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3. Richard Wagner: German composer, born in Leipzig on 22 May 1813 and died in Venice on 13 February 1883. (72) He did more than any other composer to change music, and indeed to change the art and thinking about it. His works are hated as much as they are worshipped, but no one denies their greatness.
Conclusion: Richard Wagner, as “one of
the world‟s greatest dramatists...a great thinker...one of the most stupendous musical geniuses”, has every reason to be a monster.
5. Paraphrase the sentence.
He wrote begging letters by the score, sometimes groveling without shame, at others loftily offering his intended benefactor the privilege of contributing to his support, and being mortally offended if the recipient declined the honor. He wrote large number of letters to his patron begging shamelessly for money, but in a manner that it seemed to be an honor for the patron to be offered the chance to provide his support to him. That‟s why he would be greatly offended
Unit 7 The Monster课文翻译综合教程四
Unit 7 The Monster课文翻译综合教程四Unit 7The MonsterDeems Taylor1 He was an undersized little man, with a head too big for his body�D a sickly littleman. His nerves were bad. He had skin trouble. It was agony for him to wear anything next to his skin coarser than silk. And he had delusions of grandeur.2 He was a monster of conceit. Never for one minute did he look at the world or atpeople, except in relation to himself. He believed himself to be one of the greatest dramatists in the world, one of the greatest thinkers, and one of the greatest composers. To hear him talk, he was Shakespeare, and Beethoven, and Plato, rolled into one. He was one of the most exhausting conversationalists that ever lived. Sometimes he was brilliant; sometimes he was maddeningly tiresome. But whether he was being brilliant or dull, he had one sole topic of conversation: himself. What he thought and what he did.3 He had a mania for being in the right. The slightest hint of disagreement, fromanyone, on the most trivial point, was enough to set him off on a harangue that might last for hours, in which he proved himself right in so many ways, and with such exhausting volubility, that in the end his hearer, stunned and deafened, would agree with him, for the sake of peace.4 It never occurred to him that he and his doing were not of the most intense andfascinating interest to anyone with whom he came in contact. He had theories about almost any subject under the sun, including vegetarianism, the drama, politics, and music; and in support of these theories he wrote pamphlets, letters, books ... thousands upon thousands of words, hundreds and hundreds of pages. He not only wrote these things, and published them �Dusually at somebody else’s expense �D but he would sit and read them aloud, for hours, to his friends, and his family.5 He had the emotional stability of a six-year-old child. When he felt out of sorts,he would rave and stamp, or sink into suicidal gloom and talk darkly of going to the East to end his days as a Buddhist monk. Ten minutes later, when something pleased him he would rush out of doors and run around the garden, or jump up and down off the sofa, or stand on his head. He could be grief-stricken over the death of a pet dog, and could be callous and heartless to a degree that would have made a Roman emperor shudder.6 He was almost innocent of any sense of responsibility. He was convinced that感谢您的阅读，祝您生活愉快。
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• 6. decline • v. to deteriorate gradually; fail逐渐恶化，衰败 • <释例>The arts of China have not declined in spite of Western influence. • 虽有西方影响，中国的艺术并未因此而衰落。 • <点拨>decline，deny，refuse, reject • decline指对别人的邀请、请求、建议、帮助等有礼 貌地回绝，是这组近义词中最文雅的词，语气比较委 婉，如： • He declined the nomination. 他不愿意被提名。 • deny意为“拒绝”时，主要用于拒绝相信(某事的真 实性)，不承认(某事合法，能够成立），还用于拒绝 接受或给予（某人以某物等），如： • He denied the accusation to be just． • 他不承认这项控诉是合法的。
• <点拨> weary，fatigue和exhaust都可 以表示“使疲惫”。
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• weary可以指力量或忍耐力的消退，但通常带有一 种很强的不满的含义，如由于让人厌烦的事所导 致，例如： • He found the journey wearying. 他觉得旅行很 累人。 • fatigue意为疲劳，如由压力所造成的; • fatigued by the day‟s labors 被一天的劳作弄 得疲惫不堪 • exhaust指精疲力尽，这个词表示体力或情感力量 的完全耗尽，例如: • The discussion was so prolonged and exhausting that at intervals the speakers stopped for refreshments. • 讨论会拖得时间太长并且很累人，发言者每隔一 段时间就停下来吃点点心。 Free Template from
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Unit 7The MonsterDeems Taylor1He was an undersized little man, with a head too big for his body ―a sickly little man. His nerves were bad. He had skin trouble. It was agony for him to wearanything next to his skin coarser than silk. And he had delusions of grandeur.2He was a monster of conceit. Never for one minute did he look at the world or at people, except in relation to himself. He believed himself to be one of the greatest dramatists in the world, one of the greatest thinkers, and one of the greatest composers. To hear him talk, he was Shakespeare, and Beethoven, and Plato, rolledinto one. He was one of the most exhausting conversationalists that ever lived. Sometimes he was brilliant; sometimes he was maddeningly tiresome. But whetherhe was being brilliant or dull, he had one sole topic of conversation: himself. Whathe thought and what he did.3He had a mania for being in the right. The slightest hint of disagreement, from anyone, on the most trivial point, was enough to set him off on a harangue thatmight last for hours, in which he proved himself right in so many ways, and withsuch exhausting volubility, that in the end his hearer, stunned and deafened, would agree with him, for the sake of peace.4It never occurred to him that he and his doing were not of the most intense and fascinating interest to anyone with whom he came in contact. He had theories about almost any subject under the sun, including vegetarianism, the drama, politics, and music; and in support of these theories he wrote pamphlets, letters, books ... thousands upon thousands of words, hundreds and hundreds of pages. He not only wrote these things, and published them ―usually at somebody else's expense ―but he would sit and read them aloud, for hours, to his friends, and his family.5He had the emotional stability of a six-year-old child. When he felt out of sorts, he would rave and stamp, or sink into suicidal gloom and talk darkly of going to the East to end his days as a Buddhist monk. Ten minutes later, when somethingpleased him he would rush out of doors and run around the garden, or jump up and down off the sofa, or stand on his head. He could be grief-stricken over the death ofa pet dog, and could be callous and heartless to a degree that would have made a Roman emperor shudder.thatwas convinced He responsibility. of sense any of innocent was almost He 6．the world owed him a living. In support of this belief, he borrowed money from everybody who was good for a loan ―men, women, friends, or strangers. He wrote begging letters by the score, sometimes groveling without shame, at others loftilyoffering his intended benefactor the privilege of contributing to his support, andbeing mortally offended if the recipient declined the honor.7What money he could lay his hand on he spent like an Indian rajah. No one will ever know ―certainly he never knows ―how much money he owed. We do know that his greatest benefactor gave him $6,000 to pay the most pressing of his debtsin one city, and a year later had to give him $16,000 to enable him to live in another city without being thrown into jail for debt.8He was equally unscrupulous in other ways. An endless procession of women marched through his life. His first wife spent twenty years enduring and forgivinghis infidelities. His second wife had been the wife of his most devoted friend and admirer, from whom he stole her. And even while he was trying to persuade her to leave her first husband he was writing to a friend to inquire whether he couldsuggest some wealthy woman ―any wealthy woman ―whom he could marry for her money.9He had a genius for making enemies. He would insult a man who disagreed with him about the weather. He would pull endless wires in order to meet some manwho admired his work and was able and anxious to be of use to him ―and would proceed to make a mortal enemy of him with some idiotic and wholly uncalled-for exhibition of arrogance and bad manners. A character in one of his operas was a caricature of one of the most powerful music critics of his day. Not content with burlesquing him, he invited the critic to his house and read him the libretto aloud in front of his friends.10The name of this monster was Richard Wagner. Everything I have said about him you can find on record ―in newspapers, in police reports, in the testimony of people who knew him, in his own letters, between the lines of his autobiography.And the curious thing about this record is that it doesn't matter in the least.11Because this undersized, sickly, disagreeable, fascinating little man was right all the time, the joke was on us. He was one of the world's greatest dramatists; he was a great thinker; he was one of the most stupendous musical geniuses that, up to now,the world has ever seen. The world did owe him a living. What if he did talk about himself all the time? If he talked about himself for twenty-four hours every day forthe span of his life he would not have uttered half the number of words that othermen have spoken and written about him since his death.12When you consider what he wrote ―thirteen operas and music dramas, eleven of them still holding the stage, eight of them unquestionably worth ranking amongthe world's great musico-dramatic masterpieces ―when you listen to what he wrote, the debts and heartaches that people had to endure from him don't seem much of a price.13What if he was faithless to his friends and to his wives? He had one mistress to whom he was faithful to the day of his death: Music. Not for a single moment did he ever compromise with what he believed, with what he dreamed. There is not a lineof his music that could have been conceived by a little mind. Even when he is dull,or downright bad, he is dull in the grand manner. Listening to his music, one doesnot forgive him for what he may or may not have been. It is not a matter offorgiveness. It is a matter of being dumb with wonder that his poor brain and bodydidn't burst under the torment of the demon of creative energy that lived inside him, struggling, clawing, scratching to be released; tearing, shrieking at him to write themusic that was in him. The miracle is that what he did in the little space of seventyyears could have been done at all, even by a great genius. Is it any wonder he had no time to be a man?畸人迪姆斯·泰勒1 他是个大头小身体、病怏怏的矬子；成日神经兮兮，皮肤也有毛病。
Unit7TheMonster课文翻译综合教程四
Unit 7The Monst erDeems Taylor1He was an un dersized littleman, with a head too big for his body ― a sickly little man. His nerves were bad. He had skin tr ouble. It was ag ony for him to w ear anything nex t to his skin co arser than silk. And he had delu sions of grandeu r.2He was amonster of conce it. Never for on e minute did helook at the worl d or at people,except in relati on to himself. H e believed himse lf to be one ofthe greatest dra matists in the w orld, one of the greatest thinke rs, and one of t he greatest comp osers. To hear h im talk, he wasShakespeare, and Beethoven, andPlato, rolled in to one. He was o ne of the most e xhausting conver sationalists tha t ever lived.So metimes he was b rilliant; someti mes he was madde ningly tiresome. But whether hewas being brilli ant or dull, hehad one sole top ic of conversati on: himself. Wha t he thought and what he did.3He had a mania for being in th e right. The sli ghtest hint of d isagreement, fro m anyone, on the most trivial po int, was enoughto set him off o n a harangue tha t might last for hours, in which he proved himse lf right in so m any ways, and wi th such exhausti ng volubility, t hat in the end h is hearer, stunn ed and deafened, would agree wit h him, for the s ake of peace.4It never occur red to him thathe and his doing were not of the most intense an d fascinating in terest to anyone with whom he ca me in contact. H e had theories a bout almost anysubject under th e sun, including vegetarianism,the drama, polit ics, and music;and in support o f these theories he wrote pamphl ets, letters, bo oks ...thousand s upon thousands of words, hundr eds and hundreds of pages. He no t only wrote the se things, and p ublish ed them ―usually at someb ody else’s expen se ― but he woul d sit and read t hem aloud, for h ours, to his fri ends, and his fa mily.5He had the emotional s tability of a si x-year-old child. When he felt o ut of sorts, hewould rave and s tamp, or sink in to suicidal gloo m and talk darkl y of going to th e East to end hi s days as a Budd hist monk. Ten m inutes later, wh en something ple ased him he woul d rush out of do ors and run arou nd the garden, o r jump up and do wn off the sofa, or stand on his head. He couldbe grief-stricke n over the death ofa pet dog, a nd could be call ous and heartles s to a degree th at would have ma de aRoman emper or shudder.6He was almost in nocent of any se nse of responsib ility. He was co nvinced that theworld owed hima living. In sup port of this bel ief, he borrowed money from ever ybody who was go od for a loan ―men, women, frie nds, or stranger s. He wrote begg ing letters by t he score, someti mes groveling wi thout shame, atothers loftily o ffering his inte nded benefactorthe privilege of contributing to his support, an d being mortally offended if the recipient decli ned the honor.7What money he could lay his h and on he spentlike an Indian r ajah. No one wil l ever know ― ce rtainly he never knows ― how muc h money he owed. We do know that his greatest be nefactor gave hi m $6,000 to paythe most pressin g of his debts i n one city, anda year later had to give him $16,000 to enable h im to live in an other city witho ut being throwninto jail for de bt.8He was e qually unscrupul ous in other way s. An endless pr ocession of wome n marched throug h his life. Hisfirst wife spent twenty years en during and forgi ving his infidel ities. His secon d wife had beenthe wife of hismost devoted fri end and admirer, from whom he st ole her. And eve n while he was t rying to persuad e her to leave h er first husband he was writingto a friend to i nquire whether h e could suggestsome wealthy wom an ― any wealt hy woman ― whom he could marry for her money.9He had a geniusfor making enemi es. He would ins ult a man who di sagreed with him about the weath er. He would pul l endless wiresin order to meet some man who ad mired his work a nd was able andanxious to be of use to him ― an d would proceedto make a mortal enemy of him wi th some idioticand wholly uncal led-for exhibiti on of arroganceand bad manners. A character inone of his opera s was a caricatu re of one of the most powerful m usic critics ofhis day. Not con tent with burles quing him, he in vited the critic to his house an d read him the l ibretto aloud in front of his fr iends.10The n ame of this mons ter was RichardWagner. Everythi ng I have said a bout him you can find on record― in newspapers, in police repor ts, in the testi mony of people w ho knew him, inhis own letters, between the lin es of his autobi ography.And the curious thing a bout this record is that it does n’t matter in th e least.11Bec ause this unders ized, sickly, di sagreeable, fasc inating little m an was right all the time, the j oke was on us. H e was one of the world’s greates t dramatists; he was a great thi nker; he was one of the most stu pendous musicalgeniuses that, u p to now, the wo rld has ever see n. The world did owe him a livin g. What if he di d talk about him self all the tim e? If he talkedabout himself fo r twenty-four ho urs every day fo r the span of hi s life he wouldnot have uttered half the number of words that o thermen have sp oken and written about him since his death.12When you conside r what he wrote― thirteen opera s and music dram as, eleven of th em still holding the stage, eigh t of them unques tionably worth r anking among the wor ld’s great m usico-dramatic m asterpieces ― wh en you listen to what he wrote,the debts and he artaches that pe ople had to endu re from him don’t seem much of a price.13W hat if he was fa ithless to his f riends and to hi s wives? He hadone mistress towhom he was fait hful to the dayof his death: Mu sic. Not for a s ingle moment did he ever comprom ise with what he believed, withwhat he dreamed. There is not aline of his musi c that could hav e been conceived by a little min d. Even when heis dull, or down right bad, he is dull in the gra nd manner. Liste ning to his musi c, one does notforgive him forwhat he may or m ay not have been. It is not a ma tter of forgiven ess. It is a mat ter of being dum b with wonder th at his poor brai n and body didn’t burst under th e torment of the demon of creati ve energy that l ived inside him, struggling, cla wing, scratching to be released; tearing, shriek ing at him to wr ite the music th at was in him. T he miracle is th at what he did i n the little spa ce of seventy ye ars could have b een done at all, even by a great genius. Is it a ny wonder he had no time to be a man?畸人迪姆斯·泰勒1 他是个大头小身体、病怏怏的矬子；成日神经兮兮，皮肤也有毛病。
Unit 7 The Monster习题答案综合教程四
Unit 7 The MonsterKey to the ExercisesText comprehensionI. Decide which of the following best states the author's purpose of writing.CII. Judge, according to the text, whether the following statements are true or false.1. T (Refer to Paragraphs 2?.)2. F (Refer to Paragraph 5, which suggests he was emotionally unstable.)3. F (Refer to Paragraph 7, which states he was responsible for large sums of debt.)4. T (Refer to Paragraph 8. A lot of women came into his life as a result of his pursuit, and were abandoned by him in the end.)5. T (Refer to Paragraph 12.)III. A nswer the following questions.1. Refer to Paragraph 1. He had a short stature with a disproportionately large head. And he had skin diseases.2. Refer to Paragraph 2. He believed he was one of the greatest men in the world, a great composer, a great thinker and a great dramatist combined into one. A man of such arrogance cannot help but take himself to be the center of conversations.3. Refer to Paragraph 3. If anyone showed slight disagreement with him, he would make a lengthy and aggressive speech for hours to prove himself to be in the right. This would force his dazed and deafened hearer to surrender.4. Refer to Paragraph5. He was emotionally capricious like a child. Rapture in him could easily turn into extreme melancholy. He was heartless and callous to a frightening degree on some occasions. Moreover, his emotional states always found outward expression.5. Refer to Paragraphs 11 and 12. The author says that Wagner was among the greatest dramatists, the greatest thinkers and the most tremendous musical geniuses in our world. His immortal works far exceeded in value the tortures his arrogance inflicted upon others and the debts he owed.6. Refer to Paragraph 13. The tremendous creative power, which propelled him to produce so many memorable works in his lifetime, could have crushed his poor brain and body. However, he miraculously survived and made all the immortal accomplishments. In this sense he was a monster rather than a human being.IV. Explain in your own words the following sentences.1. He almost had no sense of responsibility.2. He wrote large numbers of letters begging for money. In some letters he was servile without shame, and in other letters he loftily offered his targeted benefactor the privilege of contributing to his support. If the recipient refused to accept his offer, i.e. refused to lend him money, he would fly into a rage.3. He would use his influence on as many people as possible in order to meet some admirer of his who was only too glad to offer him his help.4. Since Wagner was driven by such tremendous forces, it is no surprise that he didn't behave like a normal human being.Structural analysis of the textIn the first 10 paragraphs, we can find the following words and expressions used to describe Richard Wagner as a monster of conceit: delusions of grandeur / a monster of conceit / believed himself to be one of the greatest dramatists in the world, one of the greatest thinkers, and one of the greatest composers / the most exhausting conversationalist / proved himself right in so many ways / had theories about almost any subject under the sun / almost innocent of any sense of responsibility / an endless procession of women.In the remaining paragraphs, we can find the following words and expressions used to describe him as a great genius: right all the time / one of the world's greatest dramatists / a great thinker / one of the most stupendous musical geniuses / owe him a living.Rhetorical features of the textThe repetitive use of the third person pronoun he creates suspense in the reader's mind. This is one of the effective ways to hold the reader's attention and make him read on.Vocabulary exercisesI. Explain the underlined part in each sentence in your own words.1. person with extremely excessive self-pride2. with all their talents combined in him3. in a bad temper; unwell or annoyed4. without5. use as much influence of his as possible (from behind the scenes)6. make concessionII. Fill in the blank in each sentence with a phrase from the box in its appropriate form.1. pulled wires2. be content with3. rolled into one4. between the lines of5. sink into6. innocent of7. out of sorts8. lay my hands onIII. Fill in the blanks with the appropriate forms of the given words.1. callousness2. tormentor3. inconceivable4. arrogantly5. gloomy6. tragedy7. delusion 8. loftyIV. Choose the word that can replace the underlined part in each sentence without changing its original meaning.1. A2. B3. C4. A5. C6. B7. A8. DV. Give a synonym or an antonym of the word underlined in each sentence in the sense it is used.1. Antonym: humbleness (modesty)2. Synonym: amazing (stunning, miraculous)3. Synonym: cold-blooded (inhumane, merciless)4. Synonym: void5. Antonym: ethical (moral, principled, scrupulous)6. Synonym: parody (caricature)7. Antonym: exhilaration (bliss, ecstasy)8. Synonym: proudly (self-importantly)VI. Explain the meaning of the underlined part in each sentence.1. company2. controlled3. imprecise4. out of fashion5. immediately6. coverGrammar exercisesI. Complete the following sentences with prepositions.1. at2. on3. to4. at5. from6. of7. in, for, at 8. on, of, of9. over 10. on, under, out ofII. Fill in the blank in each sentence with the choice you think the most appropriate. 1. C 2. A 3. B 4. C5. D6. D7. B8. DIII. R ewrite the following paragraph, using appropriate coordinators so as to make it more concise.Both John and I wanted to go to the movies, but we could not agree on which picture we should go to see. A new picture was showing at the Palace and another at the Globe. Neither John nor I had seen either of these pictures. I wanted to see the one at the Globe, but John didn't.IV. Join the sentences in each group into one without using and, but or so.1. My cousin, John, who has a beautiful tenor voice, is appearing at the Royal Festival Hall, where I am going to meet him after the concert.2. The roller coaster, which made its appearance in 1884, is still one of the most exciting rides in an amusement park.3. As I could not find a British-made ballpoint pen, I bought a French one, which was expensive although it was an extremely simple pen.4. Everybody who is interested in brass rubbings should visit our village church because it contains some beautiful brasses which date from the 14th century.5. Despite free medical treatment being available to everybody in the country, there are still a number of private hospitals, which are mostly patronized by foreign visitors who do not want to wait for a bed in a National Health Service hospital.6. Crochet, which used to be a favourite pastime in Victorian times, is back in fashion because clothes have become so expensive that it is worthwhile to make them.7. Clanging its bell, the empty cable car approaches, swaying as though slightly drunk.8. We arrived by plane from Denver, a 16-minute flight that culminated in a breathtaking touchdown at a tiny airport tucked in among the Rocky Mountains.V. Replace the underlined parts by infinitive phrases.1. The child is lonely; he would be happier if he had someone to play with.2. I have some letters to write.3. He was the first man to leave the burning building.4. The pilot was the only man to survive the crash.5. The last one to leave the room must turn out the lights.6. That is the largest ship to be built.7. My files are all over the place. I wish I had a box to keep them in.8. I don't much care for cooking for myself; if I had a family to cook for I'd be more interested.VI. Make sentences of your own after the sentences given below, keeping the underlined structures in your sentences.(Reference version)1. Work interests him to such a degree that he thinks about nothing else.2. What if they do not come?Translation exercisesI. Translate the following sentences into Chinese.1. 任何人只要有一丝半点的不同意见，即使再微不足道，也足够让他高谈阔论几个钟头，用他那十分累人的雄辩从多方面论证自己是正确的，结果是他的听众听得目瞪口呆，两耳震聋，为了息事宁人，只好顺从他。
Unit 7 The Monster课文翻译综合教程四【优质文档】
Unit 7The MonsterDeems Taylor1He was an undersized little man, with a head too big for his body ― a sickly little man. His nerves were bad. He had skin trouble. It was agony for him to wear anything next to his skin coarser than silk. And he had delusions of grandeur.2He was a monster of conceit. Never for one minute did he look at the world or at people, except in relation to himself. He believed himself to be one of the greatest dramatists in the world, one of the greatest thinkers, and one of the greatest composers. To hear him talk, he was Shakespeare, and Beethoven, and Plato, rolled into one. He was one of the most exhausting conversationalists that ever lived.Sometimes he was brilliant; sometimes he was maddeningly tiresome. But whether he was being brilliant or dull, he had one sole topic of conversation: himself. What he thought and what he did.3He had a mania for being in the right. The slightest hint of disagreement, from anyone, on the most trivial point, was enough to set him off on a harangue that might last for hours, in which he proved himself right in so many ways, and with such exhausting volubility, that in the end his hearer, stunned and deafened, would agree with him, for the sake of peace.4It never occurred to him that he and his doing were not of the most intense and fascinating interest to anyone with whom he came in contact. He had theories about almost any subject under the sun, including vegetarianism, the drama, politics, and music; and in support of these theories he wrote pamphlets, letters, books ...thousands upon thousands of words, hundreds and hundreds of pages. He not only wrote these things, and published them ― usually at somebody else’s expense ― but he would sit and read them aloud, for hours, to his friends, and his family.5He had the emotional stability of a six-year-old child. When he felt out of sorts, he would rave and stamp, or sink into suicidal gloom and talk darkly of going to the East to end his days as a Buddhist monk. Ten minutes later, when something pleased him he would rush out of doors and run around the garden, or jump up and down off the sofa, or stand on his head. He could be grief-stricken over the death ofa pet dog, and could be callous and heartless to a degree that would have made aRoman emperor shudder.6He was almost innocent of any sense of responsibility. He was convinced thatthe world owed him a living. In support of this belief, he borrowed money from everybody who was good for a loan ― men, women, friends, or strange rs. He wrote begging letters by the score, sometimes groveling without shame, at others loftily offering his intended benefactor the privilege of contributing to his support, and being mortally offended if the recipient declined the honor.7What money he could lay his hand on he spent like an Indian rajah. No one will ever know ― certainly he never knows ― how much money he owed. We do know that his greatest benefactor gave him $6,000 to pay the most pressing of his debts in one city, and a year later had to give him $16,000 to enable him to live in another city without being thrown into jail for debt.8He was equally unscrupulous in other ways. An endless procession of women marched through his life. His first wife spent twenty years enduring and forgiving his infidelities. His second wife had been the wife of his most devoted friend and admirer, from whom he stole her. And even while he was trying to persuade her to leave her first husband he was writing to a friend to inquire whether he could suggest some wealthy woman ― any wealthy woman ― whom he could marry for her money.9He had a genius for making enemies. He would insult a man who disagreed with him about the weather. He would pull endless wires in order to meet some man who admired his work and was able and anxious to be of use to him ― and would proceed to make a mortal enemy of him with some idiotic and wholly uncalled-for exhibition of arrogance and bad manners. A character in one of his operas was a caricature of one of the most powerful music critics of his day. Not content with burlesquing him, he invited the critic to his house and read him the libretto aloud in front of his friends.10The name of this monster was Richard Wagner. Everything I have said about him you can find on record ― in newspapers, in police reports, in the testimony of people who knew him, in his own letters, between the lines of his autobiography.And the curious thing about this record is that it doesn’t matter in the least.11Because this undersized, sickly, disagreeable, fascinating little man was right all the time, the joke was on us. He was one of the world’s greatest dramatists; he was a great thinker; he was one of the most stupendous musical geniuses that, up to now, the world has ever seen. The world did owe him a living. What if he did talk about himself all the time? If he talked about himself for twenty-four hours every day for the span of his life he would not have uttered half the number of words that othermen have spoken and written about him since his death.12When you consider what he wrote ― thirteen operas and music dramas, eleven of them still holding the stage, eight of them unquestionably worth ranking among the world’s great musico-dramatic masterpieces ― when you listen to what he wrote, the debts and heartaches that people had to endure from him don’t seem much of a price.13What if he was faithless to his friends and to his wives? He had one mistress to whom he was faithful to the day of his death: Music. Not for a single moment did he ever compromise with what he believed, with what he dreamed. There is not a line of his music that could have been conceived by a little mind. Even when he is dull, or downright bad, he is dull in the grand manner. Listening to his music, one does not forgive him for what he may or may not have been. It is not a matter of forgiveness. It is a matter of being dumb with wonder that his poor brain and body didn’t burst under the torment of the demon of creative energy that lived inside him, struggling, clawing, scratching to be released; tearing, shrieking at him to write the music that was in him. The miracle is that what he did in the little space of seventy years could have been done at all, even by a great genius. Is it any wonder he had no time to be a man?畸人迪姆斯·泰勒1 他是个大头小身体、病怏怏的矬子；成日神经兮兮，皮肤也有毛病。
Unit 7 The Monster课文翻译综合教程四
Unit 7The MonsterDeems Taylor1He was an undersized little man, with a head too big for his body ― a sickly little man. His nerves were bad. He had skin trouble. It was agony for him to wear anything next to his skin coarser than silk. And he had delusions of grandeur.2He was a monster of conceit. Never for one minute did he look at the world or at people, except in relation to himself. He believed himself to be one of the greatest dramatists in the world, one of the greatest thinkers, and one of the greatest composers. To hear him talk, he was Shakespeare, and Beethoven, and Plato, rolled into one. He was one of the most exhausting conversationalists that ever lived.Sometimes he was brilliant; sometimes he was maddeningly tiresome. But whether he was being brilliant or dull, he had one sole topic of conversation: himself. What he thought and what he did.3He had a mania for being in the right. The slightest hint of disagreement, from anyone, on the most trivial point, was enough to set him off on a harangue that might last for hours, in which he proved himself right in so many ways, and with such exhausting volubility, that in the end his hearer, stunned and deafened, would agree with him, for the sake of peace.4It never occurred to him that he and his doing were not of the most intense and fascinating interest to anyone with whom he came in contact. He had theories about almost any subject under the sun, including vegetarianism, the drama, politics, and music; and in support of these theories he wrote pamphlets, letters, books ...thousands upon thousands of words, hundreds and hundreds of pages. He not only wrote these things, and published them ― usually at somebody else’s expense ― but he would sit and read them aloud, for hours, to his friends, and his family.5He had the emotional stability of a six-year-old child. When he felt out of sorts, he would rave and stamp, or sink into suicidal gloom and talk darkly of going to the East to end his days as a Buddhist monk. Ten minutes later, when something pleased him he would rush out of doors and run around the garden, or jump up and down off the sofa, or stand on his head. He could be grief-stricken over the death ofa pet dog, and could be callous and heartless to a degree that would have made aRoman emperor shudder.6He was almost innocent of any sense of responsibility. He was convinced thatthe world owed him a living. In support of this belief, he borrowed money from everybody who was good for a loan ― men, women, friends, or strange rs. He wrote begging letters by the score, sometimes groveling without shame, at others loftily offering his intended benefactor the privilege of contributing to his support, and being mortally offended if the recipient declined the honor.7What money he could lay his hand on he spent like an Indian rajah. No one will ever know ― certainly he never knows ― how much money he owed. We do know that his greatest benefactor gave him $6,000 to pay the most pressing of his debts in one city, and a year later had to give him $16,000 to enable him to live in another city without being thrown into jail for debt.8He was equally unscrupulous in other ways. An endless procession of women marched through his life. His first wife spent twenty years enduring and forgiving his infidelities. His second wife had been the wife of his most devoted friend and admirer, from whom he stole her. And even while he was trying to persuade her to leave her first husband he was writing to a friend to inquire whether he could suggest some wealthy woman ― any wealthy woman ― whom he could marry for her money.9He had a genius for making enemies. He would insult a man who disagreed with him about the weather. He would pull endless wires in order to meet some man who admired his work and was able and anxious to be of use to him ― and would proceed to make a mortal enemy of him with some idiotic and wholly uncalled-for exhibition of arrogance and bad manners. A character in one of his operas was a caricature of one of the most powerful music critics of his day. Not content with burlesquing him, he invited the critic to his house and read him the libretto aloud in front of his friends.10The name of this monster was Richard Wagner. Everything I have said about him you can find on record ― in newspapers, in police reports, in the testimony of people who knew him, in his own letters, between the lines of his autobiography.And the curious thing about this record is that it doesn’t matter in the least.11Because this undersized, sickly, disagreeable, fascinating little man was right all the time, the joke was on us. He was one of the world’s greatest dramatists; he was a great thinker; he was one of the most stupendous musical geniuses that, up to now, the world has ever seen. The world did owe him a living. What if he did talk about himself all the time? If he talked about himself for twenty-four hours every day for the span of his life he would not have uttered half the number of words that othermen have spoken and written about him since his death.12When you consider what he wrote ― thirteen operas and music dramas, eleven of them still holding the stage, eight of them unquestionably worth ranking among the world’s great musico-dramatic masterpieces ― when you listen to what he wrote, the debts and heartaches that people had to endure from him don’t seem much of a price.13What if he was faithless to his friends and to his wives? He had one mistress to whom he was faithful to the day of his death: Music. Not for a single moment did he ever compromise with what he believed, with what he dreamed. There is not a line of his music that could have been conceived by a little mind. Even when he is dull, or downright bad, he is dull in the grand manner. Listening to his music, one does not forgive him for what he may or may not have been. It is not a matter of forgiveness. It is a matter of being dumb with wonder that his poor brain and body didn’t burst under the torment of the demon of creative energy that lived inside him, struggling, clawing, scratching to be released; tearing, shrieking at him to write the music that was in him. The miracle is that what he did in the little space of seventy years could have been done at all, even by a great genius. Is it any wonder he had no time to be a man?畸人迪姆斯·泰勒1 他是个大头小身体、病怏怏的矬子；成日神经兮兮，皮肤也有毛病。
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Text Ⅰ The MonsFra bibliotekerBackground Information Pre-reading Questions Words & Phrases Study Structural Analysis Understanding the Text Summary After-class Discussion
▪ Famous composers in Germany ▪ 巴赫；门德尔松；亨德尔；贝多芬；舒曼
Richard Wagner
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Pre-reading questions:
▪ 1. What is a monster? ▪ 2.Have you ever met or heard of anyone
Deems Taylor
Unit 7 The Monster
Learning Aims
▪ 1.Key words, expressions and key structures, e.g. compromise
▪ 2.Learn about the Monster Richard Wagner
▪ 3.Learn to practice writing about a person in the author’s way.
as a sportsman.运动员需要勇气和耐心。
▪ Get on sb.’s nerves 惹某人心烦 ▪ His hair style gets on my nerves. ▪ 我很反感他的发型。
Words & Phrases Study
▪ 2. agony n. extremely physical or mental suffering ▪ She was in agony of indecision.她陷于扰豫的痛苦中。 ▪ agony是severe pain of mind or body的含义，比anguish程度
Background Information
▪ About the text: ▪ This text first appeared as a radio
talk, entitled A Monster. Later it was published with the title Of Men and Music in the United States in 1937.
深，强调痛苦的剧烈，如： ▪ He could feel the angry as if his leg was being
amputated．他感到很痛苦，好像腿正在被截掉一样。 ▪ anguish意为“痛苦，苦恼”，着重指精神上令人难以忍受的极
度痛苦，用于身体方面，多指局部或暂时的痛苦，如: ▪ My husband’s anguish at the loss of the paper went to my
▪
《BBC 理查德·瓦格纳》BBC Richard
Richard Wagner
▪ 瓦格纳（Richard Wagner，１８１３－１８８３年）：１８１３年５月２２日 生于莱比锡。自幼喜爱贝多芬、莫扎特和韦伯的音乐，自学钢琴和作曲。同时， 也受莎士比亚、歌德、席勒的戏剧影响，１５岁时就写了一出５幕的诗悲剧， 晚年又受叔本华、尼采甚至弗洛伊德等哲学家的影响。１８３３年夏天在维尔 茨堡担任歌剧指挥，并开始歌剧创作。１８４０年写成《黎恩济》，１８４１ 年创作了他的第一部歌剧代表作《漂泊的荷兰人》。１８４３年被任命为德累 斯顿宫廷歌剧院指挥。１８４５年演出他根据德国传说所作的《汤豪塞》。１ ８４９年后，在国外流亡１５年。１８７５年完成了《指环》的全部写作，并 于１８７６年８月在新落成的拜罗伊特剧院上演，获极大成功。１８８３年２ 月１３日逝世。他的音乐戏剧的舞台作品具有极为深远的意义，特点是都是由 自己创作的（包括情节、人物、剧词、表现方法和音乐）。瓦格纳一直认为女 性身上有救赎和毁灭两种特性，这种矛盾性使他创造的女性形象通常都是复杂 的、怀着巨大痛苦的英雄女高音。他对音乐形式本身从不感兴趣，只把它作为 情感的和心理的表现手段而已。他彻底改革了作曲的技术，从而对音乐作为一 种艺术的发展具有决定性的影响，并导致表现主义音乐的形成。
who is comparable to a monster? Describe him or her. ▪ 3.How should we look at those monsters?
Words & Phrases Study
▪ 1.nerve n. 神经；勇气，胆量 ▪ It takes a lot of nerve and endurance
Richard Wagner
▪ Famous works Composer
仙女 Die Feen 禁恋 Das Liebesverbot oder Die Novize von Palermo
Drama 漂泊的荷兰人 Der Fliegende Holländer 汤豪舍Tannhäuser
▪ About the author: ▪ Deems Taylor, American musician and
critic
Richard Wagner
▪ Richard Wagner: German composer, born in Leipzig on 22 May 1813 and died in Venice on 13 February 1883. he did more than any other composer to change music, and indeed to change the art and thinking about it. His works are hated as much as they are worshipped, but no one denies their greatness.