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The issue of connectivity between the PS3 and the display is very complex and depends on the type of TV, the maker of TV (until recently, only Toshiba TVs have component AV connections as standard in Europe, most other Euro TV sets use SCART which can not carry an HD signal) and specification of TV (the very latest HD Ready TV sets have wider connectivity options than earlier HD "capable" TVs from the same manufacturer which may have lacked HDMI), and finally the configuration of the PS3 model purchased.

在 PS3 和展览之间的连接性的议题非常复杂并且仰赖电视(类比，数传或高密度现金)的类型，电视(非常最近的高密度现金电视组有较宽的连接性选项胜于来自相同的制造业者的较早高密度"有能力的"电视可能已经缺乏 HDMI)的电视(直到最近，不过日本东芝公司电视在欧洲有如标准的成份 AV 连接，大多数的其他欧元电视组使用不能传达高密度信号的 SCART)和规格的制造者，和最后被购买的 PS3 模型的结构。

Its huge mouth can swallow most other sea creatures -- or even a Gungan sub -- in a single gulp. Its heavily muscled body is almost feline in appearance, with sinewy limbs terminating in massively finned claws that propel the creature through the depths.

它巨大的嘴巴几乎可以一口吞下海中所有的生物--或是一艘刚耿潜艇，而满是肌肉的厚实身躯看起来有如猫科动物一般，肌肉发达的四肢末端是有蹼的脚爪，可为它的行动提供动力。

I stretch out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land. Selah

向着你，我常伸开我的双手，渴慕你，我的灵魂有如干土。

Whenever a new shipload of oriental porcelain reached a European port, the elector was overjoyed, but his ministers trembled.

欧洲每有东方瓷器新货入港，国王欣喜若狂，大臣们却股栗欲颤，有如大难临头。

And'.'' whatsoever lieth upon the heart to oppress it, in a kind of civil shrift or confession.

以及'。''任何压在你心上的事情，有如一种教堂以外的忏悔一样。

My eye has grown blind with anguish, and all my frame is shrunken to a shadow.

我的眼睛因愁闷而昏花，我的肢体消失有如荫影。

The Shulamite comments on her beloved's youthful vigor and swiftness, like a gazelle.

书拉密女说她所爱的人年青力壮有活力，又快速敏捷有如羚羊。

Ugly plants were on either side. They had arms like snakes. They grabbed anything they could touch.

丑陋的植物长满了两旁，它们有如蛇般的臂膀，会抓住任何可以碰触到的东西。

The development of Chinese theatre is the silhouette of the development of Chinese soci...

中国观济建筑的发展演变有如中国社会历史发展的一幅侧影。

You're unembarrassed by your shoe size emblazoned on the back of each heel, undistracted by all the bright silk shirts, the skirl of rolling balls on shellacked and waxed lumber, the soft jets of air to dry your fingers so they slide like sex in the customized holes, the little numbers glowing everywhere. You sip the air like pilsner, size up the quantum physics of the lane, aim straight into the vacuum at the edge of your life, distant dead end of the imaginary alley where all of us stand cringing in a wedge.

你不为 刻在每只鞋底的尺码感到尴尬；你不为那些发亮的丝的衬衣分神保龄球在手摩擦蜡和虫胶地板滚动声音尖锐喷气使你的指头干爽好让它们有如性爱般滑进那定做的球孔细小的数目字四处闪呀闪你呼吸空气像啜饮比尔森啤酒你计算保龄球巷的量子力你瞄准前面的真空是你生命的边缘远处你幻想的小巷是死胡同我们所有人一一站着排成楔形

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。