thediscusthrower.ppt
unit8_掷铁饼者
第二十三页，编辑于星期三：三点 四十ome together as a group, to bring people or things together as a group
e.g. All the students were asked to assemble in the main hall.
第七页，编辑于星期三：三点 四十六分。
About the Text
This text is a piece of narration. The narrator, as a doctor, had a unique habit of “spying on” his patients for the sake of better medical treatment. He met with a particular patient who is blind and has amputations（
e.g. One of the officers is charged with murder. The other is charged as an accomplice.
第二十二页，编辑于星期三：三点 四十六分。
OATMEAL NOUN
The Discus Thrower小组讲课
Our Opinions
1.If we focus on the pain of life, our life will be painful; if we focus on the joy of life, our life may be full of joy, the most important thing is not our experiences of pain and joy,but our 2.attitudes towards life. It is inevitable to struggle with dilemma, when you trapped in difficult times, hold on, hold the spirit of never saying give up.
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The patient in Room 542 was unusual. He had the look of vigor and good health, but he was blind, legless, and his deteriorating body was lik-know saying
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist， but you have ceased to live. （Mark Twain ） 不要放弃你的幻想。当幻想没有了 以后，你还可以生存，但是你虽生 犹死。 Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. (Hellen Keller,) 虽然世界多苦难，但是苦难总是能 战胜的。
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The Discus Throwerby Richard SelzerRichard Selzer, a retired surgeon at Yale-New Haven Hospital, has written widely, publishing articles in popular magazines as well as occasional short fiction. In the essay reprinted here, which first appeared in Harper's Magazine in 1977, Selzer reports on thevisits he made to one of his patients.I spy on my patients. Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance, that he might the more fully assemble the evidence? So I stand in the doorw ays of hospital rooms and gaze. Oh, it is not all that furtive an act. Those in bed need only look up in order to discover me. But they never do.From the doorway of Room 542, the man in the bed seems deeply tanned. Blue eyes and close-cropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health. But I know that his skin in not brown from the sun. It is rusted, rather, in the last stage of containing the vile repose within. And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage. This man is blind. This man is also legless-the right leg missing from midthigh down, the left from just below the knee. It gives him the look of ornamental tree, roots and branches pruned to the purpose that the thing should suggest a great tree but the dwarfed facsimile thereof.Propped on pillows, he cups his right thigh in both hands. Now and then, he shakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering. In all of this, he makes no sound. Is he mute as well as blind?If he is in pain, why do I not see it in his face? Why is the mouth not opened for shrieking? The eyes not spun skyward? Where are tears? He appears to be waiting for something, something that a blind man cannot watch for, but for which he is no less alert. He is listening.The room in which he dwells is empty of all possessions- they get well cards, the small private caches of food. The day-old flowers, the slippers-all the usual kickshaws of the sickroom. There is only a bed, a chair, a nightstand, and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals. It is a wild island upon which he has been cast. It is Room 542."What Time is it?""Three o'clock.""Morning or afternoon?""Afternoon."He is silent. There is nothing else he wants to know.Only that another block of time has passed."How are you?" I say."Who is it?" he asks."It's the doctor. How do you feel?"He does not answer right away."Feel?" he says."I hope you feel better," I say.I press the button on the side of the bed."Down you go," I say."Yes, down," he says.He falls back upon the bed awkwardly. His stumps, un-weighted by legs and feet, rise in the air, presenting themselves. I unwrap the bandages from the stumps, and begin to cut away theblack scabs and the dead glazed fat with scissors and forceps. A shard of white bone comes loose.I pick it away. I wash the wounds with disinfectant and redress the stumps. All this while, he does not speak. What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering the burry prickle of love? A time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Of when his body was not a rotting log?He lies solid and inert. In spite of everything, he remains beautiful, as though he were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck."Anything more I can do for you?" I ask.For a long moment he is silent."Yes," he says at last and without the least irony, "you can bring me a pair of shoes."In the corridor, the head nurse is waiting for me."We have to do something about him," she says. "Every morning he orders scrambles eggs for breakfast, and instead of eating them, he picks up the plate and throws it against the wall.""Throws his plate?""Nasty. That's what he is. No wonder his family doesn't come to visit. They probably can't stand him any more than we can."She is waiting for me to do something."Well?""We'll see," I say.The next morning, I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers his breakfast. I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across his lap. She presses the button to raise the head of the bed. Then she leaves.In this time, which he has somehow identified as morning, the man reaches to find the rim of the tray, then on to find the dome of the covered dish. He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand. He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs. He lifts the plate in both of his hands, sets it on the palm of his right hand, centers it, balances it. He hefts it up and down slightly, getting the feel of it. Abruptly, he draws back his right arm as far as he can.There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed and the small wet sound of scrambled eggs dropping to the floor.And then he laughs. It is a sound you have never heard. It is a sound that could cure cancer. Out in the corridor the eyes of the head nurse narrow."Laughed, did he?"She writes something down on her clipboard.A second aide arrives, brings a second breakfast tray, puts it on the nightstand out of his reach. She looks over at me, shaking her head and making her mouth go. I see that we are to be accomplices."I've got to feed you," she says to the man."Oh, no you don't," the man says."Oh, yes I do," the aide says, "after what you just did. Nurse says so.""Get me my shoes," the man says."Here's oatmeal," the aide says. "Open." And she touches the spoon to his lower lip."I ordered scrambled eggs," says the man."That's right," the aide says.I step forward."Is there anything I can do?" I say."Who are you?" the man asks.In the evening, I go once more to that ward to make my rounds. The head nurse reports to me that Room 542 is deceased. She has discovered this quite by accident, she says. No, there had been no sound. Nothing. It's a blessing, she says.I go into his room, a spy looking for secrets. He is still there in bed. His face is relaxed, grave, dignified, as the faces of the newly dead are. After awhile, I turn to leave. My gaze sweeps the wall at the foot of the bed, and I see the place where it has been repeatedly washed, where the wall looks very clean and very white.。
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terminal
Please do not leave any of your luggage unattended in the terminal building.
He _____a tough stance on human rights.
He found a tough negotiating stance paid off.
Jenny took up a stance with her feet slightly apart, ready to catch the ball.
The Discus Thrower
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the most famous Olympic statue and was sculpted by the artist Myron around 460 BC. National Museum in Rome, at the Vatican.
Combine implied action with classical formalism
elusive
An idea too elusive to be put into words Elusive memories Leaving home is just a way of _______
______ a contract When is the termination date of the
contract? A dispute was brought to a satisfactory
Unit9.The Discus Thrower(课堂PPT)
The reason for his “discuss throwing” is that his plight throws him into despair and he hopes for nothing, only waiting for death.
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It is rusted, rather, in the last stage of containing the vile repose within. p2
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Content
Pre-reading questions/ dicussion Structural analysis Language work Text analysis Rhetorical devices (figures of speech) Exercises
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Structural analysis
Part One (Paragraph 1): Spying on Patients—a Habit of Mine
Part Two (Paragraphs 2-13): Encounters with a Particular Patient
Part Three (Paragraphs 14-15): The Death of the Patient
make one’s rounds: make one’s usual visits, esp. of inspection p14 e.g. The production manager makes his rounds to check whether everything goes well.
英语专业本科生系列教材Unit 8 The Discus Thrower
This famous classical masterpiece was sculpted by the artist Myron (485－425 BC) around 460 BC. Considered by many to represent the perfect athletic form, the “Discobolus” was originally sculpted in bronze. It has been reproduced in a variety of mediums, and is now featured in famous museums throughout the world, namely the National Museum in Rome and Vatican.
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Section Five: Further Enhancement
Text analysis Structural analysis Cultural background
II. Structural analysis
Paragraph 1 Paragraphs 2-13 — — background of the story the author’s meeting with a particular patient, his conflict with the head nurse and a detailed portrayal of how the patient “throws the discus” the patient’s death
Paragraphs 14-15 —
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Section One: Pre-reading Activities Section Two: Global Reading Section Three: Detailed Reading Section Four: Consolidation Activities
The Discus Thrower(掷铁饼者)
The doctor-patient relationship is essential for the delivery of high-quality health care in the diagnosis and treatment of disease. The doctor-relationship forms one of the foundations of conteporary medical ethics. Most universities teach medical students from the beginning, even before they set foot in hospitals, to maintain a professional rapport with patients, uphold their dignity, and respect their privacy.
《手术的仪式》
《刀的忏悔》
《医生故事》
Paragraph Division ：The text can be divided into three parts
Part I
Part II
Part III
(Paragraph 1): This part serves as an introduction to the background of the story.
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Background Information
胡怡婷
The discus throw is a track and field event in which an athlete throws a heavy disc— called a discus—in an attempt to mark a farther distance than their competitors. It is an ancient sport, as demonstrated by the fifth-century-BC Myron statue, Discobolus. Although not part of the modern pentathlon, it was one of the events of the ancient Greek pentathlon, which can be dated back to at least to 708 BC.
The Discus Thrower 优质课件
That+ adverbial clause
He was so embarrassed that he couldn’t speak.
Bring it closer that I may see it better. What was the matter with that fellow
He _____a tough stance on human rights.
He found a tough negotiating stance th her feet slightly apart, ready to catch the ball.
He spent the afternoon making furtive phone calls whenever his boss was out of the office.
There was something furtive about his behavior and I immediately felt suspicious.
He gave us an implicit consent to take the apples, for he smiled when he saw us do it.
terminal
Please do not leave any of your luggage unattended in the terminal building.
Information conveyed by the image
The thrower's flexing muscles and concentrated expression.
A moment of rest between two periods of movement. The backward swing of the discus has reached its furthest point and the unwinding of the body has not commenced. As consequence a poise is achieved; the utmost straining of the muscles is yet to come.
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Richard Selzer quotas
Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish into the vast sea of God.
I contemplate the body, dead and diseased as well as alive and healthy.
Surgery is the red flower that blooms among the leaves and thorns that are the rest of medicine.
summary
The story begins with the doctor-narrator unobtrusively observing an older man lying in a hospital bed. The patient is blind and has amputations of both legs. (We are given no medical details that cannot be observed in the room.) The narrator tends to the man's amputation wounds and answers a few simple questions. The man requests a pair of shoes.
The Discus Thrower
Richard Selzer
Richard Selzer
Physician Sex Male National Origin United States of
America Era Late 20th Century Born 1928 Awards National Magazine Award,
Terminally ill patient
highlights
This text is a piece of narration. The narrator, as a doctor, had a unique habit of “spying on” his patients for the sake of better medical treatment. He met with a particular patient with a strange habit of throwing the plate. This caused a conflict between the man and the head nurse. Finally the patient died, and the doctor discovered that the man starved himself to death when he paid attention to the repeatedly washed place where the scrambled eggs dropped to the floor.
You do not die all at once. Some tissues live on for minutes, even hours, giving still their little cellular shrieks, molecular echoes of the agony of the whole corpus.
copy of bronze original. 5
feet hiΒιβλιοθήκη hMyron chose a moment of rest between two periods of movement for a statue that combines implied action with classical formalism. It seems the perfect formula for the depiction of a beautiful athletic body. It must have been as popular in ancient times as it is today if one is to judge by the number of copies that have come down to us; those in the National Museum in Rome and the Vatican being but two. The backward swing of the discus has reached its furthest point and the unwinding of the body has not commenced. As consequence a poise is achieved; the utmost straining of the muscles is yet to come.
The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale.
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Myron Discobolus (Discus
thrower) 460-450 B.C. Marble
perfect athletic form
Doctor and patient
Describe a terminally ill patient you observed.
How do you think the relationship between doctor and patient?