📄 Mon 11.03.25 - Making Inferences

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in·fer·ence /ˈinf(ə)rəns/ noun a conclusion reached on the basis of evidence and reasoning. "researchers are entrusted with drawing inferences from the data" Similar: deduction conclusion reasoning conjecture

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推论 (或 推断) 名词 基于证据和推理得出的结论。 “研究人员负责从数据中得出推论。” 近义词：演绎、结论、推理、推测

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Abandoned Farmhouse BY TED KOOSER He was a big man, says the size of his shoes on a pile of broken dishes by the house; a tall man too, says the length of the bed in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man, says the Bible with a broken back on the floor below the window, dusty with sun; but not a man for farming, say the fields cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn. A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves covered with oilcloth, and they had a child, says the sandbox made from a tractor tire. Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole. And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames. It was lonely here, says the narrow country road. Something went wrong, says the empty house in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste. And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard like branches after a storm--a rubber cow, a rusty tractor with a broken plow, a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.

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废弃的农舍 泰德·库泽 著 他是个大个子，房子旁碎碗堆上的鞋子尺码这样说； 也是个高个子，楼上房间里床的长度这样说； 还是个善良、敬畏上帝的人， 窗下地板上那本脊背断裂、阳光蒙尘的圣经这样说； 但不是个种田人，乱石遍布的田地和漏雨的谷仓这样说。 一个女人和他住在一起，贴着丁香花壁纸的卧室墙壁和 铺着油布的厨房架子这样说， 他们有个孩子，拖拉机轮胎做的沙坑这样说。 钱很紧缺，地窖里封存的李子酱和番茄罐头这样说。 冬天很冷，窗框里的破布这样说。 这里很寂寞，狭窄的乡间小路这样说。 出了什么问题，杂草丛生的院子里那空荡荡的房子这样说。 田地里的石头说他不是个农民； 地窖里仍旧密封的罐头说她走得匆忙而紧张。 孩子呢？它的玩具散落在院子里， 像暴风雨后的树枝——一头橡皮奶牛， 一辆带着断裂的犁的生锈拖拉机， 一个穿着工装裤的洋娃娃。出了什么问题，它们这样说。

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Odes to Animals – ALTERNATES I The Theodore Roethke By day the ______ is cousin to the mouse. He likes the attic of an aging house. His fingers make a hat about his head. His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead. He loops in crazy figures half the night Among the trees that face the corner light. But when he brushes up against a screen, We are afraid of what our eyes have seen: For something is amiss or out of place When mice with wings can wear a human face. by Kay Ryan Who would be a ______ who could help it? A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet, She can ill afford the chances she must take In rowing toward the grasses that she eats. Her track is graceless, like dragging A packing-case places, and almost any slope Defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical, She's often stuck up to the axle on her way To something edible. With everything optimal, She skirts the ditch which would convert Her shell into a serving dish. She lives Below luck-level, never imagining some lottery Will change her load of pottery to wings. Her only levity is patience, The sport of truly chastened things. by David Campbell ______s are blood relations They doze on the white ceiling Like the children upstairs While we wake below We are their livelihood They wish us no harm Stealing through windows With their fine instruments And teething drone There they say you hardly felt it And they work like surgeons While we stir in sleep Tapping veins adjusting The flow; dim Figures at work; murmuring Creatures of the subconscious Extinct cloaked vampires Spirits hooked on blood Live scarlet drops Hanging like fruit bats From the ceiling—our babies Our own flesh and blood Loving us and jealous Mmmmmm they cry at dusk They are helpless without us. The ______ by Oliver Herford My child, the ______ A sad example sets for us: From him we learn how Indecision Of character provokes Derision. This vacillating Thing, you see, Could not decide which he would be, Fish, Flesh, or Fowl, and chose all three. The scientists were sorely vexed To classify him; so perplexed Their brains, that they, with Rage at bay, Called him a horrid name one day,-- A name that baffles, frights and shocks us, Ornithorhynchus Paradoxus.

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动物颂歌 – 备选一 **蝙蝠** 西奥多·罗特克 著 白天，**蝙蝠**是老鼠的表亲。 他喜欢老房子的阁楼。 他的指头在头上围成一顶帽子。 他的脉搏如此缓慢，我们以为他死了。 他整夜在树林间疯狂盘旋， 面对着街角的灯光。 但当他擦过纱窗， 我们害怕我们所见： 因为当长着翅膀的老鼠 能戴上人脸时，必有蹊跷或不妥。 凯·瑞安 著 谁会愿意做一只**乌龟**，如果能选择？ 一个几乎不动弹的硬面包卷，一顶四桨的头盔， 她难以承受必须冒的风险， 划向她要吃的青草。 她的步履笨拙，像拖着 一个箱子到处走，几乎任何斜坡 都能挫败她微薄的希望。即使很实际， 她也常在前往食物的路上， 被卡住直到“车轴”。即使一切顺利， 她也只能绕过那条沟渠， 那会把她的壳变成一道菜。她活在 运气水平之下，从不奢望某次抽奖 能把她沉重的陶器变成翅膀。 她唯一的轻盈是耐心， 那是真正受过磨砺之物的运动。 大卫·坎贝尔 著 **蚊子**是血亲 它们在洁白的天花板上打盹 像楼上的孩子 而我们在下面醒着 我们是它们的生计 它们无意伤害我们 带着它们精密的工具 和嗡嗡的磨牙声 悄悄穿过窗户 它们说你几乎没感觉到 它们像外科医生一样工作 当我们睡梦中翻身时 轻叩血管，调整 血流；昏暗中 工作的身影；低语着 潜意识的生物 披着斗篷的已灭绝的吸血鬼 嗜血的幽灵 鲜活的猩红血滴 像果蝠一样悬挂 在天花板上——我们的孩子 我们自己的骨肉 爱我们又嫉妒 嗯嗯嗯嗯它们在黄昏时哭泣 没有我们它们就无助。 **鸭嘴兽** 奥利弗·赫福德 著 我的孩子，**鸭嘴兽** 给我们树立了一个悲伤的榜样： 我们从他身上学到，性格的犹豫不决 如何招致嘲笑。 你看，这个摇摆不定的家伙， 无法决定他会是什么， 鱼、肉（哺乳动物）还是禽（鸟），结果三者兼选。 科学家们为给他分类而大伤脑筋； 他们的头脑如此困惑，以至于有一天， 他们怒不可遏，给他起了个可怕的名字—— 一个让我们困惑、惊吓和震惊的名字， Ornithorhynchus Paradoxus。