Now and again I have had horrible dreams,but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams.To begin with ,I like the idea of dreaming,of going to bed and lying still and then,by some queer magic,wandering into another kind of existence.As a child I could never understand why grownups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday.This still puzzles me .I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to haveno interest in the subject,It is much more astonishing than if they said they never went out for a walk.Most people do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives.They appear to see it as an irritating habit,like sneezing or yawning.I have never understand this.My dream life ,if only because there is far less of it ,but to me it is important.As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world,and lighting excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast.
Then again,the dream life,though queer and bewildering and unsatisfactory in many aspects,has its own advantages.The dead is there,**iling and talking.The past is there,sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as daisy.And perhaps ,the future is ther too ,winking at us.This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties,with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught;and both persons and scenes ther are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life,so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Bob split into two,and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and dinning-room is somehow part of a theatre balcony;and there are moments of desolation or terror in the dream world that are worse than anyting we have known under the sun.Yetthis other life has its interests,its gaieties,its satisfactions,and,at certain rare intervals,a serene glow or a sudden ecstasy,like glimpes of anther form of existence altogether,that we can not match with open eyes.Daft or wise,terrible or exquisite,it is a further helping of experience,a bonus after dark,another slice of life cut differentiy for which,it seems to me, we are never sufficientiy grateful.Only a dream!Why only?It was there ,and you had it."If there were dreams to sell", you may inquires,"what would you buy?"I cannnot say offhand,but certainly rather than I can afford.
大家好,这篇文章是我们散文选读课上的,因为自己想要提高翻译水准,所以每篇文章都会去翻译一下,我自己之前翻译过,写出了自己的译文,所以说要找专业译文如王佐良先生等的译文来进行对比,看自己那个地方有欠妥当,需要改进。 但是我四处搜集资料没有找到专业译文,所以想借助度娘来向大家求助,人多力量大嘛,总有人可能见过或者有的。
我希望大家不要没搞清楚情况就到处批评骂人,如果说学哪个专业那门专业相关的所有资料都不能参考,那广大的媒体资料放着又有何用,岂不是白白搁置在这个虚拟的空间。
我觉得学习就要踏踏实实,把该了解的都了解清楚,似是而非的东西太多,过于相信自己的感觉,过于相信自己的能力,就会被那种过分自负蒙蔽双眼,而不能见贤思齐。
我之所以说不让翻译机器,是因为之前由于没有说清楚要求的经历,结果有许多人为了币发了各种不相干话题答案,所以说鄙视那些人。有不当之处,还望大家谅解,也希望那些没有了解清楚情况的度友们不要进行人身攻击,凡事三思而行!谢谢!