词汇：habit

n. 习惯，习性；嗜好

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Peach had a habit of misunderstanding people, even when the point was most obvious.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Roscoe loved to whittle better than any man July had ever known. If he was sitting down, which was usually the case, he was seldom without a whittling stick in his hands. He never whittled them into anything, just whittled them away, and the habit had come to irritate July.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“See what I mean?” Augustus said. “Dish has already cracked his noggin and we ain’t even left.” Call got a plate of food and went off by himself to eat. It was something he had always done—moved apart, so he could be alone and think things out a little. In the old days, when he first developed the habit, the men had not understood.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The dreams had been so bad that he had already started sleeping with the unsheathed bowie knife in his hand, so he would be in the habit of it by the time they hit Indian country. This precaution caused certain problems for the young hands whose duty it was to wake him for his shift at night herding. It put them in danger of getting stabbed, a fact which troubled Jasper Fant particularly. Jasper was sensitive to danger. Usually he chose to wake Pea by kicking him in one foot, although even that wasn’t really safe—Pea was tall and who knew when he might snap up and make a lunge. Jasper had concluded that the best way would be to pelt him with small rocks, although such caution would only earn him the scornof the rest of the hands.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“We’ve heard a rumor that Jake is back and on the run,” Joe Rainey said. He wore a full beard, which at the moment was shiny with pork drippings. Joe had a habit of staring straight ahead. Though Call assumed he had a neck joint like other men, he had never seen him use it. If you happened to be directly in front of him, Joe would look you in the eye; but if you were positioned a little to the side, his look went floating on by.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Oh, well,” Wilbarger said, “why get down when I would soon just have to climb back up? It’s unnecessary labor. I hear you men trade horses.” “We do,” Call said. “Cattle too.” “Don’t bother me about cattle,” Wilbarger said. “I got three thousand ready to start up the trail. What I need is a remuda.” “It’s a pity cattle can’t be trained to carry riders,” Augustus said. The thought had just occurred to him, so, following his habit, he put it at once into speech.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
That didn’t mean she was in the habit of thinking about herself as a sporting woman, but it was precisely that habit that Tinkersley expected her to acquire.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
They kept two rooms in a hotel—not the finest in town but fine enough—and Tinkersley bought Lorena some pretty clothes. Of course he financed that by selling the horse and the sidesaddle, which disappointed Lorena a little. She had discovered that she liked riding. She would have been happy to ride on to San Francisco, but Tinkersley had no interest in that. Clean and tall and pretty as he was, he turned out, in the end, to be no better bargain than Mosby. If he had a soft spot, it was for himself, not for her. He even spent money getting his fingernails cut, which was something Lorena had never dreamed a man would do. For all that, he was a hard man. Fighting with Mosby had been like fighting with a little boy, whereas the first time she talked back to Tinkersley he hit her so hard her head cracked a washpot on the bureau behind her. Her ears rang for three days. He threatened to do worse than that, too, and Lorena didn’t suppose they were idle threats. She held her tongue around Tinkersley from then on. He made it clear that marriage wasn’t what he had had in mind when he took her away from Mosby, which was all right in itself, since she had already got out of the habit of thinking about marriage.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Call angled west of the town, toward a crossing on the river that had once been favored by the Comanches in the days when they had the leisure to raid into Mexico. It was near a salt lick. He had formed the habit of walking up to the crossing almost every night, to sit for a while on a little bluff, just watching. If the moon was high enough to cast a shadow, he sheltered beside a clump of chaparral. If the Comanches ever came again, it stood to reason they would make for their old crossing, but Call knew well enough that the Comanches weren’t going to come again. They were all but whipped, hardly enough warriors left free to terrorize the upper Brazos, much less the Rio Grande.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“You was born in Scotland,” Augustus reminded him. “I know they brought you over when you was still draggin’ on the tit, but that don’t make you no less a Scot.” Call didn’t reply. Newt looked up and saw him standing at the door, his hat on and his Henry in the crook of his arm. A couple of big moths flew past his head, drawn to the light of the kerosene lamp on the table. With nothing more said, the Captain went out the door.CALL WALKED THE RIVER for an hour, though he knew there was no real need. It was just an old habit he had, left over from wilder times: checking, looking for sign of one kind or another, honing his instincts, as much as anything. In his years as a Ranger captain it had been his habit to get off by himself for a time, every night, out of camp and away from whatever talking and bickering were going on. He had discovered early on that his instincts needed privacy in which to operate. Sitting around a fire being sociable, yawning and yarning, might be fine in safe country, but it could cost you an edge in country that wasn’t so safe. He liked to get off by himself, a mile or so from camp, and listen to the country, not the men.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I don’t know where you keep finding these Mexican strawberries,” he said, referring to the beans. Bolivar managed to find them three hundred and sixty-five days a year, mixing them with so many red chilies that a spoonful of beans was more or less as hot as a spoonful of red ants. Newt had come to think that only two things were certain if you worked for the Hat Creek Cattle Company. One was that Captain Call would think of more things to do than he and Pea Eye and Deets could get done, and the other was that beans would be available at all meals. The only man in the outfit who didn’t fart frequently was old Bolivar himself—he never touched beans and lived mainly on sourdough biscuits and chickory coffee, or rather cups of brown sugar with little puddles of coffee floating on top. Sugar cost money, too, and it irked the Captain to spend it, but Bolivar could not be made to break a habit. Augustus claimed the old man’s droppings were so sugary that the blue shoat had taken to stalking him every time he went to shit, which might have been true. Newt had all he could do to keep clear of the shoat, and his own droppings were mostly bean.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
I read that the American video game habit annually consumes as much power as the entire city of San Diego.
>> 180°以南 180° South (2010) Movie Script
48 INT. CORRIDOR, BUCKINGHAM PALACE - CONTINUOUS 48 David has a habit of constantly fingering his tie.
>> 国王的演讲 The King's Speech Movie Script
Human beings have a tragic habit of remembering the things that would be smart to forget and forgetting the wonderful things it would be wise to remember.
人类有一个悲剧性的习惯，那就是记住应该忘掉的事，忘记那些应该记住的事情。
>> 2023-12 Pasta Problem
I ain't in the habit of paying off cheaters.
>> 豪勇七蛟龙 The Magnificent Seven Movie Script
Thinking is something to get into the habit of making use of as often as possibIe.
>> 伏魔神剑Camelot Movie Script
I do drugs to support a robbery habit.
>> 极盗车神 Baby Driver Movie Script
You rob to support a drug habit.
>> 极盗车神 Baby Driver Movie Script
[DIALING] Don't make a habit of sitting there.
>> Free Willy: Escape from Pirate's Cove Movie Script
Spend more money on the bugger's fish habit than I do on my own groceries.
>> Free Willy: Escape from Pirate's Cove Movie Script
They have a habit of becoming real.
>> 战争之王 Lord Of War Movie Script
I guess the habit stuck.
>> 恋恋书中人Ruby Sparks Movie Script
You have a habit of deviating from standard combat techniques.
>> Pacific Rim 环太平洋 Movie Script
POLICE SIREN:
Robbie! Rob! What are you going to do, mate? What you never did - go to Ireland, me and Elliot. - Give him what I never had. - What's the odds of you letting me come too? - Bet you've never even been to Killarney. - Yes, I have! Once. That bit was true. When I was about five. Yeah, I never wanted to come home. The only time I ever saw me mum and dad happy together. And then...we came home. Back to normal. What was? Me dad coming home bladdered every night and battering me mum. I asked you if you were like him. You never answered. You are. He drank. You gambled. Same thing. You both hurt people. - Rob... - And who was that woman in t'graveyard? - Me mum. Your nan. - I thought she was dead. Why'd you lie? - Look, Rob, we're getting soaked here, mate. - Why? - Come on, mate, it's cold, we'll get soaked. - Why? - The baby'll get a cold! - Why?! - Why?! Why, why, why! F***ing hell! Cos I feel sh*t, OK? Happy now? I feel sh*t about me, about this f***ing habit. I left me mum when I was 16. I left her to me old fella, that was a shitheadwho beat the sh*t out of her and I did nothing! OK? I didn't go back until... ..we were in town and you were a little baby. Our Bernie said me dad's in the hozzy, got cancer and wants you to see him, say goodbye and all that. So I goes to the ward and there he is with all the tubes and me mum sitting there holding his hand and that. F***ing hell! She done herself up, you know what I mean? All lovely for him. Then what? Nothing. I did nothing. Like I've always done nothing. - POLICE SIREN - I just walked. Robbie! What are you doing, mate? What are you doing, Rob, with the baby? Robbie! He's my son. They're not having him. I'm his dad. Don't be silly. What'll you do? Jump? You can't jump! Armed police! Step away from the edge! Why? Thinking about yourself again? Everyone's going to blame you, eh? If anyone's to jump, it should be me. Go on, then. Do it.
>> A Boy Called Dad Movie Script