The Diary of a Nobody(小人物日记英文著作)[pdf格式]（122页）

1、The Diary of a Nobody1The Diary of a NobodyThe Diary of a Nobody2Introduction by Mr.PooterWhy should I not publish my diary?I have often seen reminiscencesof people I have never even heard of,and I fail to see-because I do nothappen to be a Somebody-why my diary should not be interesting.Myonly regr

2、et is that I did not commence it when I was a youth.Charles Pooter The Laurels,Brickfield Terrace Holloway.The Diary of a Nobody3CHAPTER I.We settle down in our new home,and I resolve to keep a diary.Tradesmen trouble us a bit,so does the scraper.The Curate calls andpays me a great compliment.My cle

3、ar wife Carrie and I have just been a week in our new house,The Laurels,Brickfield Terrace,Holloway-a nice six-roomed residence,not counting basement,with a front breakfast-parlour.We have a littlefront garden;and there is a flight of ten steps up to the front door,which,by-the-by,we keep locked wit

4、h the chain up.Cummings,Gowing,andour other intimate friends always come to the little side entrance,whichsaves the servant the trouble of going up to the front door,thereby takingher from her work.We have a nice little back garden which runs down tothe railway.We were rather afraid of the noise of

5、the trains at first,butthe landlord said we should not notice them after a bit,and took 2 poundsoff the rent.He was certainly right;and beyond the cracking of thegarden wall at the bottom,we have suffered no inconvenience.After my work in the City,I like to be at home.Whats the good of ahome,if you

6、are never in it?Home,Sweet Home,thats my motto.Iam always in of an evening.Our old friend Gowing may drop in withoutceremony;so may Cummings,who lives opposite.My dear wifeCaroline and I are pleased to see them,if they like to drop in on us.ButCarrie and I can manage to pass our evenings together wi

7、thout friends.There is always something to be done:a tin-tack here,a Venetian blindto put straight,a fan to nail up,or part of a carpet to nail down-all ofwhich I can do with my pipe in my mouth;while Carrie is not aboveputting a button on a shirt,mending a pillow-case,or practising theSylvia Gavott

8、e on our new cottage piano(on the three years system),manufactured by W.Bilkson(in small letters),from Collard and Collard(in very large letters).It is also a great comfort to us to know that ourboy Willie is getting on so well in the Bank at Oldham.We should liketo see more of him.Now for my diary:

9、-The Diary of a Nobody4 April 3.-Tradesmen called for custom,and I promised Farmerson,the ironmonger,to give him a turn if I wanted any nails or tools.By-the-by,that reminds me there is no key to our bedroom door,and the bells must beseen to.The parlour bell is broken,and the front door rings up in

10、theservants bedroom,which is ridiculous.Dear friend Gowing dropped in,but wouldnt stay,saying there was an infernal smell of paint.April 4.Tradesmen still calling;Carrie being out,I arranged to dealwith Horwin,who seemed a civil butcher with a nice clean shop.Ordered a shoulder of mutton for to-morr

11、ow,to give him a trial.Carriearranged with Borset,the butterman,and ordered a pound of fresh butter,and a pound and a half of salt ditto for kitchen,and a shillings worth ofeggs.In the evening,Cummings unexpectedly dropped in to show me ameerschaum pipe he had won in a raffle in the City,and told me

12、 to handleit carefully,as it would spoil the colouring if the hand was moist.Hesaid he wouldnt stay,as he didnt care much for the smell of the paint,andfell over the scraper as he went out.Must get the scraper removed,orelse I shall get into a SCRAPE.I dont often make jokes.April 5.-Two shoulders of

13、 mutton arrived,Carrie having arrangedwith another butcher without consulting me.Gowing called,and fellover scraper coming in.MUST get that scraper removed.April 6.-Eggs for breakfast simply shocking;sent them back toBorset with my compliments,and he neednt call any more for orders.Couldnt find umbr

14、ella,and though it was pouring with rain,had to gowithout it.Sarah said Mr.Gowing must have took it by mistake lastnight,as there was a stick in the all that didnt belong to nobody.In theevening,hearing someone talking in a loud voice to the servant in thedownstairs hall,I went out to see who it was

15、,and was surprised to find itwas Borset,the butterman,who was both drunk and offensive.Borset,on seeing me,said he would be hanged if he would ever serve City clerksany more-the game wasnt worth the candle.I restrained my feelings,and quietly remarked that I thought it was POSSIBLE for a city clerk

16、to bea GENTLEMAN.He replied he was very glad to hear it,and wanted toknow whether I had ever come across one,for HE hadnt.He left thehouse,slamming the door after him,which nearly broke the fanlight;and IThe Diary of a Nobody5heard him fall over the scraper,which made me feel glad I hadnt removedit.When he had gone,I thought of a splendid answer I ought to havegiven him.However,I will keep it for another occasion.April 7.-Being Saturday,I looked forward to being home early,andputting a few thing