光着头的

His hat a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost celerity) who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time all the same being a gentleman born with a stake in the country he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing than anything else, what's bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his mother's knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect aplomb , saying: Thank you, sir , though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the grave.

他的帽子冷不防被碰掉了，看到这副情景并在混乱中拾起帽子以便还给他的正是布卢姆。这是确凿的历史事实。巴涅尔气喘吁吁，光着头，当时他的心已飞到距帽子不知多少英里以外。敢情，这位先生生来就是注定要为祖国豁出命去干的。说实在的，首先就是为了荣誉而献身干事业的。他幼小时在妈妈腿上被灌输的周全礼节已渗透到他骨子里，这当儿突然显示出来。他转过身去，朝递给他帽子的那位十分镇定地说了声："谢谢你，先生。"当天早晨布卢姆也曾经提醒过律师界一位名流，他头上的帽子瘪了。巴涅尔的声调可跟那人大不一样。历史本身重复着，但反应并不尽同。那是在他们参加一位共同朋友的葬礼，完成了把他的遗体埋入墓穴这桩可怕的任务，并让他孤零零地留在荣光中之后。

A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments, and grey, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

中文一群身穿黯色长袍、头戴灰色尖顶高帽、蓄着胡须的男人，混杂着一些蒙着兜头帽或光着脑袋的女人，聚在一所木头大扇子前面。房门是用厚实的橡木做的，上面密密麻麻地钉满大铁钉。

Their clothing was that of peasants, nondescript and completely unmilitary, blue, white, gray and black jackets and pants of the same variety of colors, with towels about their heads or bareheaded.

他们的衣着是农民的，很不整齐，没有军人的样子。上衣是蓝色、白色和黑色，裤子也是那几种颜色，有的头上扎着毛巾，有的光着头。

But the splendid picture of his grandfather, in a perpetual state of rage, bare of head with a black cape which "fluttered behind him like a pair of wings", as he quixotically attacks the prejudice all around him, is worth a mild sigh or two.

不过，他爷爷那苦大仇深，光着头带着的斗篷，斗篷在后面像翅膀一样飞翔着辉煌的画像，那个曾像唐吉珂德般抨击身边一切偏见的人物，确实值得我们为之轻声一叹。

His hat a silk one was inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost celerity) who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time all the same being a gentleman born with a stake in the country he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing than anything else, what's bred in the bone instilled into him in infancy at his mother's knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect aplomb , saying: Thank you, sir , though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the grave.

他的帽子冷不防被碰掉了，看到这副情景并在混乱中拾起帽子以便还给他的正是布卢姆。这是确凿的历史事实。巴涅尔气喘吁吁，光着头，当时他的心已飞到距帽子不知多少英里以外。敢情，这位先生生来就是注定要为祖国豁出命去干的。说实在的，首先就是为了荣誉而献身干事业的。他幼小时在妈妈腿上被灌输的周全礼节已渗透到他骨子里，这当儿突然显示出来。他转过身去，朝递给他帽子的那位十分镇定地说了声：&谢谢你，先生。&当天早晨布卢姆也曾经提醒过律师界一位名流，他头上的帽子瘪了。巴涅尔的声调可跟那人大不一样。历史本身重复着，但反应并不尽同。那是在他们参加一位共同朋友的葬礼，完成了把他的遗体埋入墓穴这桩可怕的任务，并让他孤零零地留在荣光中之后。

A little girl who bared head and feet walking on the street at this cold and darkness night.

在这又冷又黑的晚上，一个光着头赤着脚的小女孩在街上走着。

Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job,here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities; fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness, bareheaded, shoveling, wrecking, planning, building, building, breaking, rebuilding, under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth, under the terrible burden if destiny laughing as a young man laughs, laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle, bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pules,and under his ribs the heart of the people, laughing!

在堆积入山的劳役中，堵着枪横的诅咒，这抗对着弱小的城市，坐着一个高大有力的拳击者；猛如准备战斗而卷垂着舌头的狗，祥和荒原搏斗的野人一样机灵，光着头，使着铲，毁坏着，设计着，构造着，构造着构造着再构造着，在煤烟下，灰尘蒙着嘴唇，笑露牙齿白生生，在骇人听闻的定运的负荷之下笑得如此，硬如一个人年纪青春，笑的硬如一个满不在乎的战士，他从来不曾败过阵腕中有脉，肋下有人民的心脏，他以此大笑而骄矜笑着在！

In front of it a regiment of infantry marched smartly along the dusty road, with their shakoes off and their muskets lowered.

在尘土飞扬的大路上，步兵在前面整整齐齐地走着，他们光着头，枪口朝下背着。

"A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments, and grey, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hood s, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice,"

一群身穿黯色长袍、头戴灰色尖顶高帽、蓄着胡须的男人，混杂着一些蒙着兜头帽或光着脑袋的女人，聚在一所木头大扇子前面。

A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments, and grey, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

一群身穿黯色长袍、头戴灰色尖顶高帽、蓄着胡须的男人，混杂着一些蒙着兜头帽或光着脑袋的女人，聚在一所木头大扇子前面。房门是用厚实的橡木做的，上面密密麻麻地钉满大铁钉。

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失