雪白的

There were rosy bleeding-hearts and great splendid crimson peonies; white, fragrant narcissi and thorny, sweet Scotch roses; pink and blue and white columbines and lilac-tinted Bouncing Bets; clumps of southernwood and ribbon grass and mint; purple Adam-and-Eve, daffodils, and masses of sweet clover white with its delicate, fragrant, feathery sprays; scarlet lightning that shot its fiery lances over prim white musk-flowers

有粉红的荷包牡丹，高贵艳丽深红的牡丹，雪白芬芳的水仙，多刺芳香的苏格兰蔷薇，粉红、蓝、白的耧斗菜，淡紫的肥皂草，密集成丛的青蒿、虉草、及薄荷，紫色的北美兰、喇叭水仙，还有大片的草木樨，其枝条上开满细小、芳香、轻软的白花，以及剪秋罗吐出火红的花，其下是纯白的麝香草。

From the time when our caveman ancestors gnawed their wild-pig bones in front of their smoking fire to our own days when we sit around a table spread with snowy linen and shining silver, we have the history of the change in eating habits from the simple satisfaction of hunger to the meal as a delightful, if rather complex, social institution.

从我们的穴居祖先在火堆前啃着他们的野猪骨头到我们今天围坐在铺着雪白亚麻布和摆放着光亮的银餐具桌子前，我们有从饥饿简单满足到令人愉悦的膳食的饮食习惯的变迁历史，甚至更复杂的社会习俗。

She would fain have cried to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him to come, to feel his lips laid on her white brow, the cry of a young girl's love, a little strangled cry, wrung from her, that cry that has rung through the ages.

她恨不得抽抽嗒嗒地对他喊叫，朝他伸出那双雪白、细溜的双臂，让他过来，并将他的嘴唇触到她那白皙的前额上。这是一个年轻姑娘的爱之呼声，从她的胸脯里绞出来的、被抑制住的小声叫唤，古往今来这叫喊一直响彻着。

The Cafe of the simple inn where they stayed was the meeting place of the notabilities of the little city; the Sindaco, the avvocato, the doctor, and a few others; and among them they noticed a beautiful, slim, talkative old man, with bright black eyes and snow-white hair — tall and straight and still with the figure of a youth, although the waiter told them with pride that the Conte was molto vecchio — would in fact be eightey in the following year.

他们住进了一家简陋的旅馆。旅馆的餐厅是小城名流云聚之地。有市长，律师，医生，还有其他的一些人。在这些人之中，有一位英俊健谈的高个老人引起了他们的注意。他有一双乌黑的眼睛，头发雪白，高大挺直的身板，像年轻人一样。然而，餐厅的服务生却有些自豪地告诉他们，这位伯爵年事已高，来年就有八十高龄了。

He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were ziggy's band David Bowie Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from japan, he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang They came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

他用的左手，但伸的很长成为一个特殊的人，我们是杰基乐队杰基深情地唱着，闭上眼睛垂下头发像一只来自日本的猫，用微笑抚慰人们他能让他们暂时停歇他们承受重压，长期等待，肤色雪白苍蝇在破坏我们的舞会却不见蜘蛛的影子只有昏黄的灯光引导着我们我们要辱骂他的歌迷，毁坏他美丽的双手吗？

He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were ziggy's band David Bowie Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from japan, he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang They came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

他用的左手，但伸的很长成为一个特殊的人，我们是杰基乐队杰基深情地唱着，闭上眼睛垂下头发像一只来自日本的猫，用微笑抚慰人们他可以让他们暂时停歇他们承受重压，长期等待，肤色雪白苍蝇在破坏我们的舞会却不见蜘蛛的影子只有昏黄的灯光引导着我们我们要辱骂他的歌迷，毁坏他美丽的双手吗？

In the centre, above the white and glittering table, was a Venetian lustre with flat plates, with all sorts of colored birds, blue, violet, red, and green, perched amid the candles; around the chandelier, girandoles, on the walls, sconces with triple and quintuple branches; mirrors, silverware, glassware, plate, porcelain, faience, pottery, gold and silversmith's work, all was sparkling and gay.

正中，在雪白耀眼的饭桌的上方，吊着一盏威尼斯产的金属片制的烛台，上面有着各色的鸟：蓝的，紫的，红的，绿的，都栖息在蜡烛中间；在吊着的烛台四周有多枝的烛台，墙上挂有三重和五重的枝形壁灯反射镜；玻璃、水晶、玻璃器皿，餐具、瓷器、陶器、瓦器、金银器皿，一切都光彩夺目，玲珑可爱。

While the young man stood with his hand upon the library door, still half doubtful whether he should follow his uncle or re-enter the room in which he had left that more wretched creature, whom it had been his business to unmask, Alicia Audley opened the dining-room door, and revealed to him the old-fashioned oak-paneled apartment, the long table covered with snowy damask, and bright with a cheerful glitter of glass and silver.

年轻人一只手按在书斋的门上，仍旧迟疑不决：他是否应该跟随伯父而去，还是重新走进书斋，（他把那更加狼狈的女人丢在书斋里，揭露她曾经是他责无旁贷的事情。）这时艾丽西亚·奥德利推开了餐室的门，他这就看到了老式的栎木嵌板的房间，铺着雪白缎子的长桌子，玻璃器皿和银餐具烟烟生光。

I see,when alone at times, coffins under sail setting out with the pale dead, women in their dead braids, bakers as white as angels, thoughtful girls married to notaries, coffins ascending the vertical river of the dead, the wine-dark river to its source, with their sails swollen with the sound of death, filled with the silent noise of death.

有时候我独自看见夜间守护的黑棺材，同惨白的亡人，同故去的梳辫子的姑娘一道启航；同雪白如天使般的面包师同与公证人结婚的娴静女子灵柩上溯死者垂直的河那是一条深紫色的天河逆流而上，撑起死神吹胀的帆那被死神寂静音响吹胀的帆。

The split between the two groups can hardly be papered over.

这两个团体间的分歧难以掩饰。

This approach not only encourages a greater number of responses, but minimizes the likelihood of stale groupthink.

这种做法不仅鼓励了更多的反应，而且减少跟风的可能性。