词汇：magazine
n. 杂志；弹药库；胶卷盒
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- An article is a piece of writing that is published in a newspaper or magazine.>> 32-Shopping Made Easy
- Koehler, Twigg, to the powder magazine!>> Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl 加勒比海盗：黑珍珠号的诅咒 Movie Script
- Most likely the powder magazine.>> Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl 加勒比海盗：黑珍珠号的诅咒 Movie Script
- Constructed over six decks, the Arizona was a labyrinth of compartments, crew quarters, storage rooms, boiler rooms, powder magazines, and dozens of fuel compartments.>> Pearl Harbor: Into The Arizona 珍珠港：亚利桑那号探秘（2016） Movie Script
- He gets the Esquire Magazine award for the best dressed gangster.>> The Godfather: Part III 教父 3 1990 Movie Script
- His picture is on the cover of the New York Times magazine.>> The Godfather: Part III 教父 3 1990 Movie Script
- There is a special card table set up there with some magazines...and some smoking cigarettes still in the ashtray--but no detectives, no police, no bodyguards.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- What magazine is this?>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
- What magazine?>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
- I know. It's... it's gonna be on the website later today and in the magazine next month.>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
- It's kind of an underground art magazine type of thing.>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
- "Amnesiac magazine grins, feeding from the mall, polyblend combustion burning on the escalator to nowhere.">> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script
- Take this. The magazine, too.>> 1900 Movie Script
- “That proves you’re a deceiving man, if you think that,” she said. “You’ve had a long ride for nothing, I guess.” “Why, no,” he said. “It’s happiness to see you.” Clara felt a sudden irritation. “Do you think you can have us both?” she said. “My husband isn’t dead. I haven’t seen you in sixteen years. I’ve mostly raised children and horses during those years. Three of the children died, and plenty of the horses. It took all the romance out of me, if romance is what you were hoping for. I read about it in my magazines but I left it behind for myself when I left Austin.” “Don’t you regret it?” Augustus asked.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Clara saw at once that he had sustained some blow. When she saw him come back without even the mail, it had been on her tongue to say something about his poor memory. She and the girls hungered for the magazines and catalogues that came in the mail, and it was a disappointment to have someone ride right past the post office and not pick them up. But July looked so low that she refrained from speaking. At the supper table she tried several times to get a word or two out of him, but he just sat there, scarcely even touching his food. He had been ravenous since coming off the plains—so whatever the blow was, it was serious.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Bad men would have a better team,” Clara said. “Find any colts?” Cholo shook his head. His hair was white—Clara had never been able to get his age out of him, but she imagined he was seventy-five at least, perhaps eighty. At night by the fire, with the work done, Cholo wove horsehair lariats. Clara loved to watch the way his fingers worked. When a horse died or had to be killed, Cholo always saved its mane and tail for his ropes. He could weave them of rawhide too, and once had made one for her of buckskin, although she didn’t rope. Bob had been puzzled by the gift—“Clara couldn’t rope a post,” he said—but Clara was not puzzled at all. She had been very pleased. It was a beautiful gift; Cholo had the finest manners. She knew he appreciated her as she appreciated him. That was the year she bought him the coat. Sometimes, reading her magazines, she would look up and see Cholo weaving a rope and imagine that if she ever did try to write a story she would write it about him. It would be very different from any of the stories she read in the English magazines.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- But a few years passed, and Clara went back to the stories in the magazines. She loved to read aloud, and she read snatches of them to her daughters as soon as they were big enough to listen. Bob didn’t particularly like it, but he tolerated it. No other woman he knew read as much as his wife, and he thought it might be the cause of certain of her>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- She longed, sometimes, to talk to a person who actually wrote stories and had them printed in magazines. It interested her to speculate how it was done: whether they used people they knew, or just made people up. Once she had even ordered some big writing tablets, thinking she might try it anyway, even if she didn’t know how, but that was in the hopeful years before her boys died. With all the work that had to be done she never actually sat down and tried to write anything—and then the boys died and her feeling changed. Once the sight of the writing tablets had made her hopeful, but after those deaths it ceased to matter. The tablets were just another reproach to her, something willful she had wanted. She burned the tablets one day, trembling with anger and pain, as if the paper and not the weather had been somehow responsible for the deaths of her boys. And, for a time, she stopped reading the magazines. The stories in them seemed hateful to her: how could people talk that way and spend their time going to balls and parties, when children died and had to be buried?>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- The ladies’ magazines had stories and parts of novels in them, in many of which were ladies who led lives so different from hers that she felt she might as well be on another planet. She liked Thackeray’s ladies better than Dickens’s, andGeorge Eliot’s best of all—but it was a frustration that the mail came so seldom. Sometimes she would have to wait for two or three months for her Blackwoods, wondering all the time what was happening to the people in the stories.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Oh, shush,” Clara said. “The sun’s just been up five minutes.” She reflected that perhaps that was what she had held back—she had never become proficient at early rising, despite all the practice she’d had. She had got up dutifully and made breakfast for Bob and whatever hands happened to be there, but she was not at her best, and the breakfasts seldom arrived on the table in the orderly fashion that Bob expected. It was a relief to her when he went away on horse-trading expeditions and she could sleep late, or just lie in bed thinking and reading the magazines she ordered from the East or from England.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- They had few quarrels, most of them about money. Clara was a good wife and worked hard; she never did anything untoward or unrespectable, and yet the fact that she had that Texas money made Bob uneasy. She wouldn’t give it up or let him use it, no matter how poor they were. Not that she spent it on herself—Clara spent nothing on herself, except for the books she ordered or the magazines she took. She kept the money for her children, she said—but Bob could never be sure she wasn’t keeping it so she could leave if she took a notion. He knew it was foolish—Clara would leave, money or no money, if she decided to go—but he couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. She wouldn’t even use the money on the house, although she had wanted the house, and they had had to haul the timber two hundred miles. Of course, he had prospered in the horse business, mainly because of the Army trade; he could afford to build her a house. But he still resented her money. She told him it was only for the girls’ education—and yet she did things with it that he didn’t expect.
他们很少吵架，大多是为了钱。克拉拉是个好妻子，工作很努力；她从来没有做过任何不愉快或不可原谅的事，然而，她拥有得克萨斯州的钱这一事实让鲍勃感到不安。不管他们有多穷，她都不会放弃或让他使用它。这并不是说她把钱花在了自己身上——克拉拉除了订的书或买的杂志外，什么也没花在自己身上。她说，她把钱留给了孩子们，但鲍勃永远无法确定她没有留下，所以如果她有想法，她可以离开。他知道这很愚蠢——如果克拉拉决定去，不管有没有钱，她都会离开——但他无法打消这个念头。她甚至不会把钱花在房子上，尽管她想要房子，他们不得不把木材拖两百英里。当然，他在马生意上很成功，主要是因为军队贸易；他能给她盖房子。但他仍然讨厌她的钱。她告诉他，这只是为了女孩的教育，但她却做了一些他没想到的事情。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- “If this is America, where’s the snow?” he asked, to everyone’s surprise. His image of the new country had been strongly influenced by a scene of Boston Harbor in winter that he had seen in an old magazine. There had been lots of snow, and the hot backyard he found himself in was nothing like what he had expected. Instead of ships with tall masts there was just a low adobe house, with lots of old saddles and pieces of rotting harness piled under a little shed at one corner.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Newt had never asked Captain Call to amplify that information—the Captain preferred to volunteer what he wanted you to know. In his heart, though, Newt didn’t believe in Mr. Dobbs. He had a little pile of stuff his mother had left, just a few beads and combs and a little scrapbook and some cutout pictures from magazines that Mr. Gus had been kind enough to save for him, and there was nothing about a Mr. Dobbs in the scrapbook and no picture of him amid the pictures, though there was a scratchy picture of his grandfather, Maggie’s father, who had lived in Alabama.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- You'd see them in the back of a-- of a-- just a regular magazine comic book and order it and they would send it to your door.>> Fart: A Documentary Movie Script
- ARNOLD pushes off on the floor and whizzes over to Nedry's master terminal in his chair. With one stroke of his arm, he brushes all the loose junk off Nedry's station - junk food, soda cans, torn out magazine pages - - and tries to work.>> 侏罗纪公园 1 Jurassic Park (1993) Movie Script