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Who Do You Think You Are?
Who Do You Think You Are?
There were some things Rose and her brother Brian could safely talk about, without runningaground on principles or statements of position, and one of them was Milton Homer. They bothremembered that when they had measles1 and there was a quarantine notice put up on the door—this was long ago, before their father died and before Brian went to school—Milton Homer camealong the street and read it. They heard him coming over the bridge and as usual he wascomplaining loudly. His progress through town was not silent unless his mouth was full of candy;otherwise he would be yelling at dogs and bullying2 the trees and telephone poles, mulling over oldgrievances.
“And I did not and I did not and I did not!” he yelled, and hit the bridge railing.
Rose and Brian pulled back the quilt that was hung over the window to keep the light out, sothey would not go blind.
“Milton Homer,” said Brian appreciatively.
Milton Homer then saw the notice on the door. He turned and mounted the steps and read it. Hecould read. He would go along the main street reading all the signs out loud.
Rose and Brian remembered this and they agreed that it was the side door, where Flo later stuckon the glassed- in porch; before that there was only a slanting4 wooden platform, and theyremembered Milton Homer standing5 on it. If the quarantine notice was there and not on the frontdoor, which led into Flo’s store, then the store must have been open; that seemed odd, and couldonly be explained by Flo’s having bullied6 the Health Officer. Rose couldn’t remember; she couldonly remember Milton Homer on the platform with his big head on one side and his fist raised toknock.
“Measles, huh?” said Milton Homer. He didn’t knock, after all; he stuck his head close to thedoor and shouted, “Can’t scare me!” Then he turned around but did not leave the yard. He walkedover to the swing, sat down, took hold of the ropes and began moodily7, then with mounting andferocious glee, to give himself a ride.
“Milton Homer’s on the swing, Milton Homer’s on the swing!” Rose shouted. She had run fromthe window to the stairwell.
Flo came from wherever she was to look out the side window. “He won’t hurt it,” said Flosurprisingly. Rose had thought she would chase him with the broom. Afterwards she wondered:
could Flo have been frightened? Not likely. It would be a matter of Milton Homer’s privileges.
“I can’t sit on the seat after Milton Homer’s sat on it!”
“You! You go on back to bed.”
Rose went back into the dark smelly measles room and began to tell Brian a story she thoughthe wouldn’t like.
“When you were a baby, Milton Homer came and picked you up.” “He did not.”
“He came and held you and asked what your name was. I remember.”
Brian went out to the stairwell.
“Did Milton Homer come and pick me up and ask what my name was? Did he? When I was ababy?”
“You tell Rose he did the same for her.”
Rose knew that was likely, though she hadn’t been going to mention it. She didn’t really knowif she remembered Milton Homer holding Brian, or had been told about it. Whenever there was anew baby in a house, in that recent past when babies were still being born at home, Milton Homercame as soon as possible and asked to see the baby, then asked its name, and delivered a setspeech. The speech was to the effect that if the baby lived, it was to be hoped it would lead aChristian life, and if it died, it was to be hoped it would go straight to Heaven. The same idea asbaptism, but Milton did not call on the Father or the Son or do any business with water. He did allthis on his own authority. He seemed to be overcome by a stammer9 he did not have at other times,or else he stammered10 on purpose in order to give his pronouncements more weight. He opened hismouth wide and rocked back and forth11, taking up each phrase with a deep grunt12.
“And if the Baby—if the Baby—if the Baby—lives—”
Rose would do this years later, in her brother’s living room, rocking back and forth, chanting,each if coming out like an explo sion, leading up to the major explosion of lives.
“He will live a—good life—and he will—and he will—and he will—not sin. He will lead agood life—a good life—and he will not sin. He will not sin!”
“And if the baby—if the baby—if the baby—dies—”
“Now that’s enough. That’s enough, Rose,” said Brian, but he laughed. He could put up withRose’s theatrics when they were about Hanratty.
“How can you remember?” said Brian’s wife Phoebe, hoping to stop Rose before she went ontoo long and roused Brian’s impatience13. “Did you see him do it? That often?”
“Oh no,” said Rose, with some surprise. “I didn’t see him do it. What I saw was Ralph Gillespiedoing Milton Homer. He was a boy in school. Ralph.”
MILTON HOMER’S OTHER PUBLIC FUNCTION, as Rose and Brian remembered it, was tomarch in parades. There used to be plenty of parades in Hanratty. The Orange Walk, on theTwelfth of July; the High School Cadet Parade, in May; the schoolchildren’s Empire Day Parade,the Legion’s Church Parade, the Santa Claus Parade, the Lions Club Old-Timers’ Parade. One ofthe most derogatory things that could be said about anyone in Hanratty was that he or she wasfond of parading around, but almost every soul in town—in the town proper, not West Hanratty,that goes without saying—would get a chance to march in public in some organized and approvedaffair. The only thing was that you must never look as if you were enjoying it; you had to give theimpression of being called forth out of preferred obscurity; ready to do your duty and gravelypreoccupied with whatever notions the parade celebrated15.
The Orange Walk was the most splendid of all the parades. King Billy at the head of it rode ahorse as near pure white as could be found, and the Black Knights16 at the rear, the noblest rank ofOrangemen—usually thin, and poor, and proud and fanatical old farmers—rode dark horses andwore the ancient father-to-son top hats and swallow-tail coats. The banners were all gorgeous silksand embroideries17, blue and gold, orange and white, scenes of Protestant triumph, lilies and openBibles, mottoes of godliness and honor and flaming bigotry18. The ladies came beneath theirsunshades, Orangemen’s wives and daughters all wearing white for purity. Then the bands, thefifes and drums, and gifted step-dancers performing on a clean haywagon as a movable stage.
Also, there came Milton Homer. He could show up anywhere in the parade and he varied20 hisplace in it from time to time, stepping out behind King Billy or the Black Knights or the step-dancers or the shy orange-sashed children who carried the banners. Behind the Black Knights hewould pull a dour21 face, and hold his head as if a top hat was riding on it; behind the ladies hewiggled his hips22 and diddled an imaginary sunshade. He was a mimic23 of ferocious8 gifts andterrible energy. He could take the step-dancers’ tidy show and turn it into an idiot’s prance24, andstill keep the beat.
The Orange Walk was his best opportunity, in parades, but he was conspicuous25 in all of them.
Head in the air, arms whipping out, snootily in step, he marched behind the commanding officer ofthe Legion. On Empire Day he provided himself with a Red Ensign and a union Jack26, and keptthem going like whirligigs above his head. In the Santa Claus parade he snatched candy meant forchildren; he did not do it for a joke.
You would think that somebody in authority in Hanratty would have put an end to this. MiltonHomer’s contribution to any parade was wholly negative; designed, if Milton Homer could havedesigned anything, just to make the parade look foolish. Why didn’t the organizers and theparaders make an effort to keep him out? They must have decided27 that was easier said than done.
Milton lived with his two old-maid aunts, his parents being dead, and nobody would have liked toask the two old ladies to keep him home. It must have seemed as if they had enough on their handsalready. How could they keep him in, once he had heard the band? They would have to lock himup, tie him down. And nobody wanted to haul him out and drag him away once things began. Hisprotests would have ruined everything. There wasn’t any doubt that he would protest. He had astrong, deep voice and he was a strong man, though not very tall. He was about the size ofNapoleon. He had kicked through gates and fences when people tried to shut him out of theiryards. Once he had smashed a child’s wagon19 on the sidewalk, simply because it was in his way.
Letting him participate must have seemed the best choice, under the circumstances.
Not that it was done as the best of bad choices. Nobody looked askance at Milton in a parade;everybody was used to him. Even the Commanding Officer would let himself be mocked, and theBlack Knights with their old black grievances3 took no notice. People just said, “Oh, there’sMilton,” from the sidewalk. There wasn’t much laughing at him, though strangers in town, cityrelatives invited to watch the parade, might point him out and laugh themselves silly, thinking hewas there officially and for purposes of comic relief, like the clowns who were actually youngbusinessmen, unsuccessfully turning cartwheels.
“Who is that?” the visitors said, and were answered with nonchalance28 and a particularly obscuresort of pride.
“That’s just Milton Homer. It wouldn’t be a parade without Milton Homer.”
“THE VILLAGE IDIOT,” said Phoebe, trying to comprehend these things, with her inexhaustibleunappreciated politeness, and both Rose and Brian said that they had never heard him describedthat way. They had never thought of Hanratty as a village. A village was a cluster of picturesquehouses around a steepled church on a Christmas card. Villagers were the costumed chorus in thehigh school operetta. If it was necessary to describe Milton Homer to an outsider, people wouldsay that he was “not all there.” Rose had wondered, even at that time, what was the part thatwasn’t there? She still wondered. Brains, would be the easiest answer. Milton Homer must surelyhave had a low I.Q. Yes; but so did plenty of people, in Hanratty and out of it, and they did notdistinguish themselves as he did. He could read without difficulty, as shown in the case of thequarantine sign; he knew how to count his change, as evidenced in many stories about how peoplehad tried to cheat him. What was missing was a sense of precaution, Rose thought now. Socialinhibition, though there was no such name for it at that time. Whatever it is that ordinary peoplelose when they are drunk, Milton Homer never had, or might have chosen not to have— and this iswhat interests Rose—at some point early in life. Even his expressions, his everyday looks, werethose that drunks wear in theatrical29 extremity—goggling, leering, drooping30 looks that seemedboldly calculated, and at the same time helpless, involuntary; is such a thing possible?
The two ladies Milton Homer lived with were his mother’s sisters. They were twins; theirnames were Hattie and Mattie Milton, and they were usually called Miss Hattie and Miss Mattie,perhaps to detract from any silly sound their names might have had otherwise. Milton had beennamed after his mother’s family. That was a common practice, and there was probably no thoughtof linking together the names of two great poets. That coincidence was never mentioned and wasperhaps not noticed. Rose did not notice it until one day in high school when the boy who satbehind her tapped her on the shoulder and showed her what he had written in his English book. Hehad stroked out the word Chapman’s in the title of a poem and inked in the word Milton, so thatthe title now read: On First Looking into Milton Homer.
Any mention of Milton Homer was a joke, but this changed title was also a joke because itreferred, rather weakly, to Milton Homer’s more scandalous behavior. The story was that when hegot behind somebody in a line-up at the Post Office or a movie theater, he would open his coat andpresent himself, then lunge and commence rubbing. Though of course he wouldn’t get that far; theobject of his passion would have ducked out of his way. Boys were said to dare each other to gethim into position, and stay close ahead of him until the very last moment, then jump aside andreveal him in dire31 importunity32.
It was in honor of this story—whether it was true or not, had happened once, under provocation,or kept happening all the time—that ladies crossed the street when they saw Milton coming, thatchildren were warned to stay clear of him. Just don’t let him monkey around was what Flo said.
He was allowed into houses on those ritual occasions when there was a new baby—with hospitalbirths getting commoner, those occasions diminished—but at other times the doors were lockedagainst him. He would come and knock, and kick the door panels, and go away. But he was lethave his way in yards, because he didn’t take things, and could do so much damage if offended.
Of course, it was another story altogether when he appeared with one of his aunts. At thosetimes he was hangdog-looking, well-behaved; his powers and his passions, whatever they were, allbanked and hidden. He would be eating candy the aunt had bought him, out of a paper bag. Heoffered it when told to, though nobody but the most greedy person alive would touch what mighthave been touched by Milton Homer’s fingers or blessed by his spittle. The aunts saw that he gothis hair cut; they did their best to keep him presentable. They washed and ironed and mended hisclothes, sent him out in his raincoat and rubbers, or knitted cap and muffler, as the weatherindicated. Did they know how he conducted himself when out of their sight? They must haveheard, and if they heard they must have suffered, being people of pride and methodist morals. Itwas their grandfather who had started the flax mill in Hanratty and compelled all his employees tospend their Saturday nights at a Bible Class he himself conducted. The Homers, too, were decentpeople. Some of the Homers were supposed to be in favor of putting Milton away but the Miltonladies wouldn’t do it. Nobody suggested they refused out of tender-heartedness.
“They won’t put him in the Asylum33, they’re too proud.”
Miss Hattie Milton taught at the high school. She had been teach ing there longer than all theother teachers combined and was more important than the Principal. She taught English—thealteration in the poem was the more daring and satisfying because it occurred under her nose—andthe thing she was famous for was keeping order. She did this without apparent effort, through theforce of her large-bosomed, talcumed, spectacled, innocent and powerful presence, and her refusalto see that there was any difference between teen-agers (she did not use the word) and students inGrade Four. She assigned a lot of memory work. One day she wrote a long poem on the board andsaid that everyone was to copy it out, then learn it off by heart, and the next day recite it. This waswhen Rose was in her third or fourth year at high school and she did not believe these instructionswere to be taken literally34. She learned poetry with ease; it seemed reasonable to her to skip the firststep. She read the poem and learned it, verse by verse, then said it over a couple of times in herhead. While she was doing this Miss Hattie asked her why she wasn’t copying.
Rose replied that she knew the poem already, though she was not perfectly35 sure that this wastrue.
“Do you really?” said Miss Hattie. “Stand up and face the back of the room.”
Rose did so, trembling for her boast.
“Now recite the poem to the class.”
Rose’s confidence was not mistaken. She recited without a hitch36.
What did she expect to follow? Astonishment37, and compliments, and unaccustomed respect?
“Well, you may know the poem,” Miss Hattie said, “but that is no excuse for not doing whatyou were told. Sit down and write it in your book. I want you to write every line three times. Ifyou don’t get finished you can stay after four.”
Rose did have to stay after four, of course, raging and writing while Miss Hattie got out hercrocheting. When Rose took the copy to her desk Miss Hattie said mildly enough but with finality,“You can’t go thinking you are better than other people just because you can learn poems. Who doyou think you are?”
This was not the first time in her life Rose had been asked who she thought she was; in fact thequestion had often struck her like a monotonous38 gong and she paid no attention to it. But sheunderstood, afterwards, that Miss Hattie was not a sadistic39 teacher; she had refrained from sayingwhat she now said in front of the class. And she was not vindictive40; she was not taking revengebecause she had not believed Rose and had been proved wrong. The lesson she was trying to teachhere was more important to her than any poem, and one she truly believed Rose needed. It seemedthat many other people believed she needed it, too.
THE WHOLE CLASS was invited, at the end of the senior year, to a lantern slide show at theMiltons’ house. The lantern slides were of China, where Miss Mattie, the stay-at-home twin, hadbeen a missionary41 in her youth. Miss Mattie was very shy, and she stayed in the background,working the slides, while Miss Hattie commented. The lantern slides showed a yellow country;much as expected. Yellow hills and sky; yellow people, rickshaws, parasols, all dry and papery-looking, fragile, unlikely, with black zigzags42 where the paint had cracked, on the temples, theroads and faces. At this very time, the one and only time Rose sat in the Miltons’ parlor43, Mao wasin power in China and the Korean War was underway, but Miss Hattie made no concessions44 tohistory, any more than she made concessions to the fact that the members of her audience wereeighteen and nineteen years old.
“The Chinese are heathens,” Miss Hattie said. “That is why they have beggars.”
There was a beggar, kneeling in the street, arms outstretched to a rich lady in a rickshaw, whowas not paying any attention to him.
“They do eat things we wouldn’t touch,” Miss Hattie said. Some Chinese were pictured pokingsticks into bowls. “But they eat a better diet when they become Christians45. The first generation ofChristians is an inch and a half taller.”
Christians of the first generation were standing in a row with their mouths open, possiblysinging. They wore black and white clothes.
After the slides, plates of sandwiches, cookies, tarts46 were served. All were home-made and verygood. A punch of grape juice and ginger-ale was poured into paper cups. Milton sat in a corner inhis thick tweed suit, a white shirt and a tie, on which punch and crumbs47 had already been spilled.
“Some day it will just blow up in their faces,” Flo had said darkly, meaning Milton. Could thatbe the reason people came, year after year, to see the lantern slides and drink the punch that all thejokes were about? To see Milton with his jowls and stomach swollen48 as if with bad intentions,ready to blow? All he did was stuff himself at an unbelievable rate. It seemed as if he downed datesquares, hermits49, Nanaimo bars and fruit drops, butter tarts and brownies, whole, the way a snakewill swallow frogs. Milton was similarly distended50.
METHODISTS WERE PEOPLE whose power in Hanratty was passing, but slowly. The days ofthe compulsory51 Bible Class were over. Perhaps the Miltons didn’t know that. Perhaps they knew itbut put a heroic face on their decline. They behaved as if the requirements of piety52 hadn’t changedand as if its connection with prosperity was unaltered. Their brick house, with its overstuffedcomfort, their coats with collars of snug53 dull fur, seemed proclaimed as a Methodist house,Methodist clothing, inelegant on purpose, heavy, satisfactory. Everything about them seemed tosay that they had applied54 themselves to the world’s work for God’s sake, and God had not let themdown. For God’s sake the hall floor shone with wax around the runner, the lines were drawnperfectly with a straight pen in the account book, the begonias flourished, the money went into thebank.
But mistakes were made, nowadays. The mistake the Milton ladies made was in drawing up apetition to be sent to the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, asking for the removal from the airof the programs that interfered55 with church-going on Sunday nights: Edgar Bergen and CharlieMcCarthy; Jack Benny; Fred Allen. They got the minister to speak about their petition in church—this was in the United Church, where Methodists had been outnumbered by Presbyterians andCongregationalists, and it was not a scene Rose witnessed, but had described to her by Flo—andafterwards they waited, Miss Hattie and Miss Mattie, one on each side of the outgoing stream,intending to deflect56 people and make them sign the petition, which was set up on a little table inthe church vestibule. Behind the table Milton Homer was sitting. He had to be there; they never lethim get out of going to church on Sunday. They had given him a job to keep him busy; he was tobe in charge of the fountain pens, making sure they were full and handing them to signers.
That was the obvious part of the mistake. Milton had got the idea of drawing whiskers onhimself, and had done so, without the help of a mirror. Whiskers curled out over his big sadcheeks, up towards his bloodshot foreboding eyes. He had put the pen in his mouth, too, so thatink had blotched his lips. In short, he had made himself so comical a sight that the petition whichnobody really wanted could be treated as a comedy, too, and the power of the Milton sisters, theflax-mill Methodists, could be seen as a leftover57 dribble58. People smiled and slid past; nothingcould be done. Of course the Milton ladies didn’t scold Milton or put on any show for the public,they just bundled him up with their petition and took him home.
“That was the end of them thinking they could run things,” Flo said. It was hard to tell, asalways, what particular defeat—was it that of religion or pretension59?—she was so glad to see.
THE BOY WHO SHOWED ROSE the poem in Miss Hattie’s own English class in Hanratty highschool was Ralph Gillespie, the same boy who specialized60 in Milton Homer imitations. As Roseremembered it, he hadn’t started on the imitations at the time he showed her the poem. They camelater, during the last few months he was in school. In most classes he sat ahead of Rose or behindher, due to the alphabetical61 closeness of their names. Beyond this alphabetical closeness they didhave something like a family similarity, not in looks but in habits or tendencies. Instead ofembarrassing them, as it would have done if they had really been brother and sister, this drewthem together in helpful conspiracy62. Both of them lost or mislaid, or never adequately providedthemselves with, all the pencils, rulers, erasers, pen-nibs, ruled paper, graph paper, the compass,dividers, protractor, necessary for a successful school life; both of them were sloppy63 with ink,subject to spilling and blotting64 mishaps65; both of them were negligent66 about doing homework butpanicky about not having done it. So they did their best to help each other out, sharing whateversupplies they had, begging from their more provident67 neighbors, finding someone’s homework tocopy. They developed the comradeship of captives, of soldiers who have no heart for thecampaign, wishing only to survive and avoid action.
That wasn’t quite all. Their shoes and boots became well acquainted, scuffling and pushing infriendly and private encounter, sometimes resting together a moment in tentative encouragement;this mutual68 kindness particularly helped them through those moments when people were beingselected to do mathematics problems on the blackboard.
Once Ralph came in after noon hour with his hair full of snow. He leaned back and shook thesnow over Rose’s desk, saying, “Do you have those dandruff blues69?”
“No. Mine’s white.”
This seemed to Rose a moment of some intimacy70, with its physi cal frankness, its rememberedchildhood joke. Another day at noon hour, before the bell rang, she came into the classroom andfound him, in a ring of onlookers71, doing his Milton Homer imitation. She was surprised andworried; surprised because his shyness in class had always equalled hers and had been one of thethings that united them; worried that he might not be able to bring it off, might not make themlaugh. But he was very good; his large, pale, good-natured face took on the lumpy desperation ofMilton’s; his eyes goggled72 and his jowls shook and his words came out in a hoarse73 hypnotizedsingsong. He was so successful that Rose was amazed, and so was everybody else. From that timeon Ralph began to do imitations; he had several, but Milton Homer was his trademark74. Rose neverquite got over a comradely sort of apprehension75 on his behalf. She had another feeling as well, notenvy but a shaky sort of longing76. She wanted to do the same. Not Milton Homer; she did not wantto do Milton Homer. She wanted to fill up in that magical, releasing way, transform herself; shewanted the courage and the power.
Not long after he started publicly developing these talents he had, Ralph Gillespie dropped outof school. Rose missed his feet and his breathing and his finger tapping her shoulder. She met himsometimes on the street but he did not seem to be quite the same person. They never stopped totalk, just said hello and hurried past. They had been close and conspiring77 for years, it seemed,maintaining their spurious domesticity, but they had never talked outside of school, never gonebeyond the most formal recognition of each other, and it seemed they could not, now. Rose neverasked him why he had dropped out; she did not even know if he had found a job. They knew eachother’s necks and shoulders, heads and feet, but were not able to confront each other as full-lengthpresences.
After a while Rose didn’t see him on the street any more. She heard that he had joined theNavy. He must have been just waiting till he was old enough to do that. He had joined the Navyand gone to Halifax. The war was over, it was only the peacetime Navy. Just the same it was oddto think of Ralph Gillespie, in uniform, on the deck of a destroyer, maybe firing off guns. Rosewas just beginning to understand that the boys she knew, however incompetent78 they might seem,were going to turn into men, and be allowed to do things that you would think required a lot moretalent and authority than they could have.
THERE WAS A TIME, after she gave up the store and before her arthritis79 became too crippling,during which Flo went out to Bingo games and sometimes played cards with her neighbors at theLegion Hall. When Rose was home on a visit conversation was difficult, so she would ask Floabout the people she saw at the Legion. She would ask for news of her own contemporaries, HorseNicholson, Runt Chesterton, whom she could not really imagine as grown men; did Flo ever seethem?
“There’s one I see and he’s around there all the time. Ralph Gillespie.”
Rose said that she had thought Ralph Gillespie was in the Navy. “He was too but he’s backhome now. He was in an accident.” “What kind of accident?”
“I don’t know. It was in the Navy. He was in a Navy hospital three solid years. They had torebuild him from scratch. He’s all right now except he walks with a limp, he sort of drags the oneleg.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Well, yes. That’s what I say. I don’t hold any grudge80 against him but there’s some up there atthe Legion that do.”
“Hold a grudge?”
“Because of the pension,” said Flo, surprised and rather contemptuous of Rose for not takinginto account so basic a fact of life, and so natural an attitude, in Hanratty. “They think, well, he’sset for life. I say he must’ve suffered for it. Some people say he gets a lot but I don’t believe it. Hedoesn’t need much, he’s all on his own. One thing, if he suffers pain he don’t let on. Like me. Idon’t let on. Weep and you weep alone. He’s a good darts81 player. He’ll play anything that’s going.
And he can imitate people to the life.”
“Does he still do Milton Homer? He used to do Milton Homer at school.”
“He does him. Milton Homer. He’s comical at that. He does some others too.”
“Is Milton Homer still alive? Is he still marching in parades?” “Sure he’s still alive. He’squietened down a lot, though. He’s out there at the County Home and you can see him on a sunnyday down by the highway keeping an eye on the traffic and licking up an ice cream cone82. Both theold ladies is dead.”
“So he isn’t in the parades any more?”
“There isn’t the parades to be in. Parades have fallen off a lot. All the Orangemen are dying outand you wouldn’t get the turnout, anyway, people’d rather stay home and watch their T.V.”
ON LATER VISITS Rose found that Flo had turned against the Legion. “I don’t want to be one ofthose old crackpots,” she said.
“What old crackpots?”
“Sit around up there telling the same stupid yarns83 and drinking beer. They make me sick.”
This was very much in Flo’s usual pattern. People, places, amusements, went abruptly84 in andout of favor. The turnabouts had become more drastic and frequent with age.
“Don’t you like any of them any more? Is Ralph Gillespie still going there?”
“He still is. He likes it so well he tried to get himself a job there. He tried to get the part-timebar job. Some people say he got turned down because he already has got the pension but I think itwas because of the way he carries on.”
“How? Does he get drunk?”
“You couldn’t tell if he was, he carries on just the same, imitating, and half the time he’simitating somebody that the newer people that’s come to town, they don’t know even who theperson was, they just think it’s Ralph being idiotic85.”
“Like Milton Homer?”
“That’s right. How do they know it’s supposed to be Milton Homer and what was MiltonHomer like? They don’t know. Ralph don’t know when to stop. He Milton Homer’d himself rightout of a job.”
After Rose had taken Flo to the County Home—she had not seen Milton Homer there, thoughshe had seen other people she had long believed dead—and was staying to clean up the house andget it ready for sale, she herself was taken to the Legion by Flo’s neighbors, who thought she mustbe lonely on a Saturday night. She did not know how to refuse, so she found herself sitting at along table in the basement of the hall, where the bar was, just at the time the last sunlight wascoming across the fields of beans and corn, across the gravel14 parking lot and through the highwindows, staining the plywood walls. All around the walls were photographs, with names letteredby hand and taped to the frames. Rose got up to have a look at them. The Hundred and Sixth, justbefore embarkation86, 1915. Various heroes of that war, whose names were carried on by sons andnephews, but whose existence had not been known to her before. When she came back to the tablea card game had started. She wondered if it had been a disruptive thing to do, getting up to look atthe pictures. Probably nobody ever looked at them; they were not for looking at; they were justthere, like the plywood on the walls. Visitors, outsiders, are always looking at things, alwaystaking an interest, asking who was this, when was that, trying to liven up the conversation. Theyput too much in; they want too much out. Also, it could have looked as if she was parading aroundthe room, asking for attention.
A woman sat down and introduced herself. She was the wife of one of the men playing cards.
“I’ve seen you on television,” she said. Rose was always a bit apologetic when somebody saidthis; that is, she had to control what she recognized in herself as an absurd impulse to apologize.
Here in Hanratty the impulse was stronger than usual. She was aware of having done things thatmust seem high- handed. She remembered her days as a television interviewer, her beguilingconfidence and charm; here as nowhere else they must understand how that was a sham87. Heracting was another matter. The things she was ashamed of were not what they must think she wasashamed of; not a flopping89 bare breast, but a failure she couldn’t seize upon or explain.
This woman who was talking to her did not belong to Hanratty. She said she had come fromSarnia when she was married, fifteen years ago.
“I still find it hard to get used to. Frankly90 I do. After the city. You look better in person than youdo in that series.”
“I should hope so,” said Rose, and told about how they made her up. People were interested inthings like that and Rose was more comfortable, once the conversation got on to technical details.
“Well, here’s old Ralph,” the woman said. She moved over, making room for a thin, gray-haired man holding a mug of beer. This was Ralph Gillespie. If Rose had met him on the street shewould not have recognized him, he would have been a stranger to her, but after she had looked athim for a moment he seemed quite unchanged to her, unchanged from himself at seventeen orfifteen, his gray hair which had been light brown still falling over his forehead, his face still paleand calm and rather large for his body, the same diffident, watchful91, withholding92 look. But hisbody was thinner and his shoulders seemed to have shrunk together. He wore a short-sleevedsweater with a little collar and three ornamental93 buttons; it was light-blue with beige and yellowstripes. This sweater seemed to Rose to speak of aging jauntiness94, a kind of petrified95 adolescence96.
She noticed that his arms were old and skinny and that his hands shook so badly that he used bothof them to raise the glass of beer to his mouth.
“You’re not staying around here long, are you?” said the woman who had come from Sarnia.
Rose said that she was going to Toronto tomorrow, Sunday, night.
“You must have a busy life,” the woman said, with a large sigh, an honest envy that in itselfwould have declared out-of-town origins.
Rose was thinking that on Monday at noon she was to meet a man for lunch and to go to bed.
This man was Tom Shepherd, whom she had known for a long time. At one time he had been inlove with her, he had written love letters to her. The last time she had been with him, in Toronto,when they were sitting up in bed afterwards drinking gin and tonic—they always drank a gooddeal when they were together—Rose suddenly thought, or knew, that there was somebody now,some woman he was in love with and was courting from a distance, probably writing letters to,and that there must have been another woman he was robustly97 bedding, at the time he was writingletters to her. Also, and all the time, there was his wife. Rose wanted to ask him about this; thenecessity, the difficulties, the satisfactions. Her interest was friendly and uncritical but she knew,she had just enough sense to know, that the question would not do.
The conversation in the Legion had turned on lottery98 tickets, Bingo games, winnings. The menplaying cards—Flo’s neighbor among them—were talking about a man who was supposed to havewon ten thousand dollars, and never publicized the fact, because he had gone bankrupt a few yearsbefore and owed so many people money.
One of them said that if he had declared himself bankrupt, he didn’t owe the money any more.
“Maybe he didn’t owe it then,” another said. “But he owes it now. The reason is, he’s got itnow.”
This opinion was generally favored.
Rose and Ralph Gillespie looked at each other. There was the same silent joke, the sameconspiracy, comfort; the same, the same.
“I hear you’re quite a mimic,” Rose said.
That was wrong; she shouldn’t have said anything. He laughed and shook his head.
“Oh, come on. I hear you do a sensational99 Milton Homer.” “I don’t know about that.”
“Is he still around?”
“Far as I know he’s out at the County Home.”
“Remember Miss Hattie and Miss Mattie? They had the lantern slide show at their house.”
“My mental picture of China is still pretty well based on those slides.”
Rose went on talking like this, though she wished she could stop. She was talking in whatelsewhere might have been considered an amusing, confidential100, recognizably and meaninglesslyflirtatious style. She did not get much response from Ralph Gillespie, though he seemed attentive,even welcoming. All the time she talked, she was wondering what he wanted her to say. He didwant something. But he would not make any move to get it. Her first impression of him, asboyishly shy and ingratiating, had to change. That was his surface. Underneath101 he was self-sufficient, resigned to living in bafflement, perhaps proud. She wished that he would speak to herfrom that level, and she thought he wished it, too, but they were prevented.
But when Rose remembered this unsatisfactory conversation she seemed to recall a wave ofkindness, of sympathy and forgiveness, though certainly no words of that kind had been spoken.
That peculiar102 shame which she carried around with her seemed to have been eased. The thing shewas ashamed of, in acting88, was that she might have been paying attention to the wrong things,reporting antics, when there was always something further, a tone, a depth, a light, that shecouldn’t get and wouldn’t get. And it wasn’t just about acting she suspected this. Everything shehad done could sometimes be seen as a mistake. She had never felt this more strongly than whenshe was talking to Ralph Gillespie, but when she thought about him afterwards her mistakesappeared unimportant. She was enough a child of her time to wonder if what she felt about himwas simply sexual warmth, sexual curiosity; she did not think it was. There seemed to be feelingswhich could only be spoken of in translation; perhaps they could only be acted on in translation;not speaking of them and not acting on them is the right course to take because translation isdubious. Dangerous, as well.
For these reasons Rose did not explain anything further about Ralph Gillespie to Brian andPhoebe when she recalled Milton Homer’s ceremony with babies or his expression of diabolicalhappiness on the swing. She did not even mention that he was dead. She knew he was deadbecause she still had a subscription103 to the Hanratty paper. Flo had given Rose a seven- yearsubscription on the last Christmas when she felt obliged to give Christmas presents;characteristically, Flo said that the paper was just for people to get their names in and hadn’tanything in it worth reading. Usually Rose turned the pages quickly and put the paper in thefirebox. But she did see the story about Ralph which was on the front page.
Mr. Ralph Gillespie, Naval104 Petty Officer, retired105, sustained fatal head injuries atthe Legion Hall on Saturday night last. No other person was implicated106 in the falland unfortunately several hours passed before Mr. Gillespie’s body wasdiscovered. It is thought that he mistook the basement door for the exit door andlost his balance, which was precarious107 due to an old injury suffered in his navalcareer which left him partly disabled.
The paper went on to give the names of Ralph’s parents, who were apparently108 still alive, and ofhis married sister. The Legion was taking charge of the funeral services.
Rose didn’t tell this to anybody, glad that there was one thing at least she wouldn’t spoil bytelling, though she knew it was lack of material as much as honorable restraint that kept her quiet.
What could she say about herself and Ralph Gillespie, except that she felt his life, close, closerthan the lives of men she’d loved, one slot over from her own?


1 measles Bw8y9     
  • The doctor is quite definite about Tom having measles.医生十分肯定汤姆得了麻疹。
  • The doctor told her to watch out for symptoms of measles.医生叫她注意麻疹出现的症状。
2 bullying f23dd48b95ce083d3774838a76074f5f     
v.恐吓,威逼( bully的现在分词 );豪;跋扈
  • Many cases of bullying go unreported . 很多恐吓案件都没有人告发。
  • All cases of bullying will be severely dealt with. 所有以大欺小的情况都将受到严肃处理。 来自《简明英汉词典》
3 grievances 3c61e53d74bee3976a6674a59acef792     
n.委屈( grievance的名词复数 );苦衷;不满;牢骚
  • The trade union leader spoke about the grievances of the workers. 工会领袖述说工人们的苦情。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
  • He gave air to his grievances. 他申诉了他的冤情。 来自《简明英汉词典》
4 slanting bfc7f3900241f29cee38d19726ae7dce     
  • The rain is driving [slanting] in from the south. 南边潲雨。
  • The line is slanting to the left. 这根线向左斜了。
5 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。
6 bullied 2225065183ebf4326f236cf6e2003ccc     
adj.被欺负了v.恐吓,威逼( bully的过去式和过去分词 )
  • My son is being bullied at school. 我儿子在学校里受欺负。
  • The boy bullied the small girl into giving him all her money. 那男孩威逼那个小女孩把所有的钱都给他。 来自《简明英汉词典》
7 moodily 830ff6e3db19016ccfc088bb2ad40745     
  • Pork slipped from the room as she remained staring moodily into the distance. 阿宝从房间里溜了出来,留她独个人站在那里瞪着眼睛忧郁地望着远处。 来自辞典例句
  • He climbed moodily into the cab, relieved and distressed. 他忧郁地上了马车,既松了一口气,又忧心忡忡。 来自互联网
8 ferocious ZkNxc     
  • The ferocious winds seemed about to tear the ship to pieces.狂风仿佛要把船撕成碎片似的。
  • The ferocious panther is chasing a rabbit.那只凶猛的豹子正追赶一只兔子。
9 stammer duMwo     
  • He's got a bad stammer.他口吃非常严重。
  • We must not try to play off the boy troubled with a stammer.我们不可以取笑这个有口吃病的男孩。
10 stammered 76088bc9384c91d5745fd550a9d81721     
v.结巴地说出( stammer的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He stammered most when he was nervous. 他一紧张往往口吃。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
  • Barsad leaned back in his chair, and stammered, \"What do you mean?\" 巴萨往椅背上一靠,结结巴巴地说,“你是什么意思?” 来自英汉文学 - 双城记
11 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。
12 grunt eeazI     
  • He lifted the heavy suitcase with a grunt.他咕噜着把沉重的提箱拎了起来。
  • I ask him what he think,but he just grunt.我问他在想什麽,他只哼了一声。
13 impatience OaOxC     
  • He expressed impatience at the slow rate of progress.进展缓慢,他显得不耐烦。
  • He gave a stamp of impatience.他不耐烦地跺脚。
14 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。
15 celebrated iwLzpz     
  • He was soon one of the most celebrated young painters in England.不久他就成了英格兰最负盛名的年轻画家之一。
  • The celebrated violinist was mobbed by the audience.观众团团围住了这位著名的小提琴演奏家。
16 knights 2061bac208c7bdd2665fbf4b7067e468     
骑士; (中古时代的)武士( knight的名词复数 ); 骑士; 爵士; (国际象棋中)马
  • stories of knights and fair maidens 关于骑士和美女的故事
  • He wove a fascinating tale of knights in shining armour. 他编了一个穿着明亮盔甲的骑士的迷人故事。
17 embroideries 046e6b786fdbcff8d4c413dc4da90ca8     
刺绣( embroidery的名词复数 ); 刺绣品; 刺绣法
  • Some of the embroideries are in bold, bright colours; others are quietly elegant. 刺绣品有的鲜艳,有的淡雅。
  • These embroideries permitted Annabel and Midge to play their game in the luxury of peaceful consciences. 这样加以润饰,就使安娜博尔和米吉在做这个游戏时心安理得,毫无内疚。
18 bigotry Ethzl     
  • She tried to dissociate herself from the bigotry in her past.她力图使自己摆脱她以前的偏见。
  • At least we can proceed in this matter without bigotry.目前这件事咱们至少可以毫无偏见地进行下去。
19 wagon XhUwP     
  • We have to fork the hay into the wagon.我们得把干草用叉子挑进马车里去。
  • The muddy road bemired the wagon.马车陷入了泥泞的道路。
20 varied giIw9     
  • The forms of art are many and varied.艺术的形式是多种多样的。
  • The hotel has a varied programme of nightly entertainment.宾馆有各种晚间娱乐活动。
21 dour pkAzf     
  • They were exposed to dour resistance.他们遭受到顽强的抵抗。
  • She always pretends to be dour,in fact,she's not.她总表现的不爱讲话,事实却相反。
22 hips f8c80f9a170ee6ab52ed1e87054f32d4     
abbr.high impact polystyrene 高冲击强度聚苯乙烯,耐冲性聚苯乙烯n.臀部( hip的名词复数 );[建筑学]屋脊;臀围(尺寸);臀部…的
  • She stood with her hands on her hips. 她双手叉腰站着。
  • They wiggled their hips to the sound of pop music. 他们随着流行音乐的声音摇晃着臀部。 来自《简明英汉词典》
23 mimic PD2xc     
  • A parrot can mimic a person's voice.鹦鹉能学人的声音。
  • He used to mimic speech peculiarities of another.他过去总是模仿别人讲话的特点。
24 prance u1zzg     
  • Their horses pranced and whinnied.他们的马奔腾着、嘶鸣着。
  • He was horrified at the thought of his son prancing about on a stage in tights.一想到儿子身穿紧身衣在舞台上神气活现地走来走去,他就感到震惊。
25 conspicuous spszE     
  • It is conspicuous that smoking is harmful to health.很明显,抽烟对健康有害。
  • Its colouring makes it highly conspicuous.它的色彩使它非常惹人注目。
26 jack 53Hxp     
  • I am looking for the headphone jack.我正在找寻头戴式耳机插孔。
  • He lifted the car with a jack to change the flat tyre.他用千斤顶把车顶起来换下瘪轮胎。
27 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。
28 nonchalance a0Zys     
  • She took her situation with much nonchalance.她对这个处境毫不介意。
  • He conceals his worries behind a mask of nonchalance.他装作若无其事,借以掩饰内心的不安。
29 theatrical pIRzF     
  • The final scene was dismayingly lacking in theatrical effect.最后一场缺乏戏剧效果,叫人失望。
  • She always makes some theatrical gesture.她老在做些夸张的手势。
30 drooping drooping     
adj. 下垂的,无力的 动词droop的现在分词
  • The drooping willows are waving gently in the morning breeze. 晨风中垂柳袅袅。
  • The branches of the drooping willows were swaying lightly. 垂柳轻飘飘地摆动。
31 dire llUz9     
  • There were dire warnings about the dangers of watching too much TV.曾经有人就看电视太多的危害性提出严重警告。
  • We were indeed in dire straits.But we pulled through.那时我们的困难真是大极了,但是我们渡过了困难。
32 importunity aqPzcS     
  • They got only blushes, ejaculations, tremors, and titters, in return for their importunity. 她们只是用脸红、惊叫、颤抖和傻笑来回答他们的要求。 来自辞典例句
  • His importunity left me no alternative but to agree. 他的强硬要求让我只能答应而没有别的选择。 来自互联网
33 asylum DobyD     
  • The people ask for political asylum.人们请求政治避难。
  • Having sought asylum in the West for many years,they were eventually granted it.他们最终获得了在西方寻求多年的避难权。
34 literally 28Wzv     
  • He translated the passage literally.他逐字逐句地翻译这段文字。
  • Sometimes she would not sit down till she was literally faint.有时候,她不走到真正要昏厥了,决不肯坐下来。
35 perfectly 8Mzxb     
  • The witnesses were each perfectly certain of what they said.证人们个个对自己所说的话十分肯定。
  • Everything that we're doing is all perfectly above board.我们做的每件事情都是光明正大的。
36 hitch UcGxu     
  • They had an eighty-mile journey and decided to hitch hike.他们要走80英里的路程,最后决定搭便车。
  • All the candidates are able to answer the questions without any hitch.所有报考者都能对答如流。
37 astonishment VvjzR     
  • They heard him give a loud shout of astonishment.他们听见他惊奇地大叫一声。
  • I was filled with astonishment at her strange action.我对她的奇怪举动不胜惊异。
38 monotonous FwQyJ     
  • She thought life in the small town was monotonous.她觉得小镇上的生活单调而乏味。
  • His articles are fixed in form and monotonous in content.他的文章千篇一律,一个调调儿。
39 sadistic HDxy0     
  • There was a sadistic streak in him.他有虐待狂的倾向。
  • The prisoners rioted against mistreatment by sadistic guards.囚犯因不堪忍受狱警施虐而发动了暴乱。
40 vindictive FL3zG     
  • I have no vindictive feelings about it.我对此没有恶意。
  • The vindictive little girl tore up her sister's papers.那个充满报复心的小女孩撕破了她姐姐的作业。
41 missionary ID8xX     
  • She taught in a missionary school for a couple of years.她在一所教会学校教了两年书。
  • I hope every member understands the value of missionary work. 我希望教友都了解传教工作的价值。
42 zigzags abaf3e38b28a59d9998c85607babdaee     
n.锯齿形的线条、小径等( zigzag的名词复数 )v.弯弯曲曲地走路,曲折地前进( zigzag的第三人称单数 )
  • The path descended the hill in a series of zigzags. 小路呈连续的之字形顺着山坡蜿蜒而下。
  • History moves in zigzags and by roundabout ways. 历史的发展是曲折的,迂回的。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
43 parlor v4MzU     
  • She was lying on a small settee in the parlor.她躺在客厅的一张小长椅上。
  • Is there a pizza parlor in the neighborhood?附近有没有比萨店?
44 concessions 6b6f497aa80aaf810133260337506fa9     
n.(尤指由政府或雇主给予的)特许权( concession的名词复数 );承认;减价;(在某地的)特许经营权
  • The firm will be forced to make concessions if it wants to avoid a strike. 要想避免罢工,公司将不得不作出一些让步。
  • The concessions did little to placate the students. 让步根本未能平息学生的愤怒。
45 Christians 28e6e30f94480962cc721493f76ca6c6     
n.基督教徒( Christian的名词复数 )
  • Christians of all denominations attended the conference. 基督教所有教派的人都出席了这次会议。
  • His novel about Jesus caused a furore among Christians. 他关于耶稣的小说激起了基督教徒的公愤。
46 tarts 781c06ce7e1617876890c0d58870a38e     
n.果馅饼( tart的名词复数 );轻佻的女人;妓女;小妞
  • I decided to make some tarts for tea. 我决定做些吃茶点时吃的果馅饼。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • They ate raspberry tarts and ice cream. 大家吃着木莓馅饼和冰淇淋。 来自辞典例句
47 crumbs crumbs     
int. (表示惊讶)哎呀 n. 碎屑 名词crumb的复数形式
  • She stood up and brushed the crumbs from her sweater. 她站起身掸掉了毛衣上的面包屑。
  • Oh crumbs! Is that the time? 啊,天哪!都这会儿啦?
48 swollen DrcwL     
  • Her legs had got swollen from standing up all day.因为整天站着,她的双腿已经肿了。
  • A mosquito had bitten her and her arm had swollen up.蚊子叮了她,她的手臂肿起来了。
49 hermits 878e9ed8ce97a52b2b0c8664ad4bd37c     
(尤指早期基督教的)隐居修道士,隐士,遁世者( hermit的名词复数 )
  • In the ancient China,hermits usually lived in hamlets. 在古代中国,隐士们通常都住在小村子里。
  • Some Buddhist monks live in solitude as hermits. 有些和尚在僻静处隐居。
50 distended 86751ec15efd4512b97d34ce479b1fa7     
v.(使)膨胀,肿胀( distend的过去式和过去分词 )
  • starving children with huge distended bellies 鼓着浮肿肚子的挨饿儿童
  • The balloon was distended. 气球已膨胀。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
51 compulsory 5pVzu     
  • Is English a compulsory subject?英语是必修课吗?
  • Compulsory schooling ends at sixteen.义务教育至16岁为止。
52 piety muuy3     
  • They were drawn to the church not by piety but by curiosity.他们去教堂不是出于虔诚而是出于好奇。
  • Experience makes us see an enormous difference between piety and goodness.经验使我们看到虔诚与善意之间有着巨大的区别。
53 snug 3TvzG     
  • He showed us into a snug little sitting room.他领我们走进了一间温暖而舒适的小客厅。
  • She had a small but snug home.她有个小小的但很舒适的家。
54 applied Tz2zXA     
  • She plans to take a course in applied linguistics.她打算学习应用语言学课程。
  • This cream is best applied to the face at night.这种乳霜最好晚上擦脸用。
55 interfered 71b7e795becf1adbddfab2cd6c5f0cff     
v.干预( interfere的过去式和过去分词 );调停;妨碍;干涉
  • Complete absorption in sports interfered with his studies. 专注于运动妨碍了他的学业。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • I am not going to be interfered with. 我不想别人干扰我的事情。 来自《简明英汉词典》
56 deflect RxvxG     
  • Never let a little problem deflect you.决不要因一点小问题就半途而废。
  • They decided to deflect from the original plan.他们决定改变原计划。
57 leftover V97zC     
  • These narrow roads are a leftover from the days of horse-drawn carriages.这些小道是从马车时代沿用下来的。
  • Wonder if that bakery lets us take leftover home.不知道那家糕饼店会不会让我们把卖剩的带回家。
58 dribble DZTzb     
  • Melted wax dribbled down the side of the candle.熔化了的蜡一滴滴从蜡烛边上流下。
  • He wiped a dribble of saliva from his chin.他擦掉了下巴上的几滴口水。
59 pretension GShz4     
  • I make no pretension to skill as an artist,but I enjoy painting.我并不自命有画家的技巧,但我喜欢绘画。
  • His action is a satire on his boastful pretension.他的行动是对他自我卖弄的一个讽刺。
60 specialized Chuzwe     
  • There are many specialized agencies in the United Nations.联合国有许多专门机构。
  • These tools are very specialized.这些是专用工具。
61 alphabetical gfvyY     
  • Please arrange these books in alphabetical order.请把这些书按字母顺序整理一下。
  • There is no need to maintain a strict alphabetical sequence.不必保持严格的字顺。
62 conspiracy NpczE     
  • The men were found guilty of conspiracy to murder.这些人被裁决犯有阴谋杀人罪。
  • He claimed that it was all a conspiracy against him.他声称这一切都是一场针对他的阴谋。
63 sloppy 1E3zO     
  • If you do such sloppy work again,I promise I'll fail you.要是下次作业你再马马虎虎,我话说在头里,可要给你打不及格了。
  • Mother constantly picked at him for being sloppy.母亲不断地批评他懒散。
64 blotting 82f88882eee24a4d34af56be69fee506     
  • Water will permeate blotting paper. 水能渗透吸水纸。
  • One dab with blotting-paper and the ink was dry. 用吸墨纸轻轻按了一下,墨水就乾了。
65 mishaps 4cecebd66139cdbc2f0e50a83b5d60c5     
n.轻微的事故,小的意外( mishap的名词复数 )
  • a series of mishaps 一连串的倒霉事
  • In spite of one or two minor mishaps everything was going swimmingly. 尽管遇到了一两件小小的不幸,一切都进行得很顺利。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
66 negligent hjdyJ     
  • The committee heard that he had been negligent in his duty.委员会听说他玩忽职守。
  • If the government is proved negligent,compensation will be payable.如果证明是政府的疏忽,就应支付赔偿。
67 provident Atayg     
  • A provident father plans for his children's education.有远见的父亲为自己孩子的教育做长远打算。
  • They are provident statesmen.他们是有远见的政治家。
68 mutual eFOxC     
  • We must pull together for mutual interest.我们必须为相互的利益而通力合作。
  • Mutual interests tied us together.相互的利害关系把我们联系在一起。
69 blues blues     
  • She was in the back of a smoky bar singing the blues.她在烟雾弥漫的酒吧深处唱着布鲁斯歌曲。
  • He was in the blues on account of his failure in business.他因事业失败而意志消沉。
70 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。
71 onlookers 9475a32ff7f3c5da0694cff2738f9381     
n.旁观者,观看者( onlooker的名词复数 )
  • A crowd of onlookers gathered at the scene of the crash. 在撞车地点聚集了一大群围观者。
  • The onlookers stood at a respectful distance. 旁观者站在一定的距离之外,以示尊敬。
72 goggled f52598b3646e2ce36350c4ece41e0c69     
adj.戴护目镜的v.睁大眼睛瞪视, (惊讶的)转动眼珠( goggle的过去式和过去分词 )
  • He goggled in bewilderment. 他困惑地瞪着眼睛。 来自辞典例句
  • The children goggled in amazement at the peculiar old man. 孩子们惊讶的睁视著那个奇怪的老人。 来自互联网
73 hoarse 5dqzA     
  • He asked me a question in a hoarse voice.他用嘶哑的声音问了我一个问题。
  • He was too excited and roared himself hoarse.他过于激动,嗓子都喊哑了。
74 trademark Xndw8     
  • The trademark is registered on the book of the Patent Office.该商标已在专利局登记注册。
  • The trademark of the pen was changed.这钢笔的商标改了。
75 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。
76 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。
77 conspiring 6ea0abd4b4aba2784a9aa29dd5b24fa0     
密谋( conspire的现在分词 ); 搞阴谋; (事件等)巧合; 共同导致
  • They were accused of conspiring against the king. 他们被指控阴谋反对国王。
  • John Brown and his associates were tried for conspiring to overthrow the slave states. 约翰·布朗和他的合伙者们由于密谋推翻实行奴隶制度的美国各州而被审讯。
78 incompetent JcUzW     
  • He is utterly incompetent at his job.他完全不能胜任他的工作。
  • He is incompetent at working with his hands.他动手能力不行。
79 arthritis XeyyE     
  • Rheumatoid arthritis has also been linked with the virus.风湿性关节炎也与这种病毒有关。
  • He spent three months in the hospital with acute rheumatic arthritis.他患急性风湿性关节炎,在医院住了三个月。
80 grudge hedzG     
  • I grudge paying so much for such inferior goods.我不愿花这么多钱买次品。
  • I do not grudge him his success.我不嫉妒他的成功。
81 darts b1f965d0713bbf1014ed9091c7778b12     
n.掷飞镖游戏;飞镖( dart的名词复数 );急驰,飞奔v.投掷,投射( dart的第三人称单数 );向前冲,飞奔
  • His darts trophy takes pride of place on the mantelpiece. 他将掷镖奖杯放在壁炉顶上最显著的地方。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • I never saw so many darts in a bodice! 我从没见过紧身胸衣上纳了这么多的缝褶! 来自《简明英汉词典》
82 cone lYJyi     
  • Saw-dust piled up in a great cone.锯屑堆积如山。
  • The police have sectioned off part of the road with traffic cone.警察用锥形路标把部分路面分隔开来。
83 yarns abae2015fe62c12a67909b3167af1dbc     
n.纱( yarn的名词复数 );纱线;奇闻漫谈;旅行轶事
  • ...vegetable-dyed yarns. 用植物染料染过色的纱线 来自辞典例句
  • Fibers may be loosely or tightly twisted into yarns. 纤维可以是膨松地或紧密地捻成纱线。 来自辞典例句
84 abruptly iINyJ     
  • He gestured abruptly for Virginia to get in the car.他粗鲁地示意弗吉尼亚上车。
  • I was abruptly notified that a half-hour speech was expected of me.我突然被通知要讲半个小时的话。
85 idiotic wcFzd     
  • It is idiotic to go shopping with no money.去买东西而不带钱是很蠢的。
  • The child's idiotic deeds caused his family much trouble.那小孩愚蠢的行为给家庭带来许多麻烦。
86 embarkation embarkation     
n. 乘船, 搭机, 开船
  • Lisbon became the great embarkation point. 里斯本成了最理想的跳板。 来自英语连读(第二部分)
  • Good, go aboard please, be about very quickly embarkation. 好了,请上船吧,很快就要开船了。
87 sham RsxyV     
  • They cunningly played the game of sham peace.他们狡滑地玩弄假和平的把戏。
  • His love was a mere sham.他的爱情是虚假的。
88 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。
89 flopping e9766012a63715ac6e9a2d88cb1234b1     
n.贬调v.(指书、戏剧等)彻底失败( flop的现在分词 );(因疲惫而)猛然坐下;(笨拙地、不由自主地或松弛地)移动或落下;砸锅
  • The fish are still flopping about. 鱼还在扑腾。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • What do you mean by flopping yourself down and praying agin me?' 咚一声跪下地来咒我,你这是什么意思” 来自英汉文学 - 双城记
90 frankly fsXzcf     
  • To speak frankly, I don't like the idea at all.老实说,我一点也不赞成这个主意。
  • Frankly speaking, I'm not opposed to reform.坦率地说,我不反对改革。
91 watchful tH9yX     
  • The children played under the watchful eye of their father.孩子们在父亲的小心照看下玩耍。
  • It is important that health organizations remain watchful.卫生组织保持警惕是极为重要的。
92 withholding 7eXzD6     
  • She was accused of withholding information from the police. 她被指控对警方知情不报。
  • The judge suspected the witness was withholding information. 法官怀疑见证人在隐瞒情况。
93 ornamental B43zn     
  • The stream was dammed up to form ornamental lakes.溪流用水坝拦挡起来,形成了装饰性的湖泊。
  • The ornamental ironwork lends a touch of elegance to the house.铁艺饰件为房子略添雅致。
94 jauntiness 1b7bbd56010700d72eaeb7221beae436     
95 petrified 2e51222789ae4ecee6134eb89ed9998d     
  • I'm petrified of snakes. 我特别怕蛇。
  • The poor child was petrified with fear. 这可怜的孩子被吓呆了。 来自《简明英汉词典》
96 adolescence CyXzY     
  • Adolescence is the process of going from childhood to maturity.青春期是从少年到成年的过渡期。
  • The film is about the trials and tribulations of adolescence.这部电影讲述了青春期的麻烦和苦恼。
97 robustly 507ac3bec7e7c48e608da00e709f9006     
  • These three hormones also robustly stimulated thymidine incorporation and inhibited drug-induced apoptosis. 并且这三种激素有利于胸(腺嘧啶脱氧核)苷掺入和抑制药物诱导的细胞凋亡。 来自互联网
  • The economy is still growing robustly, but inflation, It'seems, is back. 经济依然强劲增长,但是通胀似乎有所抬头。 来自互联网
98 lottery 43MyV     
  • He won no less than £5000 in the lottery.他居然中了5000英镑的奖券。
  • They thought themselves lucky in the lottery of life.他们认为自己是变幻莫测的人生中的幸运者。
99 sensational Szrwi     
  • Papers of this kind are full of sensational news reports.这类报纸满是耸人听闻的新闻报道。
  • Their performance was sensational.他们的演出妙极了。
100 confidential MOKzA     
  • He refused to allow his secretary to handle confidential letters.他不让秘书处理机密文件。
  • We have a confidential exchange of views.我们推心置腹地交换意见。
101 underneath VKRz2     
  • Working underneath the car is always a messy job.在汽车底下工作是件脏活。
  • She wore a coat with a dress underneath.她穿着一件大衣,里面套着一条连衣裙。
102 peculiar cinyo     
  • He walks in a peculiar fashion.他走路的样子很奇特。
  • He looked at me with a very peculiar expression.他用一种很奇怪的表情看着我。
103 subscription qH8zt     
  • We paid a subscription of 5 pounds yearly.我们按年度缴纳5英镑的订阅费。
  • Subscription selling bloomed splendidly.订阅销售量激增。
104 naval h1lyU     
  • He took part in a great naval battle.他参加了一次大海战。
  • The harbour is an important naval base.该港是一个重要的海军基地。
105 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。
106 implicated 8443a53107b44913ed0a3f12cadfa423     
  • These groups are very strongly implicated in the violence. 这些组织与这起暴力事件有着极大的关联。 来自《简明英汉词典》
  • Having the stolen goods in his possession implicated him in the robbery. 因藏有赃物使他涉有偷盗的嫌疑。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
107 precarious Lu5yV     
  • Our financial situation had become precarious.我们的财务状况已变得不稳定了。
  • He earned a precarious living as an artist.作为一个艺术家,他过得是朝不保夕的生活。
108 apparently tMmyQ     
  • An apparently blind alley leads suddenly into an open space.山穷水尽,豁然开朗。
  • He was apparently much surprised at the news.他对那个消息显然感到十分惊异。


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