Was Einstein a Space Alien?
1 Albert Einstein was exhausted. For the third night in a row, his baby son Hans, crying, kept the household awake until dawn. When Albert finally dozed off ... it was time to get up and go to wor k. He couldn't skip a day. He needed the job to support his young family.
2 Walking briskly to the Patent Office, where he was a "Technical Expert, Third Class," Albert w orried about his mother. She was getting older and frail, and she didn't approve of his marriage to Mileva. Relations were strained. Albert glanced at a passing shop window. His hair was a mess; he had forgotten to comb it again.
3 Work. Family. Making ends meet. Albert felt all the pressure and responsibility of any young h usband and father.
To relax, he revolutionized physics. 他想放松下，却使物理学发生了突破性进展
4 In 1905, at the age of 26 and four years before he was able to get a job as a professor of physic s, Einstein published five of the most important papers in the history of science--all written in his " spare time." He proved that atoms and molecules existed. Before 1905, scientists weren't sure abo ut that. He argued that light came in little bits (later called "photons") and thus laid the foundation for quantum mechanics. He described his theory of special relativity: space and time were threads in a common fabric, he proposed, which could be bent, stretched and twisted.
4. 1905 年，在他被聘为物理学教授的前四年，26岁的爱因斯坦发表了科学史上最重要论文中的五篇——这些论文都是他在“业余时间”完成的。他证明了原子和分子的存在。1905 年之前，科学家们对此没有把握。爱因斯坦论证说光以微粒形态出现 (后来被称为“光子”)，这为量子力学奠定了基础。他把狭义相对论描写为：时空如同普通织物中的线，他提出，这些线可以弯曲、拉长和交织在一起。
5 Oh, and by the way, E=mc2. 5. 对了，顺便提一下，E = mc2 。
6 Before Einstein, the last scientist who had such a creative outburst was Sir Isaac Newton. It ha ppened in 1666 when Newton secluded himself at his mother's farm to avoid an outbreak of plagu e at Cambridge. With nothing better to do, he developed his Theory of Universal Gravitation.
7 For centuries historians called 1666 Newton's “ miracleyear ”N.ow those words have a differe nt meaning: Einstein and 1905. The United Nations has declared 2005 "The World Year of Physics " to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Einstein's “ miracleyear.”
7. 几个世纪以来,历史学家称为1666牛顿的“奇迹年” 。现在这些话有不同的意义：爱因斯坦和1905。联合国已经宣布2005 年“世界物理年“庆祝爱因斯坦“奇迹年”的100 周年。
8 Modern pop culture paints Einstein as a bushy-haired superthinker. His ideas, we're told, were improbably far ahead of other scientists. He must have come from some other planet--maybe the s ame one Newton grew up on.
9 "Einstein was no space alien," laughs Harvard University physicist and science historian Peter Galison. "He was a man of his time." All of his 1905 papers unraveled problems being worked on, with mixed success, by other scientists. "If Einstein hadn't been born, [those papers] would have b een written in some form, eventually, by others," Galison believes.
9. “爱因斯坦决不是外星人，”哈佛大学物理学家、科学史家彼得加里森笑着说。“他是他那个时代的人。”他所有发表于1905 年的论文解决了当时其他科学家正多多少少在解决的问题，“如果没有爱因斯坦，其他科学家最终也会以某种形式撰写出这些论文来的”加里森相信。
10 What's remarkable about 1905 is that a single person authored all five papers, plus the origina l, irreverent way Einstein came to his conclusions.
10. 1905 年不同寻常的是，爱因斯坦一个人撰写的五篇论文，而且他得出结论的方法既富原创性又显得不合常规。
11 For example: the photoelectric effect. This was a puzzle in the early 1900s. When light hits a metal, like zinc, electrons fly off. This can happen only if light comes in little packets concentrated enough to knock an electron loose. A spread-out wave wouldn't do the photoelectric trick.
11. 例如：光电效应。这在20 世纪初期的一道难题。当光照射到金属（如锌）上时，电子飞速飞离电子表面，这种现象只有当光的粒子集聚的程度足以把电子击撞松动的时候才会发生。漫延波不会产生光电效应。12 The solution seems simple--light is particulate. Indeed, this is the solution Einstein proposed i n 1905 and won the Nobel Prize for in 1921. Other physicists like Max Planck （working on a relat ed problem: blackbody radiation）, more senior and experienced than Einstein, were closing in on t he answer, but Einstein got there first. Why?
12. 答案似乎很简单——光是粒子。事实上，这是爱因斯坦1905 年提出的解答，并因此于1921 年获得诺贝尔奖。其他物理学家们，比如比爱因斯坦资历更深、经验更丰富的麦克斯普兰克（从事研究相关的问题：黑体辐射），其研究正接近
It's a question of authority. 这是对权威的看法问题
13 "In Einstein's day, if you tried to say that light was made of particles, you found yourself disa greeing with physicist James Clerk Maxwell. Nobody wanted to do that," says Galison. Maxwell's equations were enormously successful, unifying the physics of electricity, magnetism and optics. Maxwell had proved beyond any doubt that light was an electromagnetic wave. Maxwell was an A uthority Figure.
14 Einstein didn't give a fig for authority. He didn't resist being told what to do, not so much, but he hated being told what was true. Even as a child he was constantly doubting and questioning. " Your mere presence here undermines the class's respect for me," spat his 7th grade teacher, Dr. Jos eph Degenhart. （Degenhart also predicted that Einstein "would never get anywhere in life."） This c haracter flaw was to be a key ingredient in Einstein's discoveries.
14. 爱因斯坦豪不在乎权威。他不太反对别人要求他做什么，但是他不喜欢别人告诉他什么是正确的。即使在小时候他也不停地质疑和问问题。“ 你呆在这里损害了全班学生对我尊敬，” 他第七年级的老师约瑟夫狄根哈特博士愤怒地说。（狄根哈特还预言爱因斯坦“永远不会有出息”）这一性格缺陷成为日后爱因斯坦作出种种发现的主要因素。
15 "In 1905," notes Galison, "Einstein had just received his Ph.D. He wasn't beholden to a thesis advisor or any other authority figure." His mind was free to roam accordingly.
15. “在1905 年，”加里森着重指出，“爱因斯坦刚刚获得博士学位，他不感激于论文导师或任何其他权威人士。”因此，他的思想在自由漫游。
16 In retrospect, Maxwell was right. Light is a wave. But Einstein was right, too. Light is a parti cle. This bizarre duality baffles Physics 101 students today just as it baffled Einstein in 1905. How can light be both? Einstein had no idea.
16. 回想起来，麦克斯威尔是正确的。光是一种波。但爱因斯坦也是对的。光是粒子。这种异乎寻常的二象性使今天选修无力101 课程的同学们感到困惑，就像在1905 年使爱因斯坦感到困惑一样。光怎么可能既是波又是粒子呢？爱因斯坦无法理解。
17 That didn't slow him down. Disdaining caution, Einstein adopted the intuitive leap as a basic tool. "I believe in intuition and inspiration," he wrote in 1931. "At times I feel certain I am right w hile not knowing the reason."
17. 困惑并没有使爱因斯坦放慢探究的脚步。爱因斯坦不屑谨小慎微，他采用直觉跳跃思维作为基本工具。“我相信直觉和灵感，”他在1931 年写道。“有时尽管不知道原因，但是我肯定我是对的。
18 Although Einstein's five papers were published in a single year, he had been thinking about p hysics, deeply, since childhood. "Science was dinner-table conversation in the Einstein household," explains Galison. Albert's father Hermann and uncle Jako b ran a German company making such things as dynamos, arc lamps, light bulbs and telephones. T his was high-tech at the turn of the century, "like a Silicon Valley company would be today," notes Galison. "Albert's interest in science and technology came naturally."
19 Einstein's parents sometimes took Albert to parties. No babysitter was required: Albert sat on the couch, totally absorbed, quietly doing math problems while others danced around him. Pencil and paper were Albert's GameBoy!
20 He had impressive powers of concen trati on. Ei nstei n's sister, Maja, recalled "...eve n whe n the re was a lot of noise, he could lie down on the sofa, pick up a pen and paper, precariously balance an in kwell on the backrest and en gross himself in a problem so much that the backgro und no ise sti mulated rather than disturbed him." 20.他有极强的集中思想的能力。爱因斯坦的妹妹玛雅，回
21 Einstein was clearly intelligent, but not outlandishly more so than his peers. "I have no specia l tale nts," he claimed, "I am only passi on ately curious." And aga in: "The con trast betwee n the pop ular assessme nt of my powers ... and the reality is simply grotesque." Ein ste in credited his discove ries to imagination and pesky questioning more so than orthodox intelligence.
22 Later in life, it should be remembered, he struggled mightily to produce a unified field theory, combi ning gravity with other forces of n ature. He failed. Ei nstei n's brain power was n ot limitless. 22. 应该记住的是，爱因斯坦在晚年竭尽全力想象提出统一场论，把万有引力和自然界中其
23 Neither was Ein stei n's brain. It was removed without permissi on by Dr. Thomas Harvey in 19 55 whe n Ein ste in died. He probably expected to find someth ing extraordi nary:Ei nstei n's mother P auli ne had famously worried that baby Ein ste in's head was lopsided. (Ein ste in's gran dmother had a differe nt concern: " Much too fat!") But Ein stei n's brain looked much like any other, gray, crin kly, an d, if anything, a trifle smaller tha n average.
要什么设备。” 一个写字台或桌子，椅子，纸和铅笔，”他回答说。“哦，和一个大篓，所以我可以扔掉我所有的错误。”他和埃尔莎，他的妻子，租了一个房子和定居生活在普林斯顿。他喜欢美国的事实，尽管其不平等的财富和种族不公正，更多的是一个精英比欧洲。”让新来的致力于这个国家的民主特质的人，”他后来奇迹。”没有人谦卑自己，在另一个人。” 不是一个爱因斯坦爱因斯坦，然而，没有爱因斯坦的时候他还是一个孩子的成长。
unit 5 Writ ing Three Than k-You Letters
Alex Haley served in the Coast Guard during World War IL On an especially lonely day to be at sea -- Than ksgivi ng Day -- he bega n to give serious thought to a holiday that has become, for many America ns, a day of overeati ng and watch ing en dless games of football. Haley decided to celebrate the true meaning of Than ksgivi ng by writi ng three very special letters.
Writing Three Thank-You Letters
Alex Haley 1 It was 1943, during World War II, and I was a young U. S. coastguardsman. My ship, the USS Murzim, had been under way for several days. Most of her holds contained thousands of cartons of canned or dried foods. The other holds were loaded with five-hundred-pound bombs packed delicately in padded racks. Our dest in ati on was a big base on the isla nd of Tulagi in the South Pacific.
2 I was one of the Murzim's several cooks and, quite the same as for folk ashore, this Thanksgiving morning had seen us busily preparing a traditional dinner featuring roast turkey. 我是军市一号上的一个厨师，跟岸上的人一样，那个感恩节的上午，我们忙着在准备一道以烤火鸡为主的传统菜肴。
3 Well, as any cook knows, it's a lot of hard work to cook and serve a big meal, and clean up
and put everything away. But finally, around sundown, we finished at last.
4 I decided first to go out on the Murzim's afterdeck for a breath of open air. I made my way
out there, breathing in great, deep draughts while walking slowly about, still wearing my white cook's hat.
5 I got to thinking about Thanksgiving, of the Pilgrims, Indians, wild turkeys, pumpkins, corn
on the cob, and the rest. 我开始思索起感恩节这个节日来，想着清教徒前辈移民、印第
6 Yet my mind seemed to be in quest of something else -- some way that I could personally
apply to the close of Thanksgiving. It must have taken me a half hour to sense that maybe some key to an answer could result from reversing the word "Thanksgiving" -- at least that suggested a verbal direction, "Giving thanks."
可我脑子里似乎还在搜索着别的事什么――某种我能够赋予这一节日以个人意义的方式。大概过了半个小时左右我才意识到，问题的关键也许在于把Thanksgiving 这个字前后颠倒一下――那样一来至少文字好懂了：Giving thanks 。
7 Giving thanks -- as in praying, thanking God, I thought. Yes, of course. Certainly.
8 Yet my mind continued turning the idea over.
9 After a while, like a dawn's brightening, a further answer did come -- that there were people
to thank, people who had done so much for me that I could never possibly repay them. The embarrassing truth was I'd always just accepted what they'd done, taken all of it for granted. Not one time had I ever bothered to express to any of them so much as a simple, sincere "Thank you." 过了片刻，如同晨曦初现，一个更清晰的念头终于涌现脑际――要感谢他人，那些赐我以诸多恩惠，我根本无以回报的人们。令我深感不安的实际情形是，我向来对他们所做的一切受之泰然，认为是理所应当。我一次也没想过要对他们中的任何一位真心诚意地说一句简单的谢谢。
At least seven people had been particularly and lastingly helpful to me. I realized, swallowing hard, that about half of them had since died -- so they were forever beyond any possible expression of 10
gratitude from me. The more I thought about it, the more ashamed I became. Then I pictured the three who were still alive and, within minutes, I was down in my cabin.
11 Sitting at a table with writing paper and memories of things each had done, I tried composing genuine statements of heartfelt appreciation and gratitude to my dad, Simon A. Haley, a professor at the old Agricultural Mechanical Normal College in Pine Bluff, Arkansas; to my grandma, Cynthia Palmer, back in our little hometown of Henning, Tennessee; and to the Rev. Lonual Nelson, my grammar school principal, retired and living in Ripley, six miles north of Henning.
我坐在摊着信纸的桌旁，回想着他们各自对我所做的一切，试图用真挚的文字表达我对他们的由衷的感激之情：父亲西蒙? A ?黑利，阿肯色州派因布拉夫那所古老的农业机械
12 The texts of my letters began something like, "Here, this Thanksgiving at sea, I find my thoughts upon how much you have done for me, but I have never stopped and said to you how much I feel the need to thank you -- " And briefly I recalled for each of them specific acts performed on my behalf.
13 For instance, something uppermost about my father was how he had impressed upon me from boyhood to love books and reading. In fact, this graduated into a family habit of after-dinner quizzes at the table about books read most recently and new words learned. My love of books never diminished and later led me toward writing books myself. So many times I have felt a sadness when exposed to modern children so immersed in the electronic media that they have little or no awareness of the marvelous world to be discovered in books.
14 I reminded the Reverend Nelson how each morning he would open our little country town's grammar school with a prayer over his assembled students. I told him that whatever positive things I had done since had been influenced at least in part by his morning school prayers. 我跟纳尔逊牧师提及他如何每天清晨和集合在一起的学生做祷告，以此开始乡村小学
15 In the letter to my grandmother, I reminded her of a dozen ways she used to teach me how
to tell the truth, to share, and to be forgiving and considerate of others. I thanked her for the years of eating her good cooking, the equal of which I had not found since. Finally, I thanked her simply for
having sprinkled my life with stardust.
16 Before I slept, my three letters went into our ship's office mail sack. They got mailed when
we reached Tulagi Island.
17 We unloaded cargo, reloaded with something else, then again we put to sea in the routine familiar to us, and as the days became weeks, my little personal experience receded. Sometimes, when we were at sea, a mail ship would rendezvous and bring us mail from home, which, of course, we accorded topmost priority.
18 Every time the ship's loudspeaker rasped, "Attention! Mail call!" two hundred-odd shipmates came pounding up on deck and clustered about the two seamen, standing by those precious bulging gray sacks. They were alternately pulling out fistfuls of letters and barking successive names of sailors who were, in turn, shouting back "Here! Here!" amid the pushing.
19 One "mail call" brought me responses from Grandma, Dad, and the Reverend Nelson -
and my reading of their letters left me not only astonished but more humbled than before.
20 Rather than saying they would forgive that I hadn't previously thanked them, instead, for
Pete's sake, they were thanking me -- for having remembered, for having considered they had done anything so exceptional.
21 Always the college professor, my dad had carefully avoided anything he considered too sentimental, so I knew how moved he was to write me that, after having helped educate many young people, he now felt that his best results included his own son.
22 The Reverend Nelson wrote that his decades as a "simple, old-fashioned principal" had ended
with schools undergoing such swift changes that he had retired in self-doubt. "I heard more of what I had done wrong than what I did right," he said, adding that my letter had brought him welcome reassurance that his career had been appreciated.
23 A glance at Grandma's familiar handwriting brought back in a flash memories of standing alongside her white rocking chair, watching her "settin' down" some letter to relatives. Character by character, Grandma would slowly accomplish one word, then the next, so that a finished page would consume hours. I wept over the page representing my Grandma's recent hours invested in expressing her loving gratefulness to me -- whom she used to diaper!
24 Much later, retired from the Coast Guard and trying to make a living as a writer, I never
forgot how those three "thank you" letters gave me an insight into how most human beings go about longing in secret for more of their fellows to express appreciation for their efforts.
25 Now, approaching another Thanksgiving, I have asked myself what will I wish for all who
are reading this, for our nation, indeed for our whole world -- since, quoting a good and wise friend of mine, "In the end we are mightily and merely people, each with similar needs." First, I wish for us, of course, the simple common sense to achieve world peace, that being paramount for the very survival of our kind.
26 And there is something else I wish -- so strongly that I have had this line printed across the bottom of all my stationery: "Find the good -- and praise it."
Thanksgiving, like Spring Festival, brings families back together from across the country. Waiting for her children to arrive, Ellen Goodman reflects on the changing relationship between parents and children as they grow up and leave home, often to settle far away.
unit 6 The Last Leaf
When Johnsy fell seriously ill, she seemed to lose the will to hang on to life. The doctor held out little hope for her. Her friends seemed helpless. Was there nothing to be done?
The Last Leaf
O. Henry 1 At the top of a three-story brick building, Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at a cafe on Eighth Street and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so much in tune that the joint studio resulted.
2 That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the district, touching one here and there with his icy fingers. Johnsy was among his victims. She lay, scarcely moving on her bed, looking through the small window at the blank side of the next brick house.
那是5 月里的事。到了11 月，一个医生称之为肺炎的阴森的隐形客闯入了这一地区，用它冰冷的手指东碰西触。约翰西也为其所害。她病倒了，躺在床上几乎一动不动，只能隔着小窗望着隔壁砖房那单调沉闷的侧墙。
One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a bushy, gray eyebrow.
4 "She has one chance in ten," he said. "And that chance is for her to want to live. Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?
5 "She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day," said Sue. “她――她想有
6 "Paint? -- bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking about twice -- a man, for instance?"
7 "A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."
8 "Well," said the doctor. "I will do all that science can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines." After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she marched into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling a merry tune.
9 Johnsy lay, scarcely making a movement under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. She was looking out and counting -- counting backward.
10 "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight"
and "seven," almost together.
“12，”她数道，过了一会儿“ 11”，接着数“ 10”和“ 9”；再数“ 8”和“ 7”，几乎一口同时数下来。
11 Sue looked out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had blown away its leaves, leaving it almost bare.
12 "Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."
“ 6”，约翰西数着，声音几乎听不出来。“现在叶子掉落得快多了。三天前差不多还有100 片。数得我头都疼。可现在容易了。又掉了一片。这下子只剩5 片了。”
13 "Five what, dear? "
14 "Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"
15 "Oh, I never heard of such nonsense. What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? Don't be so silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were ten to one! Try to take some soup now, and let Sudie go and buy port wine for her sick child."
16 "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves." “你不用再去买酒了，”约翰西说道，两眼一直盯着窗外。“又掉了一片。不，我不想喝汤。这一下只剩下4 片了。我要在天黑前看到最后一片叶子掉落。那时我也就跟着走了。我都等腻了。也想腻了。我只想撇开一切, 飘然而去，就像那边一片可怜的疲倦的叶子。”
17 "Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old miner. I'll not
be gone a minute."
18 Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a long white beard curling down over his chest. Despite looking the part, Behrman was a failure in art. For forty years he had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists who could not pay the price of a professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who mocked terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as guard dog to the two young artists in the studio above.
弱，他便大肆嘲笑，并把自己看成是楼上画室里两位年轻艺术家的看护人。 19 Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of gin in his dimly lighted studio below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker. Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt for such foolish imaginings.
苏在楼下光线暗淡的画室里找到了贝尔曼， 他满身酒味刺鼻。 屋子一角的画架上支着 一张从未落
过笔的画布，在那儿搁了 25 年，等着一幅杰作的起笔。苏把约翰西的怪念头跟
他说了， 并说约翰西本身就像一片叶子又瘦又弱， 她害怕要是她那本已脆弱的生存意志再软 下去的话， 真的会凋零飘落。老贝尔曼双眼通红， 显然是泪涟涟的，他大声叫嚷着说他蔑视 这种傻念头。
20 "What!" he cried. "Are there people in the world foolish enough to die because leafs drop off from a vine? I have never heard of such a thing. Why do you allow such silly ideas to come into that head of hers? God! This is not a place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy should lie sick. Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away. Yes."
“什么！”他嚷道。“世界上竟然有这么愚蠢的人， 因为树叶从藤上掉落就要去死？我 听都没听说过这等事。 你怎么让这种傻念头钻到她那个怪脑袋里？天哪！ 这不是一个像约翰 西小姐这样的好姑娘躺倒生病的地方。有朝一日我要画一幅巨作，那时候我们就离开这里。 真的。”
21 Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down, and motioned
Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.
两人上了楼， 约翰西已经睡着了。 苏放下窗帘，示意贝尔曼去另一个房间。 在那儿两 人惶惶不安地凝视着窗外的常青藤。 接着两人面面相觑， 哑然无语。外面冷雨夹雪，淅淅沥 沥。贝尔曼穿着破旧的蓝色衬衣 , 坐在充当矿石的倒置的水壶上，摆出矿工的架势。
22 When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.
第二天早上， 只睡了一个小时的苏醒来看到约翰西睁大着无神的双眼， 凝望着拉下的 绿色窗帘。 23 "Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper.
25 But, Lo! after the beating rain and fierce wind that had endured through the night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, 要是谁表
24 Wearily Sue obeyed.
but with its edges colored yellow, it hung bravely from a branch some twenty feet above the ground.
26 "It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today, and I shall die at the same time."
27 The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed.
28 When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised.
29 The ivy leaf was still there.
30 Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken soup over the gas stove.
31 "I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now, and some milk with a little port in it and -- no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook."
32 An hour later she said:
33 "Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."
34 The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left. 下
35 "Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. “现在是势均力敌，”
36 "With good nursing you'll win. And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is -- some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to be made more comfortable."
37 The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You've won. The right food and care now -- that's all."
38 And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay and put one arm around her. 当日
39 "I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was ill only two days. He was found on the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a terrible night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and -- look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece -- he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."
He did not trust the woman to trust him. And he did not trust the woman not to trust him. And he did not want to be mistrusted now.
1. The story began on a downtown Brooklyn street corner . An elderly man had collapsed while crossing the street ,and an ambulance rushed him to Kings County Hospital.There ,when he came to now and again，the man repeatedly called for his son .
2? From a worn letter found in his pocket ,an emergency-room nurse learned that his son was a Marine stationed in North Carolinaseemed there were no other relatives .
（在他的衣袋里发现了?封皱巴巴的信，wor n[wC:n]用IU的.穿坏的。急救室的护士得知他的儿了是驻扎在North Carolina[kAr[51ain[」北卡罗来纳州海军陆战队的?名战士，看样犷这位老人没右别的亲人。emergencyflm[:dV[nsI], Marine stationed（m（5rl:n]-k兵，[5steiF[n] 驻扎动词）?
3.Someone at the hospital called the Red Cross office in Brookljm,and a request for the boy to
Brooklyn was sent to the Red Cross director of the North Carolina Marine Corps camp. Because time was short ■一the patient was dying — the Red Cross man and officer set out in a jeep .They found the young man wading through some marshes in a military exercise .He was rushed to the airport in time to catch the one plane that might enable him to reach his dying father ?
（有人给红十字会布鲁克林办事处打了电话，要求北卡罗来纳州海军陆战队营区红十字会主任让那位战士立即赴往布鲁克林。由于时间很紧，病人快要死了，红十字会的人与军官坐一辆吉普车山发了「他们找到那位年轻人时，他正在一片marshes沼泽地里，wade涉水进行military [mlllt[rl]exercise[5eks[saiz]军事演习。他被赶紧送往机场，及时赶上一?趙班机，只有这趟班机或许还能使他见到病危的父亲c director[dl5rekt主任，主管，导演,（机关）首比（团体）理事,（公司）董事，指挥仪控制器■= camp .[kAmp]^营地，阵营. patient [peiF[nt]病人,患者）airport辺pC:t]小型民用机场，私人E机降落场
4.It is mid-evening when the young Marine walked into the entrance lobby of Kings County
Hospital ? A nurse took the tired , anxious serviceman to the bedside .
5."You son is here 畀she said to the old man ?She had go repeat the words several times before
the patients eyes opened ? The medicine he had been given because of the pain from his heart attack made his eyes weak and he only dimly saw the young man in Marine Corps uniform standing outside the oxygen tent .He reached out his hand .Ths Marine wrapped his strong fingers around the old man's limp ones ? squeezing a message of love and encouragement ,The nurse brought a chair ‘ so the Marine could sit by the bed ?
6? Night are long in hospital ,but all through the night the young Marine sat there in the dimly ?lit ward , holding the old man's hand and offering words of hope and strength, Occasionally^the nurse suggested that the Marine rest for a while ?He refused ?
7? Where the nurse came into the ward ,the Marine was there ,but he paid no attention to her and the night noises of the hospital the clanking of an oxygen tank ?the laughter of night -staff members exchanging greetings ,the cries and moans and snores of other patients .Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words ?The dying man said nothing .only held tightly to his son through most of the night ?（不竹护七什么时候走进病房，战士都在那儿。他未注意到护七的到来。医院里夜间有务种声咅：氧气瓶的郴锵声，夜间值班人员打扔呼的笑声，其他病人的叫声、呻吟声及軒声等. 她时不进听到他轻声细语地说儿句话.生命垂危的老人什么也说不出.只是在夜间大部分时间里紧紧地抓着他的儿子=）X. It was nearly dawn when the patient died ?The Marine placed on the bed the lifeless hand he had been holding .and went to tell the nurse ,While she did what she had to do , he
smoked a cigarette —his first since he got to the hospital ?
9.Finally .she returned to the nurse *s station .where he was waiting ,She started to offer words of sympathy , but the Marine interrupted her ?"Who was that man ?M he asked .
10."He was your Hither t M she answered .startled?"他是你的父亲。"她冋答道，感到非常惊讶。
11 ?"No he wasn't the Marine replied ,M I never saw him before in my life /
12."Why didn't you say something when 1 took you to him ?K the nurse asked ?“那我把你带到他身边
13."I knew immediately there *d been a mistake ? but 1 also knew he need his son ,and his son just wasn*t here .When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son ?1 guessed he really needed me .So 1 stayed J*
14.with that ,thc Marine turned and left the hospital .Two days later a message came in from the North Carolina Marine Corps base informing the Brooklyn Red Cross that the real son was on his way to Brooklyn for his father's funeral ,It turned out there had been two Marines with the same name and similar numbers in the camp . Someone in the personnel office had pulled out the wrong record.
15.but the wrong Marine had become the right son at the right time .And he proved ,in a very human way Jhat there are people who care what happens to their fellow men ?