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意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语

2021年1月23日发(作者:任中敏)
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Frank O’Connor
: Guest of the Nation (1931)


At dusk the big Englishman, Belcher, would shift his long legs out of the ashes and say
about it ?
expressions), and the little Englishman, Hawkins, would light the lamp and bring out the cards. Sometimes
Jeremiah Donovan would come up and supervise the game, and get excited over Hawkins' cards, which he
always played badly, and shout at him as if he was one of our own,
tray ?
But ordinarily Jeremiah was a sober and contented poor devil like the big Englishman, Belcher, and was looked
up to only because he was a fair hand at documents, though he was slow even with them. He wore a small cloth
hat and big gaiters over his long pants, and you seldom saw him with his hands out of his pockets. He reddened
when you talked to him, tilting from toe to heel and back, and looking down all the, time at his big farmer's feet.
Noble and myself used to make fun of his broad accent, because we were both from the town.
I could not at the time see the point of myself and Noble guarding Belcher and Hawkins at all, for it was my
belief that you could have planted that pair down anywhere from this to Claregalway and they'd have taken root
there like a native weed. I never in my short experience saw two men take to the country as they did.
They were passed on to us by the Second Battalion when the search for them became too hot, and Noble and
myself, being young, took them over with a natural feeling of responsibility, but Hawkins made us look like
fools when he showed that he knew the country better than we did.

with the pair of her brother's socks you borrowed.
For it seemed, as they explained it, that the Second had little evenings, and some of the girls of the
neighborhood turned up, and, seeing they were such decent chaps, our fellows could not leave the two
Englishmen out. Hawkins learned to dance

The Waves of
Tory
dance foreign dances on principle.
So whatever privileges Belcher and Hawkins had with the Second they just took naturally with us, and after the
first couple of days we gave up all pretence of keeping an eye on them. Not that they could have got far, because
they had accents you could cut with a knife, and wore khaki tunics and overcoats with civilian pants and boots,
but I believe myself they never had any idea of escaping and were quite content to be where they were.
It was a treat to see how Belcher got off with the old woman in the house where we were staying. She was a
great warrant to scold, and cranky even with us, but before ever she had a chance of giving our guests, as I may
call them, a lick of her tongue, Belcher had made her his friend for life. She was breaking sticks, and Belcher,
who had not been more than ten minutes in the house, jumped up and went over to her.

She was too surprised to speak, and after that, Belcher would be at her heels, carrying a bucket, a basket or a
load of turf. As Noble said, he got into looking before she leapt, and hot water, or any little thing she wanted,
Belcher would have ready for her. For such a huge man (and though I am five foot ten myself I had to look up at
him) he had an uncommon lack of speech. It took us a little while to get used to him, walking in and out like a
ghost, without speaking. Especially because Hawkins talked enough for a platoon, it was strange to hear Belcher
with his toes in the ashes come out with a solitary
only passion was cards, and he was a remarkably good card player. He could have skinned myself and Noble,
but whatever we lost to him, Hawkins lost to us, and Hawkins only played with the money Belcher gave him.
Hawkins lost to us because he had too much old gab, and we probably lost to Belcher for the same reason.
Hawkins and Noble argued about religion into the early hours of the morning, and Hawkins worried the life out
of' Noble, who had a brother a priest, with a string of questions that would puzzle a cardinal. Even in treating of
holy subjects, Hawkins had a deplorable tongue. I never met a man who could mix such a variety of cursing and
bad language into any argument. He was a terrible man, and a fright to argue. He never did a stroke of work, and
when he had no one else to argue with, he got stuck in the old woman.
He met his match in her, for when he tried to get her to complain profanely of the drought she gave him a great
comedown by blaming it entirely on Jupiter Pluvius (a deity neither Hawkins nor I had ever heard of, though
Noble said that among the pagans it was believed that he had something to do with the rain). Another day he
was swearing at the capitalists for starting the German war when the old lady laid down her iron, puckered up
her little crab's mouth and said:

poor countrywoman, but I know what started the war. It was the Italian Count that stole the heathen divinity out
of the temple of Japan. Believe me, Mr. Hawkins, nothing but sorrow and want can follow people who disturb
the hidden powers.
A queer old girl, all right.


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One evening we had our tea and Hawkins lit the lamp and we all sat into cards. Jeremiah Donovan came in too,
and sat and watched us for a while, and it suddenly struck me that he had no great love for the two Englishmen.
It came as a surprise to me because I had noticed nothing of it before.
Late in the evening a really terrible argument blew up between Hawkins and Noble about capitalists and priests
and love of country.

to in this,



Hawkins stood up as though he was preaching.

mean? And you believe God created Adam, and Adam created Shem, and Shem created Jehoshophat. You
believe all that silly old fairytale about Eve and Eden and the apple. Well listen to me, chum! If you're entitled
to a silly belief like that, I'm entitled to my own silly belief - which is that the first thing your God created was a
bleeding capitalist, with morality and Rolls-Royce complete. Am I right, chum?

and stroke his moustache. So, seeing that Jeremiah Donovan was going, and that there was no knowing when
the argument about religion would be over, I went out with him. We strolled down to the village together, and
then he stopped, blushing and mumbling, and said I should be behind, keeping guard. I didn't like the tone he
took with me, and anyway I was bored with life in the cottage, so I replied by asking what the hell we wanted to
guard them for at all.
He looked at me in surprise and said:


our prisoners, we'll shoot theirs.


Noble and myself of that in the beginning?






I couldn’t tell him, because
I knew he wouldn't understand. If it was only an old dog that you had to take to the
vet's, you'd try and not get too fond of him, but Jeremiah Donovan was not a man who would ever be in danger
of that.


trouble to you, you'll be free soon enough.
It was not the hanging round that was a trouble to me at all by this time. I had worse things to worry about.
When I got back to the cottage the argument was still on. Hawkins was holding forth in his best style,
maintaining that there was no next world, and Noble saying that there was; but I could see that Hawkins had had
the best of it.

as I am. You say you believe in the next world, and you know just as much about the next world as I do, which
is sweet damn-all. What's heaven? You don't know. Where's heaven? You don't know. You know sweet damn-
all ! I ask you again, do they wear wings?


where you hand in, your chit and take your bleeding wings?

It was long after midnight when we locked up and went to bed. As I blew out the candle I told Noble. He took it
very quietly. When we'd been in bed about an hour he asked if I thought we should tell the Englishmen. I didn't,
because I doubted if the English would shoot our men. Even if they did, the Brigade officers, who were always
up and down to the Second Battalion and knew the Englishmen well, would hardly want to see them plugged.
think so too,

face Belcher and Hawkins. We went about the house all day, scarcely saying a word. Belcher didn't seem to
notice; he was stretched into the ashes as usual, with his usual look of waiting in quietness for something

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意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语


意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语


意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语


意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语


意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语


意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语


意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语


意大利面怎么煮-描写喜悦心情的成语



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