英語專業八級考試培訓教程·翻譯

2021年3月6日星期六祝福午安 天氣晴朗 氣溫19℃ 《翻譯（英語專業八級考試培訓教程）》 這是一本很值得閱讀的書 希望我可以花點時間學習 欣賞文學經典 The weather of summer is hot, while winter is cold and dreary. Both of these seasons are not for us to study. In the time of autumn, cold winds which are not at all pleasant generally blow. But spring has none of these drawbacks; the flowers bloom, the woods and grasses grow luxuriantly. The weather is mild and the air is balmy. In fact, this season seems full of good things and better fitted to be the time for doing something. 參考譯文：夏季炎熱，冬季陰冷，此兩季均不適宜讀書。秋日來臨，寒風颯颯，一點也不令人喜悅。但是春天毫無這些缺憾，百花盛開，草木茂盛，氣候溫和，春風和煦。事實上，這一季節似乎充滿美好的事物，且是更宜於工作的時間。 It was a summer afternoon. The clear blue sky was dotted with fluttering larks. The wind was still, as if it listened to their gentle singing. From the shining earth a faint smoke arose, like incense, shaken from invisible thuribles in a rhapsody of joy by hosts of unseen spirits. Such peace had fallen on the world! It seemed there was nothing but love and beauty everywhere; fragrant summer air and the laughter of happy birds. Everything listened to the singing larks in brooding thoughtlessness. Yea, even the horned snails lay stretched out on grey stones with their houses on their backs. There was no loud sound. Nothing asserted its size in a brutal tumult of wind and thunder. Nothing swaggered with a raucous noise to disarrange the perfect harmony. Even the tiny insects mounting the blades of grass with slow feet were giants in themselves and things of pride to nature. 參考譯文：那是個夏日的午後。天氣晴朗，碧空裏星星點點的雲雀在翩翩飛舞。風很靜，似乎在傾聽着雲雀柔美的歌聲。熠熠閃光的大地上升起一縷青煙，彷彿爐香繚繞，大羣無影無蹤的精靈正在興高采烈地搖晃着無形的香爐。寧靜籠罩着整個大地！好像到處都充滿着愛和美；夏日的芬芳陣陣襲來，歡快的小鳥啁啾婉轉。周圍的一切都忘情地靜聽着雲雀的歌唱。可不是嗎，就連長着觸角的蝸牛也馱着各自的窩棚，在青石上伸展開來。四周聽不見什麼喧鬧聲。沒有任何東西以風嘯雷鳴般的喧囂顯示其威勢。沒有任何東西以粗啞刺耳的嗓音擾亂這完美的和諧。 就連緩緩爬到草葉上的小蟲也成了自行其是的龐然大物，也是大自然的傑作。 And nobody replied. But surely the larks no longer sang happily. Now the sky became immense. The world became immense, an empty dangerous vastness. And the music of the fluttering birds had an eerie lilt to it. So they felt; all except the toddling child, who still came innocently to his mother, bringing little weeds as gifts. Suddenly the merry cries of children mingled with the triumphant singing of the larks. They all paused and stood erect. Two little girls were running up the lane towards the field. Between the winding fences of the narrow lane they saw the darting white pinafores and the bobbing golden heads of the running girls. Their golden heads flashed in the sunlight. They came running, crying out joyously in trilling girlish voices. They were the two remaining children. They were coming home from school. 參考譯文：誰也沒搭腔。但是不消說，雲雀唱得也不歡了。一下子天空一片蒼茫。大地一片蒼茫，空曠裏透出不祥。飛鳥的歌聲聽着也有點瘮人。大家都感覺到了；只有那個學步的孩子什麼也不懂，還在給母親送去一把一把的小草。忽然傳來了孩子的歡叫聲，夾雜着雲雀的凱歌聲。大家放下手裏的活，直起了腰。兩個小姑娘沿着田壟朝地裏跑來。她們奔跑在蜿蜒的籬笆間，在那條窄道上，只見連身白圍裙前後飛動，一頭金髮上下跳動。金髮在陽光下閃閃發光。她們邊跑邊喊，那少女的顫音好不歡快。她們是這家的另外兩個孩子，剛剛放學回家。 Thoughts in Westminster Abbey When I am in a serious humour, I very often walk by myself in Westminster Abbey; where the gloominess of the place, and the use which it is applied, with the solemnity of the building, and the condition of the people who lie in it, are apt to fill the mind with a kind of melancholy, or rather thoughtfulness, that is not disagreeable. I yesterday passed a whole afternoon in the churchyard, the cloisters, and the church, amusing myself with the tombstones and inscriptions that I met with in those several regions of the dead. Most of them recorded nothing else of the buried person, but that he was born upon one day, and died upon another: the whole history of his life being comprehended in those two circumstances, which are common to all mankind. I could not but look upon these regis­ters of existence, whether of brass or marble, as a kind of satire upon the departed persons; who had left no other memorial of them, but that they were born and that they died. They put me in mind of several persons mentioned in the battles of heroic poems, who have sounding names given them, for no other reason but that they may be killed, and are celebrated for nothing but being knocked on the head. The life of these men is finely described in holy writ by “the path of an arrow”, which is immediately closed up and lost. Upon my going into the church, I entertained myself with the digging of a grave; and saw in every shovelful of it that was thrown up, the fragment of a bone or skull intermixt with a kind of fresh mouldering earth, that some time or other had a place in the composition of a human body. Upon this I began to consider with myself what innumerable multitudes of people lay confused together un­der the pavement of that ancient cathedral; how men and women, friends, and enemies, priests and soldiers, monks and prebendaries, were crumbled amongst one another, and blended together in the same common mass; how beauty, strength, and youth, with old age, weakness and deformity, lay undistinguished in the same promiscuous heap of matter. 參考譯文： 威斯敏斯特教堂內的遐想 每當心情沉重的時候，我總是獨自一人去威斯敏斯特教堂；那裏肅穆的氣氛，教堂特有的神職，莊重的建築，在那裏安息的人們的身份地位，無不給人的心裏注滿一種憂鬱，或不妨說令人沉思，令人欣然。昨天我在教堂草地、迴廊和教堂裏度過了整整一個下午，在好幾個墓區裏，打量墓碑和碑文，聊以自娛。大部分的墓碑上只刻着死者姓名和生卒年月：人們對其一生的瞭解也只在於人類所共有的生死兩字。對於那些逝去的人們的生死記錄，不管是刻在銅牌上還是刻在大理石碑上，我都不由自主地將它們看作是對死者的一種諷刺；他們沒有留下任何別的記錄，只是生與死。他們使我想到了英雄詩歌中描寫戰爭時提到的幾個人物，他們有響亮的名字，不爲別的原因，只是因爲他們可能戰死沙場，只是因爲他們犧牲的壯烈而被人紀念。聖經中的句子“如箭飛過”恰如其分地描寫了這些人的一生：一閃而過，不見蹤影。 我走進教堂，觀看別人挖一座墳墓；只見挖出來的每一鏟新的腐土中，都混雜着骨頭或頭顱的碎塊，曾幾何時，這些碎塊還是人身體的一部分呢。看見這個情景，我暗自思忖，在這座古老的大教堂的甬路底下，混埋着何等衆多的人啊；男人和女人，朋友和敵人，牧師和士兵，修士和受俸牧師，全都變成了碎塊，混在一起；美麗、強壯、年輕的人和年老、力衰、畸形的人，毫無區別地混爲黃土一堆。 What I Have Lived For —Bertrand Russell Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair. I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy—ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness—that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what—at last—I have found. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved. Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me. 參考譯文： 一生何求？ ——伯特蘭·羅素 有三種簡單然而無比強烈的激情左右了我的一生：對愛的渴望，對知識的探索和對人類苦難的難以忍受的憐憫。這些激情像巨風，無處不在、反覆無常地吹拂着我，吹過深重的苦海，瀕於絕境。 我尋找愛，首先是因爲它使人心醉神迷——這種陶醉是如此的美妙，使我願意犧牲所有的餘生去換取幾個小時這樣的欣喜。我尋找愛，還因爲它解除孤獨——在可怕的孤獨中，一顆顫抖的靈魂從世界的邊緣看到冰冷、無底、死寂的深淵。最後，我尋找愛，還因爲在愛的交融中，神祕而又具體而微地，我看到了聖賢和詩人們想象出的天堂的前景。這就是我所尋找的，而且，雖然對人生來說似乎過於美妙，這也是我終於找到了的。 以同樣的激情我探索知識。我希望能夠理解人類的心靈。我希望能夠知道羣星爲何閃爍。我試圖領悟畢達哥拉斯所景仰的數字力量，它支配着此消彼長。僅在不大的一定程度上，我達到了此目的。 愛和知識，只要有可能，通向着天堂。但是憐憫總把我帶回塵世。痛苦呼喊的回聲迴盪在我的內心。忍飢挨餓的孩子，慘遭壓迫者摧殘的受害者，被兒女們視爲可憎的負擔的無助的老人，連同這整個充滿了孤獨、貧窮和痛苦的世界，使人類所應有的生活成爲了笑柄。我渴望能夠減少邪惡，但是我無能爲力，而且我自己也在忍受折磨。 這就是我的一生。我發現它值得一過。如果再給我一次機會，我會很高興地再活它一次。 But if the open air and adventure mean everything to Defoe they mean nothing to Jane Austen. Hers is the drawing room and people talking and by the many mirrors of their talk revealing their characters. And if, when we have accustomed ourselves to the drawing room and its reflections, we turn to Hardy……

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看了一點點，不理解爲什麼簡單的直譯和意譯這種表達要用抽象成語代替，然後再解釋用這個成語多麼合適貼切。像多繞一個彎很彆扭。

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