gossip girl 3 英文- 第7部分

Latin　and　inspector　of　the　evidence　of　history。　He　was　tall；　thin　and　had　a　mustache　who　was　

always　exactly　the　same　size　so　that　all　the　girls　of　Constance　were　convinced　that　it　was　

false。　
…　What？　…　Serena　said；　functioning。　She　knew　that　was　divagando；　but　could　not　be　in　trouble　

for　it　is　written　evidence　could？　…　I　did　something　wrong？　
Then　she　realized　that　Mr。　Hanson　had　a　smile　beneath　the　mustache。　
He　put　a　copy　of　the　Post　in　her　hands。　I　turned　on　page　six；　the　gossip　page　of　the　

celebrities；　where　there　was　a　huge　picture　of　Serena　and　Flow　entering　a　taxi　after　leaving　

Gorgona　on　Saturday　night。　
…　Sorry　to　interrupt；　but　I　realized　that　you　were　finishing　the　race　and　I　was　wondering　if　

it　would　be　possible　to　ask　for　autograph　Flow　this　…　he　whispered。　…　I　am　a　big　fan　of　him。　

It　would　be　great　if　you　autograph。　
Serena　blinked。　First；　she　did　not　even　know　that　Mr。　Hanson　was　cool　enough　to　know　who　was　

Flow。　Second；　she　did　not　intend　to　ask　nothing　to　Flow。　And　third　…　If　ligaaaa！　She　was　

nowhere　near　finishing　the　race！　
…　The　Flow　is　in　Baja　…　she　whispered　back。　…　OK　if　I　only　autograph？　…　She　gave　a　look　at　

the　room；　embarrassed。　Most　of　the　other　girls　had　stopped　writing　and　was　looking　for　her　

and　for　Mr。　Hanson　or　talking。　
…　I　knew　that　Serena　and　Flow　are　engaged　…　Nicki　Burton　said　the　friend　Alicia　Edwards。　…　

They　will　be　married　on　the　eve　of　New　Year…in　Vegas。　In　the　Bellagio。　
…　The　Post　said　they　met　in　the　Black…and…White　on　Saturday　…　Isabel　Coates　said　the　Kati　

Farkas。　…　But　it　is　not　quite　true。　
…　They　met　in　the　recovery　last　year；　right？　…　Kati　said。　…　Flow　was　recovering；　so　kind；　a　

dozen　times。　But　it　also。　
Serena　signed　his　name　and　returned　the　paper　to　Mr。　Hanson；　hoping　that　he　would　not　give　

him　a　bad　note　in　Latin；　now　that　she　does　not　pegara　autograph　of　the　Flow。　
…　Thanks　…　he　whispered；　looking　to　sign　it。　He　smiled　all　excited。　…　I　am　sure　it　will　

worth　a　fortune　one　day！　
…　Sure　…　Serena　said；　being　lenient　with　him。　The　buzz　in　the　room　was　getting　louder。　
…　Very　good；　girls。　Back　to　work　…　roughly　shouted　Mr。　Hanson　returned　to　his　desk　while　in　

front　of　the　room。　
Serena　looked　at　the　evidence　again。　When　the　American　forces　entered　the　Second　World　War　

and　why？　
But　before　he　could　begin　to　respond；　came　a　swarm　of　dozens　of　members　of　the　class；　all　

holding　copies　of　the　Post　for　her　autograph。　Mr。　Hanson　could　not　tell　them　to　stop　when　he　

was　himself　who　started　everything。　
…　Very　well　…　he　said；　ignoring　the　pleading　eyes　of　Serena。　…　I　will　give　the　five　minutes　

all　the　more　in　our　evidence。　Five　minutes；　then　I　want　to　return　to　their　portfolios。　
…　First　I！　…　Rain　Hoffstetter　shouted；　extending　his　copy　of　the　Post　for　Serena。　
…　No；　me！　…　It　was　the　turn　of　Laura　Salmon　shouting；　pushing　Rain　to　the　side。　
Serena　laughed　to　herself　in　amazement。　When　he　returned　to　school　two　months　before；　was　

considered　a　leper。　And　now　everyone　wanted　his　autograph。　
She　hesitated；　the　pen　placed　on　top　of　the　photo　copy　of　Laura。　Then　she　wrote　in　her　

typical　letter　full　of　turns：　For　you　who　love　me；　Serena。　
sex；　love　and　Frankenstein　

Proof　of　English　learners　in　the　Riverside　Prep　was　notoriously　long　and　difficult；　but　Dan　

was　not　worried。　I　had　read　of　Frankenstein　Mary　Shelley　twice　and　save　the　majority　of　

Keats's　poems　in　his　memory　anthological。　Moreover；　sleeping　until　he　could　write　a　test　of　

English　for　a　decent　A。　
After　building　a　Rouxinol''Ode''as　pletely　as　could；　he　turned　the　blue　book　of　evidence　

and　started　writing　a　new　poem　that　was　espetava　that　turn　into　something　that　could　send　

the　proposal　to　the　university。　Dan　in　general　never　wrote　anything　that　was　not　full　of　

poems　of　love　angútia。　This　is　called''For　Vanessa　'Paper　Cuts　
Lemons　thrown　
Salt　water　in　my　eyes　


He　was　experiencing　a　new　form　of　free　verse　and　was　not　sure　were　some　great　lines。　

His　face　
A　voice　
You　softens　my　edges　
And　my　engine　lubricates　
Lubricates　my　engine？　No；　that　seemed　too　much　sex　and　he　did　not　want　to　give　Vanessa　no　

idea　where　to　generally　show　the　poem　to　her。　What　he　meant　was　that　she　inspired。　Dan　

looked　at　the　words　and　tried　to　think　of　a　better　way　to　say　it。　Then　he　pulled　the　sheet　

of　paper　from　a　notebook　and　amassou　ball。　Why　could　not　write　anything　good？　
Dan　felt　that　the　observed　someone　and　looked　to　the　left；　where　Chuck　Bass；　one　of　the　

biggest　assholes　of　his　class；　was　sitting。　In　the　fifth　series；　Chuck　was　one　of　the　lowest　

in　the　boys　class。　Wore　glasses　with　rims　of　horn　and　brown　suits　of　velvet　and　it　had　

seemed　to　go　to　the　bathroom　all　the　time。　He　and　Dan　have　done　together　in　fifth　grade　

English　teacher　and　the　two　asked　in　class；　to　write　a　poem　about　a　part　of　the　body。　Chuck　

had　a　dreadful　creative　writing　and　passed　a　note　to　Dan　Dan　begging　to　write　a　poem　for　

him。　Writing　was　easy　for　Dan；　he　said　the　first　thing　that　came　to　mind；　a　poem　on　his　

hands　and　all　that　they　did　it　for　a　day。　He　gave　the　poem　to　Chuck；　so　he　copy；　and　then　

prepared　another　poem　about　his　own　mouth　that　had　n？ao　nor　the　quality　of　the　first　half。　

Chuck　took　the　poem　A　＋　with　the　hands　and　received　a　note　from　the　teacher　saying；　See　Q　ue　

can　do　when　focused？　While　Dan　achieved　a　B　in　the　poem　of　the　mouth　and　a　note　that　said　

the　teacher；　I　know　you　can　do　better。　
In　the　beginning；　Dan　does　not　matter。　At　least　he　had　helped　a　boy　who　seemed　really　need　

help。　But　a　year　later　Chuck　was　45　centimeters　high；　began　to　shave　and　use　the　ring　pink　

monogram　and　navy　blue　scarf；　and　has　bee　a　real　jerk；　especially　when　it　came　to　girls。　

He　was　trying　to　hurt　the　sister　of　Dan；　Jenny；　in　a　bathroom　at　a　party　booked　in　the　month　

passado。Dan　left　very　clear　that　Chuck　mortally　hated；　but　this　did　not　matter。　From　time　to　

time　he　also　asked　to　Dan　to　help　you　in　English；　and　Dan　would　say　it　a''fuck　you''again。　
Now　that　Chuck　was　looking　for　the　blue　book　of　Dan；　trying　to　read　the　test　on　his''Ode　to　

a　Rouxinou''；　Dan　became　a　blank　page　and　said；　can　read　this；　asshole？　Fuck　you！　in　huge　

black　letters。　Chuck　espiou　the　blue　book　of　Dan　and　then　looked　at　cimea　and　showed　the　

middle　finger　to　Dan　
NO；　fuck　YOU！；　Said　Dan　and　underlined　twice。　
Before　moving　to　the　next　question；　Dan　releu　some　of　verss''Ode　to　a　Rouxinol''in　its　

evidence。　

Secretly　listen；　and　for　a　long　time　
I　was　fascinated　by　the　way　light　of　Death。　
It　was　the　perfect　beginning　of　a　poem　to　Vanessa。　It　was　his　secret。　And　that　was　true；　Dan　

was　half　in　love　with　death；　the　way　they　made　a　chimney　smoked；　rarely　ate　and　drank　

buckets　of　coffee。　Vanessa　is　the　left。　She　kept　the　alive。　
Dan　picked　up　the　pen　again　and　tried　to　think　of　a　more　poetic　sucista　to　write　the　same　

thing　as　Keats　had　written；　but　different。　But　even　if　working　a　lot；　he　could　not　think　of　

another　way　of　saying　the　same　cosia　that　was　at　least　nice。　Instead；　he　read　the　next　issue　

of　proof。　
We　discussed　in　class　the　various　meanings　of　the　symbolic　creature　similar　to　humans　

Frankster　of　Mary　Shelley。　But　what　Frankster　mean　to　you？　
Dan　looked　at　the　plate　Output　in　bright　red　on　the　door　of　the　gym；　thinking。　He　always　

felt　very　scary　Frankster；　ms　also　very　beautiful　in　some　way。　Frankenstein　did　not　want　to　

hurt　anyone；　but　could　not　avoid　…　was　a　monster。　In　a　way；　was　as　the　love　and　wonderful　

horrible；　terrifying　and　liberating；　creepy　and　sad；　all　at　the　same　time。　
Tremendous　creative　energy；　Dan　pa'gina　turned　the　blank　on　the　back　of　a　sheet　of　blue　book　

and　wrote　to　Vanessa　again　on　top　of　the　page。　Then　wrote　the　first　verse：　You're　my　

Frankenstein。　
Oh；　well。　Want　to　know　how　was　the　second　verse？　

Vanessa　was　sitting　in　the　back　of　the　auditorium　of　Constance　Billard　School　doing　the　same　

proof　of　history　of　Serena。　
We　discussed　in　class　the　various　meanings　of　the　symbolic　creature　similar　to　humans　

Frankster　of　Mary　Shelley。　But　what　Frankster　mean　to　you？　
Dan　looked　at　the　plate　Output　in　bright　red　on　the　door　of　the　gym；　thinking。　He　always　

felt　very　scary　Frankster；　ms　also　very　beautiful　in　some　way。　Frankenstein　did　not　want　to　

hurt　anyone；　but　could　not　avoid　…　was　a　monster。　In　a　way；　was　as　the　love　and　wonderful　

horrible；　terrifying　and　liberating；　creepy　and　sad；　all　at　the　same　time。　
Tremendous　creative　energy；　Dan　pa'gina　turned　the　blank　on　the　back　of　a　sheet　of　blue　book　

and　wrote　to　Vanessa　again　on　top　of　the　page。　Then　wrote　the　first　verse：　You're　my　

Frankenstein。　
Oh；　well。　Want　to　know　how　was　the　second　verse？　
Vanessa　was　sitting　in　the　back　of　the　auditorium　of　Constance　Billard　School　doing　the　same　

proof　of　history　of　Serena。　He　had　finished　the　race　45　minutes　earlier　and　now。　while　

plugged　Members　of　the　class　were　still　around　Serena　workers　as　bees　around　the　queen　just　

because　Serena　had　been　photographed　with　that　tasteless　and　illiterate　musical　singer　of　a　

band　of　the　weekend；　Vanessa　was　tracing　the　route　of　a　movie　about　the　city　that　she　hoped　

to　deliver　University　of　New　York　as　part　of　its　proposal。　Fuck　the　Page　Six。　Would　document　

the　real　life　that　rolava　in　the　city；　the　really　interesting　things　that　happen　right　under　

the　nose　of　people　while　they　are　occupied　by　reading　the　Page　Six。Primeiro；　she　wanted　to　

wake　before　dawn　and　shot　the　fishermen　ing　to　the　port　to　deliver　the　fish　the　FIDH　

Fulton　Market。　The　smell　of　fish　on　sick　leave；　but　one　thing　was　perfect：　it　could　follow　

the　journey　of　a　fish　from　the　boat　to　the　market；　which　would　be　sold　by　type　so；　65　cents　

per　kilo；　and　some　of　the　uptown　restaurant　where　he　would　be　served　encrusted　of　pistachio　

with　red　potatoes　and　wild　mushroom　butter　from　the　dish　for　　29。　An　anorexic　twice　

divorced　from　Park　Avenue　to　ask；　would　give　only　a　few　nibble　and　then　the　rest　of　the　dish　

would　be　thrown　away。
It　was　exactly　the　kind　of　irony　that　Vanessa　loved：　a　bittersweet　irony。　She　was　

pessimistic　and　Dan　was　a　romantic；　and　she　could　not　understand　why　Dan　had　spun　so　

disturbed　with　sex。　For　her；　the　more　Dan　and　the　more　he　hoped　the　oversized　sex；　writing　

poems　about　it　and　losing　sleep　for　concern；　most　were　for　the　disappointment。　But　she　could　

not　find　a　delicate　way　to　do　it　see　it　unless　it　and　tie　up　his　clothes　off。　What　it　is　bad　

idea。　
Vanessa　smiled　to　herself　and　the　thoughts　turned　to　film。　
After　the　fish　market　she　wanted　to　spend　the　day　with　one　of　those　strips　that　ciclicstas　

always　cycling　in　pairs　by　the　Central　Park　and　that　never　seemed　to　connect　all　the　boys　in　

Sheep　Meadow　were　doid？es　and　beer　bebessem　age　without　having　to　do　it。　What　she　wanted　was　

discovered　was　that　they　already　arrested　someone；　or　if　you　were　trying　to　tone　up　the　

muscles　of　the　legs　with　all　those　headed。　Indeed；　the　police　department　that　she　probably　

would　not　film　the　police　on　a　bicycle　without　any　permission；　but　was　not　a　bad　idea　at　

all。　
Finally；　she　wanted