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1、文学导论HOW TO COOK A THANKSGIVING TURKEYStep 1: Go buy a turkeyStep 2: Take a drink of whiskey (scotch)Step 3.: Put turkey in the ovenStep 4: Take another 2 drinks of whiskeyStep 5: Set the degree at 375 ovensStep 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drinkStep 7: Turn oven the onStep 8: Take 4 whisks of drinkySt
2、ep 9: Turk the basteyStep 10: Whiskey another bottle of getStep 1l: Stick a turkey in the thermometerStep 12: Glass yourself a pour of whiskeyStep 13: Bake the whiskey for 4 hoursStep 14: Take the oven out of the turkeyStep 15: Take the oven out of the turkeyStep 16: Floor the turkey up off of the p
3、ickStep 17: Turk the carveyStep 18: Get yourself another scottle of botchStep 19: Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkeyStep 20: Bless the saying, pass and eat outEarly Autumnby Langston HughesWhen Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking tog
4、ether. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didntspeak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women.Yesterday, walking across Washington Square, she saw him for the first time in years.Bill Walker, she said.He stopped. At
5、first he did not recognize her, to him she looked so old.Mary! Where did you come from?Unconsciously, she lifted her face as though wanting a kiss, but he held out his hand. She took it.I live in New York now, she said.Ohsmiling politely, then a little frown came quickly between his eyes.Always wond
6、ered what happened to you, Bill.Im a lawyer. Nice firm, way downtown.Married yet?Certainly, two children.Oh, she said.A great many people went past them through the park. People they didnt know. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunset. Cold.And your husband? he asked her.We have three children. I work
7、in the bursars office at Columbia.Youre looking very.(he want to say old).well, he said.She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square, she found herself desperately reaching back into the past. She had been older than he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. Bill was still young.We live
8、 on Central Park West, she said. Come and see us sometime.Sure, he replied. You and your husband must have dinner with my family some night. Any night. Lucille and Id love to have you.The leaves fell slowly from the trees in the square. Fell without wind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick.Wed love
9、 it, she answered.You ought to see my kids. He grinned.Suddenly the lights came on up the whole length of Fifth Avenue, chains of misty brilliance in the blue air.Theres my bus, she said.He he ld out his hand. Good-bye.When.she wanted to say, but the bus was ready to pull off. The lights on the aven
10、ue blurred, twinkled, blurred. And she was afraid to open her mouth as she entered the bus. Afraid it would be impossible to utter a word.Su ddenly she shrieked very loudly, Good-bye! But the bus door had closed.The bus started. People came between them outside, people crossing the street, people th
11、ey didnt know. Space and people. She lost sight of Bill. Then she remembered she had forgotte n to give him her addressor to ask him for hisor tell him that her youngest boy was named Bill, too.The RayBy Ron MilnerOne slender stream of sunlight filled he slight hiatus between the closed drapes and p
12、lunged through the window down diagonally across the room. Bridging the small glass-doored bookcase beneath the window, which was an annex of the two larger bookcases that covered, excepting the window space, one full wall of the room. Passing over the moderate-sized, tasteful coffee table in front
13、of the leather couch; not touching, on the table, the delicate wine glass or the bottle of sherry, nor the huge, black-leather-bound Bible with its red silk marker, the thick red edges of its pages.The stream of sunlight touched none of this as it passed, but caused a reflective gleam on the silver
14、badge pinned to the wallet lying open on the table alongside the closed Bible; a gleam which shone on the edge of a paper stamped SECURITY U.S. that peeped from the wallets bill compartment. The stream did not touch that directly, merely caused a reflective gleam. For it dove as though magnetized, h
15、ypnotized over the spread-eagle shoes, the rumpled argyle socks; over the brief flash of hair covered starkly pale-pink skin beneath the wrinkled pants; past the thick sweater which gave way to the leafs of the sportcoat flung immobilely out to the sides where the one hand appeared so naked and virg
16、inal because the other hid behind the dark heavy steel of the small revolver; past the untied bow tie, the stiffly thrusted chin, the tight thin lips; not marking the neat purple-edged hole at the left temple, nor the small pool of drying blood that had escaped to the carpet and now stopped running directly to the eyegl
