古大叔小木屋(31)——瓦尔登湖中英文情感朗读

古大叔小木屋(31)——瓦尔登湖中英文情感朗读

2021-06-28    62'30''

主播: 古卫东

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2021年6月28日《古大叔小木屋》直播实况录制 时间:晚间9:00——10:00 英语文本 My furniture, part of which I made myself - and the rest cost me nothing of which I have not rendered an account - consisted of a bed, a table, a desk, three chairs, a looking-glass three inches in diameter, a pair of tongs and andirons[ˈændaiən], a kettle, a skillet[ˈskilit], and a frying-pan[pæn], a dipper, a wash-bowl, two knives and forks, three plates, one cup, one spoon, a jug for oil, a jug for molasses, and a japanned [dʒə'pæn] lamp. None is so poor that he need sit on a pumpkin. That is shiftlessness. There is a plenty of such chairs as I like best in the village garrets to be had for taking them away. Furniture! Thank God, I can sit and I can stand without the aid of a furniture warehouse. What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes? That is Spaulding's furniture. I could never tell from inspecting such a load whether it belonged to a so-called rich man or a poor one; the owner always seemed poverty-stricken. Indeed, the more you have of such things the poorer you are. Each load looks as if it contained the contents of a dozen shanties; and if one shanty is poor, this is a dozen times as poor. Pray, for what do we move ever but to get rid of our furniture, our exuviæ: at last to go from this world to another newly furnished, and leave this to be burned? It is the same as if all these traps were buckled to a man's belt, and he could not move over the rough country where our lines are cast without dragging them - dragging his trap. He was a lucky fox that left his tail in the trap. The muskrat will gnaw[nɔː] his third leg off to be free. No wonder man has lost his elasticity[ˌelæsˈtisiti]. How often he is at a dead set! "Sir, if I may be so bold, what do you mean by a dead set?" If you are a seer, whenever you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay[ai], and much that he pretends to disown[disˈəun], behind him, even to his kitchen furniture and all the trumpery which he saves and will not burn, and he will appear to be harnessed[ˈhɑ:nist] to it and making what headway he can. I think that the man is at a dead set who has got through a knot-hole or gateway where his sledge load of furniture cannot follow him. I cannot but feel compassion when I hear some trig, compact-looking man, seemingly free, all girded and ready, speak of his "furniture," as whether it is insured or not. "But what shall I do with my furniture?" - My gay butterfly is entangled in a spider's web then. Even those who seem for a long while not to have any, if you inquire more narrowly you will find have some stored in somebody's barn. I look upon England today as an old gentleman who is travelling with a great deal of baggage, trumpery which has accumulated from long housekeeping, which he has not the courage to burn; great trunk, little trunk, bandbox, and bundle. Throw away the first three at least. It would surpass the powers of a well man nowadays to take up his bed and walk, and I should certainly advise a sick one to lay down his bed and run. When I have met an immigrant tottering under a bundle which contained his all - looking like an enormous wen which had grown out of the nape[neip] of his neck - I have pitied him, not because that was his all, but because he had all that to carry. If I have got to drag my trap, I will take care that it be a light one and do not nip[nip] me in a vital part. But perchance it would be wisest never to put one's paw [pɔː] into it.