The criminal waste of human energy, in economic and social conditions, drives Laura as it drives the average girl to marry any man for a "home"; or as it drives men to endure the worst indignities for a miserable pittance.英文原著 · 《Anarchism and Other Essays》
Messala, driver. Colors, scarlet and gold. A four of Cleanthes the Athenian--three gray, one bay; winners at the Isthmian last year. Cleanthes, driver. Color, green. A four of Dicaeus the Byzantine--two black, one gray, one bay; winners this year at Byzantium. Dicaeus, driver. Color, black.英文原著 · 《Ben-Hur》
A four of Admetus the Sidonian--all grays. Thrice entered at Caesarea, and thrice victors. Admetus, driver. Color, blue. A four of Ilderim, sheik of the Desert. All bays; first race. Ben-Hur, a Jew, driver. Color, white."
BEN-HUR, A JEW, DRIVER!英文原著 · 《Ben-Hur》
"Robert, if we had another wagon, I could drive it and make the load less for these four oxen," she suggested when her husband came up. "A lighter wagon, perhaps with one team of strong horses, or even with a yoke of oxen, I could drive well enough, and relieve these poor brutes." She pushed back her sun-bonnet and with it a mass of red-brown hair that curled damply on her forehead, and smiled disarmingly. "Buddy would be the happiest baby boy alive if I could let him drive now and then!" she added humorously.英文原著 · 《Cow-Country》
She ordered a cab, and dressed herself. She came down, and entered the cab; but, instead of telling the man to drive, she gave him a slip of paper, containing the address of the lithographer. "Drive there," said she, a little mysteriously. The cabman winked, suspecting an intrigue, and went off to the place. There she learned Mr. Undercliff had moved to Frith Street, Soho, number not known. She told the cabman to drive slowly up and down the street, but could not find the name. At last she observed some lithographs in a window.英文原著 · 《Foul Play》
People smiled. Then a team of bullocks appeared on the road. The driver drawled, "Wa-a-a-y!" and the team stopped right in front of the door. The driver lifted something weighty from the dray and struggled to the verandah with it and dropped it down. It was a man. The bullock-driver, of course, did n't know that a religious service was being conducted inside, and the chances are he did n't much care. He only saw a number of faces looking out, and talked at them.英文原著 · 《On Our Selection》
Drive on out, drive on, now drive on out And she makes the noises You need to drive on out, just drive on out The man heard voices The girl is alone in the blink of an eye He tell her to drive, drive, drive And bitch, don't cry the city's too loud...美剧 · 《The Good Wife》
- Grab a thumb drive, - Can I use a thumb drive, - throw it in the USB, - put it in the USB, - copy the raw file to the drive, - copy the raw file, and I'll美剧 · 《The News Room》
But what if there was a ride-share service that could guarantee no creepy men drivers because there are no men drivers at all?美剧 · 《Bojack Horseman》
Remember the three D's: drive safely, drive efficiently, and don't harass the passenger.美剧 · 《Bojack Horseman》