星球大战第八章(3)
分类: TOEIC托业英语
The old man’s voice had dropped to a mesmerizing buzz. As he finished, the chrome bulb darted at Luke. Dazed by Kenobi’s hypnotic tone, Luke didn’t see it charge. It’s doubtful he saw much of anything with clarity. But as the ball neared, he whirled with amazing speed, the saber arcing up and out in a peculiar fashion.
The red beam that the globe emitted was neatly deflected to one side. It humming stopped and the ball bounced to the deck, all animation gone.
Blinking as if coming awake from a short nap, Luke stared in absolute astonishment at the inert remote.
"You see, you can do it," Kenobi told him. "One can teach only so much.
Now you must learn to admit the force when you want it, so that you can learn to control it consciously." Moving to one side, Kenobi took a large helmet from behind a locker and walked over to Luke. Placing the helmet over his head effectively eliminated the boy’s vision.
"I can’t see," Luke muttered, turning around and forcing Kenobi to step back out of range of the dangerously wavering saber. "How can I fight?" "With the force," old Ben explained. "You didn’t really ’see’ the seeker when you parried its beam. Try to let that sensation flow within you again." "I can’t do it," Luke moaned. "I’ll get hit again." "Not if you let yourself trust you," Kenobi insisted, none too convincingly for Luke. "This is the only way to be certain you’re replying wholly on the force." Noticing that the Corellian had turned to watch, Kenobi hesitated momentarily.
It did Luke no good to have the self-assured pilot laugh every time a mistake was made. But coddling the boy would do him no good either, and there was no time for it anyway. Throw him in and hope he floats, Ben instructed himself firmly.
Bending over the chrome globe, he touched a control at its side. Then he tossed it straight up. It arched toward Luke. Braking in midfall, the ball plummeted stone-like toward the deck. Luke swung the saber at it. While it was a commendable try, it wasn’t nearly fast enough. Once again the little antenna glowed.
The red beam that the globe emitted was neatly deflected to one side. It humming stopped and the ball bounced to the deck, all animation gone.
Blinking as if coming awake from a short nap, Luke stared in absolute astonishment at the inert remote.
"You see, you can do it," Kenobi told him. "One can teach only so much.
Now you must learn to admit the force when you want it, so that you can learn to control it consciously." Moving to one side, Kenobi took a large helmet from behind a locker and walked over to Luke. Placing the helmet over his head effectively eliminated the boy’s vision.
"I can’t see," Luke muttered, turning around and forcing Kenobi to step back out of range of the dangerously wavering saber. "How can I fight?" "With the force," old Ben explained. "You didn’t really ’see’ the seeker when you parried its beam. Try to let that sensation flow within you again." "I can’t do it," Luke moaned. "I’ll get hit again." "Not if you let yourself trust you," Kenobi insisted, none too convincingly for Luke. "This is the only way to be certain you’re replying wholly on the force." Noticing that the Corellian had turned to watch, Kenobi hesitated momentarily.
It did Luke no good to have the self-assured pilot laugh every time a mistake was made. But coddling the boy would do him no good either, and there was no time for it anyway. Throw him in and hope he floats, Ben instructed himself firmly.
Bending over the chrome globe, he touched a control at its side. Then he tossed it straight up. It arched toward Luke. Braking in midfall, the ball plummeted stone-like toward the deck. Luke swung the saber at it. While it was a commendable try, it wasn’t nearly fast enough. Once again the little antenna glowed.