Английский язык с Джеромом К. Джеромом. Трое в лодке, не считая собаки

The weather is a thing that is beyond me altogether (погода — это вещь выше меня = моего понимания; altogether — совсем, совершенно). I never can understand it (никогда не могу ее понять). The barometer is useless (барометр бесполезен): it is as misleading as the newspaper forecast (он так же обманывает, как прогноз в газете; to mislead — вводить в заблуждение; to lead — вести, указывать путь).

There was one hanging up in a hotel at Oxford at which I was staying last spring (барометр висел в одной гостинице в Оксфорде, в которой я остановился прошлой весной; to hang up — повесить, привешивать), and, when I got there, it was pointing to "set fair (и, когда я попал туда, он показывал «ясно»)." It was simply pouring with rain outside, and had been all day (снаружи прямо лило как из ведра, и это продолжалось весь день); and I couldn't quite make matters out (я совершенно не мог понять, в чем дело; to make out — понять, разобрать). I tapped the barometer, and it jumped up and pointed to "very dry (я постучал по барометру, и стрелка подпрыгнула и указала на «очень сухо»)." The Boots stopped as he was passing, and said he expected it meant to-morrow (коридорный, проходивший мимо, остановился и сказал, что полагает, барометр имеет в виду завтрашний день; to mean). I fancied that maybe it was thinking of the week before last, but Boots said, No, he thought not (я предположил, что, возможно, он вспоминает позапрошлую неделю: «неделю перед прошлой», но коридорный сказал «нет, не думаю»).

flimsy [ˈflɪmzɪ] commence [kǝˈmens] rheumatism [ˈru:mǝtɪzm]

The next morning we would read that it was going to be a "warm, fine to set-fair day; much heat;" and we would dress ourselves in flimsy things, and go out, and, half-an-hour after we had started, it would commence to rain hard, and a bitterly cold wind would spring up, and both would keep on steadily for the whole day, and we would come home with colds and rheumatism all over us, and go to bed.

The weather is a thing that is beyond me altogether. I never can understand it. The barometer is useless: it is as misleading as the newspaper forecast.

There was one hanging up in a hotel at Oxford at which I was staying last spring, and, when I got there, it was pointing to "set fair." It was simply pouring with rain outside, and had been all day; and I couldn't quite make matters out. I tapped the barometer, and it jumped up and pointed to "very dry." The Boots stopped as he was passing, and said he expected it meant to-morrow. I fancied that maybe it was thinking of the week before last, but Boots said, No, he thought not.