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写真解説: 【原文】 Dead Jap soldier, struck down by Marine fire, laughs a mirthless death laugh.



【原文】 Maggots eat away at dead Jap.

和訳】 死んだ日本兵を食いつぶすウジ虫


【原文】 DEAD JAP ...

A Marine and this Jap struggled desperately in the basement of this Jap house. The Marine strangled the enemy and bludgeoned him to death.

和訳日本兵死体 ...




Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.

Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.

It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.

Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.

Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.

Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”

A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”

Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.

The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.

The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.

When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.

At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.

My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.

When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.

All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.

His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.

Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.

Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.

I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.


Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.

Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.

The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eatindeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.

The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.


I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.

This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.

Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.

We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”

The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.

We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.

We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.

The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.

When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.

However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.

Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.

“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.

I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.

As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.

Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.

Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.

“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”

Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”

“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.

Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”

There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.


One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.

The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”

The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”

Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.

Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.

I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.

She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.

Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.

I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.

After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”

Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.

“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”

I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?


I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.

In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.

I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.

“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”

“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”

He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.

My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.

I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.


I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.

No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l



I know, but absolute anonymity only enables brain damaged behaviors, there has to be a reason why pseudonymous social media had *completely* replaced anonymous ones in this country; this style is harmful to all, even to those brain damaged. It's like feeding all-I-can-eat Gianism hubbies with their daughter's snack vault. Just letting these bad behaviors naturally filtered out and excluded could make this place way, like way better.






























第3位『dog eat dog era~竜人族奴○の双子と催○交尾~』





































A pair of people ordered two hamburgers with a tomato slice. One can not eat tomatoes since she has an allergy to tomatoes. So, they asked the burger shop not to put a slice of tomato in a hamburger and to put two slices of tomato in another hamburger. How do you think the likelihood that the shop kindly do it to them in the US?



In the US, the likelihood that a burger shop would accommodate a request to modify hamburger orders to account for a tomato allergy by omitting a tomato slice in one burger and adding an extra slice to another is very high. American food establishments are generally accustomed to customizing orders to meet dietary restrictions and preferences. This includes adjustments for allergies, personal taste, or dietary needs. The scenario described involves a simple modification, and staff at most restaurants, especially those that pride themselves on customer service, are likely to fulfill such a request without issue. Ensuring customer satisfaction and safety, particularly when it comes to allergies, is a priority for many establishments. Therefore, as long as the request is communicated clearly, the shop should be able to accommodate it kindly.




英語ではcould eat the crotch out of a low flying duck。


Yea they underestimated the food demand again, but veteran event goers know you gotta have your food and water figured out, I usually eat before hand and bring a gigantic thermal jug of ice cold water.

you gotta have your food and water figured out = (イベントに行くなら)自分ご飯飲み物自分解決(=用意)しなければならない


The Kwok scam only pits the ants

Guo Wengui touted things to the sky all day long, from farms to Xi Yuan, he declared, "Xi Yuan's encryption capabilities and future payments, as well as the future exchange with the US dollar, will create history, is the only stablecoin, floating, modern crypto financial platform." The ant help to fool the head, but after dozens of broken promises, Guo Wengui played a jump god, Tiandry ground branch, Yin and Yang five elements, Qimen Dun Jiqi battle, over and over again to play with the ant help, and Guo Wengui no sense of violation. The old deception hypohypotically called to make comrade-in-arms rich, claimed to be for the benefit of comrade-in-arms, in fact, it is a wave of investment and anal, tried and true, and now again. After the explosion of the Xicin may not be listed, according to normal people's thinking and reaction, must be very annoyed, sad, but Guo Wengui is unusual, talking and laughing, understatement, no stick, but to the camera hand holding pepper sesame chicken to eat with relish, full mouth flow oil! . Why? Because the fraud is successful, as for when the Joy coin will be listed, when will it be listed? Guo Wengui is a face of ruffian and rogue, hands a spread, claiming that they do not know. Guo Wengui hypocrisy a poke is broken, Guo's scam is just a variation of the method of trapping ants help it.



reading isn't in anymore = reading isn't popular anymore



I want Kamina to tell me to believe in the him that believes in me


→the himなのがミソ

Don't believe in yourself. Believe in ME! Believe in the Kamina who believes in you!




墓穴を掘る = dig a hole

He is digging himself into his little hole pretty well all by himself.



There's no driving incentive to push far ahead when already standing in front of the pack, and it's already too late if you start slipping behind.



結果を表す only to do が for someone to do の形で表される場合がある

Like I finally think I understood, do a word correctly, mark the correct accent for the professor to pronounce it in some way I've never heard of and mark it incorrect

ChatGPTの解釈: The speaker feels they finally grasp the concept, correctly pronounce a word with the appropriate accent, only to have the professor pronounce it differently in a way they've never heard before. As a result, the professor marks the pronunciation as incorrect


bright 輝かしい 頭の良い

blight 破滅のもと、障害 やる気をくじくもの

「彼は聡明な生徒だ」と言おうとして He's a blight student. なんて言ったら大変なことになる


level it up into/to something レベルアップさせて~にする

i ended up leveling it up into a Gardevior.


I'm leveling it up into a sports car



can't be bothered と don't bother の違い

1. 過去形場合は同じように使える

2. 現在形の do not bother は習慣的なことのみ使える

I don't bother cooking (to cook) because it's easier to eat out


3. 個別一時的な状況においては、can't be bothered を使う

I haven't eaten anything all day and I'm starving. I can't be bothered to cook. I'm going to grab some takeout.


ただし can't be bothered は習慣的なことにも使えるっぽい



scale の意外な意味









roll off the tongue


表現パターンtrip [roll, slip] off the tongue


get on someone's good side



she/he loves to get on everyone's good side


I always had this image in my mind that .... = ~というイメージがずっと頭の中にあった

I always had this image in my mind that 25 was the year I'd get my shit together



that method doesn't involve actually producing anything of your own.

=You won't actually produce anything of your own with that method.



Is there a chance that there will be more earthquakes? Or are we in the clear so far?


after quakes can happen several days after

so nobody knows for sure


in the clear


・We can get out of here now that we're in the clear. : われわれは容疑が晴れたのだから、ここから出られる。

The waves seem to arrive any time now

The waves seem to be coming at any moment



leveled by the earthquake 《be ~》〔建物が〕地震で倒壊する

7.6 is no joke, Turkey had their cities leveled at like 7.4


houses have been leveled, roads destroyed and there's a massive fire.


It’s gonna be hard to sleep through this



skew 歪める・歪曲する

askew 歪んだ Jaw becoming gradually askew 顎が徐々に歪む

skewer 串に刺す、串刺しにするように激しく攻撃する

eschew 避ける・控える


Going on A date - お互いを知るためにする単発のデート。それ以降会わないこともありうる。

Dating - デートを何度か繰り返している状態。ただし恋人関係というわけではなくまだカジュアル関係。(中にはdating = be in a relationshipだと捉える人もいるらしい)



A: what does XXX mean? これはなんて意味

B: where did you find it? it's all about context どこで見つけたん?文脈は大切よ

A: *explains the context the sentence is used in* (文脈について説明

B: cant make out using this either unfortunately 残念ながらそれを読んでもわからないな

its mostly way too rare for any information レアすぎて情報が見つから

what book is this excerpt from? それはどんな本から引用


On time に In time する


on time時間ぴったりという意味で、in timeはぴったりでなくてもギリギリ間に合っていれば使える





「I'm going to eat sushi.」が「俺は寿司食い行くぜー!」という話し手感情の乗り方が甚だしくて、

I will eat sushi.」だと「(もう予定あるから)寿司行くよ」みたいに義務感出るって解説されてるのなんで?

be going toのほうが客観性高いなら話し手お気持ちがどうかというニュアンス出すのに馴染まないと思った






寿司を食べたら何になる? 寿司マン!」(「寿司マン」は「スーパーマン」のもじり)









「魚が泳げない海は何海? カラオケ!」(「泳げない海」は「カラオケ」に音が似ており、語呂合わせを利用しています。)




"寿司を食べたら何になる? 寿司マン!" (When you eat sushi, what do you become? Sushi-man! - A play on "Sushi" and "Superman.")














He's going to pay.

He's not getting let off the hook.

He's won't get away with it.

He's dead meat.

He's a dead man.

He's dead to me.

I won't stand for this!

I won't take it!

I'll never forgive him* <(使われ過ぎだが場合によっては適切)

I won't forgive him*


I can't believe him!*

How dare you XX*

Not on my watch*

It is unforgivable*


行動しない、できない場合、例えばすでに刑が確定している犯罪者に対して言う場合にはnever forgiveのほうがいい

"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


“I won’t forget this

“I’m not letting this go

"I won't let you walk away!"

"I will avenge her!"

"I won't forgive you for barging in on ruru's house."


修正案:“You can’t just barge into Ruru’s house, you know.”





修正案:"This is not the time for jokes."



相手謝罪して許しを請うてるときに"I won't forgive you."と言うのは正しい

(ただしこの人は"I don't accept your apology."と訳したとのこと)


Meaning: I accept your apology. But I won’t forgive or forget. Bye ✌️


"If you don't come back... I'll never forgive you."


"We'll never forgive you for kidnapping Friend!"


"Eat my cookie and I'll never forgive you!"


"Treating a woman like that... I won't forgive him!"


これらは(a) 本来意味でもないし、(b) ネイティブ英語でもないとのこと




“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)。

"I'll never forgive you!"


吹替版の"How dare you!"のほうが遥かにいいとのこと

"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’


悟空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。



ちなみに、飲酒運転子供が轢かれて、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。



"I'll Punish you. Cry all you want, but don't expect me to forgive you."



「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!?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."

"Don't you dare go all Romeo and Juliet on me!"


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—)」


今泉ダメだ!それはオレが許さない!(No. I won't allow it.)」

この素晴らしい世界に祝福を 3話

ダ:こんな幼げな少女下着公衆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!)

東京喰種トーキョーグール 2話 「孵化

カネ「(あの時もヒデ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!》」












えっそんな奥? そこ入っちゃいけないところなんじゃないの???って場所を、














2020年Go to travelは利用しまくった



でもその時ホテルGo toの金額を加味して便乗値上げしてたよな










That's not what I'm talking about, blah, blah, blah.

First of all, I don't like your arrogant attitude that you are smarter than me. Then, you should realize that you are just an idiot. The fool who is unaware is the most troublesome. I am not as stupid as you because I am aware of my stupidity.

There is no doubt that you are just as incompetent as I am, even though you write a lot of garbage information here. Because this is a place for incompetent people to write.

Now, what I wanted to say was... Eat shit, moron!






一般社団法人 Colabo」












Go To Eat キャンペーンに係る委託費の算定」







thoughの短縮形です。 発音すると「ゾー」で実際に、ughを発音しないので、メールなどのやりとりの際に使います意味は「だけど・しかし」などです。


もともとは though の略語らしいのですが、最近は「ヒップホップ系のいけてる若者スラング」っぽい感じで、特に意味もなく語尾につけて過剰乱用されているっぽいです。


Me: Wassup tho?

You: Nothing much tho? What 'bout you tho?

Me: Same tho. Wanna grab a bite to eat tho?

You: Alright tho! I'm hella hungry tho!

Me: Me too tho!

You: :) tho.






Kill me god your

Kill me god your eyes.

Till your need year till your need.

Southern rain ill she knows.

Eat what auto naughty tame.

Cold caves know moon soon mad day.



















背が伸びるに詰めて伝えたいことの姿のない手紙も崩れるほど重なった。僕は元気がいるの?心配は楽しくないよ。だが 1 つ今は思い出すよー。そうだ、君の震えるという方、あの日も言えてるものを見事して望遠。


大脱走、みんなに君が尖った今という葉を気持ち。君と 2人をいかけているをあああああああーすげーいやー!



You are my Ange 愛してるよ。

誰が 1 つチューナーイせーなーいはい!じゃあ馬鹿野郎ですね。9 します。

君は思う。気持ちいいお店!ファイナライ for you









Maggie will. Last boy. And again, You Maggie wanna lost boy, Let the time again.

Smack you all lost boy and nothing. Again, The Maggie wanna lost, boy, Let the time again.

Mad. You all the last boy and not him again If Maggie wanna lost. Boy, Let the time again the man you wanna lost boy and nothing. Again Maggie wanna lost boy. Let daytime again.

Because the focus on already. Crackers. Captain America.

See that I handle any. But that you guys,

That guys, the book of all any Because the book, on all any,

Because before

(ヒント: 邦楽です。Pixel言語設定はずっと英語にしてるのに、たまに英語文字起こしされる謎)


あー、羨ましいよ。僕の先生は誰か 0 点滅かみんなで起きるスピードトゥインゴビーンウルトラマンネイチャーの犬の泣い人生だんじ向かったね。天才反省の歌を流して皆様ですか?



(ヒント: 洋楽です。その時代その国を過ごしたわけでもないのに、なんでか郷愁を誘うハイトーン。良い曲ですよね!)


He stood scheming me. Eat the Octotoga. Upton. Oh, oh, my dust Fontana. No, It's not. I didn't shall know. He dust should call you. How's you should come? You housing up.

Oh, here. Yeah. Oh yeah. Eco that I

Monday. Did yen. Cut it after Nandinana, King. You're being facts. Still. So I told you Time to shall know, give me a slit. You got Should come you. You return. The good toe Shinkany know that you Okay here? Yeah, yeah. Oh yeah. You.

Oh, you. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Just,

Monday. Chia Meeting, you kind of so little continue dust Songs. I don't know. So, I am so that there. Thank you.

Okay. That. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Oh, here you I am starts.

Thoughts fell on him about loving up. Yeah. Yeah.

(ヒント: 邦楽です。バンド解散して、フロントマンもこういう曲作らなくなっちゃったので寂しい限り)

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