英米文学の古典を現代英語で読むスレ

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80:吾輩は名無しである
 26/04/02 12:38:21.58 xzwK1Pn9.net
This was too much for Mrs. Joe, who immediately stood up. “I’ll tell you this, young fellow,” she said. “I did not raise you by hand so you could pester the life out of people. It would be a disgrace to me, not a credit, if I had. People are put on the hulks because they murder, and rob, and forge, and do all sorts of wicked things; and they always begin by asking questions. Now, off to bed with you!” 
I was never allowed a candle to light my way to bed, and as I went upstairs in the dark, with my head still tingling from Mrs. Joe’s thimble having drummed on it to emphasize her last words, I became painfully aware of how conveniently close the hulks were for someone like me. I was clearly headed there. I had begun by asking questions, and soon I was going to rob Mrs. Joe.

81:吾輩は名無しである
 26/04/02 12:39:44.49 xzwK1Pn9.net
Since that time, now far in the past, I have often thought that few people understand how much secrecy there can be in a terrified child. No matter how unreasonable the fear may be, as long as it is fear, it is real enough. I was deathly afraid of the young man who wanted my heart and liver; I was deathly afraid of the man with the iron on his leg; I was deathly afraid of myself, from whom a dreadful promise had been forced; I had no hope of rescue from my all-powerful sister, who pushed me away at every turn. I am afraid to think what I might have done, if ordered to, in the hidden depths of that terror. 
If I slept at all that night, it was only to dream that I was being carried down the river on a strong spring tide toward the hulks, while a ghostly pirate called to me through a speaking trumpet as I passed the gibbet on the riverbank, telling me that I had better come ashore at once and be hanged there instead of putting it off. I was afraid to sleep, even if I had wanted to, because I knew that at the first faint light of dawn I would have to steal from the pantry. I could not do it in the night, because there was no easy way to make a light then; to get one I would have had to strike flint and steel together, making a noise like the pirate himself rattling his chains.

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