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Drilling the King

　　ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:

　　"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."

　　The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.

　　"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."

　　"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"

　　"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."

　　After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:

　　"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."

　　The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:

　　"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."

　　"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."

　　"In what lacketh it?"

　　"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."

　　"Nay, is that true?"

　　"Yes; only those above them call them so."

　　"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."

　　"No-no; for he may be a freeman."

　　"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."

　　"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."

　　"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"

　　"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."

　　"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."

　　"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."

　　The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.

Drilling the King

　　ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:

　　"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."

　　The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.

　　"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."

　　"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"

　　"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."

　　After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:

　　"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."

　　The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:

　　"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."

　　"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."

　　"In what lacketh it?"

　　"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."

　　"Nay, is that true?"

　　"Yes; only those above them call them so."

　　"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."

　　"No-no; for he may be a freeman."

　　"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."

　　"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."

　　"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"

　　"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."

　　"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."

　　"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."

　　The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.

哈哈哈哈哈这位不停变ID的刷屏破，目的就是再翻一页，天啊破都死光了吗这种的居然没人回收喂

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破为什么要收，破就等着刷爆了锁帖呢

干嘛那么执着翻这三页呢，没有你不是也翻了三十多页么，指望GLY锁帖是不太可能的。。。前面不仅刷屏，还有那么多RS都没锁

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这个认真改正错别字自攻自首→自攻自受的刷屏er很可能就是昨晚白莲山→花和ZGSS→ZGZS的那位不停修改措辞的刷屏er啊！

Drilling the King

　　ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:

　　"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."

　　The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.

　　"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."

　　"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"

　　"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."

　　After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:

　　"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."

　　The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:

　　"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."

　　"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."

　　"In what lacketh it?"

　　"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."

　　"Nay, is that true?"

　　"Yes; only those above them call them so."

　　"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."

　　"No-no; for he may be a freeman."

　　"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."

　　"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."

　　"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"

　　"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."

　　"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."

　　"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."

　　The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.

Drilling the King

　　ON the morning of the fourth day, when it was just sunrise, and we had been tramping an hour in the chill寒冷的 dawn, I came to a resolution决议，决心: the king MUST be drilled; things could not go on so, he must be taken in hand and deliberately故意地，谨慎地 and conscientiously drilled, or we couldn't ever venture to enter a dwelling住处，寓所; the very cats would know this masquerader冒充者，参加假面舞会的人 for a humbug欺骗，谎话 and no peasant. So I called a halt and said:

　　"Sire, as between clothes and countenance面容，表情, you are all right, there is no discrepancy不符，矛盾; but as between your clothes and your bearing, you are all wrong, there is a most noticeable discrepancy. Your soldierly stride, your lordly port -- these will not do. You stand too straight, your looks are too high, too confident. The cares of a kingdom do not stoop俯首，弯腰 the shoulders, they do not droop下垂 the chin, they do not depress the high level of the eye-glance, they do not put doubt and fear in the heart and hang out the signs of them in slouching懒散的 body and unsure step. It is the sordid肮脏的，卑鄙的 cares of the lowly born that do these things. You must learn the trick; you must imitate the trademarks of poverty, misery, oppression, insult, and the other several and common inhumanities that sap the manliness out of a man and make him a loyal and proper and approved subject and a satisfaction to his masters, or the very infants will know you for better than your disguise假装，掩饰, and we shall go to pieces at the first hut we stop at. Pray try to walk like this."

　　The king took careful note, and then tried an imitation.

　　"Pretty fair -- pretty fair. Chin a little lower, please -- there, very good. Eyes too high; pray don't look at the horizon, look at the ground, ten steps in front of you. Ah -- that is better, that is very good. Wait, please; you betray too much vigor, too much decision; you want more of a shamble. Look at me, please -- this is what I mean......Now you are getting it; that is the idea -- at least, it sort of approaches it......Yes, that is pretty fair. BUT! There is a great big something wanting, I don't quite know what it is. Please walk thirty yards, so that I can get a perspective on the thing......Now, then -- your head's right, speed's right, shoulders right, eyes right, chin right, gait, carriage, general style right -- everything's right! And yet the fact remains, the aggregate's wrong. The account don't balance. Do it again, please......NOW I think I begin to see what it is. Yes, I've struck it. You see, the genuine spiritlessness is wanting; that's what's the trouble. It's all AMATUEUR -- mechanical details all right, almost to a hair; everything about the delusion perfect, except that it don't delude."

　　"What, then, must one do, to prevail?"

　　"Let me think......I can't seem to quite get at it. In fact, there isn't anything that can right the matter but practice. This is a good place for it: roots and stony ground to break up your stately gait, a region not liable to interruption, only one field and one hut in sight, and they so far away that nobody could see us from there. It will be well to move a little off the road and put in the whole day drilling you, sire."

　　After the drill had gone on a little while, I said:

　　"Now, sire, imagine that we are at the door of the hut yonder, and the family are before us. Proceed, please -- accost the head of the house."

　　The king unconsciously straightened up like a monument, and said, with frozen austerity:

　　"Varlet, bring a seat; and serve to me what cheer ye have."

　　"Ah, your grace, that is not well done."

　　"In what lacketh it?"

　　"These people do not call EACH OTHER varlets."

　　"Nay, is that true?"

　　"Yes; only those above them call them so."

　　"Then must I try again. I will call him villein."

　　"No-no; for he may be a freeman."

　　"Ah -- so. Then peradventure I should call him goodman."

　　"That would answer, your grace, but it would be still better if you said friend, or brother."

　　"Brother! -- to dirt like that?"

　　"Ah, but WE are pretending to be dirt like that, too."

　　"It is even true. I will say it. Brother, bring a seat, and thereto what cheer ye have, withal. Now 'tis right."

　　"Not quite, not wholly right. You have asked for one, not US -- for one, not both; food for one, a seat for one."

　　The king looked puzzled -- he wasn't a very heavy weight, intellectually. His head was an hour-glass; it could stow an idea, but it had to do it a grain at a time, not the whole idea at once.