03 The Secret Poet

Chapter 3 The Secret Poet The bearded man smiled at Annie. My name is Plato, he said. Plato? said Jack. That name sounded familiar. You may have heard of me. The man said, I am a philosopher. What's that mean? said Annie. A lover of wisdom, said Plato. Wow! said Annie. Plato smiled at her.

第三章 神秘诗人 大胡子男人冲着安妮笑了笑。 “我叫柏拉图。”他说。 “柏拉图？”杰克说。 这个名字听起来好耳熟。 “你们可能听说过我。” 男人接着说：“我是一名哲学家。” “那是什么意思呀？”安妮问。 “就是热爱智慧的人。”柏拉图回答。 “哇！”安妮惊叹道。 柏拉图冲她笑了笑。

It's odd to see a girl walking so bravely through Olympia. He said you must be from far away Where Jack and Annie said Annie and we come from Frog Creek, Pennsylvania. It's very far away Plato looked puzzled Annie turned to Jack. I think we should show him our cards She said in a low voice. He's a lover of wisdom Jack nodded he reached into his bag and took out the secret library cards He showed them to Plato The letters M and L that stood for master librarian glittered on the cards Amazing said Plato. I've never met such young master librarians. Why have you come to Olympia?

“很少见到女孩子敢这么大大方方在奥林匹亚走路，”他说，“你们肯定是从很远的地方来的吧。” “我们来自宾夕法尼亚州的青蛙溪，”安妮抢在杰克前面回答，“那儿离这儿特别远。” 柏拉图看起来有点困惑，安妮转头对杰克说：“我觉得我们应该把卡片给他看看。” 她压低声音补充道：“他可是热爱智慧的人呀。” 杰克点点头，把手伸进包里，掏出了那张秘密图书馆卡。 他把卡片递给柏拉图看。 卡片上代表“图书馆馆长”的字母M和L闪闪发光。 “太神奇了！”柏拉图说，“我从来没见过这么年轻的图书馆馆长，你们来奥林匹亚做什么呀？”

Jack pulled out the piece of paper with the title of the story. We're looking for this story, he said. Oh, yes, said Plato softly. This was written by a brilliant poet, a friend of mine, in fact. Do you know where the poet lives? asked Jack. Very near here, said Plato. Will you take us there? asked Annie. Yes, but I must warn you, never tell anyone who the poet is, said Plato. It's a secret. We won't, whispered Annie. Plato led them away from the outdoor theater.

杰克掏出那张写着故事标题的纸条。 “我们在找这个故事。”他说。 “哦，这样啊。”柏拉图轻声说。 “这个故事是一位非常厉害的诗人写的，说起来，他还是我的朋友呢。” “你知道这位诗人住在哪里吗？”杰克问。 “离这儿特别近。”柏拉图说。 “你能带我们去找他吗？”安妮问。 “可以，但我得先提醒你们，绝对不能告诉任何人这位诗人的身份，” 柏拉图补充道。 “这是个秘密。” “我们不会说出去的。”安妮小声答应。 柏拉图领着他们离开了露天剧场。

They started down a dirt road. It was crowded with people heading to the games. Plato stopped at the door of a sand -colored house with a brick roof. He opened the door and led Jack and Annie into an empty courtyard. Wait here, he said. He disappeared through a doorway. Jack and Annie looked around. Rooms opened onto the sunny courtyard. Everything was quiet. The people who live here must have gone to the games, said Annie. I bet you're right, said Jack. He pulled out the Greek book and found a picture of a house. He read aloud. Men and women lived in separate parts of a Greek house. Women spent

他们沿着一条土路往前走，路上挤满了去看比赛的人。 柏拉图在一座沙色墙面、砖铺屋顶的房子门口停了下来。 他推开门，领着杰克和安妮走进一个空荡荡的院子。 “在这儿等着。”他说完，就穿过一道门消失了。 杰克和安妮四下张望，阳光洒满了院子，周围的房门都朝着院子开，四下里静悄悄的。 “住在这里的人肯定都去看比赛了。”安妮说。 “我觉得你说得对。”杰克说，他掏出那本关于希腊的书，翻到一张房子的图片。 他大声念道：“古希腊房子里，男人和女人住在不同的区域。女人大多会”

most of their time spinning and weaving and taking care of the kitchen. Boys were sent away to school when they were seven. Girls were not allowed to go to school. Girls can't go to school? said Annie. How do they learn to read and write? At that moment Plato returned. With him was a young woman dressed in a long tunic with a colored border. She was holding a scroll. Annie smiled a big smile. Finally, she said, another girl. Jack and Annie meet our secret poet, said Plato.

把时间花在纺纱、织布和打理厨房上。 男孩子长到七岁就会被送去上学。 女孩子是不允许上学的。 “女孩子不能上学？”安妮惊讶地问。 “那她们怎么学读书写字呀？” 就在这时，柏拉图回来了。 跟他一起的是一位年轻女子，穿着带彩色镶边的长款束腰外衣。 她手里拿着一卷书卷。 安妮咧开嘴开心地笑了。 “太好了，”她说，“终于见到另一个女孩子啦。” “杰克、安妮，来认识一下我们的神秘诗人。”柏拉图说。