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(单词翻译:双击或拖选)
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Hugh and Emilie were old friends of Pa’s. They lived in Norfolk, and we often went to visit themfor a week or two, during school holidays and summers. They had four sons with whom Willy andI were always thrown together, like pups into a bunch of pit bulls.
We played games. One day Hide and Seek, the next Capture the Flag. But whatever the gameit was always an excuse for a massive scrap1, and whatever the scrap, there were no winnersbecause there were no rules. Hair-pulling, eye-gouging, arm-twisting, sleeper2 holds, all was fair inlove and war and at Hugh and Emilie’s country house.
As the youngest and smallest I always took the brunt. But I also did the most escalating3, themost asking for it, so I deserved everything I got. Black eye, violet welt, puffed4 lip, I didn’t mind.
On the contrary. Maybe I wanted to look tough. Maybe I just wanted to feel something. Whatevermy motivation, my simple philosophy when it came to scrapping5 was: More, please.
The six of us cloaked our pretend battles in historic names. Hugh and Emilie’s house wouldoften be converted into Waterloo, the Somme, Rorke’s Drift. I can see us charging each other,screaming: Zulu!
Battle lines were often blood lines, though not always. It wasn’t always Windsor versusOthers. We’d mix and match. Sometimes I was fighting alongside Willy, sometimes against. Nomatter the alliances, though, it often happened that one or two of Hugh and Emilie’s boys wouldturn and set upon Willy. I’d hear him crying out for help and down would come the red mist, likea blood vessel6 bursting behind my eyes. I’d lose all control, all ability to focus on anything butfamily, country, tribe, and hurl7 myself at someone, everyone. Kicking, punching, strangling,taking out legs.
Hugh and Emilie’s boys couldn’t deal with that. There was no dealing8 with it.
Get him off, he’s mad!
I don’t know how effective or skilled a fighter I was. But I always succeeded in providingenough diversion for Willy to get away. He’d check his injuries, wipe his nose, then jump straightback in. When the scrap finally ended for good, when we hobbled away together, I always feltsuch love for him, and I sensed love in return, but also some embarrassment9. I was half Willy’ssize, half his weight. I was the younger brother: he was supposed to save me, not the other wayaround.
Over time the scraps10 became more pitched. Small-arms fire was introduced. We’d hurl Romancandles at each other, make rocket launchers from golf-ball tubes, stage night battles with two ofus defending a stone pillbox in the middle of an open field. I can still smell the smoke and hear thehiss as a projectile11 rocketed towards a victim, whose only armor would be a puffer jacket, somewool mittens12, maybe some ski goggles13, though often not.
Our arms race accelerated. As they do. We began to use BB guns. At close range. How was noone maimed? How did no one lose an eye?
One day all six of us were walking in the woods near their house, looking for squirrels andpigeons to cull14. There was an old army Land Rover. Willy and the boys smiled.
Harold, jump in, drive away, and we’ll shoot you.
With what?
Shotgun.
No, thanks.
We’re loading. Either get in and drive or we shoot you right here.
I jumped in, drove away.
Moments later, bang. Buckshot rattling15 off the back.
I cackled and hit the accelerator.
Somewhere on their estate was a construction site. (Hugh and Emilie were building a newhouse.) This became the setting for possibly our fiercest battle. It was around dusk. One brotherwas in the shell of the new house, taking heavy fire. When he retreated we bombarded him withrockets.
And then…he was gone.
Where’s Nick?
We shone a torch. No Nick.
We marched forward, steadily16, came upon a giant hole in the ground, almost like a squarewell, alongside the construction site. We peered over the edge and shone the torch down. Farbelow, lying on his back, Nick was moaning. Damned lucky to be alive, we all agreed.
What a great opportunity, we said.
We lit some firecrackers, big ones, and dropped them down into the pit.
1 scrap | |
n.碎片;废料;v.废弃,报废 | |
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2 sleeper | |
n.睡眠者,卧车,卧铺 | |
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3 escalating | |
v.(使)逐步升级( escalate的现在分词 );(使)逐步扩大;(使)更高;(使)更大 | |
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4 puffed | |
adj.疏松的v.使喷出( puff的过去式和过去分词 );喷着汽(或烟)移动;吹嘘;吹捧 | |
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5 scrapping | |
刮,切除坯体余泥 | |
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6 vessel | |
n.船舶;容器,器皿;管,导管,血管 | |
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9 embarrassment | |
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油渣 | |
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11 projectile | |
n.投射物,发射体;adj.向前开进的;推进的;抛掷的 | |
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12 mittens | |
不分指手套 | |
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13 goggles | |
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14 cull | |
v.拣选;剔除;n.拣出的东西;剔除 | |
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15 rattling | |
adj. 格格作响的, 活泼的, 很好的 adv. 极其, 很, 非常 动词rattle的现在分词 | |
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