cut of one's jib

读音

• /ˌkʌt‿əv wʌnz ˈd͡ʒɪb/ Received-Pronunciation · General-American

释义

1. （人的） 外貌，外表，风格

   dated · idiomatic

   I have seen that girl on the deck, and I like the cut of her jib. I like the way she walks. Her independence suits me.

   1896, Robert Barr, chapter XIII, in A Woman Intervenes: Or The Mistress of the Mine, New York, N.Y.; London: Frederick A[bbott] Stokes Company, →OCLC, page 122:

   Jack thinks, by the cut of their jibs, they were Frenchmen, one an officer and the other his servant.

   1911, John Oxenham [pseudonym; William Arthur Dunkerley], “An Unexpected Guest”, in The Coil of Carne, Toronto, Ont.: The Copp, Clark Co., →OCLC, page 157:

   Mr Bloom watched her as she limped away. Poor girl! That's why she's left on the shelf and the others did a sprint. Thought something was wrong by the cut of her jib. Jilted beauty. A defect is ten times worse in a woman.

   1922 February，James Joyce，「[Episode 13: Nausicaa]」，收錄於Ulysses，Paris：Shakespeare and Company, […]，→OCLC，「part II [Odyssey]」，351頁：

   We were drawn together from the first as young men will be: we liked the cuts of each other's jibs: we were both sailors (and there is only one sea-service in spite of the guns and gold-lace) and then the far distant dim relationship gave us the feeling that many of the barriers, of race and faith and custom, were down from between us.

   1934, John Masefield, The Taking of the Gry, London: William Heinemann, →OCLC, page 22:

   "By the cut of their jibs I shall know them!" That's the way Ham Hamberger summed it up as he looked ahead to his coming battle employment, and speculated upon those with whom he would be called upon to serve—not knowing. And by the cut of their jibs he did know them when the time came, and they him, […]

   1959, Ken Jones, “The Eagles Gather”, in Destroyer Squadron 23: Combat Exploits of Arleigh Burke’s Gallant Force, Philadelphia, Pa.; New York, N.Y.: Book Division, Chilton Company, →OCLC, page 60:

   "You don't like me much, do you?" / "Let's just say I don't like the cut of your jib, Mr. Tate."

   2003 June, Ted Bell, chapter 42, in Hawke […], New York, N.Y.: Atria Books, →ISBN, page 277: