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Exercise 6. Read and translate these sentences. Pay attention to active words and word combinations.
I. Do you think the Senators will approve the bill submitted by the President? 2. I suggest we should restrict discussion to two main problems. 3. One third of senators and all congressmen are elected to Congress every two years. 4. The journalists said that Eisenhower had won the Republican nomination and then the Presidency because of his great popularity and fame as a war hero. 5. Who do you think will be nominated for President in 2008 in the USA? 6. He sounded, he knew, as if he were seeking votes. 7. The Senator turned to Peter, “But surely you will want to do something more than raise money.” 8. Jane accepted an invitation to have lunch with them after she had sent some papers to one of the Senator’s constituents. 9. In fact, except for a telegram of congratulations in November, the Senator had not heard from Clay since the election. 10. Burden looked at the photograph: in the uniform of a colonel,* Clay shook the hand of General MacArthur, who was congratulating the Senator-elect. 11. Aware at last of the other nature, Peter realized that Harold had never been his friend. 12. “What do you mean?” Peter asked her. “It's plain that your father loves Clay more than you,” answered Diana. 13. He said he’d thought it over and decided not to run for the Senate in the coming election. 14. “I plan to write a book” Clay added, he was very much at ease. 15. “What’s your timetable for next week?” his mother asked him. SENATOR FOR SALE1 On July 22, 1937, Senator Burden Day made a brilliant speech in the Senate and actually killed the bill submitted by the President, thus restricting the President’s powers. It wasn’t his first move to discredit the President. It was a step by step policy to achieve his aim — to be elected President of the United States. He needed three things for getting a nomination and winning the election campaign: brains and popularity, which he had. and money, which he had not. The first two were important. No less important was the money. A few days had passed after his speech in the Senate and feeling still ran high in Congress circles. As soon as Burden Day came to his office he sent for Clay Overbury, his administrative assistant. Then he looked through the mail. In the last few days his mail had trebled, and most of it was favourable. He delighted in the praise, even though it was almost invariably followed by a request for aid. He gave Clay rapid instructions. Journalists to seek out. Editors to write to. Members of Congress to see. Money to be raised. He paused a moment at the thought of money. “That's the worst of it. That’s the one thing which can stop us.” Clay shook his head. “The fat cats love you.2” “Today. But maybe not tomorrow. After all. no one can be conservative enough for them and...” “...and be elected President." Clay spoke almost too quickly. But he was right. colonel [ ko:nl| полковник “And be elected President. But no one can be President... I can’t be President... without their help. That's the problem. Well, at least we’ve got three years to raise the money...” “And before then, you’ll have spoken in every state.” They planned; they plotted; they guessed; they hoped. Clay showed him telegrams of congratulations and invitations to speak. Mrs Blaine, his secretary, interrupted them several times with news. The Supreme Court' (unofficially of course) was delighted, and the Vice-President would like to have a word with him if he could spare the time. Accompanied by Clay, Burden took the elevator1 to the basement, where they boarded the subway car that connected the Senate Office Building5 to the Capitol.*’ They rode with a new Senator and three of his constituents, who were delighted to meet Burden Day whom they considered the Defender of the Constitution. Squaring shoulders and breathing deeply. Burden nodded to the huge Capitol policeman who guarded the door of the cloakroom and stepped into the world of the Senate. The cloakroom, narrow as a corridor, ran the length of the Senate Chamber.7 Here, amid black leather sofas and writing tables, the Senators of his party gossiped and politicked. When Burden made his entrance, he was given a playful ovation. Happy, Burden drank a glass of soda-water and listened to praise. “Best thing we’ve done in twenty years, and it’s all your doing." “President's sworn to have your neck if it’s the last thing he ever does...” “...will be the last. Old Burden’ll lick him every time...” “Burden can lick the President in 1940. That's our year.” “Why spoil a good Senator by making a President out of him?” Then they were joined by the senior Senator from Burden’s state. He took Burden’s hand in his own. “You're going to be the President, all right. That’s as clear as day. Now I’ve got some advice for you...” Burden smiled and listened until a pale-faced page came to tell him, “The Vice-President is on the floor." He'd like to have a word with you, Senator.” Burden slipped away from his admirers. At the glass doors of the Senate Chamber, he paused to straighten his tie, arrange hair. Then he stepped on the floor of the Senate, and was home. Careful not to look at the gallery, Burden walked up the aisle to his seat, chin held high so that he would be recognized. He was. There was a patter of applause. There were several men in the press box, while the gallery was perhaps a third full, which was remarkable on a day when there was neither a debate nor a vote. Evidently the people had come to see him, and the Senate which had humbled the President. Several Senators stopped to congratulate him, each aware of the hundreds of watching eyes. Then Burden saw the Vice-President. He was not in the chair but beside it, talking to a group of Senators. The Vice-President and Burden exchanged a few words. But what the exchange meant was plain to those who understood the workings of the Club.9 The Vice-President had allied himself with Burden Day. They were one, for the time being. That was better than Burden had hoped. With the Vice-President’s support in 1940, the thing was his. Delighted Burden returned to the cloakroom. He was halfway to the main door when Clay joined him. “What did the Vice-President say?” he asked. “He’s with us. All the way,” Burden answered. Outside the Capitol the heat was awful. He ought to stay at the Capitol where it was cool but he preferred to be alone with his triumph. “Nice work, Senator.” The voice was pleasant: the associations not. Burden turned as a man, slender and cool in brown gaberdine, approached. “I’m waiting for my car,” said Burden irrelevantly. “What else?” Mr Nillson was amused, quite aware of the effect he was making. “1 saw you just now with the Vice-President. He must have been pleased at what’s happened.” Burden turned to look down the driveway for Henry and the Packard. But neither was in sight. The amiable voice continued. "In fact everyone’s pleased with you. Do you know that the Hearst papers are going to propose you for President?” The man was cunning, no doubt about it. Burden was unable to disguise his interest. “How do you know?” “I never disclose sources. Senator. You’ll find that’s my best quality. By the way, I can tell you that the Day for President" campaign will begin with tomorrow’s editorial, written by the old man himself.” “That’s very interesting, Mr Nillson.” “I think you would be a remarkable President. I would certainly vote for you.” “Mr Nillson...” “Sir?” “Who the hell are you?”" “A friend.” “No, you are not a friend.” “Then I should like to be. After all, we choose our friends because they are not like ourselves. 1 shall never be a great statesman, like you. You live a life that I might have wanted, but as there is not time for one person to be everything. I choose my friends so that through them I can be a politician, a journalist, an artist...” “A criminal?” “Yes, even a criminal.” “ But what do you do?” “I’m a businessman. Now I have spoken very directly to you. Senator. 1 have been completely honest." “Yes, you have. And do you know the penalty for bribing... for attempting to bribe a member of Congress?” “Among my many friends there are lawyers.” Mr Nillson was genuinely amused. “I know the law’s penalties. Also the world’s rewards. I wish you would think seriously about what I said to you the other day.” Burden felt himself losing control again. “There is nothing to think about. 1 don’t take..." he found himself lowering his voice automatically even though no one was within earshot, “bribes.” “Others...” “I don't care what others do.” “Is an investment in your career a bribe? A contribution to electing you President, is that a bribe? How do you think money is ever raised for a national campaign? Anyway, should 1 invest in your future, I shall demand a good deal less of you than. say. the ClOuor the National Association of Manufacturers.”1’ “I am not for sale, Mr Nillson." “1 don't want to buy you. Senator.” The easy voice was as cold now as his own. ”1 will give you the money that you need if you make it possible for me to buy what 1 want. That is a legitimate exchange and it is called ‘business'. I only want your sub-committee not to object to my buying a hundred thousand acres of Indian land.” Burden's Packard arrived, and he got in without a word. Now, Burden told himself, he must think, plan for the future, devise a timetable extending from this very moment to that day in November of 1940 when he would run for President. First he would talk to Blaise Sanford about money. Then he would go to William Randolph Hearst and make it perfectly clear that... His mind shifted stubbornly: despite the boldness of Mr Nillson's offer (and the assumption behind it) he had never in his life taken a bribe. At worst he had accepted campaign money with the vague understanding that he might some day be of use to the donor, a disagreeable procedure but the way things were done in the Republic. Mr Nillson, however, had offered a straightforward bribe. Had other Senators been approached? Senators seldom discussed such things. He recalled the embarrassment that they had all felt when a famous but poor member of the Club had died and his widow discovered eight hundred thousand dollars in a safety deposit box. "Well,” Burden had said to a colleague when this was mentioned in the Senate dining-room. "Well,” the colleague had replied. (From "Washington. D. C." by Gore Vidal) Names Burden (ba:dn| Day Верлен Дей Clay Overbury [ ouvaban] Клей Овербери Mrs Blaine миссис Блейн William Randolph I'raendolf] Hearst Уильям Рандольф Херст (американский газетный магнат) Blaise [bletz] Sandford Блейз Сэндфорд Notes Senator for Sale. Продается сенатор. The fat cats love you. Жирные коты (jd. крупные капиталисты) любят вас. the Supreme Court [sju'prrm ka:t) Верховный суд elevator | elaveita| n Am. лифт (Br. lift) the Senate Office Building здание, в котором размешены рабочие кабинеты сенаторов the Capitol [ kaepitl] Капитолий (здание конгресса США) the Senate Chamber зал заседаний сената The Vice-President is on the floor, зд. Вице-президент в зале заседаний. 9. the Club — закрытый клуб, членами которого являются наиболее влиятельные сенаторы the Day for President. Автор использует игру слов: day день и Day — фамилия сенатора. Who the hell are you? груб. Кто вы, черт вас подери? the CIO (Congress of Industrial Organizations) КПП (Конгресс производственных профсоюзов) the National Association of Manufacturers Национальная ассоциация предпринимателей Download 1.32 Mb. Do'stlaringiz bilan baham: 
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