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`Have you a couple of days to spare? Have just been wired for from the west of England in connection with Boscombe Valley tragedy. Shall be glad if you will come with me. Air and scenery perfect. Leave Paddington by the 11:15.'
得空兩三日否? 傾接電報, 發自英倫西部, 事關波谷倫常命案. 該地空氣與景色俱佳, 望同行. 火車柏靈頓站十一時一刻開.
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It is said that Mr Decadent and Shen Tung-chao were discussng the Governor and how it was just because he was talented and wanted quick promotion that he comitted so many acts of injustice, then they both sighed.
話說老殘與申東造議論玉賢正為有才，急於做官。所以喪天害理，至於如此，彼此嘆息一會。
Mr Shen said, `Yesterday I said I had something important to discuss with you in private, and it is about this very thing.
東造道：「正是。我昨日說有要事與先生密商，就是為此。
You consider , sir, what a tyrant this man is, and I have the misfortune to be under him. To work according to his wishes would be more than I could endure, but I see no goo means of doing otherwise.
先生想，此公殘忍至於此極。兄弟不幸，偏又在他屬下。依他做，實在不忍；不依他做，又實無良法。
Now you are rich in experience, you have ``tasted all dangers and difficuities and know the people's heart'', so you must have some good solution which I beg you to divulge.'
先生閱歷最多，所謂『險阻艱難，備嘗之矣；民之情偽，盡知之矣』，必有良策，願有以教我！」
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當我死時，在四月明光，
雨水溼人如醉。
我將無動於衷，
一任你心碎。
我平靜，如老樹濃蔭，
任雨壓枝條如墜。
我將默然無語，
比你多一倍。
When I am dead and over me bright April / Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, / Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, / I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful / When rain bends down the bough, / And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted / Than you are now.
凋墜靜好，如紅葉飄落在
無風聲無雨喧的時節，
只有秋涼和永不止息
收呀收地將萬物收回大地。
就這樣，任雪花飄落深深
掩蓋住迷醉在光裡空裡的曾經，
大地不會惋惜她那不知疲倦的戀人，
他也不會醒來發現她竟如此不上心。
Serene descent, as a red leaf's descending / When there is neither wind nor noise of rain, / But only autumn air and the unending / Drawing of all things to the earth again.
So be it, let the snow fall deep and cover / All that was drunken once with light and air. / The earth will not regret her tireless lover, / Nor he awake to know she does not care.
我說：「我把心收起，
像人家把門關了，
叫愛情生生的餓死，
也許不再和我為難了。」
但是五月的濕風，
時時從屋頂上吹來；
還有那街心的琴調,
一陣陣的飛來。
一屋裏都是太陽光，
這時候「愛情」有點醉了，
他說，「我是關不住的，
我要把你的心打碎了！」
I said, ``I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more.''
But over the roofs there came
The wet new wind of May,
And a tune blew up from the curb
Where the street-pianos play.
My room was white with the sun
And Love cried out to me,
``I am strong, I will break your heart
Unless you set me free.''
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【鬥鵪鶉】
他兩箇天北天南。海西海東。
雲閉雲開。水淹水衝。
煙罩煙飛。火燒火烘。
卒律律電影重。古突突霧氣濃。
起幾箇骨碌碌的轟雷。更一陣撲簌簌的怪風。
【鬼三台】
兩條龍身軀縱。震的那乾坤動。
惡哏哏健勇。赤焰焰滿天紅。
一撞一衝。則教你心如鐵石也怕恐。
便有那銅山鐵壁都沒用。
錢塘龍逆水忙截。
涇河龍淤泥裡便 [gung3]。
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On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel.
從馬賽到義大利邊界當中，風景宜人的法國里維耶拉海岸上，聳立著一座玫瑰色的神氣的大旅館
Deferential palms cool its flushed facade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people;
泛紅的正面有畢恭畢敬的棕櫚樹遮陰送涼， 旅館之前有短短一片耀眼的沙灘， 近來了名流和時髦人物的避暑勝地；
a decade ago it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April.
十年前，每到四月英國客人北歸之後，便差不多沒有人了。
Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse’s Hotel des Etrangers and Cannes, five miles away.
如今附近是一座座的平房， 然而這故事開始時， 高斯外僑旅館和五哩外的康城之間一片松林中， 只有十來所老別墅的圓頂像睡蓮般淍敗。
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The scholar Tan was still unmarried at forty, much to his distress. One night he was studying The Book of Songs at midnight when a girl of about sixteen came in. Her beauty and splendour had no equal on earth, and she offered to be his wife.
She warned him, though: "I am no ordinary woman. For three years you must not look at me by torchlight."
They married and had a son, and when the boy was two years old, Tan could contain his curiosity no longer. While his wife lay asleep he held a torch over her. From the waist up she was flesh like any other woman, but from the waist down she was nothing but dry bones!
Just then his wife woke up. "You have wronged me, husband!" she cried. "I was soon to have become a mortal. Why couldn't you wait for one more year instead of holding that torch over me?" Tan made abject apologies.
"Now we must part for ever," she said in tears. "You must take good care of my son. If you are too poor to support yourself, come with me now and I shall give you a present."
He followed her into a splendid hall --- a rare building richly furnished --- where she gave him a robe made of pearls. "You can live on this," she told him. And she tore a strip from his gown.
Later Tan sold the robe to the prince of Suiyang for ten million coins. As soon as the prince set eyes on it, he said: "That belonged to my daughter. This fellow must be a grave-robber."
He had Tan tried, and refused to believe his story. But upon inspecting the grave, they found it unbroken. And when they opened it, under the coffin lid they discovered the strip of Tan's garment. They perceived that his son resembled the princess too.
So at last the prince was convinced. Summoning Tan, he returned him the robe and made him his son-in-law, while the child was recommended for a post in the palace guard.
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Han Ping, steward to Prince Kang of Song, married a beautiful daughter of the He family. But the prince took her from him. When he protested, he was imprisoned and sentenced to hard labor on the city wall.
Then his wife secretly wrote to him to say: Rain, ceaseless rain, / Great the river, deep the water, / Yet there is sunrise in my heart.
This letter fell into the hands of the prince, who showed it to his followers, but no one could make out its meaning.
Then the minister Su He said: "The first line means that she is longing for him all the time, the second that they have no way of getting in touch, the third that she intends to take her life." Then Han Ping killed himself.
His wife secretly tore her clothes. When the prince went up the tower with her, she threw herself from the top; and when his followers tried to seize her, her clothes tore away and she was dashed to death.
On her belt she had left this message: "Your Highness wishes me to live, but your servant chose to die. Please bury me with Han Ping."
The prince was angry and refused her request, ordering the local people to bury her in a separate grave.
"You speak of your endless love," said the prince. "If you can make these tombs come together, I will not stand in your way."
Then within one day two great catalpa trees sprang up above the two graves. In ten days they grew to an enormous size, and their branches inclined towards each other, their roots intertwined together beneath the soil, and their twigs interwound above.
And two love birds, one male and one female, stayed on these trees, not departing morning or night. They billed and cooed most plaintively, and uttered heart-rending cries.
The people of Song lamented the lovers' death and gave this tree the name "the tree of love." The southerners say the birds were the spirits of Han Ping and his wife.
In Suiyang today there is a town named Han Ping, and people still sing of the lovers.
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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I arrived in Seoul towards evening and after dinner, tired by the long railway journey from Peking, to stretch my cramped legs I went for a walk.
I wandered at random along a narrow and busy street. The Koreans in their long white gowns and their little white top-hats were amusing to look at and the open shops displayed wares that arrested my foreign eyes.
Presently I came to a second-hand bookseller's and catching sight of shelves filled with English books went in to have a look at them.
I glanced at the titles and my heart sank. They were commentaries on the Old Testament, treatises on the Epistles of St. Paul, sermons and lives of divines doubtless eminent, but whose names were unfamiliar to me; I am an ignorant person.
I supposed that this was the library of some missionary whom death had claimed in the midst of his labours and whose books then had been purchased by a Japanese bookseller. The Japanese are astute, but I could not imagine who in Seoul would be found to buy a work in three volumes on the Epistle to the Corinthians.
But as I was turning away, between volume two and volume three of this treatise I noticed a little book bound in paper. I do not know what induced me to take it out. It was called the Complete Poker Player and its cover was illustrated with a hand holding four aces. I looked at the title-page. The author was Mr. John Blackbridge, actuary and counseller-at-law, and the preface was dated 1879.
I wondered how this work happened to be among the books of a deceased missionary and I looked in one or two of them to see if I could find his name. Perhaps it was there only by accident. It may be that it was the entire library of a stranded gambler and had found its way to those shelves when his effects were sold to pay his hotel bill.
But I preferred to think that it was indeed the property of the missionary and that when he was weary of reading divinity he rested his mind by the perusal of these lively pages. Perhaps somewhere in Korea, at night and alone in his mission-house, he dealt innumerable poker hands in order to see for himself whether you could really only get a straight flush once in sixty-five thousand hands.
But the owner of the shop was looking at me with disfavour so I turned to him and asked the price of the book. He gave it a contemptuous glance and told me I could have it for twenty sen. I put it in my pocket.
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(1917) I have my own views about learning a language. I think it waste of time to acquire a greater knowledge than suffices me to read fluently and talk enough for the ordinary affairs of life. The labour required to acquire a real familiarity with a foreign tongue is profitless.
錢歌川譯: 關於學習語言，我有我自己的想法。我認為只要學到足夠我們 自由閱讀，自由談論日常生活的情形就行了，研求再多的語言知識， 簡直是時間的浪費。(翻譯的技巧, 習題一)
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Creon: If the cure is bad, better to be sick. (3.517)
Creon: Kings hate to hear the things they order spoken. (3.520)
Chorus: The Fates come at a fixed time.
Nobody gets the dally when they call,
nobody can postpone the written day.
(1.187--190)
Love of honour leads a man
to travel the world. (1.192)
Unambitious people live to white old age;
the unimpressive fortune of a tiny house
is humble but it stands on solid ground.
Impetuous courage falls from a great height.
(1.198--201)
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when you were a young man, you belted up your clothes and walked around wherever you wanted. But when you get old, you'll stretch out your hands, and someone else will truss you in a belt and take you where you don't want to go.
雲淡風輕．若即若離
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