Companies appointed chief metaverse officers, and futurologists burbled about web 3.0.

各大公司任命了首席元宇宙总监，未来学家则对Web 3.0议论纷纷。

Louis tried to burble. He couldn't do it. No sound came.

路易斯试着说“波”。可他还是不能说。什么声音都没有。

He may find a last-minute rewinding ploy to keep both sides burbling a bit longer.

也许他还能找到缓兵之计，使两方继续谈判，但即使再拖下去，两国制的方针也很难真正实现。

Nathan's light was off, and along the corridor Ilaria's TV burbled distantly.

Nathan 的灯熄灭了，Ilaria 的电视沿着走廊远远地响起。

That people waste hours huddled around a wooden box listening to someone talking at them burbling inanities from somewhere else.

虚度大好光阴，围坐在一个木头盒子旁，听千里之外的人说些无聊的话。

Every spring, at the break of dawn, sagebrush  country fills with a strange burbling sound.

每年春天，黎明时分，艾树丛中都会充满奇的嗡嗡声。

Companies appointed chief metaverse officers, and futurologists burbled about web 3.0. The idea has not gone away.

公司任命了首席元宇宙官，未来学家们对 web 3.0 喋喋不休。 这个想法并没有消失。

The walkways sat in shadow, only the occasional muffled burble of a television behind the windows suggesting life deep within each small flat.

人行道坐落在阴影中，只有窗户后面电视偶尔发出低沉的嗡嗡声， 暗示着每个小公寓深处的生活。

And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!

而且，就在他站着的时候，Jabberwock，带着火焰的眼睛，呼啸着穿过 tulgey 的树林，并且在它来的时候发出咕噜咕噜的声音！

" Let me hear you burble! Go ahead and burble! Like this: burble, burble, burble."

“让我听你说‘波’好了！开始，‘波’！就像这样：波，波，波。”

Overlooking the East River, it was a warmly lit room, with rows of burbling tanks inhabited by octopuses, whose mysterious signals they hoped to decode.

这是一间光线温暖的房间，俯瞰着东河，里面有一排排咕咕作响的水箱，里面住着章鱼，他们希望破译章鱼的神秘信号。

Too many past attacks remain classified. Officials continue to burble the same warnings and assurances as they did 20 years ago; the public is left in the dark.

历史上太多网络攻击仍处于保密状态。而官员还是和20年前一样，空谈着同样的警告和保证，公众还是被蒙在鼓里。

Soon the lamb is rotating on its skewer, chicken is sizzling on the grill and falafel burbling in the deep-fryer (the cart is a symphony of efficient design, without an inch of wasted space).

很快，羊肉在串肉上旋转，鸡肉在烤架上滋滋作响，沙拉三明治在油炸锅里咕嘟咕嘟地响着（推车是高效设计的交响乐，没有一英寸的浪费空间）。

I didn't want to go back to my silent little room, with Ilaria's news program burbling down the corridor, its ghostly echoes of Sam, and the temptation to check my e-mail every fifteen minutes.

我不想回到我寂静的小房间，伊拉里亚的新闻节目在走廊里嗡嗡作响， 山姆幽灵般的回声， 以及每十分钟检查一次我的电子邮件的诱惑。