The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your television set — Or better still, just don't install The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been, We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about, And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit Until they're hypnotised by it, Until they're absolutely drunk With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, They don't climb out the window sill, They never fight or kick or punch, They leave you free to cook the lunch And wash the dishes in the sink — But did you ever stop to think, To wonder just exactly what This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST ANDFREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK — HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!'
you'll cry.
'All right!'
you'll say, 'But if we take the set away, What shall we do to entertain Our darling children?
Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you, 'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselvescontented Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten?
Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow: THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ!
They'd READand READ, AND READ and READ, and then proceed To READ some more.
Great Scott!
Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed, More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales And treasure isles, and distant shores Where smugglers rowed with muffledoars, And pirates wearing purple pants, And sailing ships and elephants, And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and- Just How The Camel Got His Hump, And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole- Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticks- Fear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read.
And once they start — oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts.
They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did.
Мой любимый писатель Уильям Шекспир. Я всегда удивляюсь, как он проходит свой план, каждое слово в каждом предложении несет в себе определенный смысл, подтекст, который не может решить, так как в первом чтении. Я думаю, что вы знакомы с его работами, такими как "Гамлет" или "Ромео и Джульетта". Стоит отметить, что, на мой взгляд, как, по мнению многих, "Ромео и Джульетта "Вы можете лучше трагедия, завоевали весь мир, включая мое сердце. В доме, на книжной полке л есть, пару томов его произведений. Я могу перечислить причины в течение длительного времени, но я думаю, что вы можете сделать, что в его произведения можно найти что-то для себя, человек, что-то
Мой любимый писатель - Вильям Шекспир. Я всегда поражался от того, как он передаёт замысел, каждое слово в каждом предложении несёт в себе определённый смысл, подтекст который невозможно объяснить при первом чтении. Я думаю ты знаком с такими его работами как "Гамлет" или "Ромео и Джульетта". Стоит отметить, что на мой взгляд, как, по мнению многих, " Рамео и Джульетта" - одно из его лучших творений. Трагедия, которая покорила весь мир, включая/в том числе моё сердце. В доме, на книжной полке у меня есть пара книг/томов его работ. Я могу перечислять причины в течение длительного времени, но я думаю, что вы сможите найти в его работах что-то для себя, индивидуальное, что-то, что бы близко для него. К счастью для себя, я нашёл такую вещь.
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set —
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink —
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST ANDFREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK — HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!'
you'll cry.
'All right!'
you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children?
Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselvescontented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten?
Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ!
They'd READand READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more.
Great Scott!
Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffledoars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start — oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts.
They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.