There¡¯s no accounting for taste, is there?
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48. EXT. MIT CAMPUS
Nash and Charles stroll together. Marcee runs a few yards ahead, chasing pigeons, eyes wide with a child¡¯s fascination.
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CHARLES: My sister got herself killed in a car crash. (To Marcee) Not too far now, Marcee! Her cowboy husband was too drunk to know he was too drunk to drive. So I took her in.
NASH: She¡¯s so small.
CHARLES: She¡¯s young, John. That¡¯s how they come.
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Marcee runs at the pigeons. To her dismay, they don¡¯t move.
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CHARLES: I¡¯m at Harvard doing the great author¡¯s workshop. D.H. bloody Lawrence.
NASH: I really do think you should buy yourself a new book.
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Charles chuckles. They sit on the bench.
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CHARLES: Well, I¡¯ve been reading a lot about you. How are you, John?
NASH: At first all my work here was trivial, but a new assignment came up and... I can¡¯t really tell you any details.
CHARLES: Top secret? Black bag? Black ops?
NASH: Something like that. And, uh....
CHARLES: Yes?
NASH: Well, I... I met a girl.
CHARLES: No! A human girl?
NASH: Homo sapien.
CHARLES: A biped?
NASH: Yup. And contrary to all probabilities, she finds me attractive on a number of different levels.
CHARLES: (laughing) Really? God, that¡¯s wonderful. There¡¯s no accounting for taste, is there?
NASH: Should I marry her?
CHARLES: Oh, God. Right?
NASH: I mean, everything¡¯s going well. The job is fine. I have enough money. It all seems to add up. But how do you know for sure?
CHARLES: Nothing¡¯s ever for sure, John. That¡¯s the only sure thing I do know.
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Key Words
* stroll: to walk in a slow leisurely way
°Å´Ò´Ù, »êÃ¥ÇÏ´Ù
ex) The man is strolling in the park. (³²ÀÚ°¡ °ø¿øÀ» »êÃ¥ÇÏ°í ÀÖ´Ù.)
* crash: a traffic or aircraft accident; a collision
±³Åë »ç°í, Ãæµ¹
ex) There were no survivors from the plane crash.
(ºñÇà±â Ã߶ô »ç°íÀÇ »ýÁ¸ÀÚ´Â ¾ø¾ú´Ù.)
* dismay: a feeling of sadness arising from deep disappointment or
discouragement ´çȲ; ³î¶÷, ºÒ¾È°¨
ex) To his utter dismay, she told him that she had lost her job.
(±×°¡ ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ °æ¾ÇÇÏ°Ô, ±×³à°¡ ±×¿¡°Ô Á÷ÀåÀ» ÀÒ¾ú´Ù°í¸»Çß´Ù.)
* trivial: having or being of very little importance or value
½Ã½ÃÇÑ, ÇÏÂúÀº
ex) His composition had many trivial mistakes.
(±×ÀÇ ÀÛ¹®¿£ »ç¼ÒÇÑ À߸øÀÌ ¸¹¾Ò´Ù.)
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Well, I¡¯ve been reading a lot about you. How are you, John? At first all my work here was trivial, but a new assignment came up and... I can¡¯t really tell you any details.
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Top secret? Black bag? Black ops? Something like that. And, uh....Yes?Well, I... I met a girl.
±¸¾îü ¿µ¾î´Â ÁïÈïÀûÀ¸·Î ¸»ÇØ¾ß ÇÏ´Â °æ¿ì°¡ ´ëºÎºÐÀÌ´Ù. ½Ã°£À» ¹ú ¼ö ÀÖ´Â º¸Á¶¾î±¸ Áß Something like that, kind of, sort of, well, you know, um, uh µîÀ» ÀÚÁÖ »ç¿ëÇÑ´Ù. "±×¸®°í ¹ºµ¥?"¸¦ Yes?¶ó°í Ç¥ÇöÇÑ °Íµµ Àß ¾Ë¾ÆµÎÀÚ. What else?´Â "±×¸®°í ¶Ç ¹¹°¡ ÀÖÀ»±î?"¶ó´Â Àǹ̴Ù.
No! A human girl? Homo sapien. A biped? Yup. And contrary to all probabilities, she finds me attractive on a number of different levels.
5Çü½Ä µ¿»ç·Î »ç¿ëÇÏ´Â find´Â '±ú´Ý´Ù, ¾Ë¾ÆÂ÷¸®´Ù'´Â Àǹ̰¡ µÈ´Ù. ex)I found my purse gone.( ³ª´Â Áö°©ÀÌ ¾ø¾îÁø °ÍÀ» ±ú´Þ¾Ò´Ù.) They found the business pay.(±×µéÀº ±× Àå»ç°¡ ¼öÁö¸Â´Â´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ¾Ë°Ô µÇ¾ú´Ù.)
Really? God, that¡¯s wonderful. There¡¯s no accounting for taste, is there? Should I marry her? Oh, God. Right?
Account for´Â '¼³¸íÇÏ´Ù, ƯÁ¤ ºñÀ²À» Â÷ÁöÇÏ´Ù'´Â Àǹ̰¡ Àִµ¥ º»¹®¿¡¼´Â 'ÃëÇâÀ» ¼³¸íÇÒ ¼ø ¾ø´Ù.' Áï 'ÃëÇâÀÌ ´Ù¾çÇÏ´Ù'´Â Àǹ̰¡ µÈ´Ù. ex)I will account for the incident.(³»°¡ ±× »ç°Ç¿¡ °üÇؼ ¼³¸íÇÏ°Ú´Ù.) The United States will account for roughly a third of the surplus of Japan.(¹Ì±¹Àº ÀϺ»ÀÇ ¹«¿ª ÃâÃÊÀÇ ´ë·« 3ºÐÀÇ 1À» Â÷ÁöÇÑ´Ù.) ³»½¬ °°Àº õÀçµµ »ó´ãÇÒ ´©±º°¡°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇÏ´Ù. Âû½ºÀÇ Á¶¾ðÀÌ ³»½¬¿Í ¾Ù¸®»þÀÇ °ü°è¿¡ ¾î¶² ¿µÇâÀ» ¹ÌÄ¥±î?
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