●首页 ● 加入收藏 ● 网站地图 ● 热点专题 ● 网站搜索 [RSS订阅] [WAP访问]  
语言选择:
英语联盟 | www.enun.cn
英语学习 | 英语阅读 | 英语写作 | 英语听力 | 英语语法 | 综合口语 | 考试大全 | 英语四六 | 英语课堂 | 广播英语 | 行业英语 | 出国留学
品牌英语 | 实用英语 | 英文歌曲 | 影视英语 | 幽默笑话 | 英语游戏 | 儿童英语 | 英语翻译 | 英语讲演 | 求职简历 | 奥运英语 | 英文祝福
背景:#EDF0F5 #FAFBE6 #FFF2E2 #FDE6E0 #F3FFE1 #DAFAF3 #EAEAEF 默认  
阅读内容

A Turn of the Card

[日期:2007-05-05]   [字体:大 中 小]

 On Saturday afternoons, when I was about ten, my father often took me to a tiny sandwich shop in downtown Philadelphia, where he played gin rummy1 for money in a rear booth with dangerous-looking men.  They puffed continually on cigarettes and filled the air, already heavy with the odor of grilled meat and onions, with a sapphire haze.

       While they played cards, I killed time playing a pinball machine2 that glowed in a dark corner.  The machine mimicked bingo3, and if you won a certain number of games, the owner paid you for them.  This was back in the ‘60s and we were living on public assistance, so once, when I won four dollars, the thrill permeated4 my being.

       I didn’t fully realize it at the time, but my father was a compulsive5 gambler—craps6, horses and cards.  At times I did see the effects of his addiction7.  Household items would disappear, pawned8 to get a stake9 or to pay debts.  And I felt it in the tension between him and my mother.

       Apart from my pinball days, I did not gamble until I was about 30 and casinos10 came to Atlantic City—not far from my home in Philadelphia.

       That first time, I went to play the slots11 just for fun.  But when three flaming sevens came up and the machine spewed out 500 quarters12, I stood wide-eyed, my heart in a gallop.  The attraction was elemental—something deep in my blood, like love or fever.

       I had a woodworking business then and didn’t make a lot of money, but I found myself visiting the casinos more and more often.  I gave up slot machines for cards.  Blackjack13 was my game, and if I was winning, I’d stay at a table all night.

       Early one morning I found myself sitting with $3200 in chips14 piled in front of me.  Though my eyes felt gluey and my teeth coated, I’d played nonstop, chasing my need for “action” or “juice” — the euphoric sensation that came with a big night.

       Occasionally I won lesser amounts, but losses were the norm.  After a while I was afraid to add it up—I knew it was thousands.  Still, I craved the bright overhead lights, the smooth GREen felt and the steady fall of the cards.  And so I kept going back to the tables to feed my secret hunger.

       I never felt that I had a “problem.”  I was not one of those people.  I had money in the bank.  I hadn’t pawned my machinery.  And my wife didn’t know the depth of my habit.

       One night in early winter 1994, I brought $1000 with me to Atlantic City and, over the course of two hours, lost it all.  I had dropped that much before, but usually it had taken longer.  Now I felt nauseated, agitated by the idle chatter, headachy from the smoke.

       Still, I went to an ATM15 and got another $1000.  Then I went to a $100 minimum table and sat down, determined to win back all my money—the blood pounding in my head.

       I lost eight straight hands16.  In a daze I somehow managed to push myself away from the table and headed to the nearest exit, an ugly anger building in my stomach.  Half-blind, I collided with a woman and knocked a bucket of quarters from her hands—they poured onto the carpeted floor in a metallic splash.  I did not stop, did not apologize.

       Out in the parking lot, I leaned my head against the cool steel of my car.  Then I started to kick it.  Again and again.

       Finally I got in and began driving home to Philadelphia.  As I went slipping down the cold, quiet streets at 4 a.m., past houses brightly decorated for Christmas, long-suppressed memories began flowing back to me.

       I was lying on an old battered sofa.  On the other side of our small living room, pushed into a corner, was a Christmas tree.  All of a sudden the front door was flung open and my father stumbled through, knocking over the tree.

       Somehow I knew what had happened—he had lost big money.  He began yelling in a rage17 at his luck, his stupidity, fate and the cards.  He kicked the tree and began to trample the presents.  And then he collapsed into a chair and sobbed.

       We all have obsessions and compulsions18, and I can’t pretend to know exactly what demons assailed my father, but I now fully understood which ones were driving me.

       As I pulled up to my house and parked my car, tears welled up in my eyes19.  I didn’t want my loved ones to experience the shame, disappointment and guilt that I had.  Nor did I ever again want to feel the misery I felt now.

       At that moment I made a bet with myself: You’ll never be able to stay away from the tables.  It was an audacious wager against my better nature—a kind of inverted vow.  One I found that I had to make again each morning.  But thank God it’s a bet I have “lost” for some 2600 sunrises.

 

From Reader’s Digest, December 2001

 

Notes:

1. 金罗美牌戏(一种较简单的牌戏,以得同色花10张牌为胜,全手牌少于10点时可摊牌叫停);

2. 弹球机,弹子机;

3. 宾戈游戏(一种彩票式的游戏,玩者使用一张有数字的牌,把开叫的号码记录在牌上。若牌上所有号码被开叫便可获胜。);

4. 弥漫,渗透;

5. 不能自拔的;

6. 双骰子赌博的游戏;

7. 癖好,做某事或对某物已上瘾;

8. 典当,抵押;

9. 赌金;

10. 夜总会,赌场;

11. 玩老虎机(投硬币式的赌法);

12. 两角五分的硬币;

13. 二十一点牌(一种坐庄牌戏,玩者力争取得21点总牌点,或比发牌人更接近21点,但不能超过);

14. (用于纸牌或赌博中的)圆形筹码;

15. 动取款机(Automated Teller Machine);

16. 八手牌;

17. 怒气冲天;

18. 无法摆脱的意念和冲动;

19. 眼泪夺眶而出

   免责声明:本站信息仅供参考,版权和著作权归原作者所有! 如果您(作者)发现侵犯您的权益,请与我们联系:QQ-50662607,本站将立即删除!
 
阅读: 次

【 推荐 】 【 打印 】
相关新闻      
本文评论       全部评论
发表评论

点评: 字数
姓名:
内容查询

热门专题
 图片新闻