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はてなキーワード: Robinとは
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.
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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 eat—indeed, 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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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
「悪戯が好きな醜い妖精」の総称としてゴブリンとか、その中でも家事をしてくれたりするものをブラウニーとか呼んだりするが、ブラウニーのバリエーションとして「ホブ」という連中がいて、それがのちのち「ホブと呼ばれるゴブリン」ということで「ホブゴブリン」と表記されたのだろうと思われる。
ゴブリンは、ヨーロッパ各地の民間伝承に登場する、小柄で醜い、恐ろしい生き物です。中世の物語で初めて言及され、起源となる物語や国によって、いたずら好きな家事妖精から、悪辣で残忍な泥棒まで、矛盾するような能力・気性・外見が与えられています。彼らはしばしば、妖精や悪魔のように、変身などの魔法的な能力を持っています。類似する存在には、ブラウニーやドワーフ、デュエンデ、ノーム、インプ、レプラコーン、コボルドなどがいますが、より一般的に小さな妖精の総称としても使われます。
ブラウニーは、スコットランドの伝承に登場する家事妖精またはホブゴブリンで、夜になると家の所有者が眠っている間に出現し、さまざまな家事や農作業を行うとされています。家の人々は、ブラウニーに対して通常、炉辺にミルクやクリーム、または他のいくつかの供物を置いておかなければなりません。ブラウニーは怒りっぽく、侮辱されたり、何らかの形で利用されたと感じると、永遠に家を去ると言われています。ブラウニーはいたずら好きで、怠け者の使用人に罰を与えたりいたずらを仕掛けたりすると言われています。怒らせるとボガートのような悪意のある存在に変わるとも言われています。
ホブ（hob）は、イギリスのミッドランズ地方、北イングランド、およびアングロ・スコティッシュ国境地帯の伝統的な民間信仰における、小さな神話上の家事妖精です。彼らは家の内外に住むことができました。彼らは農場で働き、したがって役立つこともありましたが、怒らせると厄介な存在にもなりえたと言われます。
この「ホブ」の由来には二つの説がある。
まずは、英語の「ホブ」は「暖炉で食べ物を温めるための棚」を指しているので「暖炉のそばにいるもの」「家に棲み着くもの」といったような意味だという説。実際にホブ（あるいはブラウニー全般に言えることだが）の伝承は暖炉との結びつきが強く、たとえば仕事の対価として暖炉のそばにクリームを置かねばならないだとか、普段は暖炉の上の梁に座っているだとか、そういった逸話が残っている。
もう一つは、「ロバート」「ロビン」の愛称だというもので、日本でいうと河童に「太郎」という名前をつけるみたいなノリかはわからんが、神秘的なものにありふれた名前をつけることで恐ろしさを薄めている、あるいは親しみやすい名前を与えてご機嫌を取っている、という説。
たとえばイングランドの有名な妖精として「ロビン・グッドフェロー」がおり、これはシェイクスピアの『夏の夜の夢』では「パック」という妖精の異名の一つとされ、同時に「ホブゴブリン」であるとも書かれているが、その名前を直訳すると「いい奴のロビン」といった意味になる。しかしロビン・グッドフェローは陽気でおしゃべりだが、悪戯好きでよく人を困らせるので、単純な「いい奴」ではない。「ホブ」の由来である「ロビン」とはロビン・グッドフェローのことではないか、という説もあるが確証はないようだ。
「パック」はまた「グッドフェローズ」または「ホブゴブリン」と呼ばれることがあり、そして「ホブ」は「ロブ」または「ロビン」と呼ばれることがあります。これは「ロビン・グッドフェロー」というキャラクターの名前にまでさかのぼります。名前の「ロビン」は中英語に起源を持ち、古フランス語の「Robin」から派生しており、「Robert」という名前の愛称です。それは妖精を表現する際の「グッドフォーク」と同様に、妖精たちが悪戯好きでありながらおだてられやすい性格であることを利用しようとする、ある種の願望的思考と懐柔の試みを反映していました。
ともあれ、「ホブ」「ゴブリン」「ブラウニー」「パック」「ロビン・グッドフェロー」などは、もとは別々の存在だったのかもしれないが、それぞれ共通する性質を持っていて、次第に同一視されるようになっていった、ということではあるらしい。
日本のインターネットでは、しばしば「ホブとは善良という意味である」あるいは「ホブとは田舎という意味である」といった言説が見られるが、せいぜい「ホブというありふれた名前は田舎っぽい感じ・朴訥として善良なイメージを想起させる」というくらいのことであろう。「神秘的なものにありふれた名前をつけることで〜〜」というあたりの話を拡大解釈したものと思われる。まあ、指輪物語以降の現代的な「ゴブリン」のイメージからすれば、悪戯で済ませてくれる妖精は確かに「善良」と言えるかもしれないが。
ついでに、「ホブは古英語で大きいという意味」とか逆に「小さいという意味」といった言説もあるが、「Hob」の語源を確かめてみてもそのような事実はなさそうだ。
Will the Bank of Japan raise rates above zero?
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With mediocre wage growth, a stronger yen in prospect as US rates peak and reasons to prefer a steeper yield curve, the BoJ is unlikely to set a positive rate — although as with any central bank forecast, much depends on the incoming data. Robin Harding
スマッシュブラザーズの新規キャラクター参戦が発表されるたびにYoutubeにリアクション動画が投稿されて話題になっていますね！
自分もそのての動画を見て楽しんでいたのですが、リドリー参戦を見た時に気になったことがありました。
あれ？日本語ではすべて「リドリー参戦！」といった具合に「～参戦！」で統一されているけど、英語版はそれぞれ違っていてバリエーションがあるのかな？ …と
調べてもこれをまとめたのが見つからなかったので、まとめてみました。
| キャラクター名（日本語） | キャラクター名（英語） | 参戦！の英語表記 | 語句 | 語句の意味意味 | 言葉遊び？要素（推測） |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| むらびと | Villager | Villager Comes to Town! | - | - | - |
| ロックマン | Mega Man | Mega Man Joins the Battle! | - | - | - |
| Wii Fit トレーナ | Wii Fit Trainer | Wii Fit Trainer Weighs In! | weigh in | 計量する、割って入る、仲裁に入る | 計量する→体重測定？ |
| ロゼッタ＆チコ | Rosalina ＆ Luma | Rosalina ＆ Luma launch into battle! | launch into | 始める、門出する | Launch:（ロケットなどを）打ち上げる→ほうき星の天文台 |
| リトルマック | Little Mac | Little Mac Punches In! | punch in | 打ち込む | ボクサー |
| リザードン | Charizard | Charizard Fires it Up! | fire up | 火をつける、始動させる、駆り立てる | ほのおタイプポケモン |
| ゲッコウガ | Greninja | Greninja Makes A Splash! | make a splash | 音を立てる、あっと言わせる、水しぶきを上げる | みずタイプポケモン |
| パルテナ | Palutena | Palutena Alights! | alight | 降りる | （天から）降りる？ |
| パックマン | Pac-Man | Pac-Man Hungers for Battle! | hunger for | 切望する | Hunger←ゲーム性から |
| ルキナ | Lucina | Lucina Wakes Her Blade?! | - | - | ファイアーエンブレム 覚醒(Awakening)とかけてる？ |
| ルフレ | Robin | Robin Brings the Thunder! | - | - | サンダーソードという武器を使う |
| シュルク | Shulk | Shulk Foresees a Fight! | foresee | 見越す、予見する | 未来視という能力がある |
| クッパJr. | Bowser Jr. | Bowser Jr. Clowns the Competition! | clown | ふざける | いたずら |
| ダックハント | Duck Hunt | Duck Hunt Takes Aim! | take aim | 狙いを定める | カモを狙い撃つゲーム性から |
| ミュウツー | Mewtwo | Mewtwo Strikes Back! | strike back | 殴り返す、反撃する | ミュウツーの逆襲 |
| リュカ | Lucas | Lucas Comes Out of Nowhere! | come out of nowhere | 突然やってくる | リュカはノーウェア(Nowhere)島に住んでいる |
| ロイ | Roy | Roy Seals the Deal! | seal the deal | 契約を結ぶ、取引を固める | ロイは封印(seal)の剣の主人公 |
| リュウ | Ryu | Here Comes A New Challenger! Ryu | - | - | ストリートファイターの乱入時のメッセージ |
| クラウド | Cloud | Cloud Storms into Battle! | storm into | 押し入る、突入する | Storm Clouds（凶兆、悪いことが起こる前兆） |
| カムイ | Corrin | Corrin Chooses to Smash! | choose to do | 決める | ファイアーエンブレムifの「運命の分岐点」で選択肢を選ぶから |
| ベヨネッタ | Bayonetta | Bayonetta Gets Wicked! | - | - | - |
| リドリー | Ridley | Ridley Hits the Big Time! | hit the big time | 成功する、一流になる、大当たりする | Ridley is too big.というネットミーム |
| シモン | Simon | Simon Lashes Out! | lash out | 暴力で攻撃する、食って掛かる | Lash（ムチ）→メインウェポンがムチ |
| リヒター | Richter | Richter Crosses Over! | cross over | クロスオーバーする、枠を超える | Cross→横必殺技がクロス（十字架のブーメラン） |
| クロム | Chrom | Chrom Joins the Battle! | - | - | - |
| ダークサムス | Dark Samus | Dark Samus Joins the Battle! | - | - | - |
| キングクルール | King K. Rool | King K. Rool Comes Aboard! | come aboard | （船に）乗り込む、参加する | 船に乗り込む→キャプテン |
| しずえ | Isabelle | Isabelle Turns Over A New Leaf! | turn over a new leaf | 改心する、心機一転する | 「とびだせ どうぶつの森」の英語タイトルが「Animal Crossing: New Leaf」 |
| ケン | Ken | Ken Turns Up the Heat! | turn up the heat | 温度をあげる、強火にする、勢いを増す | ケンはリュウと違い、昇龍拳で火を噴く |
| ガオガエン | Incineroar | Incineroar Enters the Ring! | enter the ring | リングに入る | プロレス技を使うキャラクターなので |
| パックンフラワー | Piranha Plant | Piranha Plant Pipes Up! | pipe up | しゃべり（歌い）始める、甲高い声で話す、汲み上げる | 土管 |
| バンジョー＆カズーイ | Banjo-Kazooie | Banjo-Kazooie are Raring to Go! | raring to go | 今か今かと待ち切れない、～したくてしかたがない | 開発元がRare社 |
| 勇者 | Hero | The Hero Draws Near! | draw near | そこに向かって動く |
備考）ベヨネッタの「Get Wicked」は調べてもヒットせず、いまいちわかりませんでした。Wickedは「邪悪な、いたずらな」という意味
こうしてみるとキャラの特徴をとらえた言葉選びがあって面白いですね！
調べてたら発見した関連ページ
http://smashbrossp.net/archives/8777
https://smashbrosmatome.work/2018/09/17/post-3706/
追記）
遊んだことない元ネタのゲームが多く言葉遊び要素が分からなくて探すのに苦労しました。コメントでご指摘いただいた部分は修正してます。
| 通称 | 正式名 | パン | パンツ |
|---|---|---|---|
| ガルパン | ガールズ＆パンツァー | パンツァー | なし |
| ストパン | ストライクウィッチーズ | パンツ | パンツじゃない |
| ビビパン | ビビッドレッド・オペレーション | パンツ | あり |
| パンスト | パンティ＆ストッキングwithガーターベルト | パンティ | あり |
| アンパンマン | それいけ!アンパンマン | パン（いのちの星入り食用） | あり http://genki-project.jp/ |
| ワンパン | ワンパンマン | パンチ | ？ |
| ピーターパン | ピーター・パンあるいは大人になりたがらない少年 | パン（牧神） | なし |
| パパンがパン | Who Killed Cock Robin | パン（手拍子） | あり |
| ジャぱん | 焼きたて!! ジャぱん | パン（食用） | あり（漫画版） |
| パンドラ | 紅殻のパンドラ | パンドラ | あり |
| パンチラ | パンチライン | パンチラ | あり |
| ルパン | ルパン三世 | アルセーヌ・ルパン | あり |
| ジパング | ジパング | ジパング（大日本帝国でも戦後日本でもない新しい日本） | なし |
| パンドラ | パンツァードラグーン | パンツァー | なし |
| パンシザ | パンプキン・シザーズ | パンプキン | ？ |
| スカパン | スカシカシパンマン | タコノマクラ目スカシカシパン科 | ？ |
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仕事切り上げて
How to Begin and End Email
Beginnings and endings are a challenge in most activities, but in email getting off to a good start and ending positively will strengthen the communication and increase understanding.
Start with a specific subject line.
Choose the better subject line in each pair below:
1. a. New Phones
b. New Phone Installation: Your Action Required
2. a. Update on Development of Sales Model
3. a. Summer newsletter
b. 10 Great Tips for Summer vacation
In number 1, the second choice conveys a sense of urgency and action, whereas the first choice falls flat. In 2, the longer title focuses the reader on which update the email is explaining. In 3, you don’t really have much choice. Who would take a?
Next comes the greeting.
Examples:
• Hi, Fred and Lauri.
• Hi, team.
• Greetings, everyone
• Good morning, Sayed. (If Sayed this message in the morning)
• Jian, we are looking forward to meeting you next week.
• To: Finance and Administration Team
• To all employees:
• David,
• Ruth, Mala and Felicia:
The last five examples must be on a separate line at the top of the message. All the others can be either a separate line or at the beginning of a paragraph.
Choose the greeting that matches your relationship with the reader(s) and the purpose of the message. “Hi” is friendly but too informal in certain situations—for example, in response to a request for a proposal. “Hello” is friendly and professional. “Hey”is too informal and slangy for most messages.
“To” followed by a pronoun like “all” or the name of a group sounds professional but does not convey warmth. Warmth is required in all messages, but please remember that you must always consider the position of the receiver.
Avoid gender-based greetings such as “Ladies.” Even if the group you are writing it is all women, some among them will object to this greeting.
Do not greet people whose name is included on the Cc line. Only greet people whose names are on the To line of the email.
The punctuation of greetings is a topic for discussion. All the punctuation used in the list above is correct. Some people use “Hi team” and “Hello Robin” without the comma, but traditional writers retain the comma. The reason is that these words are in “direct address.” When we directly address the reader, as in “Hi, team” (or in the example that begins with “Jian”) the name is separated from the other words by a comma.
“Dear Mr. Mathews” is followed by a colon in a business letter and in an email that replaces a business letter. However, it is also acceptable to use a comma after a
“Dear” greeting in a business email.
In a quick exchange of email with someone it is not necessary to continually greet your reader. Compare such an exchange with putting the person on hold on the telephone. When you return to the phone call, you say, “Thanks for holding. I have the information: rather than “Hi Laurie.”
The last sentence of an email is like the last words of a phone call. They may be a quick signoff or a courteous close, depending on the formality of the communication.
Examples:
• See you in Tokyo!
• Have a great trip!
• I will email you in August to schedule lunch.
• Please call me again with any questions
• Thanks again for all your help with the design.
• Thank you for your cooperation. We appreciate the opportunity to work with you.
Avoid continually using “Have a great day!” or similar expression as your closing sentence. It became meaningless with constant use and it is a bad fit with email that communicates a policy or serious announcement.
It is not wise to save a request for action or approval until the end of the message. Email readers do not read to the end of a message when they believe they have gotten the main point already.
A complimentary close—yes or no?
Business letters typicall end with phrases called “complimentary closes” such as “Sincerely yours,” “Best wishes,”and “Best regards.” A complimentary close is not required in email. However, business email often uses such a close to sound formal, look professional, or simply communicate courteously.
Examples:
• Sincerely,(the most formal of the list)
• Best regards, (professional)
• Warm regards, (professional and warm, as you would expect)
• Regards, (less friendly than the other 2 regards choices)
• With best wishes, (or) Best wishes, ( professional)
• With thanks, (professional and grateful)
• Ciao! (friendly and rather informal)
• Cheers, (friendly)
A word like “Greetings” does not belong in a close. It may be used in the last sentence, though, to greet others who might see the message:
• Please give our greetings to Dr. Carr
• Greetings to your colleagues in Systems Research
Although people frequently use “Thanks” as a close, it is not standard, and careful writers avoid it. Do not use “Thanks in advance” as a close, because many people find it presumptuous. Rather than “Thanks” or “Thanks in advance,” create a better sentence, such as “Thanks for considering my request.” Or use “With thanks” as a complimentary close followed by a comma.
Advice for those who receive less-than-perfect Email. You will sometimes receive email that is less than perfect, which means you might feel a bit offended by them. My advice to you on this is to get through them and leave them behind. Bring a bright smile to your face and a kind tone to your email reply. Forgive those whose writing was clumsy, abrupt, or annoying. They were merely experiencing moments of being human and imperfect.
