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翻译擂台赛题 2004年冬第一期 Life and death of a hero You were well advised to leave your pity at the door of Christopher Reeves airy, sun-filled home, hidden amid the rolling meadows and white wooden barns of upstate New York. What struck you first, as he was steered into the room, was his commanding height: his throne-like wheelchair lifted his broad-shouldered bulk off the ground; sitting down, you found yourself tilting your head upwards to look at him.The accidents power over him was diminishing, he said, as his ventilator sucked and hissed. He no longer snapped awake in the quiet hours, forced to confront, all over again, the fact that he had no sensation from the neck down. He didnt need to turn away when he was driven past the barn where he kept Buck, the thoroughbred horse from which he had been thrown in 1995, breaking his neck. But learning to live with his paralysis wasnt the same as resigning himself to it. Ive still never had a dream that Im disabled, he said. Never. He had vowed, controversially, to walk again by the age of 50. At the time, that deadline was three weeks away. Walking by 50 had only ever been a hope, not a prediction, Reeve insisted. But what made the news of his death so acutely disorienting was the fact that, on some level, so many of us thought that, eventually - albeit a few years behind schedule - he might actually do it. Of course, he had always stressed that ordinary disabled people were the real superheroes in response to the inevitable movie-themed questions. But for the rest of us, the personal narrative was too seductive to resist: Superman, brought down to earth, ultimately triumphs again through sheer force of will. 2004年冬第二期 自由心灵，简单人生 2004年12月3日深夜，我正在网上游走，突然看到“陈省身”几个字从眼前倏然闪过……我把两年前采访陈先生时的合影找了出来，放在书架的正中间。在我和陈先生背后的墙上，是一只圆形的石英钟，上面的时针清楚地表明了那个瞬间：2002年4月5日13时13分零4秒。那天的雨从睡梦中就下起来，到中午了还在哗啦啦下个不停。天地间白茫茫一片，街道，车辆，树木，路旁的建筑，撑开了的伞，全都湿漉漉的，显然洗去了不少市面上的喧嚣与浮躁，以及与浮躁同样轻飘飘的漫漫扬絮。从天津西站到南开大学大约要走二三十分钟，出租司机是一位长相粗犷神色生动的中年人，高喉咙大嗓门，非常热情，一路上用他那地道的天津腔跟我们说话。我们