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内向者 外向者 喜欢独处 VS 拥有庞大的社交圈 避免成为关注的焦点 VS 享受成为关注的焦点 三思而后言 VS 倾向于边说边想 重视一对一的亲密关系 VS 喜欢身处大型群体中 需要独处时间来充电和反思 VS 从与他人相处中获得能量 喜欢在安静、独立的环境中工作 VS 在团队合作和开放的工作环境中表现出色 深入思考并专注于特定兴趣 VS 快速做决定 可能被视为内敛 VS 外向、热情、积极

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The Elevator by William Sleator It was an old building with an old elevator – a very small elevator, which could carry only three people. Martin, a thin twelve-year-old, felt nervous in it from the first day he and his father moved into the apartment. Of course he was always uncomfortable in elevators, afraid that they would fall, but this one was especially unpleasant. Perhaps this was because of the poor lighting and the dirty walls. Perhaps it was because of the door, which never stayed open long enough, and slammed shut with a loud clanging noise. Perhaps it was the way the elevator shuddered each time it left a floor, as if it was exhausted. Maybe it was simply too small. It seemed crowded even with only two people in it. The stairs were no better. Martin tried them one day after school. There were no windows, and the lights were not working. Martin’s footsteps echoed behind him on the cement, as though there was another person climbing, getting closer. By the time he reached his home on the seventeenth floor, he was gasping for breath. Martin’s father worked at home. He wanted to know why Martin was out of breath. “Why didn’t you take the elevator?” he asked, frowning at Martin. You’re not only skinny and weak and bad at sports, his face seemed to say, but you are also a coward. After that, Martin always took the elevator. He would have to get used to it, he told himself, just like he got used to being bullied at school. But he didn’t get used to it. He was always afraid that it would stop suddenly and he would be trapped inside it for hours by himself. But it wasn’t much better when there were other passengers. He didn’t like to be close to them. He also disliked the way people tried hard not to look at one another, staring at nothing. One morning the elevator stopped at the fourteenth floor, and a fat lady got on. She was wearing an old green coat that ballooned around her. As she waddled into the elevator, Martin was sure he felt it sink under her weight. She was so big that her coat brushed against him, and he had to squeeze himself into a corner. There was no room for anybody else. The door closed quickly behind her, and instead of facing it, she turned around and stared at Martin. He looked at her for a moment. She had large fleshy cheeks and no chin, just a huge mass of neck. Her blue eyes were tiny but sharp. They seemed to be boring into Martin’s face. Martin looked away, but the woman didn’t turn around. Was she still looking at him? He glanced at her quickly, then looked away again. She was still watching him. He wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to turn around and stare into the corner, but how could he? The elevator creaked down to twelve, then eleven. The piggy eyes were still looking at him. She had to be crazy. Why else would she stare at him like this? What was she going to do next? She did nothing. She only watched him, breathing loudly, until the elevator reached the first floor at last. Martin wanted to run past her to get out, but there was no room. He could only wait as she turned and moved slowly out into the lobby. Then he ran. He didn’t care what she thought. He ran nearly all the way to school. He thought about her all day. Did she live in the building? He had never seen her before, and the building was not very big. Maybe she was visiting somebody? But 7.30 in the morning was too early for visiting. Martin felt nervous when he got back to the building after school. But why should he be afraid of an old lady? He felt ashamed of himself. He pressed the button and stepped into the elevator, hoping that it would not stop, but it stopped on the third floor. Martin watched the door slide open, revealing a green coat, a piggish face and blue eyes which were already staring at him as if she knew he would be there.

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电梯 威廉·斯莱特 著 那是一栋老旧的建筑，配着一部老旧的电梯——一部非常小的电梯，只能载三个人。马丁，一个瘦小的十二岁男孩，从他和父亲搬进公寓的第一天起，就对它感到紧张。当然，他坐电梯总是感到不舒服，害怕它们会坠落，但这部电梯尤其令人不快。也许是因为光线昏暗，墙壁肮脏。也许是因为电梯门，它从不长时间开着，总是砰地一声巨响关上。也许是因为电梯每次离开一层楼都颤抖一下，仿佛精疲力尽。也许它就是太小了。即使只有两个人，也显得拥挤不堪。 楼梯也好不到哪里去。有一天放学后，马丁试着走了楼梯。没有窗户，灯也不亮。马丁的脚步声在水泥地上在他身后回响，仿佛有另一个人在爬楼，而且越来越近。等他爬到十七楼的家时，已经气喘吁吁了。 马丁的父亲在家工作。他想知道马丁为什么气喘吁吁。“你为什么不坐电梯？”他皱着眉问马丁。他的脸上似乎在说，你不仅又瘦又弱，体育也不好，还是个懦夫。从那以后，马丁总是坐电梯。他告诉自己，他必须习惯它，就像他习惯了在学校被欺负一样。 但他并没有习惯。他总是害怕电梯会突然停下来，他会独自被困在里面好几个小时。但有其他乘客时也好不到哪里去。他不喜欢和他们靠得太近。他也不喜欢人们努力避免眼神接触，茫然地盯着虚空的样子。 一天早上，电梯停在十四楼，一个胖女人走了进来。她穿着一件旧的绿色大衣，在她身上鼓鼓囊囊的。当她摇摇摆摆地走进电梯时，马丁确信他感觉到电梯在她的体重下沉了一下。她太大了，大衣擦到了他，他不得不把自己挤进一个角落。已经没有地方容纳其他人了。电梯门在她身后迅速关上，她没有面向电梯门，而是转过身来盯着马丁。 他看了她一会儿。她脸颊肥大，没有下巴，只有一大块脖子。她的蓝眼睛很小但很锐利。它们仿佛要钻进马丁的脸里。 马丁移开了视线，但那个女人没有转过身去。她还在看着他吗？他迅速瞥了她一眼，然后又移开了视线。她还在盯着他。他想闭上眼睛，他想转过身去盯着角落，但他怎么能呢？电梯吱呀作响地降到十二楼，然后是十一楼。那双猪一样的眼睛还在看着他。她一定是疯了。不然她为什么这样盯着他？她接下来会做什么？ 她什么也没做。她只是看着他，大声喘着气，直到电梯终于到达一楼。马丁想跑过她身边出去，但没有空间。他只能等着她转过身，慢慢地摇摇摆摆地走出大厅。然后他跑了。他不在乎她怎么想。他几乎一路跑到学校。 他一整天都在想她。她住在这栋楼里吗？他以前从未见过她，而且这栋楼也不是很大。也许她是来拜访某人的？但早上七点半来访也太早了。 放学后回到大楼时，马丁感到紧张。但他为什么要害怕一个老太太呢？他为自己感到羞耻。他按下按钮，走进电梯，希望它不要停，但它停在了三楼。马丁看着电梯门滑开，露出一件绿色大衣，一张猪一样的脸和一双蓝眼睛，它们已经盯着他，仿佛她知道他会在那里。

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It wasn't possible. It was like a nightmare. But there she was. "Going up!" said Martin, his voice little more than a squeak. She nodded, and stepped on. The door slammed. He watched her pudgy hand move towards the buttons. She pressed, not fourteen, but eighteen, the top floor. The elevator trembled and began to go up. The fat lady watched him. This morning she got on at the fourteenth floor, so why did she get on at the third floor today and go up to eighteen? The elevator seemed to be moving more slowly than usual. Martin wanted to press seven, so that he could get out and walk up the stairs, but he couldn't reach the buttons without touching her, and he didn't want to do that. When the elevator stopped on his floor, she hardly moved out of his way. He had to squeeze past her, rubbing against her horrible scratchy coat. He was afraid the door would close before he could get out. She turned and watched him as the door slammed shut. "Now she knows I live on seventeen," he thought. "Have you ever noticed a strange lady in the elevator?" he asked his father that evening. "Can't say I have," he replied, not looking away from the television. Martin knew he was probably making a mistake, but he had to tell somebody about the woman, "She was in the elevator with me twice today. She just kept staring at me. She never stopped looking at me for a minute." "What are you so worried about now?" his father said, turning impatiently away from the television. "What am I going to do with you, Martin? Honestly, now you're afraid of some poor old lady." "I'm not afraid." "You're afraid," said his father. When are you going to grow up and act like a man? Are you going to be timid all your life?" Martin didn't want to cry in front of his father, so he waited until he got to his room. His father probably knew he was crying anyway. He slept very little. In the morning, when the elevator door opened, the fat lady was waiting for him. Martin stood there, unable to move, then backed away. As she saw him, her expression changed. She smiled as the door slammed. Martin started running down the stairs. The stairs were dark and he fell. His father was silent on the way to hospital, disappointed and angry with him for being a coward and a fool. Martin had broken his leg and needed to walk on crutches. He could not use the stairs now. Was that why the fat lady had smiled? Did she know what would happen? At least his father was with him in the elevator on the way back from the hospital. There was no room for the fat lady to get in, and if she did, his father would see her and maybe he would understand. When he got home, he could stay in the apartment for a few days. The doctor said that he had to rest as much as possible. Martin felt quite safe from the fat lady now. "Oh, I almost forgot," his father reached out and pressed number nine. "What are you doing?" asked Martin, trying not to sound afraid. "I promised to visit Mrs. Ullman," said his father, looking at his watch as he stepped out of the elevator. "Let me go with you. I want to visit her too!" Martin pleaded, struggling to move on his crutches. But the door was already closing. "Afraid to be in the elevator alone?" said his father. "Grow up, Martin." The door slammed shut. Martin hobbled to the buttons and pressed nine, but it didn't do any good. The elevator stopped at ten, where the fat lady was waiting for him. She moved in quickly, and he was too slow to get past her in time to get out. The door closed and the elevator began to move. "Hello, Martin," she said, and laughed, and pushed the Stop button.

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这不可能。这简直像一场噩梦。但她就在那里。“上楼！”马丁说，声音小得像吱呀一声。她点点头，走了进去。电梯门砰地关上了。他看着她胖乎乎的手伸向按钮。她按的不是十四楼，而是十八楼，顶层。电梯颤抖着开始上升。那个胖女人盯着他看。 今天早上她是在十四楼上的电梯，那为什么今天她会在三楼上来，然后去十八楼呢？电梯似乎比平时慢。马丁想按七楼，这样他就可以出去走楼梯了，但他不碰到她就够不着按钮，他可不想那样做。 当电梯停在他那一层时，她几乎没有给他让路。他不得不挤过去，蹭到了她那件粗糙得可怕的外套。他生怕门在他出去之前关上。门砰地关上时，她转过身看着他。“现在她知道我住在十七楼了，”他想。 “你有没有注意到电梯里有个奇怪的女人？”那天晚上他问父亲。 “没注意过，”父亲回答，眼睛没离开电视。 马丁知道他可能犯了个错误，但他必须把那个女人告诉某人，“她今天和我一起坐了两次电梯。她一直盯着我看。她一分钟都没停止看我。” “你现在又在担心什么？”父亲不耐烦地把头从电视上转开，说，“我拿你怎么办，马丁？说真的，你现在竟然害怕一个可怜的老太太。” “我没害怕。” “你就是害怕，”父亲说，“你什么时候才能长大，像个男人？你难道要一辈子都这么胆小吗？” 马丁不想在父亲面前哭，所以他等到回房间才哭。他的父亲可能知道他哭了。他几乎没怎么睡。 早上，当电梯门打开时，那个胖女人正在等他。马丁站在那里，动弹不得，然后退了回去。她看到他时，表情变了。门砰地关上时，她笑了。 马丁开始跑下楼梯。楼梯很黑，他摔倒了。去医院的路上，父亲一言不发，对他这个懦夫和傻瓜感到失望和愤怒。马丁摔断了腿，需要拄拐杖走路。他现在不能走楼梯了。难道这就是那个胖女人笑的原因吗？她知道会发生什么吗？ 至少从医院回来的路上，父亲和他一起在电梯里。电梯里没有那个胖女人的空间，如果她进来了，父亲会看到她，也许他就会明白了。回到家，他可以在公寓里待几天。医生说他必须尽可能多休息。马丁现在觉得那个胖女人对他来说相当安全了。 “哦，我差点忘了，”父亲伸出手按了九楼。 “你干什么？”马丁问，努力不让自己的声音听起来害怕。 “我答应去拜访厄尔曼太太，”父亲说着，看了一眼手表，走出了电梯。 “让我跟你一起去。我也想去拜访她！”马丁恳求道，挣扎着拄着拐杖移动。 但门已经开始关了。“害怕一个人坐电梯？”父亲说，“长大点吧，马丁。”门砰地关上了。 马丁一瘸一拐地走到按钮前按了九楼，但没用。电梯停在了十楼，那个胖女人正在那里等他。她迅速走了进来，他太慢了，没能及时从她身边挤出去。门关上了，电梯开始移动。 “你好，马丁，”她说着，笑了，然后按下了停止按钮。

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"The Elevator" by William Sleator Western Plot Structure "THE ELEVATOR" by William Sleator 3. Climax! On the way back home from the hospital, Martin's father leaves him alone in the elevator. Before the elevator reaches Martin's floor, the large women gets on, greets Martin, and pushes the "Stop" button. Martin... A lady will enter DON'T LOOK at her 2. Rising Action ▪ Martin decides to take the elevator every day. ▪ One day, a large woman gets on the elevator and stares at Martin for the entire elevator ride. ▪ Martin asks his father about the woman. ▪ Martin falls down the stairs, breaking his leg. 4. Falling Action 1. Exposition Martin, a thin 12-year-old boy, lives with his father on the 17ᵗʰ floor of an old building. Martin is afraid of the elevator. Inciting Moment: one day, Martin takes the stairs but his father asks why he's out of breath. COMPONENTS OF PLOT Exposition/Opening: provides the background information needed to understand the story, such as descriptions of the characters, setting, conflict, etc. Ends with the "inciting moment," an incident that sets the rest of the story in motion. Rising Action: introduces various obstacles the main character must overcome, such as complications to the main conflict as well as secondary conflicts. Climax/Turning Point: the moment of greatest suspense; the main character makes a big decision or takes action that determines the outcome of the rest of the story. Falling Action: during the falling action, the conflict surrounding the main character winds down, with the main character either winning or losing. Denouement/Resolution: the main character ends up either better off (comedy) or worse off (tragedy) than at the beginning of the story. Remaining issues or loose ends are resolved. 5. Resolution

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威廉·斯莱特尔的《电梯》 西方情节结构 《电梯》 作者：威廉·斯莱特尔 3. 高潮！ 从医院回家的路上，马丁的父亲把他独自留在电梯里。在电梯到达马丁楼层之前，那个高大的女人走了进来，向马丁打招呼，然后按下了“停止”按钮。马丁…… 一个女人会进来 不要看她 2. 情节发展 ▪ 马丁决定每天都乘坐电梯。 ▪ 有一天，一个高大的女人走进电梯，在整个乘梯过程中一直盯着马丁。 ▪ 马丁向父亲询问那个女人。 ▪ 马丁从楼梯上摔下来，摔断了腿。 4. 结局发展 1. 铺垫 马丁，一个瘦弱的12岁男孩，和他的父亲住在一栋旧楼的17层。马丁害怕电梯。 导火线：有一天，马丁走楼梯，但他的父亲问他为什么气喘吁吁。 情节构成要素 铺垫/开端：提供理解故事所需的背景信息，例如人物、背景、冲突等的描述。以“导火线”结束，这是一个引发故事其余部分发展的事件。 情节发展：引入主人公必须克服的各种障碍，例如主要冲突的复杂化以及次要冲突。 高潮/转折点：悬念最大的时刻；主人公做出重大决定或采取行动，决定了故事其余部分的结局。 结局发展：在结局发展阶段，围绕主人公的冲突逐渐平息，主人公或胜或败。 结局/收尾：主人公的结局要么比故事开始时更好（喜剧），要么更糟（悲剧）。剩余的问题或未解之谜得到解决。 5. 结局