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發表於 2009-9-28 21:12
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http://ishare.iask.sina.com.cn/f/5708870.html就是这本书卡森·麦卡勒斯：伤心咖啡馆之歌.pdf
我上传给别人下载的，你也可以下载试试，翻到当中的英文版ocr一下就知道会怎么样了！！！ ...
唐卫 發表於 2009-9-26 18:50 
The town itself is dreary; not much is there except the cotton-mill,
the two-room houses where the workers live, a few peach trees, a church
with two coloured windows, and a miserable main street only a hundred
yards long. On Saturdays the tenants from the near-by fanns come in
for a day of talk and trade. Otherwise the town is lonesome, sad, and like
a place that is far off and estranged from all other places in the world.
The nearest train stop is Society City, and the Greyhound and White Bus
Lines use the Forks Falls Road which is three miles away. The winters
here are short and raw, the summers white with glare and fiery hot.
If you walk along the main street on an August afternoon there is
nothing whatsoever to do. The largest building, in the very centre of the
town, is boarded up completely and leans so far to the right that it seems
bound to collapse at any minute. The house is very old. There is about it a
curious, cracked look that is very puzzling until you suddenly realize that at
one time, and long ago, the right side of the front porch had been painted,
and part of the wall - but the painting was left unfinished and one portion of
the house is darker and dingier than the other. The building looks completely
deserted. Nevertheless, on the second floor there is one window
which is not boarded; sometimes in the late afternoon when the heat is at
its worst a hand will slowly open the shutter and a face will look down on
the town. It is a face like the terrible dim faces known in dreams-sexless
and white, with two grey crossed eyes which are turned inward so sharply
that they seem to be exchanging with each other one long and secret gaze
of grief. 'The face lingers at the window for an hour or so, then the shutters
are closed once more, and as likely as not there will not be another soul to
be seen along the main street These August afternoons - when your shift
is finished there is absolutely nothing to do; you might as well walk down
to the Forks Falls Road and listen to the chain gang.
However, here in this very town there was once a cafe. And this old
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