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はてなキーワード: Takeとは
The fact you speak more definitively in a formal setting, and the fact "going to" is informal (or not) are 2 different things. Cambridge dictionary is correct in that "going to" is used in more informal setting. It's that YOU are reading it wrong. It is not an informal expression. And by the way, some people take being proficient in one language not being in another, but they can actually co-exist. I write more in English than Japanese. Have been for over 10 years.
Peter Barakanさん（@pbarakan）が9:12 午前 on 木, 7月 06, 2023にツイートしました:
京急さん、あまりのばかばかしさのため、聞くたびにいらいらするこの英語のアナウンスを直してください！
× This train bound for Haneda Airport. Passengers for Haneda Airport should take this train. Thank you.
○ The next train is for Haneda Airport.
（https://twitter.com/pbarakan/status/1676746010012577792?t=cd4plMG48UIbrXCy6elviA&s=03）
Peter Barakanさん（@pbarakan）が9:32 午前 on 木, 7月 06, 2023にツイートしました:
そういえば航空会社さんも、機内の英語のアナウンスの最後にどうしていつもThank youが入るのですか。英語圏では言わないことですし、非常に不自然です。Thank you for putting up with yet another annoying announcement that prevents you from concentrating on your book ということでしょうか。
（https://twitter.com/pbarakan/status/1676750941654224896?t=g2CF61nxAYliNslNWbDYMQ&s=03）
Peter Barakanさん（@pbarakan）が6:19 午後 on 木, 7月 06, 2023にツイートしました:
The doors on the right side will open
「右側のドアが開きます」なら
The doors will open on the right hand side
というべきだと思います。
（https://twitter.com/pbarakan/status/1676883482566623232?t=c1u1MyWiWTNP5oxAHQsn3w&s=03）
take-it いろいろモメてる最中なので、やはり国民のご機嫌取りに見えるが、授与されて当然の人だと思うので、これはこれ。あとは障害者への社会の理解がより深まればいいんだけど。
https://b.hatena.ne.jp/entry/4731839811703675652/comment/take-it
take-it これで開催されて金メダルをとったとしても、血塗られた金メダルとしかいいようがない。史上最も汚い穢れたメダルだ。で、引退後も元メダリストとして活躍？ 人の屍を踏みしめて、たいそうなこって。
https://b.hatena.ne.jp/entry/4702288776668795970/comment/take-it
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
I must talk about various things regarding the Barbie incident.
I saw a post about it from someone who is neither directly involved nor from Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and it made me realize that there are things I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and grew up listening to stories from the survivors, being a third-generation survivor myself. Most survivors are no longer with us, so I feel compelled to speak up.
In Nagasaki, kids grow up hearing about the atomic bomb. We were packed like sushi in a gymnasium without air conditioning or even fans during the scorching summer, and we listened to stories about the bomb. It was incredibly tough for me.
I imagine it was even harder for the elderly who spoke about their experiences. As a child, I couldn't fully comprehend their pain, and now, I can hardly remember most of the stories I heard. I can only recall one or two.
Every year during this time, gruesome images that would make PTA elsewhere go crazy were displayed in the hallways. I heard that many of the horrifying exhibits that used to traumatize visitors at the Atomic Bomb Museum have been removed, and the museum has been considerably sanitized. I'm not sure about the current situation, but that's how it was when I was there.
There was one photograph that I could never bear to look at as a child – a picture of Tadashi Taniguchi. You can find it if you search, but it's a shocking image with a viewer discretion warning. Still, I want people to see it.
I couldn't walk down the hallway where that photo was displayed, and I always took a different route, avoiding it so I wouldn't have to see it.
Now, I think of my grandpa who went to the ruins to search for my sister. He couldn't look away or take a different path. The pain must have been unimaginable.
Besides photographs, there were many living people moaning in pain back then, and there must have been even more who succumbed to suffering.
My grandpa walked for miles, pulling a handcart through the debris-laden streets of Nagasaki, searching for my sister.
Even though my grandpa was not a child, I'm sure there were elementary school kids who did similar things. I don't just think they might have been there; they were there. I heard the stories from the people themselves, and I still remember them.
I can't forget the stories I heard as a child, such as the young siblings finding their father's burnt corpse in the ruins and cremating him. They didn't have enough firewood, and their father ended up half-burnt. They ran away after seeing the brain tissue oozing out, and that became their final farewell.
I can never forget those stories I heard as a child, and even now, they still bring pain and suffering, making my hands tremble and tears flow.
I wonder how my grandpa, who ran away from that father's brain tissue, could expose his unimaginable trauma and everlasting scars to the world.
Now, I feel like I understand a little.
Even someone like me, who experienced such unimaginable trauma, has gone through pain that I can't even imagine being compared to being discarded, forgotten, and ignored. Compared to what those people experienced, my suffering means nothing.
My trembling hands and the palpitations and dizziness I experienced are nothing compared to the tremendous pain that many others went through.
Memories fade irreversibly every time they pass through people's lips. The memories that I couldn't bear to be forgotten are almost forgotten now.
The unimaginable pain that existed 78 years ago has mostly disappeared, and we can no longer pass it on.
The people who suffered the most from the atomic bomb perished in the ruins, rotting away without being able to convey it to anyone.
Even those who saw it with their own eyes mostly took the memories with them to their graves. Most of them are now under the tombstones.
Compared to the words of the elderly, my words seem so light. I think that speaking with such light words would be better than keeping silent, as silence has led to this result.
I feel like I might occasionally choose to stop imagining the unimaginable pain and consume the suffering of others in an amusing way to live on.
Before I forget the pain and suffering of those elderly people, whose faces and voices I can no longer recall, I will leave this here.
エジソンの助手が電球の容積を算出するために複雑な計算に取り組んでいた時、エジソンは「私なら電球に水を入れて容積を量るよ」と言った。
検索するとエジソンの逸話として引用しているサイトが散見される。
Wikiにも
【柔軟な思考】
エジソンの助手の1人が電球の容積を算出するために複雑な計算に取り組んでいたとき、エジソンは「私なら電球に水を入れて容積を量るよ」と言った。エジソンが学校などで教わる常識の枠にとらわれず、物事を柔軟に思考する実践派の研究者であったことを示すエピソードである。
「私なら電球 に 水を入れて容積を量るよ」
「私なら電球 を 水を入れて容積を量るよ」
Take the base off the bulb, fill it with water, and measure the volume of water it takes in a graduated cylinder.
こういうのが出てくる
翻訳者がfill it with waterをbulbに掛けたのだろう
実際はtakes in a graduated cylinder. にかかるべき。
「水を注いだメスシリンダーに取り外した電球をぶち込んで計測するよ」
が正しかろう。
電球に水を注いでも容積は測れない
検索しても同じ引用がそこら中でみつかるのでそれが正解になってしまう。
こういうの見つけてうふふってなるのが楽しい。
他にもあったら教えてくれ
He's going to pay.
He's not getting let off the hook.
He's dead meat.
He's a dead man.
He's dead to me.
I'll never forgive him* ＜（使われ過ぎだが場合によっては適切）
Unacceptable*
How dare you XX*
"won't allow/permit"的な側面がある「許さない」には、"I won't stand for this!"が良い
その他の翻訳例
"I won't forgive you for barging in on ruru's house."
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修正案：“You can’t just barge into Ruru’s house, you know.”
子供に言い聞かせるような響きだが、前者よりは硬くなく、意地悪な響きもない。
いい感じの雰囲気のシーンなので、前者は合わない。
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Meaning: I accept your apology. But I won’t forgive or forget. Bye ✌️
"If you don't come back... I'll never forgive you."
「戻ってこなかったら……許さない」
"We'll never forgive you for kidnapping Friend!"
「仲間を連れ去るなんて許さない！」
"Eat my cookie and I'll never forgive you!"
↑一方、「戻ってこなかったら許さない」については、「死んだら許さない」という意味なら"forgive"を使うかもしれないという意見もある。というのは話者が"allow"できるわけではないから。
↑ということは、以下の場合は「死んだら許さない」という意味なので"forgive"のままで良い？
「私の夫にあなたの命まで背負わせたら、許さないから」（ナルト）
“If you make Naruto be burdened with even your life, I will not forgive you.”
"it can't be helped"（仕方ない）は使われ過ぎだが、(a) 一応正しい英語だし、(b) 文脈にも沿っていることが多い（forgiveはそうではないことが多い）。
「なっ何をするだァーッ！ゆるさんッ！」（ジョジョでディオがジョナサンの愛犬ダニーに蹴りを入れた際のセリフ）
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"I swear I won't stop until I've scrapped each and every one of you!"
Maxine Waters Says She Will “Never Ever Forgive” Black Americans That Vote for Trump.
"And if you choose to fail us, I say: We will never forgive you. We will not let you get away with this. "
‘We will not forgive, we will not forget. We will hunt you down and make you pay’
「我々は許さない。忘れない。お前達を追い詰め、捕え、贖わせる」（ISISの攻撃に対するバイデン大統領の言葉）
悟空とバイデンのケースは状況がよく似ているが、悟空は"I won't forgive you!"としか言わなかったので不自然だが、バイデンは"We will hunt you down and make you pay"と報復の意図を付け加えているので自然とのこと。
もしバイデンが"We won't forgive."としか言わなかったら、弱く聞こえるという。「もう昼飯に誘ってやらないぞ」みたいな。
さらに、バイデン自身は戦場で戦闘するのではなく演説台の後ろで何もしない。ただ何かが起こると言っているだけ。その点、眼の前に敵がいて戦わないといけない悟空とは違うらしい。
また、相手が許しを求めていないのにforgiveを使うのは変だという点に関しては、ISISだけでなくアメリカ国民にも語りかけているから良いとのこと。
ちなみに、飲酒運転で子供が轢かれて、ドライバーが全く反省してない場合に"I won't forgive you!"というのは自然とのこと。
一方で、同じく全く反省しないジョーカーにバットマンが同じセリフを言うのはおかしい。バットマンとジョーカーの間には最初から許しなど存在しないから。
（でもバイデンとISISの間にも許しはないのでは？と尋ねたが、答えをもらえなかった。恐らくネイティブにとってもはっきり言語化できない微妙な問題なのだろう）
"I'll Punish you. Cry all you want, but don't expect me to forgive you."
「おしおきしてやる。泣いても許されると思うなよ」（さよなら私のクラマー）
「一体何に対してFORGIVEするんだ！？FORGIVEが必要だなんて一体どんな罪を犯したんだ！？許さないは"DON'T FORGIVE"じゃない！怒りで自然発火しそうｂｒｙ；おｈ；ｂｓｆｓｌ」
修正案："Cry about it all you want, but I'm not letting you guys off the hook."
Fate/stay night UBW 13話 「決別の刻」
凛 ：そうね、けど後悔するわよ。私は絶対に降りない。いい、キャスターを倒してアンタを取り戻す。その時になって謝っても許さないんだから・・・(That's true. But you'll regret it. I'll never quit. You hear me？I'll defeat Caster and take you back. And when I do, I won't forgive you, no matter how much you apologize.)
ペルソナ4 G 7話 「It's cliche, so what？」
マリ 「記憶探すのも思いで作るのも、絶対に君と一緒だから。君が持ってても同じでしょ？その代わり・・・ちゃんと返して？もったままいなくなったら、許さない。(I'll never forgive you.)」
弱虫ペダル RIDE.38 「総北の魂」
坂道「でも、もうボク・・・走れない・・・ここでリタ・・・(I'm dropping—)」
この素晴らしい世界に祝福を 3話
ダ：こんな幼げな少女の下着を公衆の面前ではぎ取るなんて・・・真の鬼畜だ、許せない！是非とも私を貴方のパーティーに入れてほしい。(To strip such a young girl of her panties in a public place is trulysavage！I can't let this pass！You must let me join your party！)
カネ「(あの時もヒデはクラスに馴染めない僕に気を遣って声を掛けてきてくれたんだ・・・いやだ。ヒデが死ぬのは嫌だぁ！そんなの許せない！)《I don't want Hide・・・to die！I won't・・・I won't let that happen！》」
「自分のため」と「他人のため」という観点があるが、自身を継続的に保つために「自分のため」と「他人のため」を両立させることが必要...という結論。
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上記の観点を考えつつ思い出したのはやはりGive＆Take。以下うろ覚えで本のサマリー。
②：Takerという人種がいることを知ろう。そしてTakerからは距離を置け
https://ted-english-channel.com/2020/10/are-you-a-giver-or-a-taker/
昨日のNHKのクローズアップ現代プラスは、低視聴率に終わった前の朝ドラ「舞い上がれ」に合わせて「空飛ぶクルマ」特集だった。特集の中身は「世界各国が参入してますよ」「便利になりますよ」「大阪万博の目玉ですよ」っていういつもと同じ内容。大阪万博の機運を盛り上げるためかNHKでも民放でも「空飛ぶクルマ」特集を毎月1回以上は放送してる印象があって、見るたびに毎回思う疑問が「空飛ぶクルマのどこらへんが『クルマ』なの？」、「それヘリコプターとどう違うの？」という２つ。これらに答えたテレビの特集を見たことがない。特に後者の疑問は、どうして世界で『空飛ぶクルマ』開発の競争が激しくなってるのかっていう重要な問いにもつながるだろうに、NHKのクロ現では大阪万博のための未来感を出すためなのか、こういう現実的な問いかけには一切触れようとしなかった。
そもそも世界各国が参入してるというが、海外ではもちろん「空飛ぶクルマ」なんて名称を使っていない。Flyng Carなどと検索してもドローン型の乗り物がすぐに出てくることはない。では、NHKや万博関係者や日本政府が言う「空飛ぶクルマ」を海外では何と呼ぶのか。eVTOLと呼ぶのである。eVTOLは、Electric Vertical Take-Off and Landing aircraftの略称であり、日本語にすれば電動垂直離着陸航空機となる。クロ現では一言も出てこなかった。
ヘリコプターと比べてeVTOLの革命的なところは、1.マルチコプターだからプロペラ1つが故障しても墜落しにくい 2.電動だからSDGs的に優れている 3.エンジンが必要ないから参入障壁が低い 4.エンジンが無い分だけ騒音が小さい などなど複数ある。だいたいEVのガソリン車と比べて有利なところと同じである。つまりEV革命と呼ばれるものの航空機版がeVTOLであり、だからこぞって各国各メーカーが参入してるのである。
eVTOLの開発競争が熱を帯びてるのは現実的な理由によるものであり、「空飛ぶクルマ」という昭和の未来図鑑から持ってきた呼び方を使って「夢」を強調して金をもらうような分野ではすでになくなっており、こんな名称を使い続けてたらガラパゴス化するだけである。だからこそ今すぐ「空飛ぶクルマ」なんて呼び方を捨てるべき。
