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<p><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">アルカディア翻訳会 </span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">2008</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">年</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">9</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">月課題<strong> </strong> </span></p>
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<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">日時 ： </span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">9</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">月</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">21</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">日（日） １４：００－１７：００</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">場所 ： 渋谷区立大向区民会館 和室</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">1</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">号</span></div>
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<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">課題部分の①から⑥をできる範囲で訳してください。</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Nineteen-Minutes/Jodi-Picoult/e/9780743496735/?itm=3#EXC</span></div>
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<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Nineteen Minutes</span></strong> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">by Jodi Picoult</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">March 6, 2007</span></strong></div>
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<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">①</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front
lawn, color your hair, watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you
can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a
family of five.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Nineteen minutes is how long it took the
Tennessee Titans to sell out of tickets to the play-offs. It's the length of a
sitcom, minus the commercials. It's the driving distance from the</span>
<span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Vermont</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">border to the town of</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Sterling</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">,</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">New Hampshire</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">In nineteen minutes, you can order a pizza and
get it delivered. You can read a story to a child or have your oil changed. You
can walk a mile. You can sew a hem.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world, or
you can just jump off it.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">In nineteen minutes, you can get
revenge.</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">』</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">②</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">As usual, Alex Cormier was running late. It
took thirty-two minutes to drive from her house in</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Sterling</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">to the superior court in</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Grafton County</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">,</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">New Hampshire</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">, and that was only if she speeded through
Orford. She hurried downstairs in her stockings, carrying her heels and the
files she'd brought home with her over the weekend. She twisted her thick
copper hair into a knot and anchored it at the base of her neck with bobby
pins, transforming herself into the person she needed to be before she left her
house.</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">』</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">③</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Alex had been a superior court judge now for
thirty-four days. She'd believed that, having proved her mettle as a district
court judge for the past five years, this time around the appointment might be
easier. But at forty, she was still the youngest judge in the state. She still
had to fight to establish herself as a fair justice -- her history as a public
defender preceded her into her courtroom, and prosecutors</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;"> </span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">assumed she'd side with the defense. When Alex
had submitted her name years ago for the bench, it had been with the sincere
desire to make sure people in this legal system were innocent until proven
guilty. She just never anticipated that, as a judge, she might not be given the
same benefit of the doubt.</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">』</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">④</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">The smell of freshly brewed coffee drew Alex
into the kitchen. Her daughter was hunched over a steaming mug at the kitchen
table, poring over a textbook. Josie looked exhausted -- her blue eyes were
bloodshot; her chestnut hair was a knotty ponytail. "Tell me you haven't been
up all night," Alex said.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Josie didn't even glance up. "I haven't been up
all night," she parroted.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Alex poured herself a cup of coffee and slid
into the chair across from her. "Honestly?"</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"You asked me to tell you something," Josie
said. "You didn't ask for the truth."</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Alex frowned. "You shouldn't be drinking
coffee."</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"And you shouldn't be smoking
cigarettes."</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Alex felt her face heat up. "I don't --
"</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"Mom," Josie sighed, "even when you open up the
bathroom windows, I can still smell it on the towels." She glanced up, daring
Alex to challenge her other vices.</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">』</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">⑤</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Alex herself didn't have any other vices. She
didn't have <em>time</em> for any vices. She would have liked to say that she
knew with authority that Josie didn't have any vices, either, but she would
only be making the same inference the rest of the world did when they met
Josie: a pretty, popular, straight-A student who knew better than most the
consequences of falling off the straight-and-narrow. A girl who was destined
for great things. A young woman who was exactly what Alex had hoped her
daughter would grow to become.</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">』</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">⑥</span><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Josie had once been so proud to have a mother
as a judge. Alex could remember Josie broadcasting her career to the tellers at
the bank, the baggers in the grocery store, the flight attendants on planes.
She'd ask Alex about her cases and her decisions. That had all changed three
years ago, when Josie entered high school, and the tunnel of communication
between them slowly bricked shut. Alex didn't necessarily think that Josie was
hiding anything more than any other teenager, but it was different: a normal
parent might metaphorically judge her child's friends, whereas Alex could do it
legally.</span> <span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">』ここまで</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"What's on the docket today?" Alex
said.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"Unit test. What about you?"</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"Arraignments," Alex replied. She squinted
across the table, trying to read Josie's textbook upside down.
"Chemistry?"</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"Catalysts." Josie rubbed her temples.
"Substances that speed up a reaction, but stay unchanged by it. Like if you've
got carbon monoxide gas and hydrogen gas and you toss in zinc and chromium
oxide, and...what's the matter?"</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"Just having a little flashback of why I got a
C in Orgo. Have you had breakfast?"</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"Coffee," Josie said.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"Coffee doesn't count."</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">"It does when <em>you're</em> in a rush," Josie
pointed out.</span></div>
<div style="background:#FFFFFF;margin:0mm 0mm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;color:#000000;">Alex weighed the costs of being even five
minutes later, or getting another black mark against her in the cosmic
good-parenting tally. <em>Shouldn't a seventeen-year-old be able to take care
of herself in the morning?</em> Alex started pulling items out of the
refrigerator: eggs, milk, bacon. "I once presided over an involuntary emergency
admission at the state mental hospital for a woman who thought she was Emeril.
Her husband had her committed when she put a pound of bacon in the blender and
chased him around the kitchen with a knife, yelling Bam!"</span></div>
