冷冰冰地

I once had a friend called Grunwalski. We were sent to Siberia together. When you go to a Siberian work camp, you travel in a cattle car. You roll across icy steppes for days, without seeing a soul. You huddle to keep warm. But it's hard to relieve yourself, to take a shit, you can't do it on the train, and the only time the train stops is to take on water for the locomotive. But Grunwalski was shy, even when we bathed together, he got upset. I used to kid him about it. So, the train stops and everyone jumps out to shit on the tracks. I teased Grunwalski so much, that he went off on his own. The train starts moving, so everyone jumps on, but it waits for nobody. Grunwalski had a problem: he'd gone behind a bush, and was still shitting. So I see him come out from behind the bush, holding up his pants with his hands. He tries to catch up. I hold out my hand, but each time he reaches for it he lets go of his pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls them up, starts running again, but they fall back down, when he reaches for me.

我曾经有个叫Grunwalski的朋友我们一起被派去西伯利亚，当你去西伯利亚的一个工作营地，你必须乘坐一辆牲口车，你整天穿行在冷冰冰的西伯利亚大草原上，连个鬼都看不见你为了取暖缩成一团这几乎不能让你感到好受些，你不能在火车上方便，唯一的机会是在火车停下来为机车加水的时候才可以可是Grunwalski很害羞，甚至是我们在一起洗澡的时候，他都有些尴尬我过去经常嘲笑他于是，当火车停下来每个人都跳出去在铁轨上方便的时候我狠狠地挖苦Grunwalski，他走开了一个人在那儿火车开动了，每个人都跳上了火车，它不会等人的Grunwalski遇到了麻烦：他已经去了丛林后面，而且还在方便所以我看见他从丛林里出来，用他的双手提着裤子他想赶上火车我伸出手，可是每一次他够到我的手时他的裤子就要掉下来一直掉到他的膝盖上他提起了裤子，重新追上来，但是当他抓住我的时候，裤子又掉了下来

Mrs. Reed's hands still lay on her work inactive: her eye of ice continued to dwell freezingly on mine.

里德太太的手仍一动不动地放在她的活儿上，冷冰冰的目光，继续阴丝丝地凝视着我。

When I become quite motionless, cold, and rigid as a corpse, then, and not before,--be careful about this,--force open my teeth with the knife, pour from eight to ten drops of the liquor containted in the phial down my throat, and I may perhaps revive.

当我变得一动不动，冷冰冰，硬的，象一具死尸那样的时候，你要记住，要及时地，但千万不要过早地，用凿子撬开我的牙齿，把瓶子里的药水滴八滴至十滴到我的喉咙里，也许我还会恢复过来。

"When people make favourites, they are apt to be deceived by them," Miss Tonks answered, with icy sententiousness, and with no very perceptible relevance to the point in discussion.

"人们培植亲信时，往往受亲信的骗，"通克斯小姐用冷冰冰的格言式的话回答道，没有显而易见地触及讨论的焦点。

Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the 'Sofronie'.

眼前这位"索夫罗妮"夫人，大块头，过分地白，脸色冷冰冰的。

With closed eyes he dared to dream a moment in full abandonment, and when he looked again the river seemed steely and chill, the green fields grey and lightless.

他闭上双眼，有一刻儿大胆地纵情沉溺在幻梦里，等他再睁眼时，那条河似乎成了铅灰色，冷冰冰的，绿色的田野变得暗淡无光了。

Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she flung the invitation petulantly across the table, murmuring:"What do you want me to do with this?"

她丈夫希望她一定快活得很，谁知她竟带着伤心而且生气的样子把请帖扔到桌上，冷冰冰地说：&你叫我拿着这东西怎么办？&

Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

斯蒂芬·迪达勒斯气恼而昏昏欲睡，双臂倚在楼梯栏杆上，冷冰冰地瞅着一边摇头一边发出咯咯声向他祝福的那张马脸，以及那顶上并未剃光、色泽和纹理都像是浅色橡木的淡黄头发。

And makes a look, clear in my eyes, I saw the cold steel and steel-framed, bright edge to carry the thin edge of the chilling air-conditioning.

细细地端详，在我清澈的眼睛里，我看到了冷冰冰的的钢筋铁骨，发亮地承载着瘦棱棱的令人心寒的冷气。

We have no common name for a mime of Sophron or Xenarchus and a Socratic Conversation; and we should still be without one even if the imitation in the two instances were in trimeters or elegiacs or some other kind of verse--though it is the way with people to tack on 'poet' to the name of a metre, and talk of elegiac-poets and epic-poets, thinking that they call them poets not by reason of the imitative nature of their work, but indiscriminately by reason of the metre they write in.

索夫农 、森那库斯和苏格拉底式的对话采用的模仿没有一个公共的名称；三音步诗、挽歌体或其他类型的诗的模仿也没有——人们把&诗人&这一名词和格律名称结合到一起，称之为挽歌体诗人或者史诗诗人，他们被称为诗人，似乎只是因为遵守格律写作，而非他们作品的模仿本质。

The relationship between communicative competence and grammar teaching should be that of the ends and the means.

交际能力和语法的关系应该是目标与途径的关系。