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"Now, boys! Deep breaths! Feel it right down inside you—huge draughts of God's good air!"
“現在，孩子們！深呼吸！感受氣流進入到你的體內——大口呼吸上帝賜予我們的美好空氣吧！”
He would stand before us, put his hands on his waist and take a tremendous breath. You could hear the wind, trapped in his chest and struggling with all the unnatural impediments. His body would reel with shock and his face go white at the unaccustomed visitation. He would stagger back to his desk and collapse there, useless for the rest of the morning.
他會站在我們的面前，雙手叉腰，深吸一大口氣。這時，你可以聽到風進入到他的胸腔里，與各種各樣非常正常的束縛搏斗的聲音。他的身體會由于這種沖擊而搖晃，他的臉也會因為這不習慣的情況而變得蒼白。然后，他便踉踉蹌蹌的回到講桌前，癱坐在那里，一上午都緩不過勁來。
Mr Houghton was given to high-minded monologues about the good life, sexless and full of duty. Yet in the middle of these monologues, if a girl passed the window, his neck would turn of itself and he would watch her out of sight. In this instance, he seemed to me ruled not by thought but by an invisible and irresistible spring in his neck.
霍頓先生非常喜歡一人唱高調，將好生活、清心寡欲和盡職盡責常掛在嘴邊。然而，談興正濃時如果恰巧有個女孩從窗戶旁經過，他的脖子會不由自主地轉過去，一直望到女孩從視線里消失為止。這時，在我看來他似乎不受思想的支配，而是被他脖子里一根無形但又無法抗拒的彈簧所控制。
His neck was an object of great interest to me. Normally it bulged a bit over his collar. But Mr Houghton had fought in the First World War alongside Americans and French, and had come to a settled detestation of both countries. If either happened to be prominent in current affairs, no argument could make Mr Houghton think well of it. He would bang the desk, his neck would bulge still further and go red. "You can say what you like," he would cry, "but I've thought about this—and I know what I think!"
我對他的脖子很感興趣。通常情況下從衣領中稍微伸出一點。霍頓先生曾參加過第一次世界大戰，與美國和法國士兵共同參與戰斗，但他卻對這兩個國家產生了一種無法改變的憎惡。如果它們當中的某一個國家碰巧成為新聞焦點，任憑你跟他怎么爭都無法讓霍頓先生對這一國家產生好感。他會捶著桌子，臉紅脖子粗地叫嚷道。“不管你們說什么，但我也深思熟慮過——我對自己的想法再清楚不過了！”
