Unit 9 Who killed Benny Paret
英语专业基础阶段教学中多元化学科渗透
英语专业基础阶段教学中的多元化学科渗透摘要：科技进步日新月异，自然科学之间的界限日趋模糊，不断表现出其内在的统一性。
因此，英语教学中的多学科综合和渗透成为一种必需，该文探讨了在英语专业基础阶段如何进行多元化学科渗透。
关键词：英语专业学科渗透多元化中图分类号：g64 文献标识码：a 文章编号：1673-9795（2013）05（b）-0120-01着眼于拓宽学生视野，提高学生综合素质，教师在英语专业基础阶段贯彻学科渗透多元化，对于提高英语教学质量，培养综合型人才具有实质意义。
1 变化策略，注重方式渗透1.1 教学空间开放化教师不但要给学生提供广阔的思维空间并运用到语境中，如教“spring，summer，autumn，winter”时，教师可让学生先思考四季各具备什么特征，然后鼓励他们用自己喜欢的方式来描述四季，引导他们回忆在不同的季节中自己曾经历的有趣事件，条件允许的情况下，还可以带学生到户外去感受、体验、总结、描述大自然中的四季。
1.2 课堂活动多样化多样化的学习活动不仅是提高学生综合素质的基本方法，也是发展学生语言综合运用能力的有效途径。
如，教师在教授“i’d like…”句型时，可以以此为载体引领学生温习已知词汇，如食品类的“apple，coffee，cake，rice”等。
第二步，教师给出特定语境。
第三步，引导学生将“i’d like…”句型运用到此情境中。
第四步，组织学生分组对话、设定情景、运用句型。
1.3 教学内容综合化教师应根据教学需要加强教学内容中的学科关联，将不同学科领域的知识与本学科融会贯通。
如，《新编英语教程3》中unit 3“three sundays in a week”，作者是著名美国文学家allan poe，文章涉及到地理上的时区概念以及一些语言点。
教师可以设计以下几个活动来实现语言学习活动中的学科综合化。
活动一：观察地图，了解地理常识。
教师让学生观察世界地图，认识二十四个时区，位于英国伦敦格林威治的国际日界线以及格林威治时间。
新模式英语3课本电子版
新模式英语3课本电子版Unit 1Listening In & Speaking Out Evaluating a Job OfferText Ⅰ My Fi t JobText Ⅱ How to Do Well on a Job InterviewOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 2Listening In & Speaking Out Compromise on Details, not Principles Text Ⅰ The Wedding LetterText Ⅱ The Family PortraitOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 3Listening In & Speaking Out A Great Writer in American History- Ernest HemingwayText Ⅰ A Man from Stratford - William ShakespeareText Ⅱ William ShakespeareOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 4Listening In & Speaking Out French and British EtiquetteText Ⅰ The Light at the End of the ChunnelText Ⅱ Confucius, the PhilosopherOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 5Listening In & Speaking Out Martin Cooper and Cell PhoneText Ⅰ On Not A wering the TelephoneText Ⅱ Remote ControlOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 6Listening In & Speaking Out The Benefits of Buying Books Online Text Ⅰ On Buying BooksText Ⅱ Online ShoppingOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 7Listening In & Speaking Out Function of Sport in LifeText Ⅰ Who Killed Benny Paret?Text Ⅱ A Football TeamOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 8Listening In & Speaking Out Cyber Charter Schools: Public School at Home?Text Ⅰ Keep Class 2 Under Your ThumbText Ⅱ Letter to a B StudentOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 9Listening In & Speaking Out Light up Your Life: How the Weather Affects Our MoodsText Ⅰ A Winter to RememberText Ⅱ A January WindText Ⅱ B Ode to AutumnOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 10Listening In & Speaking Out Water PollutionText Ⅰ A Fable for TomorrowText Ⅱ The Nightmare of Life Without FuelOral WorkGuided WritingUnit 11Listening In & Speaking Out How to Make Friends for Life Text Ⅰ After Twenty YeaText Ⅱ Friends, Good Friends - and Such Good Friends Oral WorkGuided WritingUnit 12Listening In & Speaking Out Out of the BoxText Ⅰ ChristmasText Ⅱ Family ChristmasOral WorkGuided Writing。
课文Who Killed Benny Paret
TEXT I Who Killed Benny Paret?Questions:1.What’s the theme of this article? Comment on the methods the writer has employed in convincing us of hisviewpoint.2.Who killed Benny Paret? What’s the direct cause of his death? Who do you think should be held p rimarilyresponsible for his death?3.What’s the main idea of paragraph 3? What does it refer to when the writer says “…there was no mystery toit”(l.10)?4.What does the first part of the text (paragraphs 1-5) about the writer’s interview with Mr. Jacobs hav e to dowith the second part in which the cause of Benny Paret’s death is discussed? Why is an elaborate discussion devoted to the human brain in paragraph 8?5.What’s your view of having prize-fighting as a form of sport as well as a means of entertainment? Should it bedeclared illegal? Give reasons to support your view.6.What’s the implied meaning of each of the following? 1) His saying something made it true. 2) They don’tcome out to see a tea party. 3) Y ou put killers …and people filled you arena. Y ou hire boxing artists…and you wind up counting your empty seats. 4) …the investigators looked into every possible cause except the real one.7.The two ideas “The only important element in successful promoting is how to please the crowd” and “Peoplecome out to see the killer” keep recurring in the text. So, find in the text as many places as possible where these two ideas are stated or implied.8.Translate the last two paragraphs of the text into Chinese.Sometime about 1935 or 1936 I had an interview with Mike Jacobs, the prizefight promoter. I was a fledgling newspaper reporter at that time; my beat was education, but during the vacation season I found myself on varied assignments, all the way from ship news to sports reporting. In this way I found myself sitting opposite the most powerful figure in the boxing world.There was nothing spectacular in Mr. Jacobs' manner or appearance; but when he spoke about prizefights, he was no longer a bland little man but a colossus who sounded the way Napoleon must have sounded whenhe reviewed a battle. Y ou knew you were listening to Number One. His saying something made it true.We discussed what to him was the only important element in successful promoting —how to please the crowd. So far as he was concerned, there was no mystery to it. Y ou put killers in the ring and the people filled your arena. Y ou hire boxing artists — men who are adroit at feinting, parrying, weaving, jabbing, and dancing, but who don't pack dynamite in their fists — and you wind up counting your empty seats. So you searched for the killers and sluggers and maulers —fellows who could hit with the force of a baseball bat.I asked Mr. Jacobs if he was speaking literally when he said people came out to see the killer."They don't come out to see a tea party," he said evenly. "They come out to see the knockout. They come out to see a man hurt. If they think anything else, they're kidding themselves."Recently a young man by the name of Benny Paret was killed in the ring. The killing was seen by millions; it was on television. In the twelfth round he was hit hard in the head several times, went down, was counted out, and never came out of the coma.The Paret fight produced a flurry of investigations. Governor Rockefeller was shocked by what happened and appointed a committee to assess the responsibility. The New Y ork State Boxing Commissiondecided to find out what was wrong. The District Attorney's office expressed its concern. One question that was solemnly studied in all three probes concerned the action of the referee. Did he act in time to stop the fight? Another question had to do with the role of the examining doctors who certified the physical fitness of the fighters before the bout. Still another question involved Mr. Paret's manager; did he rush his boy into the fight without adequate time to recuperate from the previous one?In short, the investigators looked into every possible cause except the real one. Benny Paret was killed because the human fist delivers enough impact, when directed against the head, to produce a massive hemorrhage in the brain. The human brain is the most delicate and complex mechanism in all creation. It has a lacework of millions of highly fragile nerve connections. Nature attempts to protect this exquisitely intricate machinery by encasing it in a hard shell. Fortunately, the shell is thick enough to withstand a great deal of pounding. Nature, however, can protect man against everything except man himself. Not every blow to the head will kill a man — but there is always the risk of concussion and damage to the brain. A prizefighter may be able to survive even repeated brain concussions and go on fighting, but the damage to his brain may be permanent.In any event, it is futile to investigate the referee's role and seek to determine whether he should have intervened to stop the fight earlier.This is not where the primary responsibility lies. The primary responsibility lies with the people who pay to see a man hurt.The referee who stops a fight too soon from the crowd's viewpoint can expect to be booed. The crowd wants the knockout; it wants to see a man stretched out on the canvas. This is the supreme moment in boxing. It is nonsense to talk about prizefighting as a test of boxing skills. No crowd was ever brought to its feet screaming and cheering at the sight of two men beautifully dodging and weaving out of each other's jabs. The time the crowd comes alive is when a man is hit hard over the heart or the head, when his mouthpiece flies out, when blood squirts out of his nose or eyes, when he wobbles under the attack and his pursuer continues to smash at him with poleax impact.Don't blame it on the referee. Don't even blame it on the fight managers. Put the blame where it belongs — on the prevailing mores that regard prize-fighting as a perfectly proper enterprise and vehicle of entertainment. No one doubts that many people enjoy prizefighting and will miss it if it should be thrown out. And that is precisely the point.By Norman Cousins Summary:Benny Paret was killed in a prize-fight, but who was to blame for his death?Mike Jacobs, a prize-fight authority that I had interviewed in the 30’s, claimed that the basic principle in successful prize-fight promoting was how to please the crowd and that people came out not to see boxing artists but to see “the killer”. Benny Paret had been hit hard several times in the head, resulting in serious brain damage and eventually his death. The Paret fight shocked and aroused the public as well as theauthority, who made a flurry of investigations to assess the responsibility. Was it the referee that failed to stop the fight earlier? Was it the doctor that certified Paret’s fitness to fight? Or was it the manager that did not allow enough time for the fighter to recuperate from the previous bout? No, none of them. The blame, instead, should be put on the spectators who came to see him killed. In prize-fights, the most exciting moment comes only when a man already hit hard and badly wounded gets further beaten, and this is exactly what the crowd pays to see. In this sense, therefore, it is the prevailing mores that consider prize-fighting as a perfectly proper enterprise and vehicle of entertainment that h as led to Paret’s death. Unfortunately, however, if prize-fighting should be banned, many would miss it, and that is precisely the point.TEXT II A Piece of SteakWith the last morsel of bread Tom King wiped his plate clean of the last bit of flour gravy and chewed the resulting mouthful in a slow and thoughtful way. When he arose from the table, he was oppressed by the feeling that he was distinctly hungry. Y et he alone had eaten. The two children in the other room had been sent early to bed in order that in sleep they might forget they had gone supperless. His wife had touched nothing, and had sat silently and watched him with troubled eyes. She was a thin, worn woman of the working class, though signs of an earlier prettiness were still there in her face. The flour for the gravy she had borrowed from the neighbor across the hall. The last two ha 'pennies had gone to buy the bread.He sat down by the window on a rickety chair that protested under his weight, and quite mechanically he put his pipe in his mouth and dipped into the side pocket of his coat. The absence of any tobacco madehim aware of his action, and with a frown for his forgetfulness he put the pipe away. His movements were slow, almost clumsy, as though he were burdened by the heavy weight of his muscles. He was a solid-bodied, stolid-looking man, and his appearance did not suffer from being over prepossessing. His rough clothes were old and shapeless. The uppers of his shoes were too weak to carry the heavy resoling that was itself of no recent date. And his cotton shirt, a cheap, two-shilling affair, showed a frayed collar and ineradicable paint stains.But it was Tom King's face that advertised him unmistakably for what he was. It was the face of a typical prizefighter; of one who had put in long years of service in the squared ring and by that means, developed and emphasized all the marks of the fighting beast. It was distinctly a threatening appearance, and that no feature of it might escape notice, it was clean-shaven. The lips were shapeless and made his mouth harsh like a deep cut in his face. The jaw was aggressive, brutal, heavy. The eyes, slow of movement and heavy-lidded, were almost expressionless under the shaggy brows. Sheer animal that he was, the eyes were the most animal-like feature about him. They were sleepy, lionlike — the eyes of a fighting animal. The forehead slanted quickly back to the hair, which, clipped close, showed every swelling of an evil-looking head. A nose, twice broken and molded variously by countless blows, and a cauliflower ear, permanently swollen and distorted to twice its size, completed hisadornment, while the beard, fresh-shaven as it was, sprouted in the skin and gave the face a blue-black stain.Altogether, it was the face of a man to be afraid of in a dark alley or lonely place. And yet Tom King was not a criminal, nor had he ever done anything criminal. Except for brawls, common to the boxing world, he had harmed no one. Nor had he ever been known to start a quarrel. He was a professional, and all the fighting brutishness of him was reserved for his professional appearances. Outside the ring he was slow-going, easy-natured, and, in his younger days, when money was plentiful, too generous for his own good. He bore no grudges and had few enemies. Fighting was a business with him. In the ring he struck to hurt, struck to maim, struck to destroy; but there was no hatred in it. It was a plain business proposition. Audiences assembled and paid for the spectacle of men knocking each other out. The winner took the big end of the purse. When Tom King faced the Woolloomoolloo Gouger, twenty years before, he knew that the Gouger's jaw was only four months healed after having been broken in a Newcastle bout. And he had played for that jaw and broken it again in the ninth round, not because he bore the Gouger any ill will but because that was the surest way to put the Gouger out and win the big end of the purse. Nor had the Gouger borne him any ill will for it. It was the game, and both knew the game and played it.The impression of his hunger came back on him."Blimey, but couldn't I go a piece of steak!" he muttered aloud, clenching his huge fists."I tried both Burke's an' Sawley's", his wife said half apologetically. "An' they wouldn't?" he demanded."Not a ha'penny. Burke said —" She faltered."G'wan! Wot'd he say?""As how 'e was thinkin' Sandel 'ud do ye tonight, an' as how yer score was comfortable big as it was."Tom King grunted but did not reply. He was busy thinking of the bull terrier he had kept in his younger days to which he had fed steaks without end. Burke would have given him credit for a thousand steaks —then. But times had changed. Tom King was getting old; and old men, fighting before second-rate clubs, couldn't expect to run bills of any size with the tradesmen.He had got up in the morning with a longing for a piece of steak, and the longing had not died down. He had not had a fair training for this fight. It was a drought year in Australia, times were hard, and even the most irregular work was difficult to find. He had had no sparring partner, and his food had not been of the best nor always sufficient. He had done a few day's navvy work when he could get it and he had run around the Domain in the early mornings to get his legs in shape. But it was hard, training without a partner and with a wife and two kiddies that must befed. Credit with the tradesmen had undergone very slight expansion when he was matched with Sandel. The secretary of the Gayety Club had advanced him three pounds — the loser's end of the purse — and beyond that had refused to go. Now and again he had managed to borrow a few shillings from old pals, who would have lent more only that it was a drought year and they were hard put themselves. No — and there was no use in disguising the fact —his training had not been satisfactory. He should have had better food and no worries. Besides, when a man is forty, it is harder to get into condition than when he is twenty."What time is it, Lizzie?" he asked.His wife went across the hall to inquire, and came back."Quarter before eight.""They'll be startin' the first bout in a few minutes," he said. "Only a tryout. Then there's a four-round spar 'tween Dealer Wells an' Gridley, an' a ten-round go 'tween Starlight an' some sailor bloke. I don't come on for over an hour."At the end of another silent ten minutes he rose to his feet."Truth is, Lizzie, I ain't had proper trainin'."He reached for his hat and started for the door. He did not offer to kiss her — he never did on going out — but on this night she dared to kiss him, throwing her arms around him and compelling him to bend down to her face. She looked quite small against the massive bulk of theman."Good luck, Tom," she said. "Y ou gotter do 'im."A y, I gotter do 'im," he repeated. "That's all there is to it. I jus' gotter do' im."He laughed with an attempt at heartiness, while she pressed more closely against him. Across her shoulders he looked around the bare room. It was all he had in the world, with the rent overdue, and her and the kiddies. And he was leaving it to go out into the night to get meat for his mate and cubs — not like a modern workingman going to his machine grind, but in the old, primitive, royal, animal way, by fighting for it."I gotter do 'im," he repeated, this time a hint of desperation in his voice. "If it's a win, it's thirty quid — an' I can pay all that's owin', with a lump o' money left over. If it's a lose, I get naught — not even a penny for me to ride home on the tram. The secretary's give all that's comin' from a loser's end. Good-by, old woman. I'll come straight home if it's a win." "An' I'll be waitin' up," she called to him along the hall.It was full two miles to the Gayety, and as he walked along he remembered how in his palmy days — he had once been the heavyweight champion of New South Wales — he would have ridden in a cab to the fight, and how, most likely, some heavy backer would have paid for the cab and ridden with him. There were Tommy Burns and that Y ankee, Jack Johnson — they rode about in motorcars. And he walked! And, as anyman knew, a hard two miles was not the best preliminary to a fight. He was an old un and the world did not wag well with old uns. He was good for nothing now except navvy work, and his broken nose and swollen ear were against him even in that. He found himself wishing that he had learned a trade. It would have been better in the long run. But no one had told him, and he knew, deep down in his heart, that he would not have listened if they had. It had been so easy. Big money — sharp, glorious fights — periods of rest and loafing in between — a following of eager flatterers, the slaps on the back, the shakes of the hand, the toffs glad to buy him a drink for the privilege of five minutes' talk — and the glory of it, the yelling houses, the whirlwind finish, the referee's "King wins!" and his name in the sporting columns next day.Those had been times! But he realized now, in his slow, ruminating way, that it was the old uns he had been putting away. He was Y outh, rising; and they were Age, sinking. No wonder it had been easy — they with their swollen veins and battered knuckles and weary in the bones of them from the long battles they had already fought. He remembered the time he put out old Stowsher Bill, at Rush-Cutters Bay, in the eighteenth round, and how old Bill had cried afterward in the dressing room like a baby. Perhaps old Bill's rent had been overdue. Perhaps he'd had at home a missus an' a couple of kiddies. And perhaps Bill, that very day of the fight, had had a hungering for a piece of steak. Bill had fought the gameand taken incredible punishment. He could see now, after he had gone through the mill himself, that Stowsher Bill had fought for a bigger stake, that night twenty years ago, than had young Tom King, who had fought for glory and easy money. No wonder Stowsher Bill had cried afterward in the dressing room.They had tried him out against the old uns, and one after another he had put them away — laughing when, like old Stowsher Bill, they cried in the dressing room. And now he was an old un, and they tried out the youngsters on him. There was that bloke Sandel. He had come over from New Zealand with a record behind him. But nobody in Australia knew anything about him, so they put him up against old Tom King. If Sandel made a showing, he would be given better men to fight with bigger purses to win; so it was to be depended upon that he would put up a fierce battle. He had everything to win by it — money and glory and career; and Tom King was the grizzled old chopping block that guarded the highway to fame and fortune. And he had nothing to win except thirty quid, to pay to the landlord and the tradesmen. And as Tom King thus ruminated, there came to his stolid vision the form of youth, glorious youth, rising exultant and invincible, supple of muscle and silken of skin, with heart and lungs that had never been tired and torn and that laughed at limitation of effort. Y es, youth was the nemesis. It destroyed the old uns and minded not that in so doing, it destroyed itself. It enlarged its arteries and smashed itsknuckles, and was in turn destroyed by youth. For youth was ever youthful. It was only age that grew old.[Tom King had a bout with young Sandel and lost the game.]He had not a copper in his pocket, and the two-mile walk home seemed very long. He was certainly getting old. Crossing the Domain he sat down suddenly on a bench, pained by the thought of the missus sitting up for him, waiting to learn the outcome of the fight. That was harder than any knockout, and it seemed almost impossible to face.He felt weak and sore, and the pain of his smashed knuckles warned him that, even if he could find a job at navvy work, it would be a week before he could grip a pick handle or a shovel. The hunger palpitation at the pit of the stomach was sickening. His wrechedness overwhelmed him, and into his eyes came an unusual moisture. He covered his face with his hands, and, as he cried, he remembered Stowsher Bill and how he had served him that night in the long ago. Poor old Stowsher Bill! He could understand now why Bill had cried in the dressing room.。
2023-2024学年牛津译林版英语九年级上册Unit9Reading1课件
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八年级上册英语第九单元2b课文知识点
八年级上册英语第九单元2b课文知识点Eight Grade English Unit 9 Lesson 2B Key PointsThe English language plays a significant role in our daily lives. It allows us to communicate effectively with people from different cultures and backgrounds. As students, we are constantly learning new words, grammar rules, and sentence structures to enhance our language skills. In this article, we will explore the key points of the 2B lesson from Unit 9 of the eighth-grade English textbook.Vocabulary:1. Compost: Compost refers to decayed organic material that is used as a fertilizer to enrich the soil.2. Activist: An activist is someone who actively supports a cause or advocates for change, especially in social or political issues.3. Dump: The word "dump" is used to describe a site where waste materials are discarded, typically in an irresponsible or illegal manner.4. Regulations: Regulations are rules or laws that are established by an authority to ensure safety, compliance, or order.5. Reduce: To reduce means to make something smaller in size, quantity, or extent.Grammar:1. Past Continuous Tense: The past continuous tense is used to describe an ongoing action in the past. It is formed by using the past tense of the verb "to be" (was/were) followed by the present participle (-ing form) of the main verb. For example, "I was studying when the phone rang."2. Passive Voice: The passive voice is used when the focus is on the action rather than the subject performing the action. In passive sentences, the subject receives the action. For example, "The book was written by an unknown author."3. Modal Verb "Should": The modal verb "should" is used to indicate obligation, advisability, or expectation. It is often used to give advice or make suggestions. For example, "You should recycle your paper to save trees."Reading Comprehension:The 2B lesson revolves around the topic of environmental protection and the importance of recycling. It introduces us to Emma, an environmental activist who raises awareness about the importance of reducing waste and recycling. Emma believes that every individual should actively contribute to protecting the environment by following simple practices in their everyday lives.Emma highlights the harmful effects of waste accumulation in landfills, specifically focusing on plastic as a major contributor. She encourages her classmates to reduce, reuse, and recycle as effective ways to combat this issue. Emma's efforts are supported by recent regulations implemented in her city, which restrict the dumping of waste and enforce penalties for non-compliance.The lesson also introduces the concept of composting as a natural and sustainable method of recycling organic waste. Emma suggests that everyone can create their own compost at home by using kitchen scraps and yard waste. Composting not only reduces waste but also creates nutrient-rich soil for gardening.Through reading this lesson, we understand the vital role each individual plays in environmental sustainability. It instills in us the importance of taking responsibility for our actions and makingconscious choices to protect our planet. By actively participating in recycling programs, reducing waste, and advocating for change, we can contribute to a greener and more sustainable future.In conclusion, Unit 9 Lesson 2B of the eighth-grade English textbook sheds light on key points related to environmental protection and recycling. It emphasizes the significance of vocabulary, grammar concepts, and reading comprehension skills. By understanding and applying these knowledge points, we can develop a deeper understanding of how language learning intersects with real-world issues and contribute to a more sustainable future.。
新编英语教程3Unit9WhokilledBennyParet
新编英语教程3Unit9WhokilledBennyParetUnit 9 Who killed Benny Paret?Teaching objectives1. to be familiar with the magazine editorial writing2. to get a complete understanding of boxingTeaching procedureI. pre-reading questions1. What role do sports play in our life?2. Do you take part in sports activities more or watch more? What kind of sports activities do you often take part in or watch?3. What do you get from participating in sports activities or watching sports games?4. Can sports become a threat to people’s health or even l ife? Why or why not?5. Have you ever seen a boxing match in a film or on TV? If so, what do you think of this form of sports?6. What do you think the boxing fans like to see?7. Who is Benny Paret? And how did he die?II. background knowledgeHistory1. The origins of boxing are unknown. Although the Greek poet Homer describes a two-person fight in the Iliad, it is not certain that such bouts took place as early as the epic poem’s setting around 1800 bc.2. Records indicate the sport was part of the ancient Olympic Games of 688 bc.3. Plato mentions boxing in both The Republic and the dialogue Gorgias, and the poet Pindar elegized the Olympic boxing champion of 474 bc.4. The Romans also embraced boxing, turning the sport intoa brutal gladiatorial spectacle1)Sometimes it is referred to as pugilism, from the Latin word pugil, meaning “a boxer.”2)Sometimes called “the sweet science,” the sport of boxing requires agility, strength, toughness, and lightning-quick reflexes.HEALTH AND SAFETY1. There are immediate dangers—broken noses, bleeding, eyes swollen shut, and, rarely, death2. There is the possibility of lasting damage caused by repeated blows to the head, a condition known as pugilistica dementia, or punch drunkenness, with symptoms that include s lurred speech and the dragging feet sometimes known as “boxer’s shuffle.”3. The beating that boxers take may also cause a variety of other serious problems, such as neurological damage, detached retinas, sinus problems, and deformed (“cauliflower”) ears.Much of the controversy that surrounds the sport of boxing concerns the physical damage each boxer sustains during a bout. During a 1995 fight in London, Britishboxer Nigel Benn (in black shorts) landed several punches to the head of American boxer Gerald McClellan. The severe brain damage that McClellan suffered left him blind and impaired his memory.CorruptionBoxing’s image also suffers from a long-running reputation for corruption. In the past boxers were often more vulnerable than other athletes to criminal influence because of the individualistic nature of the sport combined with the fact thatmany fighters grew up in poverty and will do almost anything to escape from that life. Evander Holyfield Boxer Evander Holyfield, right, trades punches with Ray Mercer during a bout in 2001. Holyfield was one of the top heavyweight fighters of the 1990s, holding all of the major titles at one time or another.III. Language pointsPara. 11. sometimea. adv.（副词）At an indefinite or unstated time:I'll meet you sometime this afternoon.我今天下午某个时候见你At an indefinite time in the future:Let's get together sometime.让我们日后再相聚b. adj.（形容词）Having been at some prior time; former: a sometime secretary.以前的一个秘书· Sometimes I help my mother in the house.有时候我帮助妈妈做家务。
Unit-9---The-Damned-Human-race
Unit-9---The-Damned-Human-r aceUnit 9 The Damned Human raceallegiance /əˈliːdʒəns/ CET6+ TEM81.N-VAR Your allegiance is your support for and loyalty to a particular group, person, or belief. 拥护pledge of allegiance效忠誓言anaconda /ˌænəˈkɒndə/1.N a very large nonvenomous arboreal and semiaquatic snake, Eunectes murinus, oftropical South America, which kills its prey by constriction: familyBoidae (boas) 水蟒; 产于南美洲，以缠绕紧缩躯体杀死猎物ancestor /ˈænsɛstə/ CET4 TEM41.N-COUNT Your ancestors are the people from whom you are descended.祖先2.N-COUNT An ancestor of something modern is an earlier thing from which it developed. 物种原型ancestor worship祖先崇拜；祭祖；敬奉祖先appease /əˈpiːz/ CET6 TEM8 (appeasing,appeased,appeases)1.V-T If you try to appease someone, you try to stop them from being angry by giving themwhat they want. 姑息表不满使平息；使满足；使和缓；对…让步ascent /əˈsɛnt/ TEM41.N-COUNT An ascent is an upward journey, especially when you are walking or climbing.攀登2.N-COUNT An ascent is an upward slope or path, especially when you are walking or climbing. 上坡; 上坡路3.N-COUNT An ascent is an upward, vertical movement. 垂直上升运动atrocious /əˈtrəʊʃəs/ TEM81.ADJ If you describe something as atrocious, you are emphasizingthat its quality is very bad. (质量) 极差的强调2.ADJ If you describe someone's behaviour or their actionsas atrocious, you mean that it is unacceptable because it is extremely violent or cruel. (行为) 残暴的atrocious weather恶劣气候avaricious /ˌævəˈrɪʃəs/1.ADJ An avaricious person is very greedy for money or possessions.贪婪的表不满adj.贪婪的；贪得无厌的greedy / graspingbloodshed /ˈblʌdˌʃɛd/ CET41.N-UNCOUNT Bloodshed is violence in which people are killed or wounded. 流血暴力brood /bruːd/ CET6 TEM4 (brooding,brooded,broods)• 1.N-COUNT A brood is a group of baby birds that were born at the same time to the same mother. 一窝幼雏2.N-COUNT You can refer to someone's young children astheir brood when you want to emphasize that there are a lot of them.一家子强调...a large brood of children.…一大家子小孩。
新编英语教程 Unit 9 Who killed Benny Paret
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Debate Topic: Should Boxing Be Banned?
Arguments for reference:
PROS: 1. Boxing is a very dangerous sport. Every year both
amateur and professional boxers die in matches or afterwards as a result of injuries. Banning boxing would mean an end to needless deaths, injuries and brain-damage.
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fight manager 拳击运动员的经理
(boxing) gloves 拳击手套
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mauler mouthpiece
击伤对手的拳击运动员
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4. Those in charge of boxing work have to make sure that it’s as safe as possible. Both professional and amateur fights are run under very strict rules to make the risks as small as possible.
Unit 9 Who killed Benny Paret?
Warm-up Questions 1. Who was Benny Paret?
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Teaching Contents
Text I: Who Killed Benny Paret? Text II: A Piece of Steak Oral Work: Role-play: What Do People Come Out to See in a Boxing Match? Interaction Activities: On Sports Guided Writing: Precis of Text I Paragraph Writing—Argument Letter Writing—Borrowing a Book
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IV. Questions for detailed reading
• 1. Why does the writer call himself a ―fledging newspaper reporter‖? • 2. What is the implied meaning of ―who sounded the way Napoleon must have sounded when he reviewed a battle‖? • 3. What does the writer mean by ―His saying something made it true‖? What does it refer to?
Mike Jacobs Number one Manner and appearance Bland little man Spoke about prizefight Like Napoleon Killer Fill your arena contrast
Successful promoter To please the crowd
新编英语教程第三册Unit9
Unit 9TEXT IWho Killed Benny Paret?TextSometime about 1935 or 1936 I had an interview with Mike Jacobs, the prizefight promoter. I was a fledgling newspaper reporter at that time; my beat was education, but during the vacation season I found myself on varied assignments, all the way from ship news to sports reporting. In this way I found myself sitting opposite the most powerful figure in the boxing world.There was nothing spectacular in Mr. Jacobs' manner or appearance; but when he spoke about prizefights, he was no longer a bland little man but a colossus who sounded the way Napoleon must have sounded when he reviewed a battle. You knew you were listening to Number One. His saying something made it true.We discussed what to him was the only important element in successful promoting — how to please the crowd. So far as he was concerned, there was no mystery to it. You put killers in the ring and the people filled your arena. You hire boxing artists — men who are adroit at feinting, parrying, weaving, jabbing, and dancing, but who don't pack dynamite in their fists —and you wind up counting your empty seats. So you searched for the killers and sluggers and maulers — fellows who could hit with the force of a baseball bat.I asked Mr. Jacobs if he was speaking literally when he said people came out to see the killer."They don't come out to see a tea party," he said evenly. "They come out to see the knockout. They come out to see a man hurt. If they think anything else, they're kidding themselves."Recently a young man by the name of Benny Paret was killed in the ring. The killing was seen by millions; it was on television. In the twelfth round he was hit hard in the head several times, went down, was counted out, and never came out of the coma.The Paret fight produced a flurry of ernor Rockefeller was shocked by what happened and appointed a committee to assess the responsibility. The New York State Boxing Commission decided to find out what was wrong. The District Attorney's office expressed its concern. One question that was solemnly studied in all three probes concerned the action of the referee. Did he act in time to stop the fight? Another question had to do with the role of the examining doctors who certified the physical fitness of the fighters before the bout. Still anotherquestion involved Mr. Paret's manager; did he rush his boy into the fight without adequate time to recuperate from the previous one?In short, the investigators looked into every possible cause except the real one. Benny Paret was killed because the human fist delivers enough impact, when directed against the head, to produce a massive hemorrhage in the brain. The human brain is the most delicate and complex mechanism in all creation. It has a lacework of millions of highly fragile nerve connections. Nature attempts to protect this exquisitely intricate machinery by encasing it in a hard shell. Fortunately, the shell is thick enough to withstand a great deal of pounding. Nature, however, can protect man against everything except man himself. Not every blow to the head will kill a man — but there is always the risk of concussion and damage to the brain. A prizefighter may be able to survive even repeated brain concussions and go on fighting, but the damage to his brain may be permanent.In any event, it is futile to investigate the referee's role and seek to determine whether he should have intervened to stop the fight earlier. This is not where the primary responsibility lies. The primary responsibility lies with the people who pay to see a man hurt. The referee who stops a fight too soon from the crowd's viewpoint can expect to be booed. The crowd wants the knockout; it wants to see a man stretched out on the canvas. This is the supreme moment in boxing. It is nonsense to talk about prizefighting as a test of boxing skills. No crowd was ever brought to its feet screaming and cheering at the sight of two men beautifully dodging and weaving out of each other's jabs. The time the crowd comes alive is when a man is hit hard over the heart or the head, when his mouthpiece flies out, when blood squirts out of his nose or eyes, when he wobbles under the attack and his pursuer continues to smash at him with poleax impact.Don't blame it on the referee. Don't even blame it on the fight managers. Put the blame where it belongs — on the prevailing mores that regard prize-fighting as a perfectly proper enterprise and vehicle of entertainment. No one doubts that many people enjoy prizefighting and will miss it if it should be thrown out. And that is precisely the point. By Norman CousinsTEXT IIA Piece of SteakWith the last morsel of bread Tom King wiped his plate clean of the last bit of flour gravy and chewed the resulting mouthful in a slow and thoughtful way. When he arose from the table, he was oppressed by the feeling that he was distinctly hungry. Yet he alone had eaten. The twochildren in the other room had been sent early to bed in order that in sleep they might forget they had gone supperless. His wife had touched nothing, and had sat silently and watched him with troubled eyes. She was a thin, worn woman of the working class, though signs of an earlier prettiness were still there in her face. The flour for the gravy she had borrowed from the neighbor across the hall. The last two ha 'pennies had gone to buy the bread.He sat down by the window on a rickety chair that protested under his weight, and quite mechanically he put his pipe in his mouth and dipped into the side pocket of his coat. The absence of any tobacco made him aware of his action, and with a frown for his forgetfulness he put the pipe away. His movements were slow, almost clumsy, as though he were burdened by the heavy weight of his muscles. He was a solid-bodied, stolid-looking man, and his appearance did not suffer from being overprepossessing. His rough clothes were old and shapeless. The uppers of his shoes were too weak to carry the heavy resoling that was itself of no recent date. And his cotton shirt, a cheap, two-shilling affair, showed a frayed collar and ineradicable paint stains.But it was Tom King's face that advertised him unmistakably for what he was. It was the face of a typical prizefighter; of one who had put in long years of service in the squared ring and by that means, developed and emphasized all the marks of the fighting beast. It was distinctly a threatening appearance, and that no feature of it might escape notice, it was clean-shaven. The lips were shapeless and made his mouth harsh like a deep cut in his face. The jaw was aggressive, brutal, heavy. The eyes, slow of movement and heavy-lidded, were almost expressionless under the shaggy brows. Sheer animal that he was, the eyes were the most animal-like feature about him. They were sleepy, lionlike — the eyes of a fighting animal. The forehead slanted quickly back to the hair, which, clipped close, showed every swelling of an evil-looking head. A nose, twice broken and molded variously by countless blows, and a cauliflower ear, permanently swollen and distorted to twice its size, completed his adornment, while the beard, fresh-shaven as it was, sprouted in the skin and gave the face a blue-black stain.Altogether, it was the face of a man to be afraid of in a dark alley or lonely place. And yet Tom King was not a criminal, nor had he ever done anything criminal. Except for brawls, common to the boxing world, he had harmed no one. Nor had he ever been known to start a quarrel. He was a professional, and all the fighting brutishness of him was reserved for his professional appearances. Outside the ring he was slow-going,easy-natured, and, in his younger days, when money was plentiful, too generous for his own good. He bore no grudges and had few enemies. Fighting was a business with him. In the ring he struck to hurt, struck to maim, struck to destroy; but there was no hatred in it. It was a plain businessproposition. Audiences assembled and paid for the spectacle of men knocking each other out. The winner took the big end of the purse. When Tom King faced the Woolloomoolloo Gouger, twenty years before, he knew that the Gouger's jaw was only four months healed after having been broken in a Newcastle bout. And he had played for that jaw and broken it again in the ninth round, not because he bore the Gouger any ill will but because that was the surest way to put the Gouger out and win the big end of the purse. Nor had the Gouger borne him any ill will for it. It was the game, and both knew the game and played it.The impression of his hunger came back on him."Blimey, but couldn't I go a piece of steak!" he muttered aloud, clenching his huge fists."I tried both Burke's an' Sawley's", his wife said half apologetically. "An' they wouldn't?" he demanded."Not a ha'penny. Burke said —" She faltered."G'wan! Wot'd he say?""As how 'e was thinkin' Sandel 'ud do ye tonight, an' as how yer score was comfortable big as it was."Tom King grunted but did not reply. He was busy thinking of the bull terrier he had kept in his younger days to which he had fed steaks without end. Burke would have given him credit for a thousand steaks —then. But times had changed. Tom King was getting old; and old men, fighting before second-rate clubs, couldn't expect to run bills of any size with the tradesmen.He had got up in the morning with a longing for a piece of steak, and the longing had not died down. He had not had a fair training for this fight. It was a drought year in Australia, times were hard, and even the most irregular work was difficult to find. He had had no sparring partner, and his food had not been of the best nor always sufficient. He had done a few day's navvy work when he could get it and he had run around the Domain in the early mornings to get his legs in shape. But it was hard, training without a partner and with a wife and two kiddies that must be fed. Credit with the tradesmen had undergone very slight expansion when he was matched with Sandel. The secretary of the Gayety Club had advanced him three pounds —the loser's end of the purse —and beyond that had refused to go. Now and again he had managed to borrow a few shillings from old pals, who would have lent more only that it was a drought year and they were hard put themselves. No — and there was no use in disguising the fact — his training had not been satisfactory. He should have had better food and no worries. Besides, when a man is forty, it is harder to get into condition than when he is twenty."What time is it, Lizzie?" he asked.His wife went across the hall to inquire, and came back."Quarter before eight.""They'll be startin' the first bout in a few minutes," he said. "Only a tryout. Then there's a four-round spar 'tween Dealer Wells an' Gridley, an' a ten-round go 'tween Starlight an' some sailor bloke. I don't come on for over an hour."At the end of another silent ten minutes he rose to his feet."Truth is, Lizzie, I ain't had proper trainin'."He reached for his hat and started for the door. He did not offer to kiss her — he never did on going out — but on this night she dared to kiss him, throwing her arms around him and compelling him to bend down to her face. She looked quite small against the massive bulk of the man. "Good luck, Tom," she said. "You gotter do 'im."Ay, I gotter do 'im," he repeated. "That's all there is to it. I jus' gotter do' im."He laughed with an attempt at heartiness, while she pressed more closely against him. Across her shoulders he looked around the bare room. It was all he had in the world, with the rent overdue, and her and the kiddies. And he was leaving it to go out into the night to get meat for his mate and cubs —not like a modern workingman going to his machine grind, but in the old, primitive, royal, animal way, by fighting for it."I gotter do 'im," he repeated, this time a hint of desperation in his voice. "If it's a win, it's thirty quid —an' I can pay all that's owin', with a lump o' money left over. If it's a lose, I get naught — not even a penny for me to ride home on the tram. The secretary's give all that's comin' from a loser's end. Good-by, old woman. I'll come straight home if it's a win.""An' I'll be waitin' up," she called to him along the hall.It was full two miles to the Gayety, and as he walked along he remembered how in his palmy days —he had once been the heavyweight champion of New South Wales — he would have ridden in a cab to the fight, and how, most likely, some heavy backer would have paid for the cab and ridden with him. There were Tommy Burns and that Yankee, Jack Johnson — they rode about in motorcars. And he walked! And, as any man knew, a hard two miles was not the best preliminary to a fight. He was an old un and the world did not wag well with old uns. He was good for nothing now except navvy work, and his broken nose and swollen ear were against him even in that. He found himself wishing that he had learned a trade. It would have been better in the long run. But no one had told him, and he knew, deep down in his heart, that he would not have listened if they had. It had been so easy. Big money — sharp, glorious fights — periods of rest and loafing in between — a following of eager flatterers, the slaps on the back, the shakes of the hand, the toffs glad to buy him a drink for the privilege of five minutes' talk — and the glory of it, the yelling houses, the whirlwind finish, the referee's "King wins!" and his name in the sporting columns next day.Those had been times! But he realized now, in his slow, ruminating way, that it was the old uns he had been putting away. He was Youth, rising; and they were Age, sinking. No wonder it had been easy —they with their swollen veins and battered knuckles and weary in the bones of them from the long battles they had already fought. He remembered the time he put out old Stowsher Bill, at Rush-Cutters Bay, in the eighteenth round, and how old Bill had cried afterward in the dressing room like a baby. Perhaps old Bill's rent had been overdue. Perhaps he'd had at home a missus an' a couple of kiddies. And perhaps Bill, that very day of the fight, had had a hungering for a piece of steak. Bill had fought the game and taken incredible punishment. He could see now, after he had gone through the mill himself, that Stowsher Bill had fought for a bigger stake, that night twenty years ago, than had young Tom King, who had fought for glory and easy money. No wonder Stowsher Bill had cried afterward in the dressing room.They had tried him out against the old uns, and one after another he had put them away —laughing when, like old Stowsher Bill, they cried in the dressing room. And now he was an old un, and they tried out the youngsters on him. There was that bloke Sandel. He had come over from New Zealand with a record behind him. But nobody in Australia knew anything about him, so they put him up against old Tom King. If Sandel made a showing, he would be given better men to fight with bigger purses to win; so it was to be depended upon that he would put up a fierce battle. He had everything to win by it — money and glory and career; and Tom King was the grizzled old chopping block that guarded the highway to fame and fortune. And he had nothing to win except thirty quid, to pay to the landlord and the tradesmen. And as Tom King thus ruminated, there came to his stolid vision the form of youth, glorious youth, rising exultant and invincible, supple of muscle and silken of skin, with heart and lungs that had never been tired and torn and that laughed at limitation of effort. Yes, youth was the nemesis. It destroyed the old uns and minded not that in so doing, it destroyed itself. It enlarged its arteries and smashed its knuckles, and was in turn destroyed by youth. For youth was ever youthful. It was only age that grew old.[Tom King had a bout with young Sandel and lost the game.]He had not a copper in his pocket, and the two-mile walk home seemed very long. He was certainly getting old. Crossing the Domain he sat down suddenly on a bench, pained by the thought of the missus sitting up for him, waiting to learn the outcome of the fight. That was harder than any knockout, and it seemed almost impossible to face.He felt weak and sore, and the pain of his smashed knuckles warned him that, even if he could find a job at navvy work, it would be a week beforehe could grip a pick handle or a shovel. The hunger palpitation at the pit of the stomach was sickening. His wrechedness overwhelmed him, and into his eyes came an unusual moisture. He covered his face with his hands, and, as he cried, he remembered Stowsher Bill and how he had served him that night in the long ago. Poor old Stowsher Bill! He could understand now why Bill had cried in the dressing room.By Jack London (abridged and adapted)。
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Unit 9 Who killed Benny ParetObjectives:Learn to tell the happenings that make up the episode in the order of their occurrence.Learn to use description in narrationPre-readingLead-in:Who is Benny Paret? And how did he die?Some boxing terms you should be familiar withArena: a building in which boxing matches are held and which provides accommodation for the spectators and facilities( such as dressing and shower rooms) for the participants.Ring: the small square space closed in with ropes in which a boxing match is conducted.Canvas: the canvas-covered mat which forms the floor of the ring.Bout: a contest between two boxers which consists of a specified number of rounds and which usually ends in a decision by the judges in a knockout.Clean hit: a fair and hones hit; a blow that is dealt by conforming to the rule.Count out (a boxer): (a referee) counts to ten before the boxer can get up, so that the boxer loses the match.Dance: move with one’s feet or body to dodge the blows of the opponent but seldom attack.Dodge: avoid ( the opponent) by moving suddenly aside.Feint: deceive the opponent by making a feint, that is, by making a quick movement of the hand as if to punch, thus causing the opponent to move away or try to block, and thus leave an opening for a real punch.Clean hit: a fair and hones hit; a blow that is dealt by conforming to the rule.Count out (a boxer): (a referee) counts to ten before the boxer can get up, so that the boxer loses the match.Dance: move with one’s feet or body to dodge the blows of the opponent but seldom attack.Dodge: avoid ( the opponent) by moving suddenly aside.Feint: deceive the opponent by making a feint, that is, by making a quick movement of the hand as if to punch, thus causing the opponent to move away or try to block, and thus leave an opening for a real punch.Fight manager: person who manages the training and other activities of a prizefighter.Jab: make a quick straight punch usually on the head.Knockout: termination of a match when one boxer has been knocked unconscious or has been knocked down and is unable to rise and resume boxing within 10 seconds.Mouthpiece: a rubber guard held in the mouth by a boxer to prevent chipped teeth cutting lips resulting from hard blows, or a plate or strip of soft waxy substance used by boxers to protect the teeth and gums.Parry: block a thrust or a blow by an opponent in boxing.Prizefight: a public boxing match for money prize.Prizefight promoter: an individual or organization that organizes a boxing match, and that guarantees the purse (sum of money offered as a prize) for professionalboxers.Referee: judge in charge of a prizefight.Mauler: the boxer who handles his opponent roughly.Weave: move for side to side to present a moving target to one’s opponent.A slugger: a boxer who depends mostly on the strength of his punch and little ondefense and boxing skill; also called a puncher.Round: one of the periods in actual boxing into which a match is divided. A round generally lasts for three minutes with a one-minute rest between rounds.Do you like boxing as a sport? And why?Who killed Paret in the author’s opinion? And how is it reasoned out?Language points1. fledglingThe fledgling news reporter’s successful interview with the Hollywood movie star was telecast.2. find yourselfHe'll find himself with no friends at all if he carries on behaving this way.3. spectacularThere was a spectacular sunset last night.Although there is nothing spectacular in its physical appearance, our university has an excellent teaching faculty.4. as far as… one is concernedAs far as I'm concerned, feng shui is a load of rubbish.5. “有志者是竟成，没有秘诀可言“jack博士说。
“Where there is a will, there is a way. There is no mystery to it,”said Dr.Jack.6. 李教授以一段幽默的故事结束了讲课。
Prof. Li wound up his lecture with a humorous story.7.中央政府对洪灾地区可能爆发的疾病流行深表关切。
The central government of the country expressed its deep concern over the possible epidemic of diseases in the flood –stricken areas.8. 被告律师着手调查每种可能导致三人被害的原因。
The attorney of the defendant set about looking into every possible cause of the killing that involved the death of the three people.9. in any event or at all eventsI might go home next month, but in any event, I'll be home for Christmas.组委会主席说：“不论怎样，运动会都将如期举行。
”The chairman of the organizing committee declared, “In any event, the sports meet will be held as scheduled.”10. interveneThe Central Bank intervened in the currency markets today to try to stabilize the exchange rate.11. lie withMy report includes several plans of implementation. It lies with the board of directors to decide which one to use.12. f rom one’s viewpoint"I have to put aside my emotions, " he says, "and consider it from a professional standpoint."Come alive13. 当泰坦尼克号两名男女主角出现在舞台上是，观众们顿时一片欢腾。