SELECTION 1
At seventeen we were disillusinoned and weary. In the midst of basketball puppylove and discussions of life - washed down with chocolate sodas o warm afternoons we had come to question almost everything we were taught at home and in school. Religion we had argued about it so much, Catholics against agnostics against luthereans against Christian Scientists, that we were all converted to indifferentism. MOrality, which we indentifield with chasteness, was a lie told to our bodies. Our studies were useless or misdirected, especially our studies in English lietrature: the authors we were unpleasant to our palate: the had the taste of chlorinated water.
We were still too immature to understand the doctrine of complete despair about the modern world that would later, be advanced by the followers of T.S. Eliot, but we shared in the mood that lay behind them. During the brief moments we devoted to the fate of mankind in general, we suffered from a sense of oppression. We felt that the world was rigorously controlled by scientific laws of which we had no grasp, that our lives were directed by Puritan Standards that were not our own, that society in General was terribly secure, unexciting, middle class, a vast reflection of the families from which we came. Society obeyed the impersonal law of progress. Cities expanded relentlessly year by year, fortunes grew larger, more and more automobiles appeared in the streets; people were wiser and better than their ancestors - eventually, by automatic stages, we should reach an intolerable utopia of dull citizens, without crime or suffering or drama. The progression, of course, might be reversed. The period in which we were living might be reversed. But the decay of society was psychologically equivalent to tis progress: both were automatic processes that we our selves could neither hasten nor retare. Society was something alien, which our lives and writings could never affect "it was a sort of parlor can in which we rode, over smooth trackd, toward a destination we should never have chosen for ourselves.
(Cf. MALCOLM COWLEY)
SELECTIONS 2
Friends again, yet aware that they could meet no more, Aziz and Fielding went for their last ride in the Mau jungles. The floods had abaated and the Rajah was officially dead, so the Guest House party were depart-ing next morning, as decorum repuired. What with the mourning and the festival, the visit was a failure. Fielding had scarcely seen Godbole, who promised every day to show him over the King-Emperor George Fifth Highschool, his main objective, but always made some excuse. . This sfternoon Aziz let out what had happened: the King Emperor had been converted into a granory, and the Miniser of Education did not like to admit this to his foremr Principal. The school had been opened last year by the Agent to the Goent to the Governor - General, and it stull flourushed on phper; he hoped to startit aganin before ots absende was remarked and to collect its scholara before they produced chidren of energy, but he did not travel as lightly as in the past education was a continuous concern to him, because his income and the comfort of his family depended on it. He knew that few Indians think education good in itself and he deplored this now on the wdest grounds He began to say something heavy on the subject of Native States, but the friendliness of Aziz distracted him. This reconciliation was a success, anyhow After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened.
(cf . e. m. forster, Apassage into India, 1960).
SELECTIONS 3
The mystery of the primeral world! She could feel it now in all its shadowy, furious magnificence. She knew now what was the black, glinting look in Cipriano's elyes. She could understand marrying him, now. In the shadowy world wher men were visionless, and winds of fury rose up form the earth, Cipriano was still a power. Once you entered his mystery the scale of all things changed, and he became a living male power, undefined, and unconfined. The smallness, the limitations ceased to esist. In his black, glinting eyes the power was limitless, and it was as if, from him from his body of blood could rise up that pillar of coud which swayed and swung, like a rearing serpent or a rising tree, till it swept thw zenith, and all the earth below was dark and prone, and consummated. Those small hands, that little natural turt of black goats' beard hanging light from his chin, the tilt of his brows and the slight slant of his eyes, the domed Indian head with its thick black hair, they were like symbols to her, of another mystery, the bygone mystery of the twilit, primitive world, where shapes that are small suddenly loom up huge, gigantic on the shadow, and a face like Cipriano's is the face at once of a god and a devil, the undying Pan face. The bygone mystery, that has in deed gone, by but has not passed away.Never shall pass away.
As he sat in silence, casting the old, twilit Panpower over her, she felt herself submitting, succumbing. He was once more the old dominant male, shadowy intangible, looming suddenly tall, and covering the sky, making a darkness that was himself and nothing but himself, the Pan male. And she was swooned prone beneath, perfect in her pronenss.
(Cf. D. H. LAWRENCE, The Plumed Serpent, 1966)
NOTES
Selection 1
Disillusioned
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Vỡ mộng
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weary
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Mệt mỏi, chán ngán
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puppy love
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Tình yêu mới lớn
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washed down with chocolate sodas
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được tắm gội trong thứ nước xô đa giải khát bình dân
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agnostics
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Người theo thuyết bất khả tri (bắt nguồn từ T. Huxley)
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luthereans
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Người theo giáo phái Tin lành của Martin Luther
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Christian Scientists
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Tín đồ giáo phái Ki- tô giáo khoa học
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converted to
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được cải giáo
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indifferentism
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Thái độ thờ ơ với tất cả mọi sự
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to identify
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đồng hoá
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chasteness
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Sự trinh bách
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a lie told to our bodies
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Mọpt lời dối trá về thân xác chúng tôi
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misdirected
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Bị hướng dẫn sai lệnh
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unpleasant to our palate
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Thật không hợp với khẩu vị chúng tôi
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chlorinated water
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Nước khử trùng bằng co-lo
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immature
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Non nớt, thiếu kinh nghiệm
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to share in the mood
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Chia xẻ cùng một tâm trạng
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to lay behind them
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Nằm đàng sau, chi phối những người đó
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to suffer
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đau khổ
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a sense of oppression
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Một cảm giác bị đàn áp
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rigorously controlled
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Bị chế ngự một cách khắc nghiệt
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we had no grasp
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Chúng tôi hiểu không chút gì
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Puritan standards
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Những tiêu chuẩn đạo lý khắc nghệt của Thanh giáo (puritanism)
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Unexciting
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Tẻ nhạt
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Middle class
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Giai cấp trung lưu tư sản
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impersonal
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Phi ngã, không có cá tính
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to expand
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Bành trướng, lan rộng
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relentlessly
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Một cách lạnh lùng, tàn nhẫn
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intolerable
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Không sao chịu đựng nổi
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utopia of dull citizens
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Một quốc gia không tưởng bao gồm các công dân trì độn
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reversed
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Tiến theo chiều ngược lại
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to resemble
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Giống như
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Five Good Emperors
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Năm vị minh quân
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upheavals
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Những sự xáo trộn
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catastrophes
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Tai biến, sự cố
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general decline
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Sự suy tàn chung
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the decay of society
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Sự mục nát xã hội
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psychologically
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Về phương diện tâm lý
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neither hasten nor retard
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Không thể đẩy mạnh cũng không thể trì hoãn lại được
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alien
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Xa lạ
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parlor - car
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Một toa xe lửa sang trọng
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destination
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Nơi đến, điểm đến
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Sclection 2
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to go for their last ride
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đi ngựa lần cuối cùng
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jungles
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Rừng râm
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to abate
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Giảm xuống
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officially
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Chính thức
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the Guest House party
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Những người dự tiệc ở nhà khách
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decorum
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Nghi lễ, nghi thức
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to show him over
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đưa anh đến thăm
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main objective
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Mục tiêu chính
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tolet out
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Tiết lộ
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granary
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Nhà chứa lúa
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Agent to the Governor General
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đại diện cho ngài Toàn quyền (ấn độ)
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to flourish on paper
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Chỉ phát triển trên giấy (ý nói báo cáo láo)
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to collect its scholars
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Thu nhận học viên
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before they produced children of theier own
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Trước khi chúng kịp anh con đàn cháu đống (ý nói quá trễ rồi)
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tangle
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Sự rối loạn, nát bét
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to deplore
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Than thở, ta thán
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on the widest grounds
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Vì những lý do xa xôi nhất
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something heavy
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Một điều gì đó gay gắt
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ro distract
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Làm quên khấy đi mất
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reconciliation
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Sự hoà giải
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funny shipwreck
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Cuộc đoạn giao buồn cười
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nonsense
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Trò ngớ ngẩn, vô duyên
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biotterness
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Sự chua chát, cay cú
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Sclection 3
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primeval world
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Cái thế giới sơ khai, hoang dã
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shadowy
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Mờ tối
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furious
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Sôi sục , cuồng loạn
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magnificence
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Vẻ huy hoàng rực rỡ
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glinting look
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Cái nhìn rực lửa
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visionless
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Không còn nhìn thấy được gì
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undefined
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Vô định, không thể xác định
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unconfined
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Vô hạn, không thể giới hạn
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limitless
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Vô tận
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pillar of cloud
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Cột mây
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to sway and swing
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đung đưa
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reasing serpent
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Rắn cuộn
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zenith
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Thiên đỉnh, tận tới cao
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prone
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Cúi mình phủ phục
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consummated
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Tưu thành viên mãn
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hanging light
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Phất phơ
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the tilt of his brows
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đôi lông mày hình cánh cung
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the slight slant of his eyes
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Cặp mắt hơi xếch
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the domed Indian head
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Cái đầu cao như mái vòm của người ấn
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the bygone mystery
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Một huyền nhiệm đã qua
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the twilit, primitive world
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Một thế giới nguyên thuỷ, mờ ảo
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to loom up huge
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Vươn lớn lên, trở nên đồ sộ
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gigantic
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Khổng lồ
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the undying Pan face
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Gương mặt bất diện của thần Pan
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to cast the old, twilit Pan - power over her
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Trùm phủ lên nàng sức mạnh tối tăm cổ xưa của thần Pan (vị thần hoang dã Hy lap)
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submitting
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Thần phục
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succumbing
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Quy phục, chiu phép
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dominant
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Ngự tri, thống trị
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intantgible
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Vô hình
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to swoon
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Như say ngất đi
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proneness
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Sự phủ phục
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LELECTION 4
"Yes, of couse, if it's fine tomorrow,"said Mrs. Ramsay. "But you'll have to be up with the lark " she added.
To her son these words conveyed an extraordinary joy, as if it were settled the expedition were bound to take place, and the wonder to which he had looked forward, for years and years it seemed, was, after night's after a night's darkness and a day's sail, withim touch. Since he belonged, even at the age of six, to that great clan which cannot keep this feeling separate from that, but must let future prospects, with their joys and sorrows, cloud what is actuallys at hand, since to such people even in earliest childhood any turn in the wheel of sensation has the power to crystallize and transfix the moment upon which its gloom or radiance rests, James Ramsay, sitting on the floor cutting out pictures form the inlustrated catalogye of the Army and Navy stores, endowed the picture of a refrigerator as his mother spoke with heavenly bliss. It was fringed with joy. The wheelbarrow, the law mower, the sound of poplar trees, leaves whitening before rain, rooks cawing, brooms knocking, dresses rustling all these were so coloured and distinguished in his mind that he had already his private code, his secret language, though he appeared the image of stark and uncompromising severity, with his high forehead, and his fierce blue eyes, impccably candid and pure, frowning slightly at the sight of human frailty, so that his mother, watching him guide his scissors neatly round the refrigerator, imgined him all red and ermine on the Bench or directing a stern and momentous enterprise in some crisis of public affairs.
(Cf. VIRGINIA WOOLF, To the Lighthous)
SELECTION 5
After a while, however, in the midwatches of the night, behind thick walls and bolted doors and shuttered windows, it Cameron to me full flood at last in confessions of unutterable despair. I don't know why it was that people so unburdened themselves to me, a stanger, unless it was because they knew the love I bore them and their land. They seemed to feel a desperate need to tald to someone who would understand. The thing was pent up in them, and my sympathy for all things German had burst the dam of their reserve and caution. Their tales of woe and fear un - speakable gushed forth and beat upon my ears. They told me stories of their friends and relatives who had said unguarded things in public and disappeared without a trace, stories of the Gestapo stories of neighbor's quarrels and petty personal spite turned into political persecution stories of concentration camps and pogroms, stories of rich Jews stripped and beaten and robbed of everything they had curd then denied the right to earn a pauper's wage, stories of well - bred Jewesses despoiled and turned out of their homes and forced to kneel and scrub off anti - Nazi slogans scribbled on the side walks while young barbarians dressed like soldiers fromed a ring and prodded them with bayonets and made the quiet places echo with the shameless laughter of their mockery. It was a picture of the Dark Ages come agam - shocking beyond belief but true as the hell that man forever created for himself.
Thus it was that the corruption of man's living faith and the inferno of his buried anguish came to me and I recognized at last, in all its frightful aspects, the spiritual disense which was poisoning unto death, a noble and a might people.
(Cf. THOMAS WOLFE, You can't go home Again)
SELECTION 6
He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from under stare which made you think of a charging bull. His voice was deep loud, and his manner displayed a kind of dogged selfassertion which had nothing aggressive in it . It seemed a necessity, and it was directed apparently as much at himself as at anybody else. He was spotlessly neat, apparelled in immaculate white from shoes to hat, and in the various Eastern ports where he got his living as shipchandler's waterclerk he was very popular.
A water - clerk need not pass an examination in anything under the sun, but he must have ability in the abstract and demonstrate it practically. His work consists in racing under sail, steam? Or oars against other water - clerks for any ship about to anchor, greeting her captain cheerily, forcing upon him a card - the business card of the shipchandler- and on his firs visit on shoer piloting him firmly but without ostentation to a vast, cavern-like shop which is full, of things that are eaten and drunk on board ship where you can get everything to make her seaworthy and beautiful, from aset of chain - hooks for cable to a book of gold-leafdor the carvings of her stern and where com-mander is received like a brothr by a shipchandler he has never seen before. There is a cool pareour, easy-chairs, bottles, cigars, writing implements, a copy that melts the salt of a three months' passage out of a seaman's heart. The connection thus bogun is kept up, as long as the ship remains in harbour, by the daily visits of the water - clerk. To the captian he is faithful like a friend and attentive like a son, with the patience of Job, the unselfish devotion of a woman, and the jollity of a boon companion.
(Cf. JOSEPH CONRAD, Lord Jim )
Selection 4
To be up with the lark
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Thức dậy cùng lúc với chim sơn ca (thức dậy rất sơm)
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To convey
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Chất chứa, mang theo
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extraordinary
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Sâu xa, phi thường, khó tả
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to be settled
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Quyết định
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the expedition
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Cuộc viễn trinh
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bound to take place
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Chắc chắn sẽ được thực hiện
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a night's darkness
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Một đêm ngủ
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a day's sail
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một ngày đi thyền
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within touch
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Nằm trong tầm tay với
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clan
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Số người (đặc biệt)
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prospects
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Dự tính, kế hoạch
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to cloud what is actually at hand
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Che mờ đi những gì trong giờ phút hiện tại
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any turn in the wheel of sensation
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Bất cứ một sự thay đổi cảm giác nhỏ nhặt nào
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to crystallize
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Kết tinh
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to transfix
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Cố định
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illustrated catalogue
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Sách trình bày hàng mẫu
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to endow the picture of a refrigerator
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đang cắt một tấm kính tủ lạnh ở sách ra.
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heavenly bliss
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Niềm vĩnh phúc tuyệt vời, niềm lạc phúc thiên đường
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It was fringed with joy
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Nó (ở đây là bức tranh) được niềm vui bao bọc (viền xung quanh)
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Wheel barrow
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Xe đẩy
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lawn - mower
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Máy xén có ở sân
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poplar trees
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Hàng cây bạch dương
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leaves whitening before rain
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Những chiếc là trắng xoá trước cơn mưa
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rooks
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Quạ
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to caw
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Kêu (qụa kêu)
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brooms
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Chổi
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knocking
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Khua loẹt xoẹt
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dresses rustling
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áo quần kêu sột soạt
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private code
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Một thứ ngôn ngữ riêng
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stark and uncompromising severity
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Một sự nghiêm nghị cứng rắn và không khoan nhượng
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impeccably candid
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Thẳng thắn không chê trách vào đâu được
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frowning slightly at the sight of human frailty
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Hẽ cau mày khi nhìn khẩy sự yếu đuối của con người
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neatly
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Một cách khéo léo
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all red and ermine on the Bench
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Oai phong như ông toà đang ngồi xử kiện
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stern and momentous enterprise
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Một công tác nghiêm túc và quan trọng
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Seletion 5
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the midwatches of the night
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Vào lúc giữa đêm
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boled door
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Cửa gài then chặt
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shuttered windows
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Cửa sô được buông cửa chớp xuống
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It came to me in full flood
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điều đó tuôn trào ào ạt ra với tôi
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confessions
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Những lời thú nhận
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unutterable despair
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Sự tuyệt vọng vô bờ bến
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to unburden oneself
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Tâm sự, trút nỗi lòng
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a desperate need
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Một nhu cầu bức thiết
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to be pent up in
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Chôn chặt, chất chứa trong
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to burst the dam of reserve and caution
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Phá tan cái bờ đê ngăn cách và thận trọng woe: sự đau khổ
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unspeakable
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Không thể diễn tả được
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to gust forth
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Tuôn trào như suối
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to beat upon my ears
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Xoáy sâu vào tâm hồn tôi
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unguarded things
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Những điều hớ hênh
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without a trace
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Không một dấu vết
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the Gestapo
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Mật vụ Ðức Quốc xã (tiếng đức : Geheime Staatspolizei)
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petty personal spite
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Một sự hằn học cá nhân ti tiện
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political persecution
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Sự bức hại về chính trị
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concentration camps
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Trại tập trung
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pogroms
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Sự tàn sát người do thái
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stripped
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Bị lột truồng
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beaten
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bị đánh đập
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robbled
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Bị tước đoạt
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to earn a pauper's wage
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Kiếm được chút tiền như một thằng mạt nhất
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well - bred
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Gia đình tử tế, có ăn học
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despoiled
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Bị cướp bóc, tước đoạt
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to scrub off
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Chùi sạch
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anti - Nazi slogans
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Những khẩu hiệu chống quốc xã
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barbarians
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Viết nguệch ngoạc
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to prod them with bayonets
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Những kẻ man rợ dùng lưỡi lê thúc vào người họ
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shameless laughter
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Tiếng cười bỉ ổi
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mockery
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Sự chế nhạo
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shocking beyond belief
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Khủng khiếp đến mức không tin được
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corruption
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Sự huỷ hoại dần, sự đổi truỵ hoá
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living faith
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Niềm tin sống động
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inferno
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địa ngục
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buried anguish
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Niềm đau khổ được chôn kín
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to poison unto death
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đầu độc dần dần đến chết
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Selection 6
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powerfully built
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vóc dáng khoẻ mạnh
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to advance straight at a slight stoop of the shoulders
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đi thẳng về phía đôi vai hơi gù
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fixed from - under stare
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cái nhìn chăm chú
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charging bull
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con bò mộng sắp tấn công
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to display
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bộc lộ ra
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dogged self - arsestion
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sự tự khẳng định một cách quyết liệt
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aggressive
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hung hãn, dữ dằn
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apparently
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có vẻ như
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spotlessly neat
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tươm tất (không một vết bẩn)
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apparelled in immaculate white
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quần áo trắng tinh
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ship - chandler
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công ty cung ứng đồ trang bị cho tàu biển
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water - clerk popular
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thư ký hàng hải được nhiều người ưa thích
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to demonstrate it practically
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chứng minh điều đó trong thực tế
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to race
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chạy đua
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oars
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mái chèo
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to force upon
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dúi tay vào
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to pilot
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hướng dẫn
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ostentation
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sự vênh váo, hợm hĩnh
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cavern - like
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giống như cái hang
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to make her seaworthy
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làm cho con tàu có thể lướt sóng ra khơi được
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chain - hooks
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móc xích ( dành cho dây cáp tàu)
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a book of gold - leaf
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một tập vàng lá
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the carvings
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đồ trang trí khảm vào gỗ
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stern
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đuôi tàu
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a ship - chandler
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người phụ trách cung ứng thiết bị cho tàu biển
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easy - chairs
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ghế ngồi thoải mái
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writing implements
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văn phòng phẩm
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a copy of harbour regulations
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một tập điều lệ cảng
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to melt the salt
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làm tan chất muối
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connection
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mối quan hệ
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attentive
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lưu tâm chăm sóc
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the patience of Job
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sự kiên nhanã của Job ( hết sức kiên nhẫn, Job là một nhân vật trong Thánh kinh)
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Unselfish
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vô tư, không vụ lợi
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Devotion
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sự tận tuỵ, trung thành
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Jollity
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sự vui tính
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bool campanion
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người đồng hành vui tính
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SELECTION 7
He squatted beside the window, staring out, and behind his back came.
The muffled sound of small girls going to bed. It brought it home to one - to have had a hero in the house, thought it had only been for twentyfour hours. And he was the last. There were no more priests and no more heroes. He listened resentfully to the sound of booted feet coming up the pavement. Ordinary life pressed round him. He got down from the window - seat and picked up his candle - Zapata. Villa, Madero and the rest, they were all dead, and its was people like the man out there who killed them. He felt deceived.
The lieutenant came along the pavement: there was something brsk and stubborn about his walk, as if he was saying at every step. "I have done what I have done". He looked in at the boy holding the candle with a look of indecrsive recognition. He said to himself. "I would do much more for him and them, much more, life is never going to be again for them what it as for me," but the dynamic love which used to move his trigger-finger felt flat and dead. Of course, he told himself, it willcome back. It was like love of a woman and went in cycles he had satisfed himself that morning, that was all. This was satiety. He smiled painfully at the child through the window and said, "Buenas noches."
The boy was looking at his revolver - holsteer and he remembered an incident in the plaza when he had allowed a child to touch his gun - perhaps this boy. He smiled again and touched it too - to show he remem - bered, and the boy crinkied up his face and spat through the wundow bare , accurately, so that a little blob of spittle lay on the revolver-butt.
(CF. GRAHAM GREENE, THE POWER and The Glory)
SELECTION 8
I spent my Saturday nights in New York, because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were with me so vividly I could still hear the music and the laughter, faint and incessant from his garden, and the cars going up and down his drive. One night I did hear a materialcar there, and saw its lightss sto at his front steps. But Ididn't investigate. Probablyit was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn't know that the pharty was ocer.
On the last night, wuth may trunk packd and my car sold to thegrocer, I went over and looked at the huge incoherent failure of a house once more. On the while steps an obscene word, scrawled-by some boy wuth a piece of brich stood out clearlyin the moon light, and I erased it, drawing my shoe raspingly along the stone. Then I wandered down to the beach and sprawled out on the sand.
Most of the big shore phlaces were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the sound. And as the moon rose hi gher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradully I became aware of the old sinland here that dlowered on ce for Dutch sailors' eyes-a fresh, grees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the las and greatest of all human dreams fof a transiory enchanted mo-ment man must have held his breath in the presence lf this contiment, compelled into an aesthetic con-templation he neither understood nor desired, face for the last time in history somthing commen surate to his capacity for wonder.
(Cf. F SCOTT FITZERALD, The Grat Gatsby )
SELCECTION 9
She played the Nocturne in E major, opus 9, number 2. If her playing had really lost very much then she must originally have been a consummate artist. The piano was mediocre, but after the first few notes she learned to control it. She displayed a neivous feeling for modulations of timbre and a joy in mobility of rhythm that amounted to the fantastic. Her attack was at once firm and soft. Under her hands the very last drop of sweetness was wrung from the melody; the embellishments seemed to cling with slow grace about her limbs.
He sat beside her, bent forward, his hand between his knees, his head bowed. She played the beginning with exaggerated tormenting slowness, with painfully long pauses between the single figures. The Sehnsuchtsmotiv roving lost and forlorn like a voice in the night, lifted its trembling question. Then silence, a waiting. And lo, an answer: the same timorous, lonely note, only clearer, only tenderer. Silence, again. And the, with that marvellous muted sforzando like mounting passion, the love - motif came in, reared and sared and yearned ecstatically upward to its consummation, sank back, was resolved the cellos taking up the melody to carry it on with their deep heavy notes of rapture and despair.
Not uncuccessfully did the player seek to suggest the orchestral effects upon the poor instrument at her command. The violin runs of the great climax rang out with brilliant precision. She played with a fastidiuos reverence, lingering on each figure, bringing out each detail, with the self - forgotten concentration of the priests who lifts the Host above his head. Here two forces, two beings, strove towards each - other, in transports of joy and pain here they embraced and became one in delirious yearing after eternity and the absolute. The prelude flamed up and died away. She stoped at the point where the curtains past, and sat speechless, staring at the keys.
(Cf. THOMAS MANN, Tristan)
NOTES
Selection 7
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To squat
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ngồi xổm, ngồi chồm hổm
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To stare out
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nhìn chăm chăm ra ngoài
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The muffled sound
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âm thanh tắc nghẹn, âm thanh thì thầm
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Resentfully
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một cách giận dữ
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booted feet
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những bàn chân đi ủng
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To press
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ép chặt, đè nén
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Window - seat
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bục cửa sổ
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Deceived
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bì lừa gạt
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Brisk and stubborn
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mạnh mẽ và bướng bỉnh
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A look of indecisive recognition
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một cái nhìn ngờ ngợ
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dynamic love
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cái tình yêu cuộc sống (chơi chữ ở đây, vì "dynamite" có nghĩa là mìn)
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trigger - finger
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ngón tay bóp cò súng
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to feel flat and dead
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rũ rượi như chết rồi
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to go in cycles
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chuyển động theo vòng tròn
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satiefy
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sự thừa mứa
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Buenas noches
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chúc ngủ ngon (Tiếng Tây Ban Nha)
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revolver - holster
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bao đựng súng
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plaza
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quảng trường
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to crinkle up his face
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nhăn mặt để hù doạ
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to spit
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khạc nhổ
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window bars
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chấn song cửa sổ
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a lettle blob of spittle
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một cục nước bọt nhỏ
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revolver - butt
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bá súng
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Selection 8
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gleaming
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rực rỡ ánh đèn
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dazzling
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chói lọi , huy hoàng
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vividly
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sống động, linh động
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faint
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yếu ớt, xa xôi, mơ hồ
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incessant
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liên miên, bất tận
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drive
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lối đi của xe hơi
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a material car
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một cái xe thực sự (chứ không phải tưởng tượng)
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to investigate
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chịu khó tìm hiểu, điều tra
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trunk
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hành lý, rương, hòm
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huge, incoherent failure of a house
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sự tàn tạ của một căn nhà to lớn ngổn ngang
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an obscene word
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một chữ tục tiũ
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to scrawl
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(viết nguệch ngoạc)
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to stand out clearly
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nổi bật lên rõ ràng
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to erase
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xoá đi
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to draw my shoe raspingly
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miết đôi giầy xoèn xoẹt
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to sprawl out
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nằm xoài ra một cách thoải mái
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shore places
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những nơi nghỉ mát trên bãi biển
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shadowy
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lờ mờ
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moving
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chuyển động
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glow
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ánh sáng yếu ớt
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ferry boat
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phà
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inessential houses
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những căn nhà hư ảo
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to melt away
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tan biến đi
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to flower
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nở hoa, bừng sáng lên
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Dutch sailor's eye
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con mắt của các thuỷ thủ Hà Lan (những người đến hòn đảo đầu tiên)
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vanished
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biến mất
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to make way for
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chạy dài về phía
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to pander in whispers
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bằng những lời thì thầm đã ngoan ngoãn chiều theo
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transitory enchanted moment
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một giây phút mê ly ngắn ngủi
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to hold one's breath
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nín thở vì kinh ngạc
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to be compelled into an aesthetic contemplation
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ngưỡng có tính chất nghệ thuật
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commensurate
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phù hợp với, tương ứng với
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capacity for wonder
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khả năng kinh ngạc
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Selection 9
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Nocturne
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dạ khúc một thể loại âm nhạc
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in E major
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cung Mi trưởng
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opus 9, number 2
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bản số 2, tác phẩm 9
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consummate artist
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một nghệ sĩ toàn diện
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nervous feeling
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một sự nhạy cảm sắc bén
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modulations of timbre
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những tiết tấu của âm sắc
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mobility of rhythm
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tính chất uyển chuyển của nhịp điệu
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fantastic
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hoang đường, kỳ quặc, phóng khoáng
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attack
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bắt đầu gõ vào phím đàn
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to be wrung
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được vắt ra
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embellishments
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những giai điệu xinh đẹp
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to cling
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bám lấy, vây quanh
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with slow grace
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với một sự thong thả duyên dáng
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her limbs
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thân hình
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exggerated tormenting slowness
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một sự chậm rãi lê thê khiến người nghe phải đau đớn
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figures
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âm hình
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Sehnsuchtsmotiv
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mô típ nhục cảm ( tiếng Ðức)
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to rove lost and forlorn
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chơi vơi, lạc lõng
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timorous
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rụt rè, e ấp
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marvellous
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kỳ diệu
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muted
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câm lặng
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sforzando
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nhấn mạnh (tiếng ý)
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mounting passion
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nỗi đam mê vươn cao
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love - motif
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mô típ tình yêu
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reared
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ngóc đầu lên
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soared
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bay cao
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yearned
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khao khát vươn đến
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ecstatically
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say sưa, ngây ngất
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consummation
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sự viên mãn
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resloved
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hoà tan ra
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the cellos
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đàn viôlôngxen, nhạc cụ trầm của "gia đình viôlông"
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to take up
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bắt lấy, giữ lại
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rapture
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khoái lạc tột đỉnh, hoan lạc mê ly
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despair
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tuyệt vọng
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the orchestral effect
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hiệu ứng giống như của nguyên một dàn nhạc
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at her command
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theo sự điều khiển của nàng
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climax
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tột điểm, cao điểm
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fastidious reverence
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một sự tôn trọng kiêu kỳ
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to linger on
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láy luyến, lưu luyến
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to bring out
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nhấn mạnh, làm nổi bật
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self - forgotten concentration
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sự tập trung cao độ, quên mất cả bản thân
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the Host
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bình đựng bí tích (trong bí tích mình thánh Chúa)
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to strive towards
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hướng về phía
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transports of joy and pain
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từng cơn vui và niềm đau đã cuốn họ đến với nhau
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to embrace
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ôm choàng lấy
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delirious wearinng after
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sự khao khát như điên dại vươn đến
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eternity
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sự vĩnh cửu
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the absolute
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cái tuyệt đối
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prelude
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khúc nhạc prêluýt
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to flame up
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bừng cháy lên
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speechless
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nín thing, câm lặng
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thekeys
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phím đàn
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CONTENTS
PART ONE
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- Translation at the lexical Level
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- Translation of Particular Words
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- Translation of Slangs and its Relatives
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- Translation of Proverbial and Idiomatic Pharases
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PART TWO SELECTION FOR TRANSLATION
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A Collquial Style 10 Selections
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B Formal Style 13 Selections
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C Literary Style 9 Selections
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