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“Where was I?” said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.;我讲到哪了?;海格问。这时弗农姨父依然铁青着脸,看上去非常生气,他一边说一边往火炉旁挪动。“He#39;s not going,” he said.;他不会去的!;Hagridgrunted.海格笑了一声。“I#39;d like ter see a great Muggle like you stop him,” he said.;我倒想看看像你这样的麻瓜怎样可以阻止到他。;他说。 “A what?” said Harry, interested.;像他这样的什么?;哈利好奇地问道。“A Muggle,” said Hagrid, “it#39;s what we call nonmagic folk like them. An’ it#39;s your bad luck you grew up in a family o’ the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on.”;麻瓜。;海格说,;我们就是这样称呼那些不会魔法的人的。你在这样一个家庭里长大真是不幸,他们是我见过的最坏的麻瓜。;“We swore when we took him in we#39;d put a stop to that rubbish,” said Uncle Vernon, “swore we#39;d stamp it out of him! Wizard indeed!”;我们在收养他的时候,我们就发誓我们要消灭他的巫术。;弗农姨父说,;我们不能让他会巫术!真正的巫师!;“You knew ?” said Harry. “You knew I#39;m a — a wizard?”;原来你早就知道了!;哈利说,;你知道我是一个巫师?;“Knew!”shriekedAunt Petunia suddenly. “Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, mydrattedsister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that — that school — and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frogspawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was — a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!”;没错!;佩妮姨妈突然尖叫道。;我们当然知道!我的是那样子,你又怎么可能跟她不一样呢?她也收到过像刚才那样的信,接着她就消失了——去了那所学校——每个假期回来的时候她的口袋都满是蝌料,把茶杯变成老鼠!我是唯一可以看清楚地是什么人的人——她是一个怪物!可是我的爸爸妈妈,他们却为家里有一个女巫而感到骄傲!She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years.她停下来深深地吸了一口气又接着说,好像她已经憋了很久没说话似的。“Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you#39;d be just the same, just as strange, just as — as —abnormal— and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!”;接着她在学校里遇到了波特,他们双双离开并且结了婚,然后有了你。当然我知道你会跟她一样,一样的古怪,一样的异常。再然后,她把自己炸死了,我们只好收养了你!;Harry had gone very white. As soon as he found his voice he said, “Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!”哈利脸色变红了,到他回过神来他赶紧问:;炸死的?你告诉我他们是车祸撞死的!;“CAR CRASH!” roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. “How could a car crash kill Lily an’ James Potter? It#39;s an outrage! A scandal! Harry Potter not knowin’ his own story when every kid in our world knows his name!”;车祸?;海格吼道,气得跳得老高,把德思礼一家又吓到角落里去了。;车祸怎么可能害死莉莉和詹姆#8226;波特呢?一派胡言!哈利·波特居然不知道自己的故事!在我们的世界里每个小孩都知道他的名字!; /201112/163590The envelope had the words “Internal Revenue Service” printed on the outside. Oh no, Vaughn thought, this could be bad news. It was bad news. IRS had determined that Vaughn owed 3, plus interest, from two years ago. They had disallowed a deduction for two reasons. One, his adjusted gross income that year was more than ,000, and two, he was covered by an employer retirement plan. Therefore, said IRS, he was not allowed the deduction he had taken for his individual retirement account.IRS sent him six pages of explanations and instructions. IRS included a returnable form with an "Agree" box and a "Disagree" box. If he checked Agree, he must pay the full amount. If he checked Disagree, he must send documentation supporting the reasons for his disagreement. If his documentation was correct, he would owe nothing.He called the IRS 800 number just to make sure he had the instructions correctly. An agent told him to simply send a check with the full amount whether he agreed or disagreed. If he disagreed but his documentation was correct, IRS would return the full amount of his check within eight weeks.“Don’t believe that agent. For now, just send them the documentation,” advised Vaughn's brother later that day. “Make IRS wait for the money. It’s your money, not theirs.” Article/201108/149237

Guns are bad. Full stop. I’m fed up hearing about people who think they have a right to carry a gun. A gun is a deadly weapon. People who are for guns say people are the deadly ones. That’s stupid. The truth is, that if there were no guns in the world, there’d be more people alive. Students with guns kill other students at school. No guns, no deaths. Guns are used in millions of crimes around the world. Gun crime is out of control in many countries. The societies in which guns are illegal have very little gun crime. The problem is that guns aren’t going away. They are getting easier to buy. Now that many international borders are open, smuggling guns to other countries is easy. Maybe the whole world will return to the Wild West. Article/201105/134411

Hagrid grinned at Harry.海格冲着哈利露齿一笑。;Told yeh, didn#39;t I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin#39; ter meet yeh ; mind you, he#39;s usually tremblin#39;.;;我没告诉你吗?你很有名气的,就连屈拉教授见到你都会发抖,尽管他是经常发抖。;;Is he always that nervous?;;他总是那么紧张吗?;;Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin#39; outta books but then he took a year off ter get some firsthand experience; They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o#39; trouble with a hag ; never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject ; now, where#39;s me umbrella?;;哦,是的,可怜的家伙,他很聪明,当他在学校里学习魔法的时候是非常优秀的,然后他花了一年时间出去积累亲身经验,他们说他在黑森林里遇见了吸血鬼们和一个非常危险难缠的老巫婆;;从此以后一切就变样了;;他开始害怕学生们,对自己的课题也感到惊恐;;我的伞在哪?;Vampires? Hags? Harry#39;s head was swimming. Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can.;吸血鬼?老巫婆?;哈利的脑海中浮现出这些情景,而海格却坐在垃圾堆上数着墙上的结块。;Three up; two across; ; he muttered. ;Right, stand back, Harry.;;向上三块;;横移三块;;;他小声咕哝着,;对了,向后站,哈利。;He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.他用伞尖对着墙壁敲了三次。The brick he had touched quivered ; it wriggled ; in the middle, a small hole appeared ; it grew wider and wider ; a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.他触到的那块砖开始振动;;中间部分在剧烈的蠕动着,一个小洞出现了;;越变越大;;一秒钟之后一个大到足以让海格穿过的拱门就摆在了他们面前。这座拱门通向一条由鹅卵石铺成的街道,这条街道弯弯曲曲地向前延伸直到看不见为止。;Welcome,; said Hagrid, ;to Diagon Alley.;;欢迎来到对角巷。;海格说。He grinned at Harry#39;s amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.哈利见此情景已经惊讶到说不出话,海格冲他露齿一笑,两人便一起跨入拱门,哈利迅速扭过头,看见身后的那座拱门已经又变成一面坚实的墙。The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons ; All Sizes ; Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver ; SelfStirring ; Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.阳光明亮地照在最近的一家店外的成堆的坩埚上。上面挂着一幅招牌,写道:坩埚;;各种尺寸的;;铜的、黄铜的、白蜡的。银的;;自动;;折叠式。;Yeah, you#39;ll be needin#39; one,; said Hagrid, ;but we gotta get yer money first.;;啊哈,你得买一个坩埚,但我们首先得拿到你的钱。;

  When I was a kid, I thought gangsters were really cool. I loved watching gangster movies. Al Capone was almost like a hero to me. I always wanted the gangster in the movie to escape from the police. The movies made gangsters look like heroes. Now I’m older, I think that’s shocking. How can they glamorize the life of gangsters. Of course, we all know gangsters are dangerous. They are involved in many crimes. They sell drugs, traffic children and run prostitution rings. Many gangsters control politicians and policemen. In fact, in many countries around the world, gangsters become politicians. The funny thing is, even now, when I look at gangster movies, I still think the gangster is the good guy. That’s a little worrying. Article/201104/133703

  First man: In my house I#39;m really somebody.Second man: Is that so?First man: Yes. Every night my wife calls out from the kitchen, ;Will somebody take out the garbage?;第一位男人:我在家里确实是一个人物。第二位男人:真是这样吗?第一位男人:是的,每天晚上我妻子都在厨房里喊“来一个人把垃圾拿出去。” Article/200805/38260。

  PART FOUR - LIFE AT MOOR HOUSECHAPTER TWENTY-TWOI Am No Longer Poor"St. John!" I cried. I could not stay quiet."[-----1-----]," he said, holding up his hand. "But wait until I'm done with the story. I don't know anything about this Mr. Rochester, but I do know that he wanted to marry this young girl. But during the wedding, she learned that he aly had a wife! And, his wife was mad. After this, the girl disappeared. Many people have tried to find her, but no one knows where she is. But she must be found! A lawyer named Briggs needs to talk to her, about something very important.""Just tell her one thing," I said desperately. "What about Mr. Rochester? Where is he? What is he doing? Is he well?""I don't know. Why don't you ask me the girl's name, and why people are looking for her?""Did Mr. Briggs write to Mr. Rochester?" I asked."He did, but Rochester didn't wirte back. Instead a woman named Mrs. Fairfax answered his letter." [-----2-----]. Probably Mr. Rochester had left England to live an exciting life in Europe. He would looked for a new woman to love."You won't ask the girl's name, so I'll tell you," said St. John. "I have it right here." He took out a little piece of paper and showed it to me. The paper came from my drawing book, and said"JANE EYRE" in my own writing. [-----3-----]! 填空 :1、I can imagine how you feel我能够想象出你的感受。2、I felt cold and miserable我感到身上发冷,心里很痛苦。3、I had written my real name on Miss Oliver's drawing, without thinking我不加思索就把我的真名写到了Oliver的素描画上! 隐藏Vocabulary FocusI'm done with the story:我讲完这个故事。"be/have done with sth."意为“做完某事”。 Article/200906/74827

  有声名著之化身士 Chapter3暂无文本 相关名著:有声名著之查泰莱夫人的情人有声名著之简爱有声名著之呼啸山庄有声名著之傲慢与偏见有声名著之儿子与情人有声名著之红与黑有声名著之歌剧魅影有声名著之了不起的盖茨比有声名著之远大前程有声名著之巴斯史维尔猎犬 Article/200810/51665CHAPTER VITriumphTHE d Tribunal of five Judges, Public Prosecutor, and determined Jury, sat every day. Their lists went forth every evening, and were out by the gaolers of the various prisons to their prisoners. The standard gaoler-joke was, `Come out and listen to the Evening Paper, you inside there!' `Charles Evrémonde, called Darnay!' So at last began the Evening Paper at La Force. When a name was called, its owner stepped apart into a spot reserved for those who were announced as being thus fatally recorded. Charles Evrémonde, called Darnay, had reason to know the usage; he had seen hundreds pass away so. His bloated gaoler, who wore spectacles to with, glanced over them to assure himself that he had taken his place, and went through the list, making a similar short pause at each name. There were twenty-three names, but only twenty here responded to; for one of the prisoners so summoned had died in gaol and been forgotten, and two had aly been guillotined and forgotten. The list was , in the vaulted chamber where Darnay had seen the associated prisoners on the night of his arrival. Every one of those had perished in the massacre; every human creature he had since cared for and parted with, had died on the scaffold. There were hurried words of farewell and kindness, but the parting was soon over. It was the incident of every day, and the society of La Force were engaged in the preparation of some games of forfeits and a little concert, for that evening. They crowded to the grates and shed tears there; but, twenty places in the projected entertainments had to be refilled, and the time was, at best, short to the lock-up hour, when the common rooms and corridors would be delivered over to the great dogs who kept watch there through the night. The prisoners were far from insensible or unfeeling; their ways arose out of the condition of the time. Similarly, though with a subtle difference, a species of fervour or intoxication, known, without doubt, to have led some persons to brave the guillotine unnecessarily, and to die by it, was not mere boastfulness, but a wild infection of the wildly shaken public mind. In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease--a terrible passing inclination to die of it. And all of us have like wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them. The passage to the Conciergerie was short and dark; the night in its vermin-haunted cells was long and cold. Next day, fifteen prisoners were put to the bar before Charles Darnay's name was called. All the fifteen were condemned, and the trials of the whole occupied an hour and a half. `Charles Evrémonde, called Darnay,' was at length arraigned. His judges sat upon the Bench in feathered hats; but the rough red cap and tricoloured cockade was the head-dress otherwise prevailing. Looking at the Jury and the turbulent audience, he might have thought that the usual order of things was reversed, and that the felons were trying the honest men. The lowest, cruelest, and worst populace of a city, never without its quantity of low, cruel, and bad, were the directing spirits of the scene: noisily commenting, applauding, disapproving, anticipating, and precipitating the result, without a check. Of the men, the greater part were armed in various ways; of the women, some wore knives, some daggers, some ate and drank as they looked on, many knitted. Among these last, was one, with a spare piece of knitting under her arm as she worked. She was in a front row, by the side of a man whom he had never seen since his arrival at the Barrier, but whom he directly remembered as Defarge. He noticed that she once or twice whispered in his ear, and that she seemed to be his wife; but, what he most noticed in the two figures was, that although they were posted as close to himself as they could be, they never looked towards him. They seemed to be waiting for something with a dogged determination, and they looked at the Jury, but at nothing else. Under the President sat Doctor Manette, in his usual quiet dress. As well as the prisoner could see, he and Mr. Lorry were the only men there, unconnected with the Tribunal, who wore their usual clothes, and had not assumed the coarse garb of the Carmagnole. Charles Evrémonde, called Darnay, was accused by the public prosecutor as an emigrant, whose life was forfeit to the Republic, under the decree which banished all emigrants on pain of Death. It was nothing that the decree bore date since his return to France. There he was, and there was the decree; he had been taken in France, and his head was demanded. `Take off his head!' cried the audience. `An enemy to the Republic!' The President rang his bell to silence those cries, and asked the prisoner whether it was not true that he had lived many years in England? Undoubtedly it was. Was he not an emigrant then? What did he call himself? Not an emigrant, he hoped, within the sense and spirit of the law. Why not? the President desired to know. Article/200905/69569有声名著之双城记CHAPTER IIIA Disappointment MR. ATTORNEY-GENERAL had to inform the jury, that the prisoner before them, though young in years, was old in the treasonable practices which claimed the forfeit of his life. That this correspondence with the public enemy was not a correspondence of to-day, or of yesterday, or even of last year, or of the year before. That, it was certain the prisoner had, for longer than that, been in the habit of passing and repassing between France and England, on secret business of which he could give no honest account. That, if it were in the nature of traitorous ways to thrive (which happily it never was), the real wickedness and guilt of his business might have remained undiscovered. That Providence, however, had put it into the heart of a person who was beyond fear and beyond reproach, to ferret out the nature of the prisoner's schemes, and, struck with horror, to disclose them to his Majesty's Chief Secretary of State and most honourable Privy Council. That, this patriot would be produced before them. That, his position and attitude were, on the whole, sublime. That, he had been the prisoner's friend, but, at once in an auspicious and an evil hour detecting his infamy, had resolved to immolate the traitor he could no longer cherish in his bosom, on the sacred altar of his country. That, if statues were decreed in Britain, as in ancient Greece and Rome, to public benefactors, this shining citizen would assuredly have had one. That, as they were not so decreed, he probably would not have one. That, Virtue, as had been observed by the poets (in many passages which he well knew the jury would have, word for word, at the tips of their tongues; whereat the jury's countenances displayed a guilty consciousness that they knew nothing about the passages), was in a manner contagious; more especially the bright virtue known as patriotism, or love of country. That, the lofty example of this immaculate and unimpeachable witness for the Crown, to refer to whom however unworthily was an honour, had communicated itself to the prisoner's servant, and had engendered in him a holy determination to examine his master's table-drawers and pockets, and secrete his papers. That, he (Mr. Attorney-General) was prepared to hear some disparagement attempted of this admirable servant; but that, in a general way, he preferred him to his (Mr. Attorney-General's) brothers and sisters, and honoured him more than his (Mr. Attorney-General's) father and mother. That, he called with confidence on the jury to come and do likewise. That, the evidence of these two witnesses, coupled with the documents of their discovering that would be produced, would show the prisoner to have been furnished with lists of his Majesty's forces, and of their disposition and preparation, both by sea and land, and would leave no doubt that he had habitually conveyed such information to a hostile power. That, these lists could not be proved to be in the prisoner's handwriting; but that it was all the same; that, indeed, it was rather the better for the prosecution, as showing the prisoner to be artful in his precautions. That, the proof would go back five years, and would show the prisoner aly engaged in these pernicious missions, within a few weeks before the date of the very first action fought between the British troops and the Americans. That, for these reasons, the jury, being a loyal jury (as he knew they were), and being a responsible jury (as they knew they were), must positively find the prisoner Guilty, and make an end of him, whether they liked it or not. That, they never could lay their heads upon their pillows; that, they never could tolerate the idea of their wives laying their heads upon their pillows; that, they never could endure the notion of their children laying their heads upon their pillows; in short, that there never more could be, for them or theirs, any laying of heads upon pillows at all, unless the prisoner's head was taken off. That head Mr. Attorney-General concluded by demanding of them, in the name of everything he could think of with a round turn in it, and on the faith of his solemn asseveration that he aly considered the prisoner as good as dead and gone. When the Attorney-General ceased, a buzz arose in the court as if a cloud of great blue-flies were swarming about the prisoner, in anticipation of what he was soon to become. When toned down again, the unimpeachable patriot appeared in the witness-box. Mr. Solicitor-General then, following his leader's lead, examined the patriot: John Barsad, gentleman, by name. The story of his pure soul was exactly what Mr. Attorney-General had described it to be-perhaps, if it had a fault, a little too exactly. Having released his noble bosom of its burden, he would have modestly withdrawn himself, but that the wigged gentleman with the papers before him, sitting not far from Mr. Lorry, begged to ask him a few questions. The wigged gentleman sitting opposite, still looking at the ceiling of the court. Had he ever been a spy himself? No, he scorned the base insinuation. What did he live upon? His property. Where was his property? He didn't precisely remember where it was. What was it? No business of anybody's. Had he inherited it? Yes, he had. From whom? Distant relation. Very distant? Rather. Ever been in prison? Certainly not. Never in a debtors' prison? Didn't see what that had to do with it. Never in a debtors' prison?--Come, once again. Never? Yes. How many times? Two or three times. Not five or six? Perhaps. Of what profession? Gentleman. Ever been kicked? Might have been. Frequently? No. Ever kicked down-stairs? Decidedly not; once received a kick on the top of a staircase, and fell down-stairs of his own accord. Kicked on that occasion for cheating at dice? Something to that effect was said by the intoxicated liar who committed the assault, but it was not true. Swear it was not true? Positively. Ever live by cheating at play? Never. Ever live by play? Not more than other gentlemen do. Ever borrow money of the prisoner? Yes. Ever pay him? No. Was not this intimacy with the prisoner, in reality a very slight one, forced upon the prisoner in coaches, inns, and packets? No. Sure he saw the prisoner with these lists? Certain. Knew no more about the lists? No. Had not procured them himself, for instance? No. Expect to get anything by this evidence? No. Not in regular government pay and employment, to lay traps? Oh dear no. Or to do anything? Oh dear no. Swear that? Over and over again. No motives but motives of sheer patriotism? None whatever. The virtuous servant, Roger Cly, swore his way through the case at a great rate. He had taken service with the prisoner, in good faith and simplicity, four years ago. He had asked the prisoner, aboard the Calais packet, if he wanted a handy fellow, and the prisoner had engaged him. He had not asked the prisoner to take the handy fellow as an act of charity--never thought of such a thing. He began to have suspicions of the prisoner, and to keep an eye upon him, soon afterwards. In arranging his clothes, while travelling, he had seen similar lists to these in the prisoner's pockets, over and over again. He had taken these lists from the drawer of the prisoner's desk. He had not put them there first. He had seen the prisoner show these identical lists to French gentlemen at Calais, and similar lists to French gentlemen, both at Calais and Boulogne. He loved his country, and couldn't bear it, and had given information. He had never been suspected of stealing a silver tea-pot; he had been maligned respecting a mustard-pot, but it turned out to be only a plated one. He had known the last witness seven or eight years; that was merely a coincidence. He didn't call it a particularly curious coincidence; most coincidences were curious. Neither did he call it a curious coincidence that true patriotism was his only motive too. He was a true Briton, and hoped there were many like him. The blue-flies buzzed again, and Mr. Attorney-General called Mr. Jarvis Lorry. `Mr. Jarvis Lorry, are you a clerk in Tellson's bank?' `I am.' `On a certain Friday night in November one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, did business occasion you to travel between London and Dover by the mail?' `It did.' `Were there any other passengers in the mail?' `Two.' `Did they alight on the road in the course of the night?' `They did.' Article/200903/63786

  Six coal miners in Utah were trapped 1,500 feet underground when the support beams collapsed. Digging was immediately started in an effort to rescue the six. Five volunteer miners risked their lives to descend down to the location of the cave-in. A day later, another cave-in occurred, killing three of the five would-be rescuers. All five were pulled out of the mine.The government banned any further attempts at rescue by men. Instead, machines would be used to burrow into the ground. Listening devices would be able to detect any human activity, and probes would be able to detect the amount of oxygen present. Even though most people figured that the original six had died almost immediately, five more holes were dug during the next two weeks in an effort to find, and deliver food and water to, survivors. This effort was made more difficult because searchers did not know the exact location of the original cave-in.After the fourth, fifth, and sixth digs had produced no positive results, the owner of the mine said that was it. Enough was enough. He had done all he could do, and after two weeks of no food and water, it was impossible that anyone could still be alive. The families of the six miners were outraged, telling the media that the owner had given only lip service to rescue attempts. They planned to sue. Article/201104/132598I was terrified beyond the capacity for words, and I felt like the forest was going to suffocate me. I turned around to head back to my car and nearly tripped over something. I saw what it was; a small plaque affixed to a stone, facing the road. I'd never noticed it before. The inscription :  "In loving memory of the three lives lost the morning of July 6, 1998. May it serve as a warning to those suffering from Road Rage."  I ran back to my car and never looked back.  It was only a few months later that I recounted my tail to a friend in a neighboring condo. Our buildings all have private, outdoor entrances, and we ran into each other coming home from work. I asked him if he knew anything about an accident about 2 years ago on that road. He invited me in for a drink and I relayed my experience.  He listened intently. I thought he would think I was nuts, but when I finished he spoke softly and understandingly. He told me that a mother was taking her little girl to school on that road on the morning of July 6, 1998 when an angry driver, who had taken the road as an alternative to the morning traffic rush, sped by and hit their car. The mother and her little girl died instantly. The driver was hospitalized for a few weeks and released. He admitted that he suffered from Road Rage, and could not take the main street traffic; that's why he went the back way. Article/200902/62616

  Duke Ellington: One of the Most Popular Musicians of the Twentieth CenturyWritten by Paul Thompson (THEME)VOICE ONE:I'm Richard Rael. VOICE TWO:And I'm Ray Freeman with the VOA Special English program, People in America. Every week we tell about a person who was important in the history of the ed States. Today, we finish our report about the great jazz musician, Duke Ellington. (MUSIC) VOICE ONE:That song is "Take the 'A' Train. " It is like a musical sign that says, "You are listening to Duke Ellington and his orchestra. " Music fans around the world know the song is linked closely to Duke Ellington. Yet they may not know that he did not write it. Duke Ellington "Take the 'A' Train" was written by a close friend and orchestra member, Billy Strayhorn. Billy and Duke had a very close working relationship for almost thirty years. Sometimes, it was difficult to tell which man had written a new song for the orchestra. Members of the group often argued about who had written it . . . Duke or Billy Strayhorn. VOICE TWO:Duke Ellington always wrote music. Music experts say he may have written as many as two thousand different songs. He wrote music wherever he went. He wrote late at night. He wrote on the train or bus or airplane when the orchestra traveled. Friends say he wrote music even in eating places while he waited for his food. Listen to this Ellington song, played by Russell Procope. Procope played the clarinet in the Ellington orchestra for many years. In this song, Procope was able to play his part a different way each time. Ellington let individual players create their own parts. This means it is almost impossible today to reproduce the sound of Duke Ellington's orchestra. The song is called, "Four-Thirty Blues." (MUSIC) VOICE ONE:Duke Ellington tried many new and different ways to play music. For example, he put different instruments together in groups that no one had tried before. He also was the first song writer to use a human voice as an instrument. He wrote music for a singer but no words. The song is called "Creole Love Call. " The singer here is Adelaide Hall. (MUSIC) VOICE TWO:Duke Ellington was one of the most popular musicians in the twentieth century. Yet, music experts and critics say he was much more important as a song writer and orchestra leader than as a piano player. Billy Strayhorn once said, "Duke plays piano. But his real instrument is the orchestra. " The orchestra was Duke Ellington's first love. In later years, when large orchestras were not popular, Duke often paid his musicians with his own money to keep the group together. To him, the orchestra was everything. VOICE ONE:Duke Ellington always was looking for ways to make his orchestra sound better. Like many song writers, he often took old songs, changed them, and made them new again. Last week, we played a song called "Concerto for Cootie. " In later years, a singer named Al Hibbler joined the Ellington orchestra. Duke added words to the song. Then he changed its name to "Do Nothing ‘Till You Hear From Me. " Both songs were major hits for the orchestra. Listen as Al Hibbler sings, "Do Nothing ‘Till You Hear From Me. " (MUSIC) VOICE TWO:Duke Ellington and his orchestra played around the world before millions of people. More than eight hundred musicians played with the Ellington orchestra at one time or another. After doctors told Duke that he had lung cancer, he continued to perform. One of his last concerts was at Westminster Abbey in London. His orchestra performed religious music. Duke Ellington was honored by people around the world. Former president Richard Nixon give him the presidential medal of freedom -- America's highest civilian honor. Leaders from around the world wrote him letters to thank him for his music. Duke Ellington died on May twenty-fourth, nineteen seventy-four. VOICE ONE:If you really want to know the real Duke Ellington, you must listen to his music. The music he left the world is truly a great gift. We leave you with Duke Ellington and his orchestra playing like they always did. This recording was made in a room full of people dancing to his music. The place is McElroy's ballroom in the city of Portland, Oregon. It is near the end of the evening. You can hear the crowd in the big room. The people have been dancing and do not want to stop. Duke Ellington, sitting at the piano, starts another song. It is his signal to the orchestra. Once again, the Duke Ellington orchestra begins to play "Things Ain't What They Used to Be. " (MUSIC) VOICE TWO:This Special English program was written, produced and directed by Paul Thompson. I'm Ray Freeman. VOICE ONE:And I'm Richard Rael. Join us again next week at this time for another People in America program on the Voice of America. Article/200803/30121

  Nuclear weapons are the worst thing invented by man. The day we invented them was a black day in our history. Fortunately, they have only been used a few times. We only need to the history of what happened in Japan to understand why nuclear weapons must never be used again. The Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed in an instant. Hundreds of thousands died. Today, nuclear weapons are a hundred times more powerful. It’s scary to think how much harm one nuclear bomb could cause. Even scarier, is what happens if terrorists get hold of nuclear weapons. I fear for our future. One day, all countries will have nuclear weapons and then we’ll be in real trouble. Article/201106/141247。

  Jame Rouse was a land developer who built shopping malls and a planned city near Washington, D.C.Written by Jerilyn Watson (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:I'm Steve Ember. VOICE TWO: And I'm Faith Lapidus with People in America in VOA Special English. Today we tell about James Rouse. He was a developer who found new ways to improve American cities. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:James Rouse It was a gray day in nineteen seventy-three. James Wilson Rouse got off a train in Boston, Massachusetts. He had come to see a very old building that was almost empty.Mister Rouse owned a company that developed property. Another official of the company was on that trip. The official remembered that the building looked terrible. Part of it was burned out. It was filled with holes where rats lived.Yet, the official said: "Jim was very happy. He said it was going to be great. The man could see things no one else could see."VOICE TWO:The damaged building James Rouse was inspecting became the beginning of Boston's famous Faneuil Hall. Repaired and rebuilt, it is an important part of a historic cultural center for stores, ethnic foods and street performers.The center is designed to show life as it was in the seventeen hundreds. Millions of people from all over the world have visited Faneuil Hall. Faneuil Hall is just one of many "festival marketplaces" that James Rouse created in the centers of older cities. Festival marketplaces are large centers for shopping, eating and other pleasant activities. He built other major centers in New York City; Baltimore, Maryland and Miami, Florida. VOICE ONE:Harborplace in Baltimore is a good example of James Rouse's festival marketplaces. In the seventeen hundreds, the land on which the Harborplace development was built served as a trade center for Baltimore. Many ships sailed to and from this area of the eastern American port city. Over the years, however, this busy, successful waterfront area changed. By the middle of the twentieth century, businesses were failing. Many buildings were empty and in need of major repair. The Baltimore city government decided to establish a plan to re-build the area. The plan called for a waterfront development that would combine business and pleasure.VOICE TWO:James Rouse's company won the right to develop part of the area. The project was to be called Harborplace. The first part of Harborplace opened in nineteen eighty. Later in the nineteen eighties, the Rouse Company developed another area called The Gallery at Harborplace.Today, millions of people each year visit Harborplace and The Gallery in Baltimore, Maryland. They shop and eat in many stores and restaurants. They watch music, dancing and plays performed near the water. And they enjoy the mix of people and activities that brings new life to the center of that old city. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE: James Rouse was born in nineteen fourteen. His family lived in a farming area on the eastern shore of Maryland. His father and mother died within a few months of each other in nineteen thirty. They left their five children without much money. The parents owed a bank a lot of money for their house. So the bank was forced to take away the family home. James was able to find a job to pay for his college education. He later graduated from the University of Maryland Law School in nineteen thirty-six. He began working for a bank in Baltimore.VOICE TWO:In nineteen thirty-nine, James Rouse and a banker, Hunter Moss, borrowed twenty-five thousand dollars. They formed a company that lent money to people who wanted to buy homes. During World War Two, Mister Rouse served as an officer in the Navy in the Pacific area. After the war, he returned to Baltimore. His business grew. It represented banks and provided loans to people returning from the war who wanted to buy homes. James Rouse became a rich man. During the early nineteen-fifties, he also became known for social action as well as property development. He tried to improve a poor, undeveloped area in east Baltimore. The mayor of the city said he would not offer complete support for a plan to rebuild the poor area. So Mister Rouse resigned from a citizens' committee that was supporting the plan.VOICE ONE:Also in the nineteen fifties, Mister Rouse began a project that brought him national fame. He began building some of the first enclosed shopping centers in America. He built a lot of these shopping malls in Maryland and other states. Each mall had stores and businesses inside a large building. They were built outside cities, in the growing housing areas called suburbs. James Rouse wanted to develop land for the good of society and the environment, not just for profit. In the nineteen sixties, he dreamed of building a complete new city between Washington, D.C. and Baltimore, Maryland. His company bought ten percent of the property in Howard County, Maryland. The company bought more than fifty-seven square kilometers of land from one hundred forty separate owners. VOICE TWO:In nineteen sixty-three, James Rouse announced that his company would help build a new planned community. By creating separate villages within the community, it was to seem like a small town. Each village would have a shopping center, open spaces and homes. The new community of Columbia, Maryland began in nineteen sixty-seven. Today, more than ninety-four thousand people live in the city. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:In nineteen seventy-two, three members of a Washington, D.C. church came to visit James Rouse. The three belonged to the Church of the Saviour, where James and Patricia Rouse had been married. The women asked Mister Rouse for advice about creating housing for poor people in the Adams Morgan area of Washington. But Mister Rouse thought people who knew nothing about development, money or building could not possibly create low-income housing. VOICE TWO:The women did not give up their goal. Instead, they invested money to buy two apartment house buildings in Adams Morgan. The buildings were in terrible condition. Mister Rouse helped them get six hundred twenty-five thousand dollars to complete the deal. He also helped them get one hundred twenty-five thousand dollars to repair the buildings. Their project was huge. People worked for no pay for fifty thousand hours to repair the buildings. Workers cleaned out garbage and rats. People also gave additional financial help for the restoration. More than nine hundred housing violations were corrected. The completed project provided ninety apartment homes for poor people. They were called Jubilee Housing. VOICE ONE:James and Patricia Rouse served as advisors for Jubilee Housing. Mister Rouse retired as head of his development company. Then, in nineteen eighty-two, they took a further step toward helping poor and middle-income people. They established a new organization, the Enterprise Foundation. They used profits from Mister Rouse's company to start the foundation. Its goal is to give poor people in America a chance to live in clean, pleasant places. Since then, the Enterprise Foundation has worked with thousands of community groups and other organizations. Each year it provides thousands of new or re-built homes for poor and middle-income families. (MUSIC)VOICE TWO:Many experts say that James Rouse helped shape the look of the ed States for years to come. In nineteen ninety-five, President Clinton gave him the Presidential Medal of Freedom. It is the highest award a civilian can receive. He was honored for his work restoring the central areas of cities. President Clinton said that James Rouse's life was based on a strong belief in the American spirit. James Rouse died in nineteen ninety-six. But the work of the Enterprise Foundation continues with help from family members. One of these is the Rouses' grandson, Edward Norton, a movie actor. He developed a project to help poor people heat their homes. It is a joint project with the organization his grandparents established. The influence of James Rouse continues today in other ways. Developers continue to re-build and improve poor areas of cities. And millions of people visit historic centers like Faneuil Hall and Harborplace every year.(MUSIC)VOICE ONE:This program was written by Jerilyn Watson. Lawan Davis was our producer. I'm Steve Ember.VOICE TWO:And I'm Faith Lapidus. Join us again next week for PEOPLE IN AMERICA in VOA Special English.(MUSIC) Article/200803/29882

  After one or two weeks, the laughter stopped. A King has a lot of work, James, you know that. He has to hundreds of letters, talk to people, and think about a lot of important things.I did those things,every day.But now,I thought,I had a man to help me.过了两三个星期,笑声不复存在。一个国王有许多工作要做,詹姆斯,你是知道的。他不得不阅读成千上万封书信;和民众交谈;仔细考虑许多重要的事务。我每天做这些事情,不过现在,我想我有个男人来帮我了。;My lord Henry,;I said.;Would you like to all the letters with me? You can sit next to me, and you can work with me every day.;“亨利,我的丈夫,”我说。“你想和我一起阅读这些书信吗?你可以陪在我身边,每天和我一起工作。”Your father looked unhappy.;I#39;m not interested in work like that,;he said.;I don#39;t understand it.;你父亲看起来不太高兴。“我对那样的工作不感兴趣,”他说。“我不懂那些。”;Of course not,;I said.;You#39;re a young man, my love.But I can teach you.;“当然不懂啦,”我说。“你还年轻,我亲爱的。不过我可以教你。”For one or two days he sat down with me, and I tried to teach him. But it was true, he was not interested in the work,and he did not try to understand it.他和我一起坐了一两天,我试着去教他。但没错,他确实对这项工作不感兴趣,也不打算去领会。;You do it, Mary,;he said.;I#39;m going out with my friends. We#39;re going to ride, and drink, and swim.;“你做吧,玛丽,”他说。“我要和朋友们出去,我们要去骑马、喝酒、游泳。”So I did all the work. At night, too, he often went out with his friends in the town. They drank a lot, and laughed and sang, and there were often fights. But no one said anything,because he was the King, my husband. What could people say? They were unhappy, but they were afraid of him. Some of them went to England, to the Earl of Moray.因此我又承担起所有的工作。晚上,他也经常和镇上的朋友一起出去。他们喝很多酒,又笑又唱,还经常打架。但没有人说什么,因为他是亲王,我的丈夫。人们能说什么呢?他们很不高兴,但他们怕他。他们有些人去了英格兰,到马里伯爵那里去了。At this time I was often very tired, because I was pregnant.You, my son James, were alive inside me. But I did all the work of a Queen and I needed friends too.One of these friends was a young Italian, David Riccio.那段时间我经常感到疲惫不堪。因为我怀了。你,我的儿子詹姆斯,在我的体内生存着。可我仍在做一个女王应做的一切工作,因此我也需要朋友。朋友中有一位是个年轻的意大利人,叫达维·里奇奥。Riccio was a little man and he was not tall or beautiful or strong. But he was a very clever, interesting man. He wrote many of my letters for me, and helped me. He sang well, too,and I sometimes sang with him in the evenings. I liked him very much,and at first,your father liked him too.里奇奥是个小男人,他不高,不好看也不强壮。但他是个非常聪明、有趣的男人。他替我写了许多信,给我帮助。他歌也唱得好,在晚上,有时我们一起唱歌。我很喜欢他,起初,你的父亲也喜欢他。But then, Moray#39;s friends began to talk about me and Ric-cio.;David Riccio is in the Queen#39;s rooms every night,;they said to your father.;She laughs and sings and dances with him, my lord—it is not right! He is not a Scotsman, and he is not her husband. He is always with her.;不过没多久,马里的朋友们开始谈论我和里奇奥。“达维·里奇奥整夜呆在女王的房间里。”他们对你的父亲说。“她和他唱歌、跳舞,笑声不断,我的亲王——这是不对的!他不是苏格兰人,也不是她的丈夫。可他总是和她在一起。”Perhaps they said other things,too—I don#39;t know.A lot of Scots lords listened to them. But I tell you, James, before God, I did nothing wrong. David Riccio was a good man. He worked hard, and he helped me—so of course I liked him.Your father did not work—he went out to the town every night with his friends,and drank.也许他们还说了些别的事情。——我不知道。很多苏格兰贵族都听到了。不过我告诉你,詹姆斯,在上帝的面前,我没做任何错事。达维·里奇奥是个好人,他工作努力,还帮助我——我当然喜欢他。你的父亲不工作——他每天晚上和他的朋友到镇上去喝酒。And then one night, your father came home.此后的一天晚上,你的父亲回家来了。 Article/201203/176544

  “他虽然骄傲,”卢卡斯说,“可不象一般人的骄傲那样使我生气,因为他的骄傲还勉强说得过去。这么优秀的一个青年,门第好,又有钱,样样都比人家强,也难怪他要自以为了不起,照我的说法,他有权利骄傲。” "I do not believe a word of it, my dear. If he had been so very agreeable, he would have talked to Mrs. Long. But I can guess how it was; everybody says that he is eat up with pride, and I dare say he had heard somehow that Mrs. Long does not keep a carriage, and had come to the ball in a hack chaise. " "I do not mind his not talking to Mrs. Long, " said Miss Lucas, "but I wish he had danced with Eliza. " "Another time, Lizzy, " said her mother, "I would not dance with HIM, if I were you. " "I believe, ma'am, I may safely promise you NEVER to dance with him. " "His pride, " said Miss Lucas, "does not offend ME so much as pride often does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a young man, with family, fortune, everything in his favour, should think highly of himself. If I may so express it, he has a RIGHT to be proud. " "That is very true, " replied Elizabeth, "and I could easily forgive HIS pride, if he had not mortified MINE. " Article/201012/120445

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