2019-2020学年高中英语 Unit 4 Films and film events英美文化欣赏

-1-Unit4Filmsandfilmevents【导读】当演员是多少人孩提时期的梦想。人们通常以为演员代表的是光鲜、美丽与富有，但真的是那样吗？【节选】PicturesEighto'clockinthemorning.MissAdaMosslayinhernarrowbed，staringupattheceiling.Herroom，whichwasrightatthetopofatallhouseinBloomsbury，smelledofwetclothesandfacepowderandthebagoffriedpotatoesshehadbroughtinforsupperthenightbefore.‘Ohdear，’thoughtMissMoss.‘Iamcold.IwonderwhyIalwayswakeupsocoldinthemorningsnow.Mykneesandfeetandmyback—especiallymyback—arelikeice.AndIwasalwayssowarmintheolddays.Itisn'tbecauseI'mthin.I'mjustaswell­coveredasIalwayswas.No，it'sbecauseIdon'thaveagoodhotdinnerintheevenings.’Sheimaginedarowofgoodhotdinnerspassingacrosstheceiling，eachwithabottleofgoodstrongbeer.‘I'dliketogetupnow，’shethought，‘andhaveabigsensiblebreakfast.’Picturesofbigsensiblebreakfastsfollowedthegoodhotdinnersacrosstheceiling.MissMosspulledtheblanketupoverherheadandclosedhereyes.Suddenly，herlandladyburstintotheroom.‘There'saletterforyou，MissMoss.’‘Oh，’saidMissMoss，inavoicewhichwasmuchtoofriendly，‘thankyouverymuch，MrsPine.It'sverygoodofyoutobringmemyletters.’‘Oh，it'snothing，’saidthelandlady.‘Ihopeit'stheletterthatyou'vebeenwaitingfor.’‘Yes，’saidMissMossbrightly，‘yes，perhapsitis.Iwouldn'tbesurprised.’‘Well，I'dbeverysurprised，’saidthelandlady.‘That'sthetruth.Andcanyouopenitrightnow，please？Alotoflandladieswouldn'tevenask—they'djustopenitthemselves.Thingscan'tgoonlikethis，MissMoss，indeedtheycan't.Firstyoutellmeyou'vegotthemoneytopayyourrent，thenyousayyouhaven't，thenthere'saletterlostinthepostoratheatremanagerwho'sgonetoBrightonbutwillbecomingbacksoon—I'msickandtiredofitall，andI'vehadenough.Atatime-2-likethis，too，withthepriceofeverythingsky­highandmypoorboyawayatthewarinFrance！Ifyoucan'tpayyourrent，there'splentyofotherpeoplewhowouldgivemegoodmoneyforaroomlikethis.AsmysisterElizawassayingtomeonlyyesterday，MissMoss，I'vebeenmuchtoosoft­heartedwithyou！’MissMossdidnotseemtobelisteningtothis.Shetoreopentheletter.Itwasfromafilmcompany.‘Nosuitablepartsforaladyofyourexperienceatpresent，’sheread.Shestaredatitforalongtimebeforeshespoketoherlandlady.‘Well，MrsPine，’shesaid.‘Ithinkyou'llbesorryforwhatyou'vejustsaid.Thisisfromatheatremanagerwhowantstoseemeimmediatelyaboutapartinanewmusicalshow.’Butthelandladywastooquickforher.ShetoretheletteroutofMissMoss'shand.‘Ohisit，isitindeed！’shecried.‘Givemebackthatletter.Giveitbacktomeatonce，youbad，wickedwoman，’criedMissMoss.Shecouldnotgetoutofbedbecauseshehadaholeinhernightdress.‘Well，MissMoss，’saidthelandlady，‘ifIdon'tgetmymoneybyeighto'clocktonight，youcangetoutofmyhouse，myLady.’ThedoorbangedandMissMosswasalone.Shethrewbackthebedclothes，andsatonthesideofthebed，shakingwithangerandstaringatherfatwhitelegs.‘Theoldcat，’shesaid，‘therottenoldcat！’Thenshebegantopullonherclothes.‘Oh，IwishIcouldpaythatwoman！ThenI'dtellherwhatIthinkofher！’Shesuddenlysawherfaceinthemirror，andgaveherselfalittlesmile.‘Well，oldgirl，’shesaid，‘you'reintroublethistime，andnomistake.’Butthepersoninthemirrorstoppedsmiling.‘Yousillything，’saidMissMoss.‘It'snogoodcrying.You'llmakeyournoseallred.Comeon！Getdressed，andgooutandfindajob.That'swhatyou'vegottodo.’Shepickedupherbagandshookit.Afewsmallcoinsfellout.‘I'llhaveanicecupofteaatanABCcafébeforeIgoanywhere，’shedecided.‘I'vegotenoughmoneyforthat.’Tenminuteslater，alargeladyinabluedressandablackhatcoveredinpurpleflowerslookedatherselfinthemirror，andsang：‘Sweetheart，rememberthathopeneverdies-3-Andital—waysisdark—estbeforesunrise.’Butthepersoninthemirrorwouldn'tsmileather，andMissMosswentout.WhenshecametotheABCcafé，thedoorwasopen.Amanwascarryingboxesofbreadin，andtwowaitresseswerecombingtheirhairandtalking.‘MyyoungmancamehomefromFrancelastnight，’oneofthegirlssanghappily.‘Oh，Isay！Howtoppingforyou！’criedtheother.‘Yes，wasn'tit！Hebroughtmeasweetlittlebrooch.Look，it'sgot“Dieppe”writtenonit.’‘Oh，Isay！Howtoppingforyou！’Themanwiththeboxesofbreadcameinagain，almostknockingMissMossover.‘CanIhaveacupoftea，please？’sheasked.Butthewaitresswentoncombingherhair.‘Oh，’shesang，‘we'renotopenyet.’Sheturnedtotheothergirl.‘Arewe，dear？’‘Oh，no，’saidtheotherwaitress.MissMosswentout.‘I'llgotoCharingCross，’shedecided.‘That'swhatI'lldo.AndI'llhavecoffee，nottea.Coffee'smorefilling.Thosegirls！Heryoungmancamehome；hebroughtherabrooch...’Shebegantocrosstheroad.‘Lookout，Fatty！’shoutedataxi­driver.MissMosspretendednottohear.‘No，Iwon'tgotoCharingCross，’shedecided.‘I'llgostraighttoKigandKadgit.Theyopenatnine.IfIgetthereearly，Mr.Kadgitmayhavesomethingforme...“I'msogladtoseeyou，MissMoss.I'vejustheardfromamanagerwhowantsalady...exactlytherightpartforyou...threepoundsaweek...goandseehimimmediately.It'sluckyyoucamesoearly.”’ButtherewasnobodyatKigandKadgitexceptanoldwomanwashingthefloorinthepassage.‘Nobodyhereyet，Miss，’theoldwomansaid.‘Oh，isn'tMr.Kadgithere？’saidMissMoss.‘I'llsitdownandwaitforhim，ifImay.’‘Youcan'twaitinthewaiting­room，Miss.Ihaven'tcleanedityet.Mr.KadgitnevercomesinbeforeeleventhirtyonaSaturday.Sometimeshedoesn'tcomeinatall.’‘Howsillyofme，’saidMissMoss.‘IforgotitwasSaturday.’‘Mindyourfeet，please，Miss，’saidtheoldwoman.AndMissMosswasoutinthest