England My England and Other StoriesI英格兰我的英格兰.docx
- 文档编号:6130935
- 上传时间:2023-05-09
- 格式:DOCX
- 页数:31
- 大小:51.91KB
England My England and Other StoriesI英格兰我的英格兰.docx
《England My England and Other StoriesI英格兰我的英格兰.docx》由会员分享,可在线阅读,更多相关《England My England and Other StoriesI英格兰我的英格兰.docx(31页珍藏版)》请在冰点文库上搜索。
EnglandMyEnglandandOtherStoriesI英格兰我的英格兰
England,MyEnglandandOtherStories(I)英格兰,我的英格兰和其它故事集(英文版)
D.H.Lawrence
CONTENTS
England,MyEngland4
Tickets,Please32
England,MyEngland
Hewasworkingontheedgeofthecommon,beyondthesmallbrookthatraninthedipatthebottomofthegarden,carryingthegardenpathincontinuationfromtheplankbridgeontothecommon.Hehadcuttheroughturfandbracken,leavingthegrey,dryishsoilbare.Buthewasworriedbecausehecouldnotgetthepathstraight,therewasapleatbetweenhisbrows.Hehadsetuphissticks,andtakenthesightsbetweenthebigpinetrees,butforsomereasoneverythingseemedwrong.Helookedagain,straininghiskeenblueeyes,thathadatouchoftheVikinginthem,throughtheshadowypinetreesasthroughadoorway,atthegreen-grassedgarden-pathrisingfromtheshadowofaldersbythelogbridgeuptothesunlitflowers.Tallwhiteandpurplecolumbines,andthebutt-endoftheoldHampshirecottagethatcrouchedneartheearthamidflowers,blossominginthebitofshaggywildnessroundabout.
Therewasasoundofchildren'svoicescallingandtalking:
high,childish,girlishvoices,slightlydidacticandtingedwithdomineering:
'Ifyoudon'tcomequick,nurse,Ishallrunouttheretowheretherearesnakes.'Andnobodyhadthesangfroidtoreply:
'Runthen,littlefool.'Itwasalways,'No,darling.Verywell,darling.Inamoment,darling.Darling,youmustbepatient.'
Hisheartwashardwithdisillusion:
acontinualgnawingandresistance.
Butheworkedon.Whatwastheretodobutsubmit!
Thesunlightblazeddownupontheearth,therewasavividnessofflamyvegetation,offierceseclusionamidthesavagepeaceofthecommons.StrangehowthesavageEnglandlingersinpatches:
ashere,amidtheseshaggygorsecommons,andmarshy,snakeinfestedplacesnearthefootofthesouthdowns.Thespiritofplacelingeringonprimeval,aswhentheSaxonscame,solongago.
Ah,howhehadlovedit!
Thegreengardenpath,thetuftsofflowers,purpleandwhitecolumbines,andgreatorientalredpoppieswiththeirblackchapsandmulleinstallandyellow,thisflamygardenwhichhadbeenagardenforathousandyears,scoopedoutinthelittlehollowamongthesnake-infestedcommons.Hehadmadeitflamewithflowers,inasuncupunderitshedgesandtrees.Soold,sooldaplace!
Andyethehadre-createdit.
Thetimberedcottagewithitssloping,cloak-likeroofwasoldandforgotten.ItbelongedtotheoldEnglandofhamletsandyeomen.Lostallaloneontheedgeofthecommon,attheendofawide,grassy,briar-entangledlaneshadedwithoak,ithadneverknowntheworldoftoday.NottillEgbertcamewithhisbride.Andhehadcometofillitwithflowers.
Thehousewasancientandveryuncomfortable.Buthedidnotwanttoalterit.Ah,marvelloustositthereinthewide,black,time-oldchimney,atnightwhenthewindroaredoverhead,andthewoodwhichhehadchoppedhimselfsputteredonthehearth!
Himselfononesidetheangle,andWinifredontheother.
Ah,howhehadwantedher:
Winifred!
Shewasyoungandbeautifulandstrongwithlife,likeaflameinsunshine.Shemovedwithaslowgraceofenergylikeablossoming,red-floweredbushinmotion.She,too,seemedtocomeoutoftheoldEngland,ruddy,strong,withacertaincrude,passionatequiescenceandahawthornrobustness.Andhe,hewastallandslimandagile,likeanEnglisharcherwithhislongsupplelegsandfinemovements.Herhairwasnut-brownandallinenergiccurlsandtendrils.Hereyeswerenut-brown,too,likearobin'sforbrightness.Andhewaswhite-skinnedwithfine,silkyhairthathaddarkenedfromfair,andaslightlyarchednoseofanoldcountryfamily.Theywereabeautifulcouple.
ThehousewasWinifred's.Herfatherwasamanofenergy,too.Hehadcomefromthenorthpoor.Nowhewasmoderatelyrich.Hehadboughtthisfairstretchofinexpensiveland,downinHampshire.Notfarfromthetinychurchofthealmostextincthamletstoodhisownhouse,acommodiousoldfarmhousestandingbackfromtheroadacrossabaregrassedyard.Ononesideofthisquadranglewasthelong,longbarnorshedwhichhehadmadeintoacottageforhisyoungestdaughterPriscilla.Onesawlittleblue-and-whitecheckcurtainsatthelongwindows,andinside,overhead,thegrandoldtimbersofthehigh-pitchedshed.ThiswasPrissy'shouse.FiftyyardsawaywastheprettylittlenewcottagewhichhehadbuiltforhisdaughterMagdalen,withthevegetablegardenstretchingawaytotheoakcopse.Andthenawaybeyondthelawnsandrosetreesofthehouse-gardenwentthetrackacrossashaggy,wildgrassspace,towardstheridgeoftallblackpinesthatgrewonadyke-bank,throughthepinesandabovetheslopinglittlebog,underthewide,desolateoaktrees,tilltherewasWinifred'scottagecrouchingunexpectedlyinfront,somuchalone,andsoprimitive.
ItwasWinifred'sownhouse,andthegardensandthebitofcommonandtheboggyslopewerehers:
hertinydomain.Shehadmarriedjustatthetimewhenherfatherhadboughttheestate,abouttenyearsbeforethewar,soshehadbeenabletocometoEgbertwiththisforamarriageportion.Andwhowasmoredelighted,heorshe,itwouldbehardtosay.Shewasonlytwentyatthetime,andhewasonlytwenty-one.Hehadaboutahundredandfiftypoundsayearofhisown—andnothingelsebuthisveryconsiderablepersonalattractions.Hehadnoprofession:
heearnednothing.Buthetalkedofliteratureandmusic,hehadapassionforoldfolk-music,collectingfolk-songsandfolk-dances,studyingtheMorris-danceandtheoldcustoms.Ofcourseintimehewouldmakemoneyintheseways.
Meanwhileyouthandhealthandpassionandpromise.Winifred'sfatherwasalwaysgenerous:
butstill,hewasamanfromthenorthwithahardheadandahardskintoo,havingreceivedagoodmanyknocks.Athomehekeptthehardheadoutofsight,andplayedatpoetryandromancewithhisliterarywifeandhissturdy,passionategirls.Hewasamanofcourage,notgiventocomplaining,bearinghisburdensbyhimself.No,hedidnotlettheworldintrudefarintohishome.Hehadadelicate,sensitivewifewhosepoetrywonsomefameinthenarrowworldofletters.Hehimself,withhistougholdbarbarianfightingspirit,hadanalmostchild-likedelightinverse,insweetpoetry,andinthedelightfulgameofaculturedhome.Hisbloodwasstrongeventocoarseness.Butthatonlymadethehomemorevigorous,morerobustandChristmassy.TherewasalwaysatouchofChristmasabouthim,nowhewaswelloff.Iftherewaspoetryafterdinner,therewerealsochocolatesandnuts,andgoodlittleout-of-the-waythingstobemunching.
Wellthen,intothisfamilycameEgbert.Hewasmadeofquiteadifferentpaste.Thegirlsandthefatherwerestrong-limbed,thick-bloodedpeople,trueEnglish,asholly-treesandhawthornareEnglish.Theirculturewasgraftedontothem,asonemightperhapsgraftacommonpinkroseontoathornstem.Itfloweredoddlyenough,butitdidnotaltertheirblood.
AndEgbertwasabornrose.Theage-longbreedinghadlefthimwithadelightfulspontaneouspassion.Hewasnotclever,noreven'literary'.No,buttheintonationofhisvoice,andthemovementofhissupple,handsomebody,andthefinetextureofhisfleshandhishair,theslightarchofhisnose,thequicknessofhisblueeyeswouldeasilytaketheplaceofpoetry.Winifredlovedhim,lovedhim,thissoutherner,asahigherbeing.Ahigherbeing,mindyou.Notadeeper.Andasforhim,helovedherinpassionwitheveryfibreofhim.Shewastheverywarmstuffoflifetohim.
Wonderfulthen,thosedaysatCrockhamCottage,thefirstdays,allalonesaveforthewomanwhocametoworkinthemornings.Marvellousdays,whenshehadallhistall,supple,fine-fleshedyouthtoherself,forherself,andhehadherlikearuddyfireintowhichhecouldcasthimselfforrejuvenation.Ah,thatitmightneverend,thispassion,thismarriage!
Theflameoftheirtwobodiesburntagainintothatoldcottage,thatwashauntedalreadybysomuchby-gone,physicaldesire.Youcouldnotbeinthedarkroomforanhourwithouttheinfluencescomingoveryou.Thehotblood-desireofby-goneyeomen,thereinthisolddenwheretheyhadlustedandbredforsomanygenerations.Thesilenthouse,dark,withthick,timberedwallsandthebigblackchimney-place,andthesenseofsecrecy.Dark,withlow,littlewindows,sunkintotheearth.Dark,likealairwherestrongbeastshadlurkedandmated,lonelyatnightandlonelybyday,lefttothemselvesandtheirownintensityforsomanygenerations.Itseemedtocastaspellonthetwoyoungpeople.Theybecamedifferent.Therewasacurioussecretglowaboutthem,acertainslumberingflamehardtounderstand,thatenvelopedthemboth.TheytoofeltthattheydidnotbelongtotheLondonworldanymore.Crockhamhadchangedtheirblood:
thesenseofthesnakesthatlivedandsleptevenintheirowngarden,inthesun,sothathe,goingforwardwiththespade,wouldseeacuriouscoiledbrownishpileontheblacksoil,whichsuddenlywouldstartup,hiss,anddazzlerapidlyaway,hissing.OnedayWinifredheardthestrangestscreamfromtheflower-bedunderthelowwindowofthelivingroom:
ah,thestrangestscream,liketheverysoulofthedarkpastcryingaloud.Sheranout,andsawalongbrownsnakeontheflower-bed,andinitsflatmouththeonehindlegofafrogwasstrivingtoescape,andscreamingitsstrange,tiny,bellowingscream.Shelookedatthesnake,andfromitssullenflatheaditlookedather,obstinately.Shegaveacry,anditreleasedthefrogandslidangrilyaway.
ThatwasCrockham.Thespearofmoderninventionhadnotpassedthroughi
- 配套讲稿:
如PPT文件的首页显示word图标,表示该PPT已包含配套word讲稿。双击word图标可打开word文档。
- 特殊限制:
部分文档作品中含有的国旗、国徽等图片,仅作为作品整体效果示例展示,禁止商用。设计者仅对作品中独创性部分享有著作权。
- 关 键 词:
- England My and Other StoriesI英格兰我的英格兰 StoriesI 英格兰