made himself unpopular by being so pushy.他特别喜欢出风头,所以人缘不好。
127 tacked d6b486b3f9966de864e3b4d2aa518abc     
用平头钉钉( tack的过去式和过去分词 ); 附加,增补; 帆船抢风行驶,用粗线脚缝
  • He tacked the sheets of paper on as carefully as possible. 他尽量小心地把纸张钉上去。
  • The seamstress tacked the two pieces of cloth. 女裁缝把那两块布粗缝了起来。
128 counterfeit 1oEz8     
  • It is a crime to counterfeit money.伪造货币是犯罪行为。
  • The painting looked old but was a recent counterfeit.这幅画看上去年代久远,实际是最近的一幅赝品。
129 haphazard n5oyi     
  • The town grew in a haphazard way.这城镇无计划地随意发展。
  • He regrerted his haphazard remarks.他悔不该随口说出那些评论话。
130 miserable g18yk     
  • It was miserable of you to make fun of him.你取笑他,这是可耻的。
  • Her past life was miserable.她过去的生活很苦。
131 interspersed c7b23dadfc0bbd920c645320dfc91f93     
  • Lectures will be interspersed with practical demonstrations. 讲课中将不时插入实际示范。
  • The grass was interspersed with beds of flowers. 草地上点缀着许多花坛。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
132 obituaries 2aa5e1ea85839251a65ac5c5e76411d6     
讣告,讣闻( obituary的名词复数 )
  • Next time I read about him, I want it in the obituaries. 希望下次读到他的消息的时候,是在仆告里。
  • People's obituaries are written while they're still alive? 人们在世的时候就有人给他们写讣告?
133 utterly ZfpzM1     
  • Utterly devoted to the people,he gave his life in saving his patients.他忠于人民,把毕生精力用于挽救患者的生命。
  • I was utterly ravished by the way she smiled.她的微笑使我完全陶醉了。
134 overdid 13d94caed9267780ee7ce0b54a5fcae4     
v.做得过分( overdo的过去式 );太夸张;把…煮得太久;(工作等)过度
  • We overdid the meat and it didn't taste good. 我们把肉煮得太久,结果味道不好了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • He overdid and became extremely tired. 他用力过猛,感到筋疲力尽。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
135 steadily Qukw6     
  • The scope of man's use of natural resources will steadily grow.人类利用自然资源的广度将日益扩大。
  • Our educational reform was steadily led onto the correct path.我们的教学改革慢慢上轨道了。
136 crouched 62634c7e8c15b8a61068e36aaed563ab     
v.屈膝,蹲伏( crouch的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He crouched down beside her. 他在她的旁边蹲了下来。
  • The lion crouched ready to pounce. 狮子蹲下身,准备猛扑。
137 mortification mwIyN     
  • To my mortification, my manuscript was rejected. 使我感到失面子的是:我的稿件被退了回来。
  • The chairman tried to disguise his mortification. 主席试图掩饰自己的窘迫。
138 mortifying b4c9d41e6df2931de61ad9c0703750cd     
adj.抑制的,苦修的v.使受辱( mortify的现在分词 );伤害(人的感情);克制;抑制(肉体、情感等)
  • I've said I did not love her, and rather relished mortifying her vanity now and then. 我已经说过我不爱她,而且时时以伤害她的虚荣心为乐。 来自辞典例句
  • It was mortifying to know he had heard every word. 知道他听到了每一句话后真是尴尬。 来自互联网
139 burrows 6f0e89270b16e255aa86501b6ccbc5f3     
n.地洞( burrow的名词复数 )v.挖掘(洞穴),挖洞( burrow的第三人称单数 );翻寻
  • The intertidal beach unit contains some organism burrows. 潮间海滩单元含有一些生物潜穴。 来自辞典例句
  • A mole burrows its way through the ground. 鼹鼠会在地下钻洞前进。 来自辞典例句
140 hymns b7dc017139f285ccbcf6a69b748a6f93     
n.赞美诗,圣歌,颂歌( hymn的名词复数 )
  • At first, they played the hymns and marches familiar to them. 起初他们只吹奏自己熟悉的赞美诗和进行曲。 来自英汉非文学 - 百科语料821
  • I like singing hymns. 我喜欢唱圣歌。 来自辞典例句
141 touching sg6zQ9     
  • It was a touching sight.这是一幅动人的景象。
  • His letter was touching.他的信很感人。
142 disastrous 2ujx0     
  • The heavy rainstorm caused a disastrous flood.暴雨成灾。
  • Her investment had disastrous consequences.She lost everything she owned.她的投资结果很惨,血本无归。
143 porous 91szq     
  • He added sand to the soil to make it more porous.他往土里掺沙子以提高渗水性能。
  • The shell has to be slightly porous to enable oxygen to pass in.外壳不得不有些细小的孔以便能使氧气通过。
144 condemned condemned     
adj. 被责难的, 被宣告有罪的 动词condemn的过去式和过去分词
  • He condemned the hypocrisy of those politicians who do one thing and say another. 他谴责了那些说一套做一套的政客的虚伪。
  • The policy has been condemned as a regressive step. 这项政策被认为是一种倒退而受到谴责。
145 ominous Xv6y5     
  • Those black clouds look ominous for our picnic.那些乌云对我们的野餐来说是个不祥之兆。
  • There was an ominous silence at the other end of the phone.电话那头出现了不祥的沉默。
146 ebbed d477fde4638480e786d6ea4ac2341679     
(指潮水)退( ebb的过去式和过去分词 ); 落; 减少; 衰落
  • But the pain had ebbed away and the trembling had stopped. 不过这次痛已减退,寒战也停止了。
  • But gradually his interest in good causes ebbed away. 不过后来他对这类事业兴趣也逐渐淡薄了。
147 impersonally MqYzdu     
  • "No." The answer was both reticent and impersonally sad. “不。”这回答既简短,又含有一种无以名状的悲戚。 来自名作英译部分
  • The tenet is to service our clients fairly, equally, impersonally and reasonably. 公司宗旨是公正、公平、客观、合理地为客户服务。
148 entirely entirely     
  • The fire was entirely caused by their neglect of duty. 那场火灾完全是由于他们失职而引起的。
  • His life was entirely given up to the educational work. 他的一生统统献给了教育工作。
149 cypress uyDx3     
  • The towering pine and cypress trees defy frost and snow.松柏参天傲霜雪。
  • The pine and the cypress remain green all the year round.苍松翠柏,常绿不凋。
150 eloquent ymLyN     
  • He was so eloquent that he cut down the finest orator.他能言善辩,胜过最好的演说家。
  • These ruins are an eloquent reminder of the horrors of war.这些废墟形象地提醒人们不要忘记战争的恐怖。
151 gratitude p6wyS     
  • I have expressed the depth of my gratitude to him.我向他表示了深切的谢意。
  • She could not help her tears of gratitude rolling down her face.她感激的泪珠禁不住沿着面颊流了下来。
152 alteration rxPzO     
  • The shirt needs alteration.这件衬衣需要改一改。
  • He easily perceived there was an alteration in my countenance.他立刻看出我的脸色和往常有些不同。
153 kernel f3wxW     
  • The kernel of his problem is lack of money.他的问题的核心是缺钱。
  • The nutshell includes the kernel.果壳裹住果仁。
154 probity xBGyD     
  • Probity and purity will command respect everywhere.为人正派到处受人尊敬。
  • Her probity and integrity are beyond question.她的诚实和正直是无可争辩的。
155 coastal WWiyh     
  • The ocean waves are slowly eating away the coastal rocks.大海的波浪慢慢地侵蚀着岸边的岩石。
  • This country will fortify the coastal areas.该国将加强沿海地区的防御。
156 relatively bkqzS3     
  • The rabbit is a relatively recent introduction in Australia.兔子是相对较新引入澳大利亚的物种。
  • The operation was relatively painless.手术相对来说不痛。
157 exhausted 7taz4r     
  • It was a long haul home and we arrived exhausted.搬运回家的这段路程特别长,到家时我们已筋疲力尽。
  • Jenny was exhausted by the hustle of city life.珍妮被城市生活的忙乱弄得筋疲力尽。
158 sane 9YZxB     
  • He was sane at the time of the murder.在凶杀案发生时他的神志是清醒的。
  • He is a very sane person.他是一个很有头脑的人。
159 makeup 4AXxO     
  • Those who failed the exam take a makeup exam.这次考试不及格的人必须参加补考。
  • Do you think her beauty could makeup for her stupidity?你认为她的美丽能弥补她的愚蠢吗?
160 grunted f18a3a8ced1d857427f2252db2abbeaf     
(猪等)作呼噜声( grunt的过去式和过去分词 ); (指人)发出类似的哼声; 咕哝着说
  • She just grunted, not deigning to look up from the page. 她只咕哝了一声,继续看书,不屑抬起头来看一眼。
  • She grunted some incomprehensible reply. 她咕噜着回答了些令人费解的话。
161 tripe IGSyR     
n.废话,肚子, 内脏
  • I can't eat either tripe or liver.我不吃肚也不吃肝。
  • I don't read that tripe.我才不看那种无聊的东西呢。
162 knowledgeable m2Yxg     
  • He's quite knowledgeable about the theatre.他对戏剧很有心得。
  • He made some knowledgeable remarks at the meeting.他在会上的发言颇有见地。
163 peripheral t3Oz5     
  • We dealt with the peripheral aspects of a cost reduction program.我们谈到了降低成本计划的一些外围问题。
  • The hotel provides the clerk the service and the peripheral traveling consultation.旅舍提供票务服务和周边旅游咨询。
164 preposterous e1Tz2     
  • The whole idea was preposterous.整个想法都荒唐透顶。
  • It would be preposterous to shovel coal with a teaspoon.用茶匙铲煤是荒谬的。


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