Robert Falconerby George MacDonaldTOTHE MEMORYOF THE MAN WHOSTANDS HIGHEST IN THE ORATORYOF MY MEMORY,ALEXANDER JOHN SCOTT,I, DARING, PRESUME TO DEDICATE THIS BOOK.PART I.HIS BOYHOOD.CHAPTER I.A RECOLLECTION.Robert Falconer, school-boy, aged fourteen, thought he had neverseen his father; that is, thought he had no recollection of havingever seen him. But the moment when my story begins, he had begun todoubt whether his belief in the matter was correct. And, as he wenton thinking, he became more and more assured that he had seen hisfather somewhere about six years before, as near as a thoughtful boy...
中间段落 叙述信函的主题。必要时可以分成数段展开议论。●叙述事情我们被告知……We are told that...我们从青木先生那儿了解到……We understand from Mr. Aoki that...我们察觉到……We observed that...We found out that...We discovered that...我们希望提醒贵方注意……We would like to call your attention to... *用于必须说出很严重的事情时。我们想利用这次的机会就……事提醒您。May we take this occasion to remind you that... *有礼貌但语气严厉。用于欠款到期不还等情况时。May we take this opportunity to remind you that...●转达希望我们希望您能……We hope that you will...我们希望收到……We hope to receive...我对……很感兴趣。We are interested in... *适用于索取资料时。...
THE GOLDEN BRANCHONCE upon a time there was a King who was so morose anddisagreeable that he was feared by all his subjects, and withgood reason, as for the most trifling offences he would have theirheads cut off. This King Grumpy, as he was called, had oneson, who was as different from his father as he could possibly be.No prince equalled him in cleverness and kindness of heart, butunfortunately he was most terribly ugly. He had crooked legs andsquinting eyes, a large mouth all on one side, and a hunchback.Never was there a beautiful soul in such a frightful little body, butin spite of his appearance everybody loved him. The Queen, his...
This story takes place in an America whose history is often similar to, but often quite different from our own. You should not assume that the portrayal in this book of a person who shares a name with a figure from American history is an accurate portrayal of that historical figure. In particular, you should be aware that William Henry Harrison, famed in our own history for having the briefest presidency and for his unforgettable election slogan "Tippecanoe and Tyler too," was a somewhat nicer person than his counterpart in this book. My thanks to Carol Breakstone for American Indian lore; to Beth Meacham for Octagon Mound and Flint Ridge; to Wayne Williams for heroic patience; and to
I stood in line, as patient as the other taxpayers, my filled out forms and my cash gripped body in my hand. Cash, money, the old fashioned green folding stuff. A local custom that I intended to make expensive to the local customers. I was scratching under the artificial beard, which itched abominably, when the man before me stepped out of the way and I was at the window. My finger stuck in the glue and I had a job freeing it without pulling the beard off as well."e, e, pass it over," the aging, hatchet-faced, bitter and shrewish female official said, hand extended impatiently."On the contrary," I said, letting the papers and banknotes fall away to disclose the immense .75 recoilless pistol
THE GIANTS AND THE HERD-BOY[12][12] From the Bukowniaer. Von Wliolocki.There was once upon a time a poor boy who had neither father normother. In order to gain a living he looked after the sheep of agreat Lord. Day and night he spent out in the open fields, andonly when it was very wet and stormy did he take refuge in alittle hut on the edge of a big forest. Now one night, when hewas sitting on the grass beside his flocks, he heard not very farfrom him the sound as of some one crying. He rose up andfollowed the direction of the noise. To his dismay andastonishment he found a Giant lying at the entrance of the wood;he was about to run off as fast as his legs could carry him, when...
The Adventures of Pinocchioby C. Collodi[Pseudonym of Carlo Lorenzini]CHAPTER 1How it happened that Mastro Cherry, carpenter,found a piece of wood that wept and laughed like a childCenturies ago there lived"A king!" my little readers will say immediately.No, children, you are mistaken. Once upon a timethere was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive pieceof wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood,one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire inwinter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.I do not know how this really happened, yet the factremains that one fine day this piece of wood found itself...
360 BCSTATESMANby Platotranslated by Benjamin JowettSTATESMANPERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: THEODORUS; SOCRATES; THE ELEATICSTRANGER; THE YOUNGER SOCRATESSocrates. I owe you many thanks, indeed, Theodorus, for theacquaintance both of Theaetetus and of the Stranger.Theodorus. And in a little while, Socrates, you will owe me threetimes as many, when they have completed for you thedelineation of theStatesman and of the Philosopher, as well as of the Sophist.Soc. Sophist, statesman, philosopher! O my dear Theodorus, do my...
Chapter VI of Volume III (Chap. 48)THE whole party were in hopes of a letter from Mr. Bennet the next morning, but the post came in without bringing a single line from him. His family knew him to be, on all common occasions, a most negligent and dilatory correspondent, but at such a time they had hoped for exertion. They were forced to conclude that he had no pleasing intelligence to send, but even of that they would have been glad to be certain. Mr. Gardiner had waited only for the letters before he set off.When he was gone, they were certain at least of receiving constant information of what was going on, and their uncle promised, at parting, to prevail on Mr. Bennet to return to Longbour
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The Treloar Building was, and is, on Olive Street, near Sixth, on the west side. The sidewalk in front of it had been built of black and white rubber blocks. They were taking them up now to give to the government, and a hatless pale man with a face like a building superintendent was watching the work and looking as if it was breaking his heart. I went past him through an arcade of specialty shops into a vast black and gold lobby. The Gillerlain pany was on the seventh floor, in front, behind swinging double plate glass doors bound in platinum. Their reception room had Chinese rugs, dull silver walls, angular but elaborate furniture, sharp shiny bits of abstract sculpture on pedestals a
Kona Weather MISS MINERVA WINTERSLIP was a Bostonian in good standing, and long past the romantic age. Yet beauty thrilled her still, even the semi-barbaric beauty of a Pacific island. As she walked slowly along the beach she felt the little catch in her throat that sometimes she had known in Symphony Hall, Boston, when her favorite orchestra rose to some new and unexpected height of loveliness. It was the hour at which she liked Waikiki best, the hour just preceding dinner and the quick tropic darkness. The shadows cast by the tall cocoanut palms lengthened and deepened, the light of the falling sun flamed on Diamond Head and tinted with gold the rollers sweeping in from the coral reef.