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1、E-C TranslationWe embarked by ship on our journey in the halcyon days of the winter solstice. “It is the most auspicious time for new beginnings,” I told Ed. I had bought some beautiful earrings made of blue-green kingfisher feathers, and I told Ed about the charming superstition taught me by an Old
2、 China Hand sea captain: The halcyon days were the fourteen days at the time of the winter solstice when the sea was unnaturally calm, so that the halcyon, or kingfisher, could brood on its nest floating in the ocean. All nature, sun and sea, obeyed the halcyon bird in its breeding season.The world
3、stood still on halcyon days. It was a time for the birth of Christ and for Joshua to pretend to command the sun and for King Canute to command the waves. It was time for the Word to go forth upon the living waters, a time to create new worlds. It was a time for sailors to forswear their profane oath
4、s. It was a time for an odyssey under the Southern Cross following in the wake of Magellan. It would always be the time for the big events in my life, though I never planned it that way. I did not like living death or darkness. I struggled towards the light at the winter solstice.On that halcyon jou
5、rney, those two young people were unafraid. They were claiming kinship with all of nature in all hemispheres, with all people in all countries, with all minds in all kinds of books.For reading on the ship we took G. B. ShawsThe Intelligent Womens Guide to Socialism and Capitalism, and H. G. WellsOut
6、line of Historyas well as his 1932 book,The Work, Wealth, and Happiness of Mankind. Americans had not as yet started to think, but we carried along George DorseysWhy We Behave Like Human Beings, which I showed to the Britishpukka sahibResident inBorneowith one word inserted: WhyDontWeWe had both rea
7、d SpenglersThe Decline of the West- I had read it in the States. In a cursory way we had studied the Age of Empire- that of Japan in Taiwan, of the British in Borneo, Hong Kong, and the China treaty ports, of the Dutch in the Celebes, Java, and Bali, of the Portuguese in Macao.And now we were visiti
8、ng all these places. It was a goodly time for Americans to travel- before we poisoned our welcome and our own psychology inKoreaandIndochina.In the chart room of theCanada Maru, I Studied the navigation maps. There was theislandofEnglish Split (my mother would love that); here theislandofBum-Bum(bea
9、chcombers likely). We had passed through theSulu Sea. The Japanese captain let me take the wheel of theCanada Maruin theCelebes Sea. He said he would let me take the wheel again just as we crossed the equator. He liked us because we chose his ship out of all others- it was the one calling at the mos
10、t unlikely places. He insisted on giving my husband and me his own cabin and private bath, and on turning over his deck to us. He borrowed our books of poetry in exchange. He treated us as if I were Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess, with Apollo in tow. The only other passengers were two or three Japanese
11、businessmen. The warm blue-greenSouth Seaswere as clear and smooth as molten glass. Striped-sailed catamarans looked as still and unreal as painted ships.As we approachedBorneo, I appeared on deck in English-tailored white jodhpurs, a white cork helmet, and my very American red-white-and-blue scarf
12、half-mast in wilting heat. Red-painted roofs flashed against a white coral shoreline. Casuarina, mangrove, Nipa palm trees nodded a welcome. This was Borneo- not onlyBorneobut Tawau! Ten thousand miles from home!My husband looked at me without approval. He would never forgive me for bringing abroad
13、a big black wardrobe trunk with attire for every possible occasion- from deck shorts to long evening gowns and gold slippers.“You may think yourself a born explorer,” he observed with professional scorn, “but you are no traveler.”The English voice of an ironwood merchant put him in his place, inform
14、ing me that I was practically the only white woman who had ever stopped at Tawau, except for Mrs. Martin Johnson. He hoped we were not planning to take any movies: “We had to organize a wild buffalo hunt for her in the rubber groves All the buffalo were tame, naturally.”“Did you hear” I swelled with
15、 pioneer pride. “Second only to Osa Johnson.” But I suggested that the place must be teeming with white men.“Not exactly. Only two of us- the British Resident and myself. We havent spoken for years,” the merchant said. “Its very Somerset Maugham. He thinks Im letting down the white mans burden becau
16、se I make canoe trip with the natives looking for rare hardwoods to sell at a profit.”Borneowas a landmark in my life- a seamark, anyway. Borneo was all but the last outpost of theBritish Empireto be given up.(863 words)汉译英海伦斯诺伦认为，她的一生与延安有着特殊的感情。她把延安描写成是一颗镶嵌在群山和城墙环抱之中的宝石，延安就像中国文明的哨兵。60年之后，当她回顾当年在延安的时光时，海伦这样写道：“时至今日，人们依然感到奇怪，一个年轻的美国女青年，居然成为整个延安历史的一部分。我写作的续西行漫记，是第一部关于延安的著作，而且在后来的许多年里，一直是唯一的一部”。海伦笔下的延安，特
