unit8amagicianatstretchingadollar课文翻译大学英语一

Unit 8 A Magician at Stretching a Dollar

The boy was at first delighted to discover the present his mother had hidden

away as his Christmas gift. But then he began to worry that his mother would now

no longer have the pleasure of giving him a surprise. What was he to do?

1. That December, with Christmas approaching, she was out at work and Doris

was in the kitchen when I let myself into her bedroom one afternoon in search

of a safety pin. Since her bedroom opened onto a community hallway, she kept

the door locked, but needing the pin, I took the key from its hiking place,

unlocked the door and stepped in. Standing against the wall was a big, black

bicycle with balloon tires. I recognized it instantly. It was the same

second-hand bike I'd been admiring in a Baltimore Street shop window. I'd even

asked about the price. It was a shock. Something like $15. Somehow my mother

had scraped together enough for a down payment and meant to surprise me with

the bicycle on Christmas morning.

2. I was deeply moved by the discovery and yet sickened by the knowledge that,

bursting into her room like this, I had robbed her of the pleasure of seeing

me astonished and delighted on Christmas day. I hadn't wanted to know her lovely

secret; still coming upon it like this made me feel as though I'd struck a blow

against her happiness. I backed out, put the key back in its hiding place, and

thought over what to do.

3. I decided that between now and Christmas I must do nothing, absolutely

nothing, to reveal the slightest hint of my terrible knowledge. I must avoid

the least word that night reveal my possession of her secret. Nothing must deny

her the happiness of seeing me completely amazed on Christmas day.

4. In the privacy of my bedroom I began composing and testing exclamations

of delight: “Wow!” “A bike with balloon tires! I don't believe it!” “I'm

the luckiest boy alive!” And so on. They all owed a lot to movies in which

boys like Mickey Rooney had seen their wildest dreams come true. I soon realized

that, with my lack of acting talent, all of them were going to sound false at

the critical moment when I wanted to cry out my love spontaneously from the

heart. Maybe it would be better to say nothing but appear to be shocked into

such deep pleasure that speech had escaped me/ I wasn't sure, though. I'd seen

speechless gratitude in the movies too, and it never really worked until the

actors managed to cry a few quiet tears. I doubted I could cry on cue, so I

began thinking about other expressions of speechless amazement. In front of

a hand-held mirror in my bedroom I tried the whole range of expressions; mouth

open and eyes wide; hands slapped firmly against both cheeks to keep the jaw

from falling off; ear-to-ear grin with all teeth fully exposed while hugging

myself with both arms. These and more I practiced for several days without

acquiring confidence in any of them. I decided to wait until Christmas morning

and see if anything

5. That Christmas morning she woke up early, “to see what Santa Claus

brought,” she said with just the right tone of voice to indicate we were all

old enough to know who Santa Claus was. I came out of my bedroom with my present

for her and Doris, and Doris came with hers. My mother's has been placed under

the tree during the night. There were a few small brightly wrapped packages,

a big doll for Doris, but no bicycle. I must have looked disappointed.

6. “It looks like Santa Claus didn't do too well by you this year, Buddy,”

she said, as I opened packages. A shirt. A necktie. I said something halfhearted

like, “It's the thought that counts,” but what I felt was bitter

disappointment. I supposed she'd found the bike just too expensive and sent

it back.

7. “Wait a minute!” she cried, snapping her fingers. “There's something

in my bedroom I forgot all about.”

8. She went out, and a moment later came back wheeling the big black two-wheeler

with balloon tires. I didn't have to pretend, after all. The three of us—Doris,

my mother, and I –were people bred to hold back emotional expressions of love,

but I did something that startled both my mother and me. I threw my arms around

her spontaneously and kissed her.

9. “All right now, don't carry on about it. It's only a bicycle,” she said.

10. Still, I knew that she was as happy as I was to see her so happy.

发现了母亲为他藏好的圣诞礼物男孩起先很高兴。但接着他就开始担心，妈妈将因此失去给他一个惊喜的喜悦。他该怎么办呢？

能把一块钱拉长的魔术师

那年的十二月，圣诞节临近了。一天下午，妈妈在外面上班，妹妹多丽丝在厨房里，我为了一枚安全别针而开门走进了妈妈的卧室。因为她的卧室门正对着共用的走廊，她总是把门锁着，但我因为需要别针，便从藏钥匙的地方取出钥匙，打开门，走了进去。只见靠墙立着一辆低压轮胎的、大的黑自行车。我一下子就认出了它。这正是那摆在巴尔的摩大街一家商店橱窗里一直让我羡慕不已的二手车。我甚至还问过这辆车的价钱。简直贵得吓人。差不多要十五块钱。妈妈想办法凑足了首付款，打算在圣诞节早晨拿这辆自行车给我一个惊喜。

这一发现让我深为感动，然而想到这样闯进她的卧室，从而剥夺了她在圣诞节那天见到我又惊又喜时的欢乐，我又感到厌恶。我本不想知道她这个可爱的秘密；但像这样偶然地发现了它仍然使我觉得好像重重地打击了她的欢乐一样。我从她的卧室退了出来，把钥匙放回原处，认真考虑着该怎么办才好。

我决定，在现在和圣诞节之前这段时间里，我必须不动声，绝对不可露出一点蛛丝马迹暗示我已令人讨厌地知道了此事。我必须谨言慎行，不能让她知道我已掌握了她的秘密。必须想尽一切办法让她在圣诞节那天享受到看见我极为惊讶时的快乐。

在我不受干扰的卧室里，我开始构思并试验种种表示喜悦的惊叫："哇噢！""一辆低压轮胎的自行车！我真不敢相信！""我是世界上最最幸运的男孩！"等等。这些话都大大归功于比如由米基·鲁尼主演的电影，片中男孩子看到他们最不着边际的梦想得以实现时都这么说。我很快便意识到，因为我缺乏演戏的天才，在我不由自主地想大声喊出发自肺腑的爱时，所有这些话听上去都会显得很虚假。或许最好是什么也不说，而是看上去惊喜得连话也说不出来了。不过，我也没有把握。我在电影里也看到过说不出话来的感激，但直到演员们设法哭出几滴无声的眼泪时才真正起到作用。我怀疑自己能否适时地哭出来，于是便开始思考别的表示无言惊讶的方式。在卧室里，我手拿镜子，试着做出各种各样的表情，嘴巴张得大大的，眼睛瞪得圆圆的；双手猛地捂住脸颊使下巴不至于落下来，双臂抱着自己，咧开嘴大笑，把全部牙齿都露出来。这些动作和一些别的动作我练了好几天，但对任何一个动作都没有把握。我决定等到圣诞节早晨再说，看能不能自然而然地做出什么动作来 ……

那年的圣诞节早晨，妈妈一早就把我们叫醒了，"看看圣诞老人带来了什么，"她只是用一般的口吻说，借以表明我们都不小了，知道圣诞老人是谁了。我带着送给她和多丽丝的礼物从我的卧室里走了出来，多丽丝也带着她送给我们的礼物走了出来。妈妈送给我们的礼物已在夜里放在了圣诞树下。有几个用彩纸包好的小包，一个给多丽丝的大玩具娃娃，但却没有自行车。我当时看上去一定很失望。

在我打开包的时候，妈妈说："看来圣诞老人今年对你不太好吗，老弟。"果然这里只有一件衬衫和一根领带。我嘴上说了些半心半意的话，什么"重要的是这番情意"等等，但心里感到的却是极度的失望。我猜想也许是她发觉自行车太贵，又把它送了回去。

"等一下！"她大声喊道，一边还打了个榧子。"我睡房里还有样东西我竟忘了个一干二净。"

她出去了，不一会儿就推着那辆低压轮胎的大的黑自行车回来了。结果我也不必假装了。我们三个人——多丽丝、妈妈和我——都是那种性格内敛、不会感情激动地表达爱的人，但我还是做了一件让妈妈和我都大吃一惊的事。我情不自禁地伸出双臂搂住她，吻了她。

"好了，好了，别大惊小怪了。只不过是一辆自行车嘛，"她说。

不过，我还是知道她很高兴，就像我看到她那么高兴我也高兴一样。

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