亚当和夏娃日记（外研社双语文库）pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载

书名：亚当和夏娃日记（外研社双语文库）pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载

推荐语：马克·吐温穷其情感、毕其梦幻、耗尽十余年光阴创作成的一部典范之作

作者：（英）马克·吐温（MarkTwain）,冬虫译

出版社：外语教学与研究出版社

出版时间：2009-11-01

书籍编号：30166513

ISBN：9787560090726

正文语种：中英对照

字数：9537

版次：1

所属分类：外语学习-英语读物

亚当和夏娃日记

（英）马克·吐温（Mark Twain） 著
冬虫 译

外语教学与研究出版社

Extracts from Adam\'s Diary

Monday

This new creature with the long hair is a good deal in the way．It is always hanging around and following me about．I don\'t like this；I am not used to company．I wish it would stay with the other animals．…… Cloudy today，wind in the east；think we shall have rain．…… We？Where did I get that word？—I remember now—the new creature uses it.

Tuesday

Been examining the great waterfall．It is the finest thing on the estate，I think．The new creature calls it Niagara Falls—why，I am sure I do not know．Says it looks like Niagara Falls．That is not a reason，it is mere waywardness and imbecility．I get no chance to name anything myself．The new creature names everything that comes along，before I can get in a protest．And always that same pretext is offered—it looks like the thing．There is the dodo[1]，for instance．Says the moment one looks at it one sees at a glance that it \"looks like a dodo.\" It will have to keep that name，no doubt．It wearies me to fret about it，and it does no good，anyway．Dodo！It looks no more like a dodo than I do.

Wednesday

Built me a shelter against the rain，but could not have it to myself in peace．The new creature intruded．When I tried to put it out it shed water out of the holes it looks with[2]，and wiped it away with the back of its paws，and made a noise such as some of the other animals make when they are in distress．I wish it would not talk；it is always talking．That sounds like a cheap fling at the poor creature，a slur；but I do not mean it so．I have never heard the human voice before，and any new and strange sound intruding itself here upon the solemn hush of these dreaming solitudes offends my ear and seems a false note．And this new sound is so close to me；it is right at my shoulder，right at my ear，first on one side and then on the other，and I am used only to sounds that are more or less distant from me.

Friday

The naming goes recklessly on，in spite of anything I can do．I had a very good name for the estate，and it was musical and pretty—Garden of Eden．Privately，I continue to call it that，but not any longer publicly．The new creature says it is all woods and rocks and scenery，and therefore has no resemblance to a garden．Says it looks like a park，and does not look like anything but a park．Consequently，without consulting me，it has been new-named—Niagara Falls Park．This is sufficiently high-handed，it seems to me．And already there is a sign up：

My life is not as happy as it was.

Saturday

The new creature eats too much fruit．We are going to run short，most likely．\"We\" again—that is its word；mine，too，now，from hearing it so much．Good deal of fog this morning．I do not go out in the fog myself．The new creature does．It goes out in all weathers，and stumps right in with its muddy feet．And talks．It used to be so pleasant and quiet here.

Sunday

Pulled through．This day is getting to be more and more trying．It was selected and set apart last November as a day of rest．I had already six of them per week before．This morning found the new creature trying to clod apples out of that forbidden tree.

Monday

The new creature says its name is Eve．That is all right，I have no objections．Says it is to call it by，when I want it to come．I said it was superfluous，then．The word evidently raised me in its respect；and indeed it is a large，good word and will bear repetition．It says it is not an It，it is a She．This is probably doubtful；yet it is all one to me；what she is were nothing to me if she would but go by herself and not talk.

Tuesday

She has littered the whole estate with execrable names and offensive signs：

She says this park would make a tidy summer resort if there was any custom for it．Summer resort—another invention of hers—just words，without any meaning．What is a summer resort？But it is best not to ask her，she has such a rage for explaining.

Friday

She has taken to beseeching me to stop going over the Falls．What harm does it do？Says it makes her shudder．I wonder why；I have always done it—always liked the plunge，and the excitement and the coolness．I supposed it was what the Falls were for．They have no other use that I can see，and they must have been made for something．She says they were only made for scenery—like the rhinoceros and the mastodon.

I went over the Falls in a barrel—not satisfactory to her．Went over in a tub—still not satisfactory．Swam the Whirlpool and the Rapids in a fig-leaf suit．It got much damaged．Hence，tedious complaints about my extravagance．I am too much hampered here．What I need is change of scene.

Saturday

I escaped last Tuesday night，and traveled two days，and built me another shelter in a secluded place，and obliterated my tracks as well as I could，but she hunted me out by means of a beast which she has tamed and calls a wolf，and came making that pitiful noise again，and shedding that water out of the places she looks with．I was obliged to return with her，but will presently emigrate again when occasion offers．She engages herself in many foolish things；among

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