Oversettelse fra engelsk Det er ikke hver dag at Mamma Grencher er på besøk, og hun ikke får noen yngre. Hun er femtiåtte, som hun ville glede seg til å innrømme. Likevel trør jeg ikke at jeg er typen som ikke engang løfter en finger for å sikre at bryllupsgjestene ikke kjeder seg. Derfor gikk jeg videre og noterte noen talende tinger om bruden som jeg kjente henne for nesten seks år siden. Hvis bemerkningene gjører brudgommen, som jeg ikke kjenner, å føle seg litt beklemt, desto bedre. Ingen sikter mot å behage. Hensikten er egentlig å belære, å instruere. --- I really don't get to see Mother Grencher terribly often, and she's not getting any younger. She's fifty-eight. (As she'd be the first to admit.) All the same, though, wherever I happen to be I don't think I'm the type that doesn't even lift a finger to prevent a wedding from flatting. Accordingly, I've gone ahead and jotted down a few revealing notes on the bride as I knew her almost six years ago. If my notes should cause the groom, whom I haven't met, an uneasy moment or two, so much the better. Nobody's aiming to please, here. More, really, to edify, to instruct.

La tuberculose, avec traduction anglaise On appelle la tuberculose « le grand imitateur », parce qu’elle peut se manifester dans des différentes parties du corps, où elle est capable d'imiter les symptômes caractéristiques de plusieurs maladies. Les ganglions lymphatiques sont une destination commune des macrophages pleins de mycobactéries provenant des poumons. 35% des cas de la tuberculose extrapulmonaire impliquent des symptômes dans les ganglions lymphatiques, les sites plus communs étant dans les zones sous-claviculaire et cervicale postérieure. On dit que la tuberculose des ganglions lymphatiques approche le malade en douce, puisque les ganglions sont fréquemment indolores, ne sont pas sensibles, ne sont pas rouges et n’émettent pas de la chaleur. Enfin, les symptômes ne sont pas visibles, au moins au début de l'infection. Pourtant, ils continuent à se manifester à l’intérieur du corps. Alors que davantage de lymphocytes inondent les ganglions lymphatiques, ceux-ci deviennent de plus en plus gros, jusqu’à ce qu’apparaisse une fistule juste au-dessus du ganglion infecté, qui a ouvré un trou dans la peau où il dépose l'excès de fluide plein de macrofages morts. Tuberculosis is called "the great imitator" because it can manifest in different parts of the body, where it is able to imitate the characteristic symptoms of many other illnesses. -- The lymph nodes are a common destination for the macrophages full of mycobacteria originating from the lungs. 35% of cases of extra-pulmonary tuberculosis involve symptoms in the lymph nodes, the most common lymph sites being in the subclavicular and posterior cervical regions. It's said that tuberculosis sneaks up on the patient, because the lymph nodes are usually painless, do not exhibit tenderness, are not red and do not emit heat. That is to say that the symptoms of this illness are not visible at the start. However, they continue to develop within the body. As an increasing number of lymphocytes flood into the lymph nodes, the nodes become increasingly larger, until a fistulous tract develops just above the infected node, which has opened a hole in the skin where it deposits excess fluid filled with dead macrophages.

Une traduction d'un texte en italien La porte d’entrée était ouverte. Un léger courant chaud faisait bruire le journal sur la commode. Le coq a chanté. J’ai ouvert le réfrigérateur. J’ai pris un lait, en ai rempli un verre et suis sorti au patio. Je me suis assis sur les marches à regarder l’aube. Il était d’un orange vivant, encrassé par une masse gélatineuse et violacée qui s’allongeait comme du coton sur l’horizon, mais plus haut le ciel était propre et noir et quelques étoiles étaient encore allumées. J’ai fini le lait, j'ai mis le verre sur une marche et je suis allé dans la rue. Le ballon du Crâne était près du banc, je l’ai donné un coup de pied. Il a fini sous la voiture du vieillard. Togo est venu du hangar. Il a gémi en bâillant. Il s'est étiré, s’allongeant et se traînant les pattes arrières, et il m’est venu en remuant la queue. ------ La porta di casa era spalancata. Una leggera corrente tiepida faceva frusciare il giornale sul comò. Il gallo ha cantato. Ho apero il frigo. Ho preso il latte, mi sono riempito un bicchiere e sono uscito sul terrazzino. Mi sono seduto sugli scalini a guardare l'alba. Era di un arancione vivido, sporcata da una massa gelatinosa e violacea che si stendeva come cotone sull'orizzonte, ma più in alto il cielo era pulito e nero e qualche stella era ancora accesa. Mi sono finito il latte, ho poggiato il bicchiere su uno scalino e sono sceso in strada. Il pallone del Teschio era vicino all panchina, gli ho dato un calcio. E' finito sotto la macchina del vecchio. Dal capannone è apparso Togo. Ha guaito e sbadigliato insieme. Si è stiracchiato allungandosi e trascinando le zampe di dietro e mi è venuto incontro scodinzolando.

La suite d'une histoire (avec traduction en anglais) C’est ainsi qu’à l’âge de quinze ans, la fille—qui ne s’appelait pas Jeannot lapin, mais Annie Simons—possédait deux désirs contraires. Le premier était devenir adulte et savourer des pêchés encore pas découvertes. L'autre était rester un enfant, afin qu'elle puisse continuer à profiter du charme qu’elle possédait comme un enfant. Alors qu’elle regardait les vêtements de son petit-ami se réduire en cendres dans la cheminée de famille, ses yeux s'agrandissaient, ce que son père interprétait comme la terreur. Il avait tort; ce n'était pas la terreur. C'était simplement le choc de devoir faire une grande décision. Voilà la décision: elle n'allait pas suivre le premier désir, ni le deuxième. Elle trouverait une manière de les suivre tous les deux. A la différence de beaucoup de filles de son âge, qui essayaient en fait de se faire sembler plus grandes, elle ne pouvait pas renoncer si vite aux attentions qu’on la donnait comme un enfant. L’adoration des autres était devenue partie d’elle ; la perdre aurait été comme perdre un bras. -- Thus, at the age of 15, the girl--whose name was not "bunny rabbit", but Annie Simons--was in the possession of two contrary desires. The first was the desire to become an adult and to relish in sins yet to be discovered. The second was to remain a child, so that she could continue taking advantage of the charm she had possessed as a child. As she watched her boyfriend's clothes burning to ash in the family chimney, her eyes grew wide in what her father interpreted as terror. He was wrong; it was not terror. It was simply the shock of having to make a big decision. Here was the decision: she would not follow the first desire, nor would she follow the second. Instead, she would find a way to follow them both. Unlike many girls her age, who actually tried to look more grown up, she could not so easily give up the attentions that she had received in her childhood. The adoration of others had become part of her; to lose it would be like losing an arm.

Aspettando fuori del ristorante, con traduzione all'inglese Ieri sera sono andato a un ristorante chic con i miei genitori. Indossavo un vestito rosa con le zeppe. Mi sentivo bella, più che altro perché ero la persona più giovane lì. Tutte le donne avevano i capelli canuti, o la plastica facciale, o entrambi. Io invece sono alla veneranda età di 19. Quando la cena è finita, eravamo fuori per recuperare la macchina del parcheggiatore. All’improvviso, sentii una voce proprio dietro di me. “Pardon, excusez-moi”, disse. Mi sono drizzate le orecchie. Sto imparando il francese, e ogni volta che sento o vedo qualcosa in francese, sento come se l’universo intero sia cospirato per darmi un’opportunità per migliorare le mie conoscenze linguistiche. Il monsieur francese mi aveva toccata la spalla per venirme davanti e fare una pausa sigaretta. Aveva pressappoco quarant’anni. Tirò fuori una sigaretta e iniziò a parlare con uno dei parcheggiatori. Diceva qualcosa sulle Alpi svizzere (in inglese, naturalmente), ma non posso ricordare cosa, perché avevo le stelle nei miei occhi. Non perché mi ero innamorata del quarantenne, ma perché speravo con tutta la mia anima che parli francese ancora, così potrei imparare nuovo vocabolari durante l'attesa. -- Last night I went to a swanky restaurant with my parents. I was wearing a pink dress with wedges. I felt pretty, mostly because I was the only young person there. All the women either had white hair, plastic surgery, or both. I, on the other hand, am at the ripe age of 19. When dinner was over, we waited outside to get the car from the valet. Just before the car pulled up, I heard a voice right behind me. "Pardon, excusez-moi," the voice said. My ears perked up. I'm learning French, and every time I hear or seeing something in French, I feel like the universe has conspired to give me an opportunity to improve my language skills. The French monsieur had touched me on the shoulder to get in front of me and have a smoke. He was about in his forties. He got a cigarette out and began to talk to the valet. He was saying something about the French alps (in English, of course), but I can't remember what it was, because I had stars in my eyes. Not because I had fallen in love with the forty-something, but because I was hoping with all my soul that he would speak French again, so that I could learn some new vocabulary during the wait.