“罗曼蒂克”是对外来词汇的音译,意思是浪漫。汉语中类似的现象并不鲜见,请再举出两例。

“罗曼蒂克”是对外来词汇的音译,意思是浪漫。汉语中类似的现象并不鲜见,请再举出两例。,第1张

幽默: 来自英文 Humor。大多数人认为该词为国学大师林语堂先生于1924年最先介绍入中国。(眉浅淡烟如柳:,早在三国时期就有王粲的诗句:哀笑动梁尘。急觞荡幽默。更早则有有屈原的《九章·怀沙》:“煦兮杳杳,孔静幽默。”可见幽默一词不是外来,只是当时“幽默”意为寂静无声地,现今我们说“幽默”,是英文的翻译而已。窃以为“幽默”一词不是外来词,只是汉译。)

  罗曼蒂克: 英文romantic,又称为浪漫,辞典上的解释是:富有诗意,充满幻想。

  雷达 来自英语radar,无线电波探测装置。它号称“千里眼”。看到“雷”这个字,马上会让人想到天边的雷鸣和闪电,突出了一个快字。自然,雷达这种“千里眼”的作用也就让人印象更深了。

  托福 译自英语TOEFL,是美国的一种外国学生英语水平考试,中国人称为考“托福”。“托福”两字是中国人的一个日常口头语,含有吉利话的意味,考托福,靠托福,不管是托谁的福,学子们希望的就是顺利通过考试。

  雪碧 音译自英语Sprite, 原意为妖怪、精灵。作为一种饮料,把它译为“雪碧”可谓是煞费苦心。雪,有寒意;碧,清澈碧蓝。在大夏天,这样的饮料名,听着就想喝。这样的字又何止“一字千金”呢?

  波音 音译自英语Boeing, 指美国波音飞机制造公司出产的飞机。从英语原意上看不出与声音有关,而译成汉语,“波”、“音”是两种在空中传播的物理现象又暗合快捷之意。波音倒过来是音波,飞机中就有超音波这样的种类。这几层从“波音”两字的字面就能感觉到的含意,想必当时翻译者不会是歪打正着的。

  霹雳舞 译自英语breakdance, 原意为破袭节奏之舞,是一种源起美国黑人社会的现代舞,以破坏音乐节奏,违反常规的舞蹈动作并即兴表演为特点。1987年、1988年时也曾在中国都市流行一时。经过那个时代的人对此舞都会有印象。其舞姿动作确有霹雳之势。笔者一直以为“霹雳舞”一词为意译,没想到竟是音译。这正说明了“霹雳舞”一词翻译的成功。

  可口可乐 音译自英语cocacola,世界著名饮料。英语原意似乎并无深意。音译成汉语后的“可口可乐”却是如此的有意义。这到底是译者有水平,还是汉字汉语太过神奇了呢?

  马拉松 音译自英语marathon,为42公里195米距离的赛跑。马拉松,马拉松,意思就是:“即使是马拉着跑也该松软了。”何况是人呢?让人一看到“马拉松”这三个字,就马上感到该项目距离之长,运动强度之大。看来,我们不服祖宗造汉字的精妙是不行的。

  迷你裙 译自英语miniskirt,“迷你”为音译,裙为意译。原意为超短裙。翻译为“迷你裙”确实绝妙。既有生活情趣,更是含沙射影,穿超短裙干吗?那是为了“迷你”的。由于mini是英语微型的前缀,后来又出来一系列的“迷你”的东西,如“迷你相机”等。但哪一样也没有“迷你裙”妙。“迷你裙”是“迷你”家族中最先翻译过来的。

  的确良 由粤语谐音翻译自英语dacron,一种以醛化合物为原料的合成纤维。这种原料做的衬衫,在20世纪70年代的中国几乎人人都穿。纯白色,穿着很亮很挺,还特别薄。那时的中学生,有一件白色的的确良衬衫是一种幸福。的确良,的确良,虽然是大白话,但听起来的确凉快。虽然说是由于经济短缺所致,但这种布料如此热销,相信与“的确良”这三个字不无关系。

  利眠宁 谐音译自拉丁文librillm,商品名,一种镇静催眠药,也可抗惊厥。就冲这三个字,吃了药你能睡不着吗?

  敌杀死 音译自英语deeis,一种杀虫农药。原意似乎并无深意。翻译成汉语居然如此厉害——能把敌手杀死。

  维他命 音译自英语vitamin,是人体不可缺少的一族化学物质。维他命,维护维持他的生命。一听就像是一种很要紧的救命药。比另一个名称维生素听起来更有紧迫感。

  盖世太保 音译自德语Gestapo,纳粹德国秘密警察及其组织。在一些历史演义和评书中,我们经常能听到中国古代某某奸臣或权臣有多少个太保,一般都是干儿子,不做好事的恶人居多。而盖世太保正是这样一类杀人不眨眼的魔王。盖世又有不可一世之意,用“盖世太保”称呼纳粹秘密警察,对于并不很了解德国二战那段历史的中国人来说,那是最形象和让人明白不过的了。

  蒙太奇 音译自法语montage,指镜头剪辑,**独有的组合手法。蒙太奇三个汉字放在一起并无意义。但这三个字都会让人产生神秘之感,放在一起就更神秘了。其实许多中国人并不明白**“蒙太奇”是什么,但对**导演和演员却有某种崇拜感,也许与蒙太奇这三个字不无关系。

  披头士 音译自英语beetle,指甲壳虫乐队及其队员。原意为硬壳虫,因该乐队成员发型如硬壳虫,因而得名。以前看到国内的流行乐队乐手不分男女大都长发披肩,就以为“披头士”一词为意译,没想到竟是音译。那么,到底是汉语译“披头士”在前,乐手们依译词打扮自己,还是国内乐手先“披头”,译者被触动灵感然后译出“披头士”呢?不得而知。不过,倒是乐队成员披着长发,似乎动感的效果就出来了。

  嬉皮士 音译自英语hippy,指20世纪60年代在美国出现的不满现实的带颓废色彩的青年。嬉皮士,嬉皮笑脸之士。一群玩世不恭的青年跃然纸上。音译与意译的和谐能达到如此程度,直是令人拍案叫绝。

  雅皮士 音译自英语yuppies。雅皮士与嬉皮士是两个时代两种不同的人,雅皮士是指现代美国都市中的年轻专业人员,他们收入多,花钱大方,生活时髦。雅皮士一词翻译的成功之处就在于一个“雅”字。这个“雅”字把现代都市白领一族描绘得淋漓尽致。这正是汉字的神奇之处,不然,古人怎会有画龙点睛之说呢?

呃,再短的我也找不到……浪漫的话很难三言两语说完的,凑活一下,自己缩一缩吧

The Romance of a Busy Broker证券经纪人的浪漫故事

Pitcher, confidential clerk in the office of Harvey Maxwell, broker, allowed a look of mild interest and surprise to visit his usually expressionless countenance when his employer briskly entered at half past nine in company with his young lady stenographer With a snappy Good-morning, Pitcher, Maxwell dashed at his desk as though he were intending to leap over it, and then plunged into the great heap of letters and telegrams waiting there for him

The young lady had been Maxwell's stenographer for a year She was beautiful in a way that was decidedly unstenographic She forewent the pomp of the alluring pompadour She wore no chains, bracelets or lockets She had not the air of being about to accept an invitation to luncheon Her dress was grey and plain, but it fitted her figure with fidelity and discretion In her neat black turban hat was the gold-green wing of a macaw On this morning she was softly and shyly radiant Her eyes were dreamily bright, her cheeks genuine peachblow, her expression a happy one, tinged with reminiscence

Pitcher, still mildly curious, noticed a difference in her ways this morning Instead of going straight into the adjoining room, where her desk was, she lingered, slightly irresolute, in the outer office Once she moved over by Maxwell's desk, near enough for him to be aware of her presence

The machine sitting at that desk was no longer a man; it was a busy New York broker, moved by buzzing wheels and uncoiling springs

Well--what is it Anything asked Maxwell sharply His opened mail lay like a bank of stage snow on his crowded desk His keen grey eye, impersonal and brusque, flashed upon her half impatiently

Nothing, answered the stenographer, moving away with a little smile

Mr Pitcher, she said to the confidential clerk, did Mr Maxwell say anything yesterday about engaging another stenographer

He did, answered Pitcher He told me to get another one I notified the agency yesterday afternoon to send over a few samples this morning It's 945 o'clock, and not a single picture hat or piece of pineapple chewing gum has showed up yet

I will do the work as usual, then, said the young lady, until some one comes to fill the place And she went to her desk at once and hung the black turban hat with the gold-green macaw wing in its accustomed place

He who has been denied the spectacle of a busy Manhattan broker during a rush of business is handicapped for the profession of anthropology The poet sings of the crowded hour of glorious life The broker's hour is not only crowded, but the minutes and seconds are hanging to all the straps and packing both front and rear platforms

And this day was Harvey Maxwell's busy day The ticker began to reel out jerkily its fitful coils of tape, the desk telephone had a chronic attack of buzzing Men began to throng into the office and call at him over the railing, jovially, sharply, viciously, excitedly Messenger boys ran in and out with messages and telegrams The clerks in the office jumped about like sailors during a storm Even Pitcher's face relaxed into something resembling animation

On the Exchange there were hurricanes and landslides and snowstorms and glaciers and volcanoes, and those elemental disturbances were reproduced in miniature in the broker's offices Maxwell shoved his chair against the wall and transacted business after the manner of a toe dancer He jumped from ticker to 'phone, from desk to door with the trained agility of a harlequin

In the midst of this growing and important stress the broker became suddenly aware of a high-rolled fringe of golden hair under a nodding canopy of velvet and ostrich tips, an imitation sealskin sacque and a string of beads as large as hickory nuts, ending near the floor with a silver heart There was a self-possessed young lady connected with these accessories; and Pitcher was there to construe her

Lady from the Stenographer's Agency to see about the position, said Pitcher

Maxwell turned half around, with his hands full of papers and ticker tape

What position he asked, with a frown

Position of stenographer, said Pitcher You told me yesterday to call them up and have one sent over this morning

You are losing your mind, Pitcher, said Maxwell Why should I have given you any such instructions Miss Leslie has given perfect satisfaction during the year she has been here The place is hers as long as she chooses to retain it There's no place open here, madam Countermand that order with the agency, Pitcher, and don't bring any more of 'em in here

The silver heart left the office, swinging and banging itself independently against the office furniture as it indignantly departed Pitcher seized a moment to remark to the bookkeeper that the old man seemed to get more absent-minded and forgetful every day of the world

The rush and pace of business grew fiercer and faster On the floor they were pounding half a dozen stocks in which Maxwell's customers were heavy investors Orders to buy and sell were coming and going as swift as the flight of swallows Some of his own holdings were imperilled, and the man was working like some high-geared, delicate, strong machine--strung to full tension, going at full speed, accurate, never hesitating, with the proper word and decision and act ready and prompt as clockwork Stocks and bonds, loans and mortgages, margins and securities--here was a world of finance, and there was no room in it for the human world or the world of nature

When the luncheon hour drew near there came a slight lull in the uproar

Maxwell stood by his desk with his hands full of telegrams and memoranda, with a fountain pen over his right ear and his hair hanging in disorderly strings over his forehead His window was open, for the beloved janitress Spring had turned on a little warmth through the waking registers of the earth

And through the window came a wandering--perhaps a lost--odour--a delicate, sweet odour of lilac that fixed the broker for a moment immovable For this odour belonged to Miss Leslie; it was her own, and hers only

The odour brought her vividly, almost tangibly before him The world of finance dwindled suddenly to a speck And she was in the next room--twenty steps away

By George, I'll do it now, said Maxwell, half aloud I'll ask her now I wonder I didn't do it long ago

He dashed into the inner office with the haste of a short trying to cover He charged upon the desk of the stenographer

She looked up at him with a smile A soft pink crept over her cheek, and her eyes were kind and frank Maxwell leaned one elbow on her desk He still clutched fluttering papers with both hands and the pen was above his ear

Miss Leslie, he began hurriedly, I have but a moment to spare I want to say something in that moment Will you he my wife I haven't had time to make love to you in the ordinary way, but I really do love you Talk quick, please--those fellows are clubbing the stuffing out of Union Pacific

Oh, what are you talking about exclaimed the young lady She rose to her feet and gazed upon him, round-eyed

Don't you understand said Maxwell, restively I want you to marry me I love you, Miss Leslie I wanted to tell you, and I snatched a minute when things had slackened up a bit They're calling me for the 'phone now Tell 'em to wait a minute, Pitcher Won't you, Miss Leslie

The stenographer acted very queerly At first she seemed overcome with amazement; then tears flowed from her wondering eyes; and then she smiled sunnily through them, and one of her arms slid tenderly about the broker's neck

I know now, she said, softly It's this old business that has driven everything else out of your head for the time I was frightened at first Don't you remember, Harvey We were married last evening at 8 o'clock in the Little Church Around the Corner

证券经纪人哈维·马克斯韦尔于九点半在年轻女速记员陪同下步履轻快地来到办公室。机要秘书皮彻那通常毫无表情的面孔不禁露出一丝好奇和诧异。马克斯韦尔只随口道了声“早上好”,便径直奔向办公桌,匆忙得好像想一步跨过桌面,随后就一头扎进一大堆等着他处理的信件和电报。

年轻女郎给马克斯韦尔当速记员已经有一年。她异常秀美动人,绝非速记员草草几笔所能简单描述。她不愿采用华丽诱人的庞巴杜式发型,不戴项链、手镯或鸡心。她脸上没有随时准备受邀外出进餐的神气。她的灰色衣服素净朴实,但却生动勾勒出她的身材而不失典雅。她那顶精巧的黑色无边帽上插了根艳绿色金刚鹦鹉毛。今天早上,她春风飘逸,温柔而羞涩。她的眼睛流波瞑瞑,双颊桃红妖娆,满面乐融,又略带一丝回味。

好奇之余,皮彻发现今天她的举止也有点儿异样。她没有直接到放有她办公桌的里间办公室去,而是滞留在外间办公室,有点儿拿不定主意似的。她慢慢蹭到马克斯韦尔桌边,离他很近,足以让他意识到她的存在。

坐在办公桌前的他已经不再是个常人,而是一个繁忙的纽约证券经纪人,一架完全受嗡嗡作响的轮子和张开的弹簧所驱动的机器。

“嘿,怎么啦?有事?”马克斯韦尔问,语气尖刻。那些拆开的邮件堆了满满一桌,就像演戏用的假雪。他那锐利的灰蓝色眼睛,毫无人情味儿,严厉粗暴,不耐烦地盯着她。

“没什么,”速记员回答说,然后微笑着走开了。

“皮彻先生,”她问机要秘书,“马克斯韦尔先生昨天提没提过另外雇一名速记员的事?”

“提过,”皮彻说。“他吩咐我另外找一个。昨天下午我已通知职业介绍所,让他们今天上午送几个来面试。现在已经九点四十五了,可还没有哪个戴阔边帽或嚼波萝口香糖的人露面哩。”

“那我还是照常工作好啦,”年轻女郎说,“等有人替补再说。”说完她马上走到自己的办公桌边,在老地方挂起那顶插有金刚鹦鹉毛的黑色无边帽。

谁无缘目睹曼哈顿经纪人在生意高峰时刻那股紧张劲儿,谁搞人类学研究就有极大缺陷。有诗人赞颂“绚丽生活中的拥挤时辰”。证券经纪人不仅时辰拥挤,他的分分秒秒都是挤得满满当当的,像是前后站台都挤满乘客的车厢里的拉手吊带,每根都被拉得紧绷绷的。

今天又正是哈维·马克斯韦尔的大忙天。行情收录器的滚轴开始瑟瑟卷动,忽停忽动地吐出卷纸,桌上的电话像害了慢性病似的响个不停。人们开始涌入办公室,隔着扶手栏杆朝他大喊大叫,有的欣喜若狂,有的横眉竖眼,有的恶意满怀,有的激动不已。信童拿着信件和电报跑进跑出。办公室的职员们忙得跳来跳去,就像与风暴搏斗的水手。连皮彻的脸也舒张开来,显得生机勃勃。

证券交易所里风云变幻,飓风、山崩、雪暴、冰川、火山瞬息交替;这些自然力的剧动以微观形式在经纪人办公室中再现。马克斯韦尔把椅子掀到墙边,如踢跶舞演员般敏捷地处理业务,时而从自动收录器跳向电话,时而从桌前跳到门口,其灵活不亚于受过专门训练的滑稽丑角。

经纪人全神致力于这堆越来越多但又十分重要的事务之中,这时他突然注意到一头高高卷起的金发,上面是顶微微抖动的鹅绒帽和鸵毛羽饰;一件人造海豹皮短大衣,一串大如山核桃的珠子垂近地板,尾端还吊了一个银鸡心。这一大套装饰物与一个沉着镇定的年轻女子相关联。皮彻正准备引荐她,替她作解释。

“这位**从速记员介绍所来,说招聘的事。”

马克斯韦尔侧过身子,手上捏了一把文件和行情纸带。

“招聘什么?”他皱起眉头问。

“速记员,”皮彻说。“昨天你叫我打电话,让他们今天上午送一个过来。”

“你搞糊涂了吧?”马克斯韦尔说。“我干吗给你下这个命令?莱丝丽这一年工作表现十全十美。只要她愿意,这份工作就是她的。**,这儿没有空缺。皮彻,通知事务所,取消要人申请,叫他们别再送人过来。”

银鸡心离开了办公室。一路上她愤愤不平,大摇大摆,把桌椅沙发碰得乒乒乓乓。皮彻忙中偷闲给簿记员说,“老太爷”一天比一天心不在焉,多事健忘。

业务处理越来越紧张,节奏越来越快。在交易所马克斯韦尔的顾客投资巨额的六七种股票正在暴跌。收进和抛出的单据来来去去,疾如燕飞。有些他本人持有的股票也处于危险之中。经纪人工作起来就像一架高速运转、精密复杂、强壮有力的机器——绷紧到最大限度,运转至最快速度,精确无误,坚决果断,措词贴切而决策恰当,行动时机的选择如时钟般准确无误。股票,证券,贷款,抵押,保证金,债券——这是一个金融世界,人际感情或自然本性在这里毫无落脚之地。

午餐时间逐渐临近,喧嚣之中慢慢出现片刻暂息。

马克斯韦尔站在办公桌边,手上捏满了电报和备忘录,右耳上夹了支钢笔,几撮头发零乱地披在脑门上。窗户敞开着,因为亲爱的女门房——春——已经打开苏醒大地的暖气管,送来一丝暖意。

通过窗户飘来一丝悠悠——也许是失散——的香气。这是紫丁香幽微、甜美的芳菲。刹那间,经纪人给怔住了。因为这香气属于莱丝丽**;

这是她本人的气息,她独有的气息。

芳香在他心中唤出她的容貌,栩栩如生,几乎伸手可及。

金融世界转瞬间缩成一点。而她就在隔壁房间,仅二十步之遥。

“天哪,我现在就得去,”马克斯韦尔压低嗓子说。“我现在就去跟她说。怎么我没早点儿想起?”

他箭步冲进里间办公室,像个卖空头的人急于补足那样急不可耐。他对直冲向速记员的办公桌。

她抬起头,笑盈盈地看着他,服上泛出淡淡红晕,眼睛里闪动着温柔和坦率。马克斯韦尔一支胳膊撑在桌上,手上依然握满了文件,耳朵上还夹着那支钢笔。

“莱丝丽**,”他仓仓促促地说,“我只能呆一小会儿,趁这个时候给你说件事。你愿意做我的妻子吗?我没时间以常人的方式向你求爱,但我确确实实爱你。请快回答我。那些人又在抢购太平洋联合公司的股票罗。”

“喔,你在说什么呀?”年轻女郎惊诧不已。她站起身,直愣愣地看着他,眼睛瞪得圆圆的。

“你不懂?”马克斯韦尔倔头倔脑地说。“我要你嫁给我。我爱你,莱丝丽**。我早就想告诉你,手头的事情稍微松些后,我才瞅空过来。又有人在打电话找我。皮彻,叫他们等一下。答应我吗,莱丝丽**?”

速记员的神态叫人莫名其妙。起初,她好像惊愕万分;继而,泪水又涌出她迷惘的眼睛;其后,泪眼又发出欢笑的光芒;最后,她又柔情地搂住经纪人的脖子。

“现在我懂了,”她亲切地说。“是这生意让你忘记了一切。刚才我还吓了一大跳。哈维,不记得了吗?昨天晚上八点,我们已经在街上拐角处的小教堂结过婚了。”

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