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On the eighth tee, Danny’s cell phone rang just as Roy was getting y to hit the ball. Roy hit another bad shot. He glared at Danny. Danny looked at him again. “I’m a doctor, Roy. I’m on call for emergencies. What if your great granddaughter was in a car accident—wouldn’t you be glad I had my ringer on?”On the ninth tee, Danny told Roy that Roy had added up his score incorrectly. “You got a 6 on the last hole, not a 5,” Danny told Roy in front of the two other golfers in the foursome. Roy recounted out loud all five of his shots, and told Danny to pay attention to his own score. Danny laughed. “Just because you’re old doesn’t necessarily mean you’re honest,” he said.After their foursome left the ninth green, Roy made sure that he got himself alone with Danny on the far side of the clubhouse. “I’m really tired of your crap,” he told Danny. “Stand up! Get out of that golf cart. I’m going to give you a fat lip to match your smart mouth.” Danny didn’t move. “I said get up!” Roy yelled at him. A couple of nearby golfers turned their heads. Danny looked at Roy. “Well, if that’s how you feel,” he said, and drove off to the tenth tee. He said nothing to Roy on the back nine. Article/201106/139708。

Neighbours are very hit and miss. Sometimes you hit the jackpot and get neighbours who become great friends. Other times you get the short straw and have nightmare neighbours. I’ve had good and bad neighbours. I’m not sure why some neighbours are so bad. It’s really not that difficult to be a good neighbour. All you have to do is be polite, don’t play loud music late at night, and don’t park in front of their house. It sounds easier than it is. I think a long time ago there was a lot of neighbourliness. Families lived near each other for generations. It’s different today. New families come and go. They never get to know each other. Everyone keeps their distance. This is not always a good thing. Article/201106/139865。

It sounds incredible, but the small country of Greece seems to be burning down. Police believe arsonists are responsible for at least half of the fires. Thirty people have died so far, many of them trapped in their homes or their cars. Residents all over Greece have called fire departments, police, and media about fires surrounding their homes, but there have simply not been enough firemen to respond to all these fires.The government has asked for aid from France, Italy, and Germany. Greek ruins that are almost 3,000 years old are in danger of being burnt down. Fires surround Athens, the capital city. The hillsides are ablaze, and there seems to be no end in sight. Entire villages have been destroyed. There has been no rain for two months, and the trees are so dry that just the heat from an approaching fire causes them to explode into flames.Police have arrested three suspected arsonists. One suspect, oddly enough, was still complaining about the 2004 Olympics. He had applied to carry the torch into the stadium and light the fire to officially start the Games. His application was ignored. “You have to be somebody,” was the reply he got when he called the Olympic Committee in Athens. “And you’re not—you’re nobody,” an official told him. The man was in jail for three years for trying to blow up the committee’s headquarters. Yesterday, police caught him walking away from a new fire with an empty gas can in his hands.“I’m nobody, huh?” he told the police. “Well, I’m somebody now!” Article/201104/133258。

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Broadcast: December 5, 2004((THEME)) VOICE ONE:I'm Faith Lapidus.VOICE TWO:And I'm Steve Ember with People in America in VOA Special English. Today, we begin the story of the life of a famous Southern writer, William Faulkner. He wrote about an imaginary place and described changes in the American South. ((THEME))VOICE ONE:William Faulkner was born at the end of the nineteenth century. It was a time when there were two Souths in the ed States. The first was the South whose beliefs had existed from before the American Civil War which began in eighteen sixty-one. This South did not question rules, even when those rules did not satisfy human needs. It was a South filled with injustice for black people. It held the seeds of its own destruction. The other South was a land without any beliefs. It was a place where success was measured by self-interest. This was a South where each person had lost his place in the group. It was a place where people owned things that they did not know how to use. Faulkner Faulkner saw that the old beliefs were not right or even worth believing. And he saw that they could not provide justice because they were based on slavery. Yet he felt that even with their lies and half truths the old beliefs were better than the moral emptiness of the modern South. VOICE TWO:In Faulkner's story called "The Bear" a group of men are talking after the day's hunt. One man s from a poem by the English writer, John Keats:"'She cannot fade, though thou has not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair. '"He's talking about a girl," one man says. The other answers, 'He was talking about truth. Truth is one. It doesn't change. It covers all things which touch the heart -- honor and pity and justice and courage and love. Do you see now. '"The American writer, Robert Penn Warren says about Faulkner, "The important thing is the presence of the idea of truth. It covers all things that involve the heart and define the effort of man to rise above the mechanical process of life. "VOICE ONE:Faulkner has been accused of looking back to a time when life was better. Yet, he believes that truth belongs to all times. But it is found most often in the people who stand outside what he calls "the loud world. "One of the people in his story "Delta Autumn" says, "There are good men everywhere, at all times. "Faulkner's great-grandfather accepted the old beliefs. He was one of the men who had helped build the South, but his time was gone. Now money had replaced the old order of honor. What Faulkner saw was that there could be no order at all, no idea of doing what is right, in a world that measured success in terms of money. VOICE TWO:This is the changing South that Faulkner describes in the area he created. He named it Yoknapatawpha County. He describes it as in the northern part of the state of Mississippi. It lies between sand hills covered with pine trees and rich farmland near the Mississippi River. It has fifteen-thousand-six-hundred-eleven people, living on almost four-thousand square kilometers. Its central city is Jefferson, where the storekeepers, mechanics, and professional men live. The rest of the people of Yoknapatawpha County are farmers or men who cut trees. Their only crops are wood and cotton. A few live in big farmhouses, left from an earlier time. Most of them do not even own the land they farm. The critic Malcolm Cowley says, "Others might say that Faulkner was not so much writing stories for the public as telling them to himself. It is what a lonely child might do, or a great writer. "((Music Bridge))VOICE ONE:William Faulkner was born in New Albany, Mississippi, in eighteen-ninety-seven. His father worked for the railroad. William's great-grandfather had built it. His grandfather owned it. When the grandfather decided to sell the railroad, William's father moved his family thirty-five miles west to the city of Oxford. Growing up in Oxford, William Faulkner heard stories of the past from his grandmother and from a black woman who worked for his family. He heard more stories from old men in front of the courthouse, and from poor farmers sitting in front of a country store. You learn the stories, Faulkner says, without speech somehow from having been born and living beside them, with them, as children will and do. VOICE TWO:Faulkner was a good student. Yet by the time he was fifteen he had left school. Except for a year at the University of Mississippi at the end of World War One, that was the last of his official education. He took a number of jobs in Oxford, but did not stay with any of them. He began to think that he was a writer. Then in nineteen-eighteen the woman he loved married another man. Faulkner left Mississippi and joined the British Royal Flying Corps. He was sent to Canada to train to fight in World War One. The war ended before he could be sent to Europe. He returned to Oxford, walking with difficulty because of what he said was a "war wound. "VOICE ONE:At home Faulkner again moved from one job to the next. He wrote bad poetry, drew pictures that looked like other men's pictures, and wrote uninteresting stories. A book of his poetry, The Marble Faun, was published in nineteen-twenty-four. A year later he went to the Southern city of New Orleans, Louisiana. There he met the American writer, Sherwood Anderson. They became friends. Anderson told Faulkner to develop his own way of writing, and to use material from his own part of the country. He also told Faulkner he would find a publisher for the novel Faulkner was writing. But Anderson also told Faulkner that he would not the book. VOICE TWO:The book was called “Soldier's Pay.” It would not be remembered today if it were not for Faulkner's later work. The same could be said of Faulkner's next book, “Mosquitoes.” Money from these books made it possible for him to travel to Europe. He educated himself by ing a large number of modern writers. Among them was the Irish writer James Joyce. From him, Faulkner learned to write about people's inner thoughts. He also the books of the Austrian doctor, Sigmund Freud. From him, Faulkner learned some of the reasons people act in the strange way they often do. Instead of remaining in Paris, as many American writers did, Faulkner returned to Mississippi and began his serious writing. "I was trying," he said, "to put the history of mankind in one sentence. " Later he said, "I am still trying to do it, but now I want to put it all on the head of a pin. " He created Yoknapatawpha County and its people, and gave them a meaning far beyond their place and lives. ((MUSIC BRIDGE))VOICE ONE:In nineteen-twenty-nine Faulkner married Estelle Oldham, the woman he had loved since they were in school together. Her earlier marriage had failed. She had returned to Oxford with her two children. They bought an old ruined house and began the costly work of repairing it. Faulkner also took on the job of supporting the rest of his family. His letters from this time on are often full of talk about what he must do to support his family and to continue the repairs to his house. VOICE TWO:Faulkner's next book, “Sartoris,” presents almost all the ideas that he develops during the rest of his life. First, however, the book Faulkner wrote had to be cut by about twenty-five percent. Faulkner resisted. He said, if you grow a vegetable, you can cut it to look like something else, but it will be dead. Yet, when Faulkner the book after his editor cut it, he approved. He even cooperated in more re-shaping of the book. In “Sartoris,” Faulkner found his subject, his voice, and his area. He writes about the connection between an important Southern family and the local community. He describes how the Sartoris family seems to help in its own destruction. VOICE ONE:In the next seven years, between nineteen-twenty-nine and nineteen-thirty-six, he seemed to re-invent the novel with every book he wrote. "Get it down," he said. "Take chances. It may be bad, but that's the only way you can do anything good. "At that time, most novels about the South described a land that never existed. After Faulkner, few northerners were brave enough to write about a South they did not know. And no serious Southern writer was willing to describe a South that did not exist. (THEME)VOICE TWO:This program was written by Richard Thorman. It was produced by Lawan Davis. I'm Steve Ember. VOICE ONE:And I'm Faith Lapidus. Join us again next week for the rest of the story about William Faulkner on People in America in VOA Special English. ((THEME)) Article/200802/28032。

Mommy is Hitting the Bottle妈妈在砸瓶子A woman was trying hard to get the catsup to come out of the bottle. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her four-year-old daughter to answer the phone. The child said, "Mommy can't come to the phone right now. She's hitting the bottle."一个妇人正在使劲打开番茄酱的瓶子。这时,电话铃响了,她叫四岁的女儿去接电话。小孩说:“妈妈现在不能接电话,她在砸瓶子。” Article/200804/34633。

Isn’t food one of life’s greatest pleasures? Do you know anyone who doesn’t like food? I don’t. There is so much delicious food in the world. You could spend a whole lifetime eating a different dish every day. What’s the tastiest food in the world? This is a very difficult question to answer. My taste in food keeps changing. Sometimes my favourite is a dessert, but then I change my mind and go for a spicy curry. It’s great that countries have so many different dishes. Do you think your national dish is best? Nowadays we have to be careful about what we eat. Fast food is not good for us. We need to focus more on healthy food. Maybe we have to be more careful in the future. Make sure the food you eat is good for you. Article/201104/132968。

Everyone needs a pet. It's really cool to look after an animal of some kind, or even a bird or insect. I've always had pets. When I grew up, we had three dogs, five cats, a tortoise and loads of rabbits. I lost count of the number of rabbits we had. Pets are really important for kids. Looking after a pet teaches the child responsibility. It's cute looking at the way children play with their pets. They always seem to have so much fun. I wonder if pets like being pets. I think if I were a dog, it'd be a good life to be a pet. I get all my food given to me, I have somewhere warm and dry to sleep and I get to run and play lots. I suppose if you had a bad owner, that wouldn't be good. One day I want an unusual pet like a tarantula or a scorpion. Article/201106/142389。

Harry woke at five o#39;clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn#39;t want to walk into the station in his wizard#39;s robes ; he#39;d change on the train. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Hedwig was shut safely in her cage, and then paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up. Two hours later, Harry#39;s huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys#39; car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry, and they had set off.哈利第二天一早五点钟就醒了,又兴奋又紧张再难成眠。他起床穿上牛仔裤;;他可不想穿着巫师袍走进车站;;那袍子是在车上才换的。他再次核对了清单以确认万事俱备,检查了锁着海维的小笼子以确保它的安全,然后便在房间里踱起了方步,就等着杜斯利这一家人睡醒了。两小时后,哈利那又太又沉的皮箱被装上了杜斯利家的车,帕尤尼亚姨妈也说了达德里,让他坐在哈利旁边。于是,他们出发了。They reached King#39;s Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry#39;s trunk onto a cart and wheeled it into the station for him. Harry thought this was strangely kind until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face.十点半,到了国王大道。维能将哈利的皮箱放在一个小推车上并帮他送进车站。哈利一直觉得姨妈这家人好心得出奇,直到维能姨丈脸带令人作呕的奸笑朝着站台一动不动地站在那里为止。;Well, there you are, boy. Platform nine ; platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don#39;t seem to have built it yet, do they?;;好了,傻小子,你到了。第九站;;第十站台。你的站台应该在中间吧,不过好像还没有动工喔,你说是不是。;He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all.当然,他说得一点没错。一个站台上方赫然有一个大大的塑料制的数字;9;旁边站台上方则是;10;,而他们中间,什么都没有。;Have a good term,; said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Harry turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three of them were laughing. Harry#39;s mouth went rather dry. What on earth was he going to do? He was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig. He#39;d have to ask someone.;玩得开心一点喔。;维能说着,脸上露出更为委琐的笑容。接着,他一声不吭地走了,哈利回过头,看着杜斯利一家三口驾车离开,一路上还前仰后合地嘲笑着他,哈利感到非常口干。究竟该做什么呢?他和海维开始引来旁人好奇的目光。他得找人问问。He stopped a passing guard, but didn#39;t dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry couldn#39;t even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o#39;clock, but the guard said there wasn#39;t one. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. Harry was now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large owl.他拦住了一名路过的警卫,却不敢提及;九又四分之三站台;。那个警卫从没听说霍格瓦彻这地方,所以当哈利甚至说不出这地方大致是在哪个方位时,他开始不耐烦了,认为哈利一定是在装疯卖傻捉弄他。哈利开始感到绝望了。他向警卫询问十一点开出的列车,却被告知根本没有这趟车。最后,那警卫口中骂骂咧咧地走开了,哈利尽力不让自己惊慌失措。列车进出站时间表上方的大钟告诉他,他只剩十分钟去搭上开往霍格瓦彻的列车,但他仍全然不知该如何才能办到。他现在所能做的,就只有手里拎着那几乎重得提不起的皮箱,兜里揣着大把的魔幻钞票,和他那只大猫头鹰朋友一起傻站在站台中央。Hagrid must have forgotten to tell him something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. He wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket inspector#39;s stand between platforms nine and ten.哈格力一定是忘了告诉他一些一定要做的事,比如说,要敲敲左边第三块砖才能进人戴阿富道。他纳闷是否应该拿出魔杖在第九、十两个站台间的车票箱上敲一敲。。

CHAPTER XIXAn Opinion WORN out by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post. On the tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the shining of the sun into the room where a heavy slumber had overtaken him when it was dark night. He rubbed his eyes and roused himself; but he doubted, when he had done so, whether he was not still asleep. For, going to the door of the Doctor's room and looking in, he perceived that the shoemaker's bench and tools were put aside again, and that the Doctor himself sat ing at the window. He was in his usual morning dress, and his face (which Mr. Lorry could distinctly see), though still very pale, was calmly studious and attentive. Even when he had satisfied himself that he was awake, Mr. Lorry felt giddily uncertain for some few moments whether the late shoemaking might not be a disturbed dream of his own; for, did not his eyes show him his friend before him in his accustomed clothing and aspect, and employed as usual; and was there any sign within their range, that the change of which he had so strong an impression had actually happened? It was but the inquiry of his first confusion and astonishment, the answer being obvious. If the impression were not produced by a real corresponding and sufficient cause, how came he, Jarvis Lorry, there? How came he to have fallen asleep, in his clothes, on the sofa in Dr. Manette's consulting-room, and to be debating these points outside the Doctor's bedroom door in the early morning? Within a few minutes, Miss Pross stood whispering at his side. If he had had any particle of doubt left, her talk would of necessity have resolved it; but he was by that time clearheaded, and had none. He advised that they should let the time go by until the regular breakfast-hour, and should then meet the Doctor as if nothing unusual had occurred. If he appeared to be in his customary state of mind, Mr. Lorry would then cautiously proceed to seek direction and guidance from the opinion he had been, in his anxiety, so anxious to obtain. Miss Pross submitting herself to his judgment, the scheme was worked out with care. Having abundance of time for his usual methodical toilette, Mr. Lorry presented himself at the breakfast-hour in his usual white linen, and with his usual neat leg. The Doctor was summoned in the usual way, and came to breakfast. So far as it was possible to comprehend him without overstepping those delicate and gradual approaches which Mr. Lorry felt to be the only safe advance, he at first supposed that his daughter's marriage had taken place yesterday. An incidental allusion, purposely thrown out, to the day of the week, and the day of the month, set him thinking and counting, and evidently made him uneasy. In all other respects, however, he was so composedly himself, that Mr. Lorry determined to have the aid he sought. And that aid was his own. Therefore, when the breakfast was done and cleared away, and he and the Doctor were left together, Mr. Lorry said, feelingly: `My dear Manette, I am anxious to have your opinion, in confidence, on a very curious case in which I am deeply interested; that is to say, it is very curious to me; perhaps, to your better information it may be less so.' Glancing at his hands, which were discoloured by his late work, the Doctor looked troubled, and listened attentively. He had aly glanced at his hands more than once. `Doctor Manette,' said Mr. Lorry, touching him affectionately on the arm, `the case is the case of a particularly dear friend of mine. Pray give your mind to it, and advise me well for his sake--and above all, for his daughter's--his daughter's, my dear Manette.' `If I understand,' said the Doctor, in a subdued tone, `some mental shock---?' `Yes!' `Be explicit,' said the Doctor. `Spare no detail.' Mr. Lorry saw that they understood one another, and proceeded. `My dear Manette, it is the case of an old and a prolonged shock, of great acuteness and severity to the affections, the feelings, the--the--as you express it--the mind. The mind. It is the case of a shock under which the sufferer was borne down, one cannot say for how long, because I believe he cannot calculate the time himself, and there are no other means of getting at it. It is the case of a shock from which the sufferer recovered, by a process that he cannot trace himself--as I once heard him publicly relate in a striking manner. It is the case of a shock from which he has recovered, so completely, as to be a highly intelligent man, capable of close application of mind, and great exertion of body, and of constantly making fresh additions to his stock of knowledge, which was aly very large. But, unfortunately, there has been'--he paused add took a deep breath--`a slight relapse.' The Doctor, in a low voice, asked, `Of how long duration?' `Nine days and nights.' `How did it show itself? I infer,' glancing at his hands again, `in the resumption of some old pursuit connected with the shock?' Article/200904/67526。