K*****k
发帖数: 430 | 1 Having taken off my wheels (by Martin Elliott)的最后一段：
The next day she telephoned to inquire how I was enduring my bruises, and
inside the week I was deploying her legs into the semblance of a speedway
cycle’s upright handlebars and then into the shape of drops.
"I was deploying her legs into the semblance of a speedway cycle’s upright
handlebars and then into the shape of drops." 这句话神马意思？
全文如下
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For your internal ears and eyes I give you Celia itemised – in her surfaces
as she would wish to be, complete, with her two hands and her ten toes. She
is slender, small-stepping. She strolls, you might say, from the hips while
her head, motionless, schoons along on the pole of her neck. Unknown to
Celia, her feet have the slightest of tendencies to indicate out; and this
makes her endearing. She is brunette and wears her hair either down to her
eyebrows or brushed back. But the hygiene of her head is more problematical:
every fifth day her hair is washed with cream; on the other days, however,
she brushes it with a dry shampoo – by this same principle do hens take
dust-baths. As a result her hair is fine but faded, a dry umbrella-black.
Her skirts and dresses she mostly buys in brooch-like shops in suburbs and
small towns. As for her physical measurements, Celia would not mind my
telling that she is five foot four on her naked soles. Her sectional
dimensions, though, I shall not divulge. Suffice it, that her pectoral
inches are exactly those of her pelvic ones and that her waist is a
centimetre less than my right thigh at rest. Is it any wonder, then, that
Celia as she walks is a causer of minor collisions at traffic lights?
It was during one of these accidents that Celia first encountered me. First,
I have to say that I am a part-time first-category professional massed-
start racing cyclist. You will find me, if ever you take the trouble, of a
Sunday after lunch in season, amazing the townspeople of Stevenage, Welwyn
and such with my 40-mile-an-hour finishes up their roped-off High Streets at
the back of a police car’s siren. My confrères and I bring a dash of
colour – our several team jerseys being a medley of unamalgamated reds and
yellows, park-greens and budgerigar-blues – to the inhabitants of various
English Sundays. However, we competitors are unillusioned about the lip-
service of the walls of leaning bodies and megaphone hands that we sprint
between. We would lack their support were it a soccer time of year. This is
why so many of us coureurs cyclistes, participants in one of this country’s
minority sports, are so cynical, not to say paranoiac. And this is why I
reacted in such a boomerang manner on that Sunday in March when Celia,
idling over Great Russell Street as if she were Nefertiti among her double-
parked slaves, caused me to swerve and crash, still in my scarab position,
head down and arms semi-extended, into the spear-like railings of the
British Museum (which exhibits, I learned later, not even a penny-far-thing)
with the sort of impact I’d have had if I’d pedalled down the side of a
pyramid and hit the Sphinx.
I confronted her.
‘Are you vending something?’ she frowned at the W H KRISPS sign that I
wear across the chest of my jersey in return for being sponsored by that as
yet little known manufacturer of foodstuffs.
She informed me when she knew me better: ‘In your what d’you call them?
black training tights you looked like a cross between Rudolf Nureyev and Max
Wall. Most unusual.’
What charmed me was her contrition. She watched me take my wheels off and
push my frame into the rear of her hatchback that was round the corner on a
yellow line. Before driving me back to Hertfordshire she took me to her flat
where I had a shower and placed Savlon on all the protuberances of my body
’s left side – cheekbone and shoulder, elbow and hip, knee and ankle; all
these having hit the pavement one by one in ascending order. As I did this I
heard her playing an upright piano in the living-room which was lined, as
if for warmth, with books. Most of these books were weighty ones, and a lot
of them were about ancient civilisations. There were even two shelves of
books about Egypt in the lavatory. There was an unusual quietness about the
lavatorial gulp; and as I came out the cistern discreetly chuckled. Celia
gave me tea and then drove me home. The next day she telephoned to inquire
how I was enduring my bruises, and inside the week I was deploying her legs
into the semblance of a speedway cycle’s upright handlebars and then into
the shape of drops. | U***5
发帖数: 2796 | 2 semblance: 类似物，
speedway cycle’s upright handlebars ：某种自行车的扶手
the shape of drops ：水滴形状
联系“her legs"，似乎有些少儿不宜？
upright
surfaces
She
【在 K*****k 的大作中提到】
: Having taken off my wheels (by Martin Elliott)的最后一段：
: The next day she telephoned to inquire how I was enduring my bruises, and
: inside the week I was deploying her legs into the semblance of a speedway
: cycle’s upright handlebars and then into the shape of drops.
: "I was deploying her legs into the semblance of a speedway cycle’s upright
: handlebars and then into the shape of drops." 这句话神马意思？
: 全文如下
: --------
: For your internal ears and eyes I give you Celia itemised – in her surfaces
: as she would wish to be, complete, with her two hands and her ten toes. She
| K*****k
发帖数: 430 | 3 也觉得疑似少儿不宜，但又觉得也许是想歪了。
【在 U***5 的大作中提到】
: semblance: 类似物，
: speedway cycle’s upright handlebars ：某种自行车的扶手
: the shape of drops ：水滴形状
: 联系“her legs"，似乎有些少儿不宜？
:
: upright
: surfaces
: She
| m********5
发帖数: 17667 | 4 不就是说上了她么
upright
surfaces
She
【在 K*****k 的大作中提到】
: Having taken off my wheels (by Martin Elliott)的最后一段：
: The next day she telephoned to inquire how I was enduring my bruises, and
: inside the week I was deploying her legs into the semblance of a speedway
: cycle’s upright handlebars and then into the shape of drops.
: "I was deploying her legs into the semblance of a speedway cycle’s upright
: handlebars and then into the shape of drops." 这句话神马意思？
: 全文如下
: --------
: For your internal ears and eyes I give you Celia itemised – in her surfaces
: as she would wish to be, complete, with her two hands and her ten toes. She
| I*********t
发帖数: 5258 | | K*****k
发帖数: 430 | 6 作为在英国正式刊物上发表的微型小说，这样描写也太那个了吧
【在 m********5 的大作中提到】
: 不就是说上了她么
:
: upright
: surfaces
: She
| I*********t
发帖数: 5258 | 7 又没有什么下流词汇，就靠比喻让你脑补，总不能让人家写“获得了生命的大和谐”吧。
【在 K*****k 的大作中提到】
: 作为在英国正式刊物上发表的微型小说，这样描写也太那个了吧
| K*****k
发帖数: 430 | 8 寒，谢谢大家答疑，幸亏当年没有去问女外教这句话的意思，不然就糗大了。
吧。
【在 I*********t 的大作中提到】
: 又没有什么下流词汇，就靠比喻让你脑补，总不能让人家写“获得了生命的大和谐”吧。
| l****g
发帖数: 1320 | |
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