英文经典阅读带注释麦田里的守望者15

　　《麦田里的守望者》是美国作家杰罗姆·大卫·塞林格创作的唯一一部长篇小说，首次出版于1951年。塞林格将故事的起止局限于16岁的中学生霍尔顿·考尔菲德从离开学校到纽约游荡的三天时间内，并借鉴了意识流天马行空的写作方法，充分探索了一个十几岁少年的内心世界。
　　麦田里的守望者从1951年出版以来给全世界无数彷徨的年轻人心灵的慰藉。小说一问世，霍尔顿这个对虚伪的周围环境深恶痛绝的少年形象竟然被千万读者看成是新偶像，霍尔顿本身代表了当时相当一部分人的思想和处境。主人公那种没有清楚目的的反抗，也让他们看到了自己的影子。《麦田里的守望者》发表后，大中学学生争相阅读，家长和教师也视小说为＂必读教材＂，把它当作理解当代青少年的钥匙。
　　But it was worth it. The blonde was some dancer. She was one of the best dancers I ever danced with. I＂m not kidding, some of these very stupid girls can really knock you out on a dance floor. You take a really smart girl, and half the time she＂s trying to lead you around the dance floor, or else she＂s such a lousy dancer, the best thing to do is stay at the table and just get drunk with her.
　　＂You really can dance,＂ I told the blonde one. ＂You oughta be a pro. I mean it. I danced with a pro  once, and you＂re twice as good as she was. Did you ever hear of Marco and Miranda?＂
　　pro n. 专业人员
　　＂What?＂ she said. She wasn＂t even listening to me. She was looking all around the place.
　　＂I said did you ever hear of Marco and Miranda?＂
　　＂I don＂t know. No. I don＂t know.＂
　　＂Well, they＂re dancers, she＂s a dancer. She＂s not too hot, though. She does everything she＂s supposed to, but she＂s not so hot anyway. You know when a girl＂s really a terrific dancer?＂
　　＂Wudga say?＂ she said. She wasn＂t listening to me, even. Her mind was wandering all over the place.
　　＂I said do you know when a girl＂s really a terrific dancer?＂
　　＂Uh-uh.＂
　　＂Well--where I have my hand on your back. If I think there isn＂t anything underneath my hand--no can, no legs, no feet, no anything--then the girl＂s really a terrific dancer.＂
　　She wasn＂t listening, though. So I ignored her for a while. We just danced. God, could that dopey  girl dance. Buddy Singer and his stinking band was playing ＂Just One of Those Things＂ and even they couldn＂t ruin it entirely. It＂s a swell song. I didn＂t try any trick stuff while we danced--I hate a guy that does a lot of show-off tricky stuff on the dance floor--but I was moving her around plenty, and she stayed with me. The funny thing is, I thought she was enjoying it, too, till all of a sudden she came out with this very dumb remark. ＂I and my girl friends saw Peter Lorre last night,＂ she said. ＂The movie actor. In person. He was buyin＂ a newspaper. He＂s cute.＂
　　dopey adj. 迷迷糊糊的，迟钝的
　　＂You＂re lucky,＂ I told her. ＂You＂re really lucky. You know that?＂ She was really a moron. But what a dancer. I could hardly stop myself from sort of giving her a kiss on the top of her dopey head--you know-- right where the part is, and all. She got sore when I did it.
　　＂Hey! What＂s the idea?＂
　　＂Nothing. No idea. You really can dance,＂ I said. ＂I have a kid sister that＂s only in the goddam fourth grade. You＂re about as good as she is, and she can dance better than anybody living or dead.＂
　　＂Watch your language, if you don＂t mind.＂
　　What a lady, boy. A queen, for Chrissake.
　　＂Where you girls from?＂ I asked her.
　　She didn＂t answer me, though. She was busy looking around for old Peter Lorre to show up, I guess.
　　＂Where you girls from?＂ I asked her again.
　　＂What?＂ she said.
　　＂Where you girls from? Don＂t answer if you don＂t feel like it. I don＂t want you to strain yourself.＂
　　＂Seattle, Washington,＂ she said. She was doing me a big favor to tell me.
　　＂You＂re a very good conversationalist,＂ I told her. ＂You know that?＂
　　＂What?＂
　　I let it drop. It was over her head, anyway. ＂Do you feel like jitterbugging  a little bit, if they play a fast one? Not corny jitterbug, not jump or anything--just nice and easy. Everybody＂ll all sit down when they play a fast one, except the old guys and the fat guys, and we＂ll have plenty of room. Okay?＂
　　jitterbug v.跳吉特巴舞
　　＂It＂s immaterial  to me,＂ she said. ＂Hey--how old are you, anyhow?＂
　　immaterial adj. 不重要的，无关紧要的
　　That annoyed me, for some reason. ＂Oh, Christ. Don＂t spoil it,＂ I said. ＂I＂m twelve, for Chrissake. I＂m big for my age.＂
　　＂Listen. I toleja about that. I don＂t like that type language,＂ she said. ＂If you＂re gonna use that type language, I can go sit down with my girl friends, you know.＂
　　I apologized like a madman, because the band was starting a fast one. She started jitterbugging with me-- but just very nice and easy, not corny. She was really good. All you had to do was touch her. And when she turned around, her pretty little butt twitched so nice and all. She knocked me out. I mean it. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That＂s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they＂re not much to look at, or even if they＂re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.