Nine months ago, at the age of 63, I rented a cello[23].
I’ve always wanted to play the cello. My teacher, Rosemary, is a vivace[24] kind of girl. She has yellow sunflowers on her curtains. She takes kickboxing[25] lessons and I’ve never seen her blow her nose with a lace hanky. She owns no evil wooden stick with which to knock my fingers into place. She tells me that if I keep at it the sound of honking Canada geese from my strings will soon sound like larks ascending.[26] She knows I’m not too old to love happy-face stickers[27]. She never wears brown.
My fingers speed through the exercises in the minor keys that sound sad and haunting and Russian.[28]
“Slow down,” she whispers. But slowing down is not an option. She doesn’t know how long I’ve waited.
I knew, even at 8, that there had to be a better way. It just took me a while to find it.
Vocabulary
1. drag: 拖,拽;reluctant: 不情愿的,勉强的。
2. trudging: 步履艰难的;doom:(不可避免的)厄运,劫数;await: 将发生,将降临到(某人身上)。
3. sameness: 千篇一律,单调。
4. chignon:(女人的)发髻;taut: 拉紧的,绷紧的。
5. gloom: 黑暗,阴暗;wooden peg: 木制衣钉。
6. usher: 引,领;wordlessly: 默默无言地。
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