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帰宅しました。ブログを見ると高校生からの嬉しいコメントが!こういうのが一番ですね。疲れが吹っ飛びました。ところでうちのSugarとHatahataはどうしたのでしょうか。高校生にも遅れをとっています(写真をあげたのでこの学生と指摘しようかなぁぁ)。
このところイディッシュづいている気もしないではありませんが、もう一発。Oy(Oye、Oiというつづりも見たことアリ!)は悲しいときに吐く間投詞です。文脈によって違うので日本語に訳すのはむずかしいのですが、「うっ〜!、うーっ...!、うーん」あたりでしょうか。Oy gevaltもついでにチェックしてください。(UG)
Surprise, Your Rival Is Spitzer. Reaction? Oy.
The calls and text messages starting rolling in around 8 p.m., just as Scott M. Stringer was putting his young son to bed, a baffling deluge of support and sympathy.
“Let me know how I can help,” a councilman from Park Slope said. “We’re with you,” a lawmaker from Flatbush declared.
Then his mother called. “Oy,” she moaned.
They all seemed to know what he did not: Eliot Spitzer had emerged from political exile to lay claim to the job — New York City comptroller — that Mr. Stringer thought was his.
Until then, Mr. Stringer, 53, a policy maven with a passion for parrots, was a little-known local politician coasting toward higher office with the blessing of the Democratic establishment and every major union in the city.
The calls and text messages starting rolling in around 8 p.m., just as Scott M. Stringer was putting his young son to bed, a baffling deluge of support and sympathy.