《中国日报》四季翻译比赛2004.12-2007.4整理版.docVIP

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