ca88手机版登录网页 1扫描关注少儿英语微信

(转自quora用户Benhur
Margoschis)

中级 爱丽丝梦游仙境

  • 少儿英语官方微信已正式开通
  • 双语:老外1分钟讲26个笑话破吉尼斯记录
  • 聚焦315:让人厌烦的推销电话怎么说(双语)
  • 双语:高富帅达西先生靠贩卖奴隶赚钱?
  • 迪士尼确认拍冰雪奇缘2 续集名被恶搞(双语)
  • 双语囧研究:忍不了噪音你可能是个天才

It was 2013. I was 23 then.

Chapter Three: A caucus-Race

After being in the pool Alice and all the animals are wet and cold.

‘Why don’t we organise a Callcus-Race ? It’s the best thing to do
ifyou’re cold,’ says the Dodo.

Alice asks: ‘What’s a Callcus-Race?’

‘I can tell you,’ the Dodo replies, ‘but the best thing is to do it.’

First the Dodo marks a big circle on the ground and everybody must stand
on different parts of the circle. There is no ‘one, two, three, go’, but
they begin running when they like. They stop when they are tired. Only
the Dodo knows when the race is finished.

After half an hour they are all dry again and the Dodo shouts: ‘The race
is over!’ The animals sit down in a circle and ask: ‘Who’s the winner?’

The Dodo is not sure. He sits for a long time with his hand on his head.

At last he says: ‘Everybody is the winner and everybody must have a
prize’.

The Mouse and the other animals ask: ‘Who’s giving the prizes?’

‘She is,’ answers the Dodo looking at Alice.

‘Prizes! Prizes!’ they all cry.

Alice doesn’t know what to do. She puts her hand in her pocket and finds
a small box of sweets in it. There is one sweet for each of the birds
and animals.

‘But she must have a prize too,’ says the Mouse.

‘Of course,’ the Dodo replies, ‘Do you have another prize in your
pocket?’

he asks. ‘I only have the box,’ says Alice.

‘Give it to me,’ says the Dodo.

He takes the box and offers it to Alice: ‘Please take this beautiful box
with our thanks.’

They are all happy now. The animals start to eat the sweets.

They make a lot of noise. The sweets are too small for the big birds and
too big for the small birds. Then the sweets are over and everybody sits
quietly again.

Alice says, ‘I miss Dinah!’

‘Who is Dinah?’ asks the Parrot. ‘Dinah is our cat. She’s very good at
catching mice and she eats birds too.’

Everybody is quiet. One by one the birds run away. Alice is alone again.

‘Nobody likes Dinah down here but she’s so dear to me!’ Alice begins to
cry. After a while she hears someone coming towards her.

‘Perhaps it’s the Mouse,’ she thinks.

ca88手机版登录网页 2英国男子接推销电话赚钱

I had a student called Puneet. He was my IELTS student. He had been
trying to immigrate to Canada.

Chapter Four: The White Rabbit’s House

‘It isn’t the Mouse. It’s the White Rabbit,’ says Alice.

‘The Duchess! The Duchess! She’ll be very angry! Oh where are they?’

says the White Rabbit. He is looking for his gloves and fan.

‘I’ll help him to find them,’ thinks Alice.

Alice looks around and sees that everything has changed. Now she is in
the countryside ‘What are you doing here Mary Ann?’ asks the White
Rabbit angrily. The White Rabbit thinks Alice is his servant, Mary Ann.

‘Run home and bring me my white gloves and the fan! Quick!’ says the
White Rabbit.

Alice runs to the White Rabbit’s house. On the door she sees ‘W.
Rabbit’,

so she goes in.

In a small room, at the top of the house, there is a table. On the table
there are some gloves and a fan. Alice takes them; she notices a bottle
near the door. She decides to try it.

‘When I eat or drink anything here,’ she says to herself, ‘something
interesting always happens. Perhaps I’ll grow again. I don’t want to be
small

any more.’

Alice drinks. She is growing very quickly. She puts her arm out of the
window and her foot inside the fireplace. ‘I’m glad there isn’t a fire,’
she

thinks.

After drinking Alice is so big that she can’t move.

‘Mary Ann! Mary Ann! Where are you? Where are my gloves?’ the White
Rabbit asks.

He is in the garden. He is waiting for his gloves and fan.

He tries to open the door of the room, but he can’t move it because
Alice’s elbow is pressed against it.

‘Then I’ll go and get in at the window,’ he says.

‘Oh, no … you won’t!’ Alice thinks.

‘Help! Help!’ cries the White Rabbit.

‘What’s that, Pat?’ asks the White Rabbit.

‘It’s an arm,’ says Pat, the White Rabbit’s gardener. Alice moves her
arm.

She can hear more cries and a lot of noise.

‘We must burn the house down!’ says the White Rabbit.

Alice shouts: ‘If you burn the house down, I’ll ask Dinah to catch you.’

All the animals are silent.

‘What will they do next?’ Alice asks herself.

The animals take some stones and throw them at Alice.

Quite suddenly all the stones become little cakes.

‘If I eat one of these cakes, I’ll grow smaller,’ thinks Alice, so she
eats a cake. She grows smaller and runs out of the house into a wood.

‘Oh, I’m too small now. I must grow bigger again. How can I do it? I
must eat or drink something, but the question is: What?’ says Alice.

Alice looks around. There are flowers and trees but nothing with ‘EAT
ME’ or ‘DRINK ME’ on it.

After a while Alice notices a big mushroom near her. She looks under it;
she looks beside it, at the back of it. The mushroom is very big so she
can’t see over the top. Suddenly she realises she is looking into the
eyes of a big blue Caterpillar that is sitting on the top, smoking a
pipe.

英国利兹一位自由从业的商人因饱受各种推销电话的骚扰,于11月花10英镑为自家办理了一个收费声讯号码,拨打这个号码每分钟收费10便士,而他可以从中分得7便士。这个号码开通后,他的私人号码只向亲友提供,而在银行、燃气、电力等机构预留的电话号码则是这个收费号码。他表示,到目前为止,这个号码已经为他带来了300英镑的收入,而他每个月接到的推销电话也从之前的二三十通下降为13通。

During my early years of training, I used to maintain a very
professional distance with my clients(students).

化身博士

原先很讨厌接到推销电话的他现在却很希望有人来电,这样他就有钱赚了,而且有人来电推销时,他通常会询问推销服务的细节来增加通话时间,以增加收入。他甚至把这个号码发在推特上,希望能引来更多的推销电话。

I never shared my personal phone number, e-mail ID with them. I never
spoke to anyone about anything other than academics. Not even a
small-talk outside office hours.

Part Four: Incident at the Window 

Time passed, and the police continued their search for Mr Hyde. They
offered a lot of money for information about him.

They found out about his past. He had done many bad things, and no one
liked him. But they could not discover where he was. There was no trace
of him.

Mr Utterson began to think that his friend Jekyll was now safe. He was
happy that Mr Hyde had disappeared. He saw that a new life was beginning
for Dr Jekyll. The doctor saw his friends again, and he seemed cheerful
and contented . For two months Dr Jekyll saw his friends nearly every
day.

On the eighth of January Mr Utterson had dinner at Dr Jekyll’s house. Dr
Lanyon was one of the guests. Mr Utterson called at his friend’s house
again on the twelfth of January. Poole said that his employer was not at
home. The lawyer returned on the fourteenth.

‘The doctor is at home,’ Poole told him, ‘but he cannot see anyone. He
is ill.’

Mr Utterson came back the next day, but again he could not see Jekyll.
He began to worry that something had happened. He decided to visit Dr
Lanyon.

Mr Utterson was very surprised when he saw Dr Lanyon. The doctor looked
very ill. He was white and very thin.

‘He is dying,’ Mr Utterson thought. ‘He is a doctor. He must know he is
dying. How sad it is!’

‘I have had a terrible shock,’ Dr Lanyon told him. ‘I shall never be
well again. I will be dead in a few weeks.’

‘Jekyll is ill, too,’ Mr Utterson told him. ‘I have been to his house,
but Poole says he is ill. Have you seen him?’

Dr Lanyon’s face changed. ‘I will not speak about that man!’

He said. ‘I do not want you to speak about that man to me. Never mention
his name to me again. To me, Jekyll is a dead man!’

‘We have all been friends for a long time,’ the lawyer said. ‘Can we do
nothing for Jekyll?’

‘We can do nothing for him,’ Dr Lanyon said. ‘Ask him yourself.’

‘He will not see me,’ Mr Utterson said.

Dr Lanyon looked at the lawyer very seriously.

‘When I am dead, Utterson,’ he said, ‘you may learn the truth of this
matter.

I cannot tell you now. Please don’t talk to me anymore about Jekyll.’

When Mr Utterson got home, he wrote a letter to Dr Jekyll.

He asked what was wrong with his friend, and he asked him why he had
quarreled with Dr Lanyon.

The next day he received a reply from Dr Jekyll. In his letter the
doctor told him that he had decided not to see anyone in the future. He
said that he could not explain the quarrel with Dr Lanyon.

‘You must allow me to be alone,’ he wrote. ‘I have done a terrible
thing,and this is my punishment.’

Mr Utterson did not understand Dr Jekyll’s letter. Surely his friend was
safe, now that Mr Hyde was gone? Why did he talk about ‘a terrible
thing’

and ‘punishment’? Mr Utterson began to think his friend was mad.

Dr Lanyon died about three weeks later, and Mr Utterson went to the
funeral. He was sad at the loss of his old friend.

The night after the funeral Mr Utterson received a large envelope. The
writing was Dr Lanyon’s. It said:’PRIVATE: for Mr Utterson.’The lawyer
opened the envelope.

It contained a second envelope. The writing on the second envelope said:

‘Open after the death or disappearance of Dr Henry Jekyll.’

‘Disappearance?’ thought Mr Utterson. ‘What does that mean?’

Then he remembered the words of the doctor’s will. There was something
about ‘disappearance’ in the will, as well. Mr Utterson wanted to open
the mysterious letter, to discover the truth. But he was a lawyer, and
he decided to obey Dr Lanyon’s instructions . He put the letter in his
safe.

Mr Utterson went to Dr Jekyll’s several times, but he never succeeded in
seeing Dr Jekyll. Poole always told him the same thing:

‘The doctor is in the laboratory, sir. He will not see anyone.’ It
seemed that the doctor spent most of his time in the laboratory now. He
slept there sometimes, according to Poole. Soon Mr Utterson stopped
going to his friend’s house.

It was useless. Dr Jekyll did not want to see him. The doctor did not
want his help.

One Sunday afternoon, Mr Utterson was walking with Mr Enfield, as usual.
When they came to the old house Mr Enfield said, ‘That story is
finished. No one will ever see Mr Hyde again.’

‘I hope not,’ Mr Utterson told him. ‘But did I ever tell you that I saw
Mr Hyde once? You remember that you said you hated him when you saw him?

I had the same feeling myself.’

‘Everybody who saw Hyde hated him,’ Mr Enfield replied.

‘But you never told me that this old house is Dr Jekyll’s laboratory—I
discovered that later.’

‘So you know that now, do you?’ said the lawyer. ‘I am worried about
Jekyll. Let’s take a look, shall we?’

The two men entered the garden of the house. They looked up, and they
saw Dr Jekyll. He was sitting at one of the windows.

Mr Utterson walked forward.

‘Jekyll!’ he cried. ‘I hope you are better.’

‘I am not well,’ the doctor told him. ‘I will die soon, I’m sure I
will.’

‘You need fresh air, my friend,’ Mr Utterson said. ‘Come out for a walk
with us. It will do you good.’

‘I would like to, really I would,’ Dr Jekyll said. ‘But it is
impossible. I am pleased to see you, Utterson. I wish I could ask you
into the house to sit with me, but I cannot. The house is untidy.’

‘We’ll stay and talk to you from here,’ Mr Utterson told him.

‘I was going to suggest that myself,’ Dr Jekyll said with a smile. ‘That
would make me happy.’

Just as the doctor spoke these friendly words his face changed.

ca88手机版登录网页,The smile of welcome disappeared from it, and an expression of horror
came over it. Mr Utterson saw the change in his friend’s face—and then
Dr Jekyll closed the window with a bang .

Mr Utterson and Mr Enfield walked away from the house. They did not
speak for a moment. Then Mr Utterson turned to his cousin and said, ‘God
forgive us! God forgive us!’

The number of calls received by Mr Beaumont has fallen from between 20
and 30 a month to just 13 last month。

That was me. I was a thorough professional. People respected me for
that.

A man targeted by marketing companies is making money from cold calls
with his own premium-rate phone number。

Coming back to Puneet-

In November 2011 Lee Beaumont paid £10 plus VAT to set up his personal
0871 line – so to call him now costs 10p, from which he receives 7p。

He had a weird habit. I observed that he kept coming to my classes even
after his course was over. He had registered his IELTS exam a month
later. So, I thought he wanted some extra practice before his exam.

The Leeds businessman said that the premium line had so far made £300.

I helped him.

Phone Pay Plus, which regulates premium numbers, said it strongly
discouraged people from adopting the idea。

Gradually, he began to increase his number of sessions with me. I did
not like it much. I helped him, however.

Mr Beaumont came up with the plan when he grew sick of calls offering to
help him reclaim payment protection insurance (PPI), or install solar
panels。

One day, I received a call from an unknown number. I answered the call.

He said: “I don’t use my normal Leeds number for anyone but my friends
and family.”

“Hello Ben! Puneet here. How are you?”

I’m, getting annoyed with PPI phone calls when I’m trying to watch
Coronation Street. ”

I was shocked. I spoke to him for a few minutes. I asked him how he got
my number. He said he would not say that.

Once he had set up the 0871 line, every time a bank, gas or electricity
supplier asked him for his details online, he submitted it as his
contact number。

What irked me was he did not speak anything about academics. He just
said he wanted to speak to me.

He added he was “very honest” and the companies did ask why he had a
premium number。

That sounded weird to me. No student had ever done that.

He told the programme he replied: “Because I’m getting annoyed with PPI
phone calls when I’m trying to watch Coronation Street so I’d rather
make 10p a minute.”

He did not go over the line. He did not misbehave. He just seemed weird
to me. He seemed lost. He wanted to talk to me. I was not up for it.

He said almost all of the companies he dealt with were happy to use it
and if they refused he asked them to email。

Maybe I was too young to decipher things.

The number of calls received by Mr Beaumont has fallen from between 20
and 30 a month to just 13 last month。

He continued his classes. I told him to never call me on my personal
number.

Because he works from home, Mr Beaumont has been able to increase his
revenue by keeping cold callers talking – asking for more details about
their services。

He nodded in agreement, with a big frown.

He admitted, the scheme had changed his attitude, saying: “I want cold
calls”, and that he had moved on to encouraging companies to make
contact。

He kept coming to meet me in my office to clarify his doubts. However, I
noted that only ten or fifteen minutes of the sessions went in his doubt
clarifications.

After a recent problem with his online shopping, he declined to call an
0845 number but posted his number on Twitter in the knowledge that the
number could be picked up by marketing companies。

The rest of the time, he just spoke to me about random things. There was
nothing off-putting about what he spoke. Nothing unusual or bizarre.
Yet, I started hating him for doing that.

But the premium number regulator Phone Pay Plus says the public should
think twice before setting up their own lines。

He was trying to befriend me for no reason.

They say phone line providers must meet consumer protection standards,
which include transparency, fairness and complaint handling, which would
mean clearly setting out the cost of each call to any organisation that
rang。

One day, I told him sternly “Puneet, you are my client and I, your
tutor. There ends our relationship. I do not want you to talk to me
about anything else. If you have any other concern, deal with those.”

SNAP.

His face changed abruptly. From a nerdy harmless man, he turned into an
angry, deprived, agonized person.

He clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palm. He stood up in a
fit of rage. The chair fell down behind him.

He screamed at the top of his lungs “What the hell is WRONG with you? I
just want to TALK to you. I am not asking you money. I am not asking you
to teach me extra. I just want you to LISTEN to me when I speak. Is THAT
hard for you?”

His scream pierced me like a piece of glass. It was cold. It was loud.
It was excruciating. Never had I ever heard a scream that loud, that
meaningful, that painful.

Tears rolled down his cheek as he yelled. I remained in my chair. Still.
I kept looking into his eyes.

I saw pain. I realized something was wrong with him.

Something heavy struck me right in my mind. Something was beyond me, my
years.

Before I could conjure up some words to calm him, he sprinted out of the
room, kicking down some chairs, and slamming the door.

I could not sleep that night.

The next day.

I received a call from my office. It was the front-office manager.

“Ben, the cops are here. Puneet has killed himself. His body was found
along the rail-tracks.’

He had been fighting depression for months.

He wanted someone to talk to. I am not sure if I was the only one he
approached.

All I know is I failed him. I learned a lesson too late. Listen to
people. You never know what goes in everyone’s life.

Break out of your ego. Nothing matters. When someone is depressed, all
they need is someone to talk to.

Just be silent. Listen.

I regret what I did till date! His memories will haunt me until I am
dead!

相关文章