Directions: Read the following passage carefully and then translate
each underlined part into Chinese.
56.Analysts have had their go at humor, and I have read some of this
interpretative literature, but without being greatly instructed. Humor can be
dissected, as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process and the innards are
discouraging to any but the pure scientific mind. In a
newsreel theater the other day I saw a picture of a man who had developed the
soap bubble to a higher point than it had ever before reached. He had become the
ace soap bubble blower of America, had perfected the business of blowing
bubbles, refined it, doubled it, squared it, and had even worked himself up into
a convenient lather. The effect was not pretty. Some of the bubbles were too big
to be beautiful, and the blower was always jumping into them or out of them, or
playing some sort of unattractive trick with them. It was, if anything, a rather
repulsive sight. Humor is a little like that: it won’t stand much blowing up,
and it won’t stand much poking. It has a certain fragility, an evasiveness,
which one had best respect. Essentially, it is a complete mystery. A human frame
convulsed with laughter, and the laughter becoming mysterious and
uncontrollable, is as far out of balance as one shaken with the hiccoughs or in
tike throes of a sneezing fit. 57. One of the things commonly
said about humorists is that they are really very sad people--clowns with a
breaking heart. There is some truth in it, but it is badly stated. It would be
more accurate, I think, to say that there is a deep vein of melancholy running
through everyone’s life and that the humorist, perhaps more sensible of it
than some others, compensates for it actively and positively- Humorists fatten
on trouble. They have always made trouble pay. 58. They struggle along
with a goodwill and endure pain cheerfully, knowing how well it will serve them
in the sweet by and by. You find them wrestling with foreign languages fighting
folding ironing boards and swollen drainpies the terrible discomfort of tight
boots. They pour out their sorrows profitably, in a form that is not quite a
fiction nor quite a fact either. Beneath the sparking surface of these dilemmas
flows the strong tide of human woe. 59. Practically
everyone is a manic-depressive of sorts, with his up moments and his down
moments, and you certainly don’t have to be a humorist to taste the sadness of
situation and mood. But there is often a rather fine line between laughing and
crying, and if a humorous piece of writing brings a person to the point where
his emotional responses are untrustworthy and seem likely to break over into the
opposite realm, it is because humor, like poetry, has an extra content. It
plays close to the bit hot fire which is Truth, and sometimes the reader feels
the heat.