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出版社:外語教研
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ISBN:9787513517676
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作者:(美)馬克·吐溫
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頁數:201
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出版日期:2012-04-01
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印刷日期:2012-04-01
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包裝:平裝
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開本:32開
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版次:1
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印次:1
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《湯姆·索亞歷險記(插圖本)/外國文學經典》作者馬克·吐溫。 本書是馬克·吐溫的一部重要作品,描寫密西西比河畔一個小鎮上的淘氣孩子湯姆和伙伴們的有趣歷險經歷。孩子們因為厭惡枯燥的學校課程和庸俗的生活環境,而去“當海盜”、“追逃犯”,“尋寶藏”……小說反映了十九世紀末美國小市民的生活。作者精心運用兒童心理,借他們的觀察及感受譴責宗教及道德的虛偽。
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《湯姆·索亞歷險記(插圖本)/外國文學經典》作者馬克·吐溫。
書中描寫了以湯姆·索亞為首的一群孩子天真浪漫的生活,他們為了
擺脫枯燥無味的功課、虛偽的教義和獃板的生活環境,作出了種種冒險經
歷。湯姆是個聰明愛動的孩子在他身上集中體現了智慧、計謀、正義、勇
敢乃至領導等諸多纔能?他是一個多重角色的集合足智多謀富於同情心對現
實環境持反感態度.一心要;中出桎梏,去當綠林好漢過行俠仗義的生活?
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The switch hovered in the air—the peril was desperate-
"My!Look behind you,aunt!"
The old lady whirled round,and snatched her skirts out of
danger.The lad fled on the instant,scrambled up the high board
fence,and disappeared overit.
His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment.and men broke into a
gentle laugh.
"Hang the boy,can't I never learn anything?Ain't he played
me~icks enough like that for me to be looking out for him by this
time?But old fools is the biggest fools there is.Can't learn an
old dog new tricks,as the saying is.But my goodness,he never
plays them alike,two days,and how is a body to know what's
coming?He'pears to know just how long he can torment me before I
get my dander up,and he knows if he can make out to put me
offfor a minute or make me laugh,it's all down again and I can't
hit him a lick.I ain't doing my duty by that boy,and that's the
Lord's truth,goodness knows.Spare the rod and spile the child,
as the Good Book says.I'm a.1aying up sin and suffering for us
both,I know.He's full ofthe Old Scratch,but laws.a—me!he's
my own dead sister's boy,poor thing, and I ain't got the heart
to lash him,somehow.Every time I 1et him off, my conscience
does hurt me so.and every time I hit him my old heart most
breaks.Well.a.well.man that is born of woman is of few days
and full of trouble,as the Scripture says,and I reckon it's so
.He'11 play hooky this evening,and I'11 just be obleeged to
make him work,to-morrow,to punish him.It's mighty hard to make
him work Saturdays,when a11 the boys is having holiday,but he
hates work more than he hates anything else,and I've got to do
some ofmy duty by him,or I'll be the ruination ofthe child"
Tom did play hooky,and he had a very good time.He got back
home barely in season to help Jim,the small colored boy,saw
next day's wood and split the kindlings before supper-at least he
was there in time to tell his adventures to Jim while Jim did
three.fourths of the work.Tom's younger brother(or rather half
-brother)Sid was already through with his part of the work
(picking up chips),for he was a quiet boy,and had no
adventurous,troublesome ways.
While Tom was eating his supper,and stealing sugar as
opportunity offered,Aunt Polly asked him questions that were
full of guile,and verydeep——for she wanted to trap him into
damaging revealments.Likemany other simple—hearted souls,it
was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for
dark and mysterious diplomacy,and she loved tocontemplate her
most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning.Saidshe:
"Tom,it was middling warlll in school,warn't it?"
"Yes'm." 。 "Powerful warm,warn't it?"
"Yes'm."
"Didn't you want to go in a-swimming.Tom?"
A bit of a scare shot through Tom——a touch of
uncomfortablesuspicion.He searched Aunt Polly'S face,but it
told him nothing.So hesaid:
‘'No'm—well.not very much."
The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom'S shirt,and
said:
"But you ain't too warlnow,though."And it flattered her to
reflectthat she had discovered that the shirt was dry without
anybody knowingthat that was what she had in her mind.But in
spite of her.Tom knewwhere the wind lay,now.So he forestalled
what might be the next move:
"Some ofus pumped on our heads—mine'S damp yet.See?"
Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit
ofcircumstantial evidence,and missed a trick.Then she had a
newinspiration:
"Tom,you didn't have to undo your shirt collar where I sewed
it.topump on your head,did you?Unbutton your jacket!" The
trouble vanished out of Tom'S face.He opened his jacket.
Hisshirt collar was securely sewed.
"Bother!Well,go'long with you.I'd made sure you'd played
hookyand been a-swimming.But I forgive ye.Tom.I reckon you're
a kind of asinged cat,as the saying is—better'n you look.This
time."
She was half sorry her sagacity had miscarried,and half glad
that Tomhad stumbled into obedient conduct for once.P1-P2
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