The " shwa" is that " uh" like in butter or unutterable.

因为" shwa" 中" uh" 音与" butter" 和" unutterable" 中" uh" 音相同。

The schwa is that ah, like in butter or unutterable.

Schwa就像是黄油里或者是说不出来。

He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression.

他不讲话了，但我猜他有满腔说不出郁闷。

This belt was the most salient thing about him. It advertised his callowness—a callowness sheer and unutterable.

这条皮带是他浑身上下最惹眼东西，让人一看便知道他是个嫩小，是太嫩了。

There was nothing I could say, except the one unutterable fact that it wasn't true.

我无话可说，除了这个说不出来事实：事情不是这样。

And where the two met, ideas that once seemed unutterable started, to many, to sound like the future.

两者一旦相会，对许多人来说，曾经那些看似难以言说法都开始变得有可能了。

What unutterable pathos was in his voice!

他声音里是多么难言悲痛！

His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness.

他脸上带着难以形容沉重表情。

I could only prostrate myself upon the earth and groan in unutterable anguish.

我只能俯伏在地，痛苦地呻吟着。

I felt a cold sinking, as though some unutterable calamity had befallen me.

我感到一阵寒冷， 仿佛有什么无法形容灾难降临在我身上。

My bosom burns with love, with unutterable love, and love must be its return.

我胸膛燃烧着爱， 无法言喻爱， 而爱必须是它回报。

As I stood there, feelings of unutterable agony overwhelmed me.

当我站在那里时，一种无法言喻痛苦感将我淹没。

All between, through the soft circling of the dial's shadow, was loveliness and quiet unutterable.

透过表盘阴影柔和环绕， 这一切之间是无法言喻可爱和安静。

He tried to think of poor Linda, breathless and dumb, with her clutching hands and the unutterable terror in her eyes.

他努力着可怜琳妲，喘着气，手乱抓，眼里有说不出恐怖。

No one who has not seen Venice in April knows all the unutterable fascinations of that magic town.

没有人没有在四月去过威尼斯，就知道这个神奇小镇所有难以言喻魅力。

And there was nothing I could say, except the one unutterable fact that none of it was true.

...肇事逃逸 盖茨比畏罪自杀...我无话可说，除知道这些新闻没有一个是，却无法说出口。

One thing that makes English words really hard to spell is the schwa, the schwa is that uh, like in butter or unutterable.

难拼原因之一在于" 非重读央元音" [ə]，" 非重读央元音" 比如" butter" （黄油）和" unutterable" （说不出）里[ə]。

His eyes gazed into space, eyes terrifying in their unutterable sadness, eyes that already seemed to behold the dread unknown.

他双眼凝视着虚空， 眼中透出难以言喻悲伤， 眼神中透着恐怖， 仿佛已经看到了可怕未知。

Why was it that her unutterable, despairing pity for Nejdanov was mixed with a feeling of horror, dread, and shame?

为什么她对涅日丹诺夫说不出、绝望怜悯中夹杂着恐惧、害怕和羞愧？

But now I had reached a turning point in my existence— reached the threshold of unutterable wrong, and sorrow, and despair.

但现在我已经到达了我存在转折点— —到达了无法形容错误、悲伤和绝望门槛。