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Friday, 13 March 2009

『譯賞 · 悖論之美 』


“如今是这样的年代,读得太多而没时间欣赏,写得太多而没时间思想。”王尔德当年感叹道。他天女散花似的妙语隽言警句怪论,让全世界足足受用了一百年。♦


To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

爱自己就是开始延续一生的罗曼史。

The heart was made to be broken.

心是用来碎的。

The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.

公众惊人地宽容。他们可以原谅一切,除了天才。

I have nothing to declare except my genuis.

除了我的天才,我没什么好申报的。

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and

his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

梦想家只能在月光下找到前进的方向,

他为此遭受的惩罚是比所有人提前看到曙光。

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

生活是世上最罕见的事情,大多数人只是存在,仅此而已。

I don't want to earn my living; I want to live.

我不想谋生;我想生活。

What is a cynic?

A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing

一个愤世嫉俗的人知道所有东西的价格,却不知道任何东西的价值。

A true friend stabs you in the front.

真正的朋友才会当面中伤你。

There are only two tragedies in life:

one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

世上只有两类悲剧,有些人总是不能遂愿,而有些人总是心想事成。

A good name,like good will, is got by many action and lost by one.

一个好的名声,就像好的意向一样,

在很多个举动的形成,在一个举动中失去。

Everyone is born king,and most people die in exile.

每个人生来都是君王,但大多数在流亡中死去。

When I was young , I used to think that money was

the most important thing in life , now that I am old , I know it is.

我年青时以为金钱至上,而今年事已迈,发现果真如此。

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.

看似痛苦的试炼往往是伪装的祝福。

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

每次人们赞同我的时候,我都觉得自己一定错了。

Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend,

but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success.

任何人都可以为一个朋友的不幸感到同情,

但一个人需要非常优良的天性来为一个朋友的成功感到高兴。

The world has been made by fools that wise men should live in it.

愚人创造了这个世界,智者不得不活在其中。

Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities.

奚落是庸才对天才的颂歌。

We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.

我们教给人们如何记忆,却从来不教他们如何成长。

Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time

to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.

教育是一件可敬的事,但要时刻牢记,

没有什么值得知道的事是教得会的。

I am not young enough to know everything.

我还没有年轻到什么都懂的地步。

I like talking to a brick wall,

it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me.

我喜欢对一堵墙说话,世界上只有它不会反驳我。

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all morning,

and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.

我整个早上都在校对自己的一首诗,我去掉了一个逗号。

下午我又把它加上去了。

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

我们都生活在阴沟里,但仍有人仰望星空。

We Irish are too poetical to be poets;

we are a nation of brilliant failures,

but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks.

我们爱尔兰人太诗意以至不能做诗人,

我们的国家里充满才华横溢的失败者,

可我们是自希腊人以来最伟大的说空话之人。

Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.

不满是个人或民族迈向进步的第一步。

Ignorance is like a delicate flower: touch it and the bloom is gone.

无知就像是一朵精致的花朵:摸一下,它就消失了。

No great artist ever sees things as they really are.

If he did he would cease to be an artist.

伟大的艺术家看不到事物的真实。

如果他看到了,就不再是艺术家。

One can always be kind to people one cares nothing about.

一个人总是可以善待他毫不在意的人。

It is characteristic of all deep human problems that they are

not to be approached without some humor and some bewilderment.

所有人类的重大问题都有一个共同点:

没有点幽默和疯狂是没办法解决的。

The difference between journalism and literature is that

journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.

报纸和文学的区别是,报纸没法读,而文学则没人读。

The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on.

It is never of any use to oneself.

对于忠告,你所能做的,就是把它奉送给别人,

忠告从来就不是给自己准备的。

A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.

一个人倘若不为自己思考,那就从未思考过。

Young men want to be faithful, and are not;

old men want to be faithless, and cannot.

年轻人想要有信仰,但他们却没有;

老年人不想要有信仰,但却办不到。

An excellent man; he has no enemies;

and none of his friends like him.

一个极其优秀的人。他没有敌人,

而他的朋友也没有一个喜欢他的。

Sunday, 15 February 2009

『譯作 · A PAINFUL CASE』



悲痛的往事(节选)


[爱尔兰] 詹姆斯·乔伊斯


译 / 顾忆青


(译文) 修订本

(感谢 Shannon 的指导)


走到麦迦津山的山顶时,他停了下来,沿着河流向都柏林望去,寒夜中的城市泛着宜人的红光。他朝山坡下看去山脚下那座公园围墙的阴影里,依稀可见横躺着的斑驳人影。那些用金钱换来的隐密艳情,使他陷入绝望之中。他自己那正人君子的生活苦恼不已,他觉得自己是生活盛宴的局外人。有人似乎爱上过他,然而他却拒绝给予她生命和幸福。他给那女人定下了“不知廉耻”的罪状,致使她在羞愧中死去。他知道公园围墙那些人正注视着他,巴望着他赶快离开。谁也不需要他,他是生活盛宴的局外人。他将目光转向那条灰暗中微光闪烁的河流,河水正朝着都柏林蜿蜒流淌。他看见河对岸的一辆货车正迂回驶出国王桥车站,如同一条弯曲蠕动的蚯蚓,顶着火焰般赤红色的脑袋,倔强而又费力地穿过夜色。货车缓缓从他视线中消失,但机车吃力沉闷的嗡嗡声仍在耳畔,似乎在重复着她名字的每一个音节。

他转身按原路返回,机车那富有节奏的声响仍不绝于耳。他开始怀疑记忆中的那一切都是不是真的。在一棵树下,他停了下来直到这轰鸣的节奏声逐渐淡去。黑暗中,他感觉不到她在自己身边,也听不到她的声音。他又听了几分钟,什么也没有听到:夜,出奇地静。他再次去听:还是出奇地静。他觉得自己已是孤身一人。


(原稿)


当他走到麦迦津山的山顶时,他停了下来,沿着河流向都柏林望去,寒夜中的城市泛着宜人的红光。他朝山坡下眺望,只见山脚下,那座公园围墙的阴影里,依稀可见横躺着的斑驳人影。那些用金钱换来的隐密艳情,使他陷入绝望之中。他那正人君子的生活令他苦恼不已,他觉得自己是生活盛宴的局外人。有人似乎爱上过他,然而他却拒绝给予她生命和幸福。他在心里给那女人定下了不知廉耻的罪状,致使她在羞愧中死去。他知道公园围墙边躺着的那些人正注视着他,巴望着他赶快离开。谁也不需要他,他是生活盛宴的局外人。他将目光转向那条灰暗中微光闪烁的河流,河水正朝着都柏林蜿蜒流淌。在河的对岸,他看见一辆货车正迂回驶出国王桥车站,如同一条弯曲蠕动的蚯蚓,顶着火焰般赤红色的脑袋,倔强而又费力地穿过黑暗的夜色。货车缓缓从他视线中消失,但机车吃力沉闷的嗡嗡声仍不绝于耳,似乎在重复着她名字的每一个音节。

他转过身去按原路返回,机车那富有节奏的声响在他的耳畔轰鸣。他开始怀疑记忆中的那一切都是不是真的。在一棵树下,他停下了脚步,等这轰鸣的节奏声逐渐淡去。黑暗中,他感觉不到她在自己身边,耳边也没有了她的声音。他又听了几分钟,什么也没有听到:夜,出奇地静。他再次去听:还是出奇地静。他觉得自己已是孤身一人。


(原文)


A Painful Case

(Excerpt)


by James Joyce


When he gained the crest of the Magazine Hill he halted and looked along the river towards Dublin, the lights of which burned redly and hospitably in the cold night. He looked down the slope and, at the base, in the shadow of the wall of the Park, he saw some human figures lying. Those venal and furtive loves filled him with despair. He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he had been outcast from life's feast. One human being had seemed to love him and he had denied her life and happiness: he had sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame. He knew that the prostrate creatures down by the wall were watching him and wished him gone. No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast. He turned his eyes to the grey gleaming river, winding along towards Dublin. Beyond the river he saw a goods train winding out of Kingsbridge Station, like a worm with a fiery head winding through the darkness, obstinately and laboriously. It passed slowly out of sight; but still he heard in his ears the laborious drone of the engine reiterating the syllables of her name.

He turned back the way he had come, the rhythm of the engine pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what memory told him. He halted under a tree and allowed the rhythm to die away. He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.


关于作者:James Joyce


詹姆斯·乔伊斯(1882-1941),爱尔兰作家和诗人,是二十世纪最伟大的作家之一。他的“意识流”宏篇巨著《尤利西斯》(Ulysses, 1922)在世界文学史上具有划时代的意义。他的代表作还有短篇小说集《都柏林人》(Dubliners, 1914)、《一个青年艺术家的画像》(A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, 1916)、《为芬尼根守灵》(Finnegans Wake, 1939)。

尽管乔伊斯一生大部分时光都远离故土爱尔兰,但早年在祖国的生活经历却对他的创作产生了深远的影响,他所创作的小说大多根植于他早年在都柏林的生活。他谙熟欧洲大陆作家作品,受易卜生影响尤深,并渐渐表现出对人类精神世界特殊的感悟及对家庭笃信的宗教和自己生活环境中的习俗、传统的叛逆。大学毕业后,曾与当时的爱尔兰文艺复兴运动有所接触,不久即成为其对立面。同年,迫于经济压力及为摆脱家庭宗教和自身狭隘环境的束缚,自行流亡到欧洲大陆,先后在法国、瑞士、意大利过着流离的生活,广泛地吸取欧洲大陆和世界文化的精华。乔伊斯是用英文写作的现代主义作家中将国际化因素和乡土化情节结合最好的人,他作品中所表现出来的对民族对国家的热爱,深深感动着爱尔兰人民。


作品主题:


这个世界是否存在着达菲先生所喜欢的事物呢,他认为就是“过去”。我们在前面已经谈到,“过去”或“往事”是乔伊斯非常喜欢用的一个概念,往往意味着幸福的回忆,但这个概念实际上是非常抽象而空洞的(没有什么实质性的内容),乔伊斯只是在某种象征的意义上使用它,用来反衬“现实生活”的绝望与无趣。在达菲先生看来,他内心的绝望感的最重要的来源就是世界的与人的精神的双重“混乱”。为了与这种无处不在的混乱相抗衡,他用自己的全部生活建立起个人的“清洁”与“秩序”,就象陀思妥耶夫所说的那样,希望在无望的人间建立起上帝的天国。而他把自己一生的全部奋斗与抗争,耗费在整理自己的居室的日复一日的劳作中,这是一个意味深长的“代偿行为”,也是一个充满反讽的寓言。他的房间越清洁,他个人心灵的自闭壁垒也就越厚;他自以为是的步伐越坚定,他内心的迷茫感也就越深刻。他看上去忙得很,工作,看书,写作,参加墓地仪体告别仪式,在圣诞节访问他的亲戚,甚至他还去剧院听音乐会,他这样做似乎只有一个目的,避免自己处在“闲暇”之中,与其说憎恶“闲暇”和无所事事,不如说他害怕面对自己的内心。

我以为乔伊斯的用意是为了让这段离奇而温馨的情感纠葛来测量一下主人公达菲先生的虚无的深度。所以,在《悲痛的往事》中,悲剧的主角并不是埃米莉·辛尼科太太,而恰恰是达菲先生本人。达菲觉得自己是一个“被人生的盛宴排斥在外的人”,他活着,而在某种意义上他已经死了。他没有了爱欲,没有了生活的动力与激情,甚至丧失了基本的意愿。假如说,达菲的身体与精神状况已完全麻木,他的悲剧性也许还没有那么深刻。问题在于,他理智还能隐约感觉到自己的荒谬,他与爱米莉的交往显然不完全是被动的,他甚至主动接近对方,“抓住机会同她亲热一番”,只有当对方表现了明显“爱情”的信号时,他才发现自己的内心已经死去,没有任何能力。这一点,我们在埃米莉死后,达菲的追悔与悲伤也可以看得比较清楚。我个人认为,尽管乔伊斯在篇小说中使用了淡淡的揶揄和讽刺,但达菲先生的精神状况正是这个时期乔伊斯本人的真实写照。

(格非:都柏林人》小说讲稿)


延伸阅读:

A Painful Case
from James Joyce "Dubliners"

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

『譯作 · Koala Rescued from Australia's Wildfire Wasteland』


澳洲山火肆虐 考拉主动“讨水”


编译 / 顾忆青


译自:《国际论坛先驱报》
( International Herald Tribune )


【译者按】连日来,澳大利亚东南部维多利亚州山火肆虐,引起各方关注。今天,国内外各大媒体相继报道和刊载了下面这张照片:往日十分害羞的树袋熊,难得主动地向消防员“求救”,令人动容。这幅温情脉脉的场景,使得惨剧不断的山火灾害流露出别样的滋味。人们感受到了生命的力量,对于未来逐渐充满信心。


(Mark Pardew/The Associated Press)


(The Associated Press) SYDNEY: It was a chance encounter in the charred landscape of Australia's deadly wildfires: A koala sips water from a bottle offered by a firefighter.

David Tree noticed the koala moving gingerly on scorched paws as his fire patrol passed. Clearly in pain, the animal stopped when it saw Tree.

"It was amazing, he turned around, sat on his bum and sort of looked at me with (a look) like, put me out of my misery," Tree told The Associated Press on Tuesday. "I yelled out for a bottle of water. I unscrewed the bottle, tipped it up on his lips and he just took it naturally.

"He kept reaching for the bottle, almost like a baby."

The team called animal welfare officers to pick up the koala Sunday, the day after deadly firestorms swept southern Victoria state.

"I love nature, and I've handled koalas before. They're not the friendliest things, but I wanted to help him," Tree said.

Often mistakenly called koala bears because they resemble a child's teddy bear, the marsupial is actually a rather grumpy creature with a loud growl. It rarely comes down from the trees and doesn't like walking.

Koalas are especially vulnerable to wildfires because they move slowly on the ground.

The wildfires cut through parks and forests and sent countless wombats and other native species fleeing. One resident reported seeing kangaroos bouncing down the road with flames at their backs.

The fires also razed farmland, killing or panicking sheep and cattle. Television footage showed cows running down the main street of a smoke-filled town.

A count of the animals killed has not been made.

Tree said he found the koala in a burned-out forest near Mirboo North, about 90 miles (150 kilometers) east of Melbourne, Victoria's capital.

Koalas normally drink almost no water because they get almost all their fluids from the leaves they eat.

After the scorched koala sipped from the water bottle and Tree's crew moved on, animal welfare officials came by.

The koala was in pain but recovering with antibiotics, Jenny Shaw of the Mountain Ash Wildlife Shelter told Melbourne's The Herald Sun newspaper.

"She is lovely — very docile — and she has already got an admirer. A male koala keeps putting his arms around her," Shaw was quoted as saying. "

It will be a long road to recovery, but she should be able to be released back into the wild in about five months."

The Royal Society for the Protection of Animals said it was establishing shelters to care for thousands of pets and livestock affected by the fires.

Despite her gender, the now famous koala is nicknamed Sam. ♦


【Words & Expressions】


► charred v. 烧焦 ► sip v. 吸吮 ► gingerly adv. 小心翼翼地

► scorch v. 烧焦 ► patrol n. 巡逻 ► bum n. [俚] 屁股

► marsupial n. 有袋动物 ► grumpy adj. 性情乖戾► wombat n. 袋熊

► raze v. 夷为平地 ► docile adj. 驯良温顺的 ► livestock n. 牲畜

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► yell out (for) phr v. 呼喊 ► tip up phr v. (使)倾斜;(使)一边翘起

► put sb. out of one's misery 使(某人)摆脱痛苦;(某人)不再提心吊胆


(译文)

(美联社2月10日悉尼):

澳洲致命山火中的特殊邂逅:消防员给一只受伤的考拉喂水。

消防员戴维·特里在执行灭火任务时发现,一只考拉正拖着烧伤的爪子缓慢地移动。显然它受了重伤,但当它看到特里时便立刻停了下来。特里10日在接受美联社记者的采访时说:“这实在太不可思议了!它环顾四周,坐了下来,然后看着我,仿佛要我救它。我打开一瓶水喂给它,它很自然地喝了起来,抓着瓶子,像个婴儿。”

消防员们随即通知了当地野生动物官员。澳大利亚动物福利组织当天已把这只考拉带走,而就在前一天山火严重肆虐了维多利亚州南部地区。

特里表示:“我热爱动物,我曾经照看过考拉。尽管他们不是最友好的动物,但我仍愿意帮助它。”

考拉之所以被称为“树袋熊”,是因为他们和孩子手中玩的泰迪熊长得很像,然而这种有袋动物却脾气暴躁,常喜欢大声咆哮。它们很少下树,也不喜欢在地上爬行,因而一旦山火来袭,它们便显得十分脆弱。

这场山火摧毁了大片公园和森林,使得袋熊等野生动物惊慌失措,四处奔逃。一位当地居民甚至看到一只尾巴着火的袋鼠逃到了公路上。大火同样将许多农场夷为平地,牛羊家畜损失惨重。电视画面中显示,在一座被烧焦的小镇里,一群奶牛在道路上奔逃。在这场山火中,野生动物伤亡惨重。

在维州首府墨尔本东南约150公里的米尔布诺思附近,戴维·特里在一片烧焦了的森林里发现了这只考拉。由于能够从桉树叶中得到足够多的水分,因此考拉一般不喝水。在给这只受伤的考拉喂完水后,特里一行队员又向灾区继续前行,随后澳大利亚动物福利组织来到了这里。

花楸野生动物收容所的工作人员詹妮·肖向墨尔本《先驱太阳报》透露,虽然这只考拉受了伤,但在注射了抗生素后它便能够康复。“她太可爱了,还很温顺,并且有一只雄性考拉一直抱着她,可见她已经有了追求者。她的康复过程将会十分漫长,但大约在五个月后,她会被放归大自然。”

澳大拉亚皇家动物保护协会说,他们正在筹建一个动物庇护所,供遭受到火灾影响的宠物和家畜栖身。

也许是营救的时候还不知道她的性别,这只因大火出了名的雌性考拉被取了个男孩的名字叫“萨姆”。


译外闲谈:


这幅温馨的画面,勾起了我在澳洲旅行的记忆。想起了悉尼海德公园的绿意盎然,想起了布里斯班动物园的那只树袋熊,想起了伊丽莎白老师那句临别赠言:Don't forget the blue sky and the red shoes!

盖逝者如斯夫,别君四载!



Sunday, 8 February 2009

『譯作 · THE LIMNER』



画匠(节选)

[英] 朱利安·巴恩斯

译 / 顾忆青

(译文)


维兹华斯开始关心起顾客对他说的话了。虽然在他看来这很重要,但他始终没让自己的视线离开画笔。他指着一本装订像样的笔记本让顾客把话写下来。这本子里记着的都是那些曾经被画像的人褒贬不一的留言,有些倒是挺明智,有些则显得很愚蠢。他也可能会随手翻到一页,就让顾客写下适当的意见。一旁已经写有过去某个顾客的留言,那可能是五年甚至十年以前的事了。迄今为止,这个征税员的留言最无新意可言,就如同他马甲上那些中规中矩的纽扣,更别提有趣了。幸运的是,画这个马甲,维兹华斯可是收费的,然而满足顾客的额外要求则不一样了。当然,事实要复杂得多。他画马甲、假发和马裤的时候,其实就是按照顾客的要求画的——确切地说,画的是整个身体。马甲和马裤将他下半身画了出来,假发和帽子则勾勒出下面的脑袋。在某些情况下,这只是一种夸张的画法,随便哪个脑袋其实都一样。


(原文)

The Limner
(Excerpt)

by Julian Barnes

From the edge of his eye, Wadsworth became aware that his client had spoken, but he did not divert his gaze from the tip of his brush. Instead he pointed to the bound notebook in which so many sitters had written comments, expressed their praise and blame, wisdom and fatuity. He might as well have opened the book at any page and asked his client to select the appropriate remark left by a predecessor five or ten years before. The opinions of this customs collector so far had been as predictable as his waistcoat buttons, if less interesting. Fortunately, Wadsworth was paid to represent waistcoats, not opinions. Of course, it was more complicated than that: to represent the waistcoat, and the wig, and the breeches, was to represent an opinion—indeed, a whole corpus of them. The waistcoat and breeches showed the body beneath, as the wig and hat showed the brain beneath—though, in some cases, it was a pictorial exaggeration to suggest that any brains lay beneath.


关于作者Julian Barnes

朱利安·巴恩斯(1946-),英国后现代主义作家。自1980年以来,他就跻身于英国80年代最具影响力的作家群之列,他和马丁·艾米斯(Martin Amis)、伊恩·麦克伊万(Ian McEwan,《赎罪》的作者)一道成为当代英国文坛的佼佼者。他下笔极有灵气,睿智过人,文字俏丽圆熟,技艺炉火纯青。凭借其《福楼拜的鹦鹉》(Flaubert's Parrot, 1984)、《英格兰,英格兰》(England, England, 1998)、《亚瑟与乔治》(Arthur & George, 2005),巴恩斯三度冲击“布克奖”;他还曾获得“杰弗里·费伯纪念奖”、“福斯特奖”、“古腾堡奖”、“莎士比亚奖”及法国“美第契外国作品奖”(1986)和“费米娜外国小说奖”(1992)。


延伸阅读:

The Limner by Julian Barnes
(from The New Yorker, January 5, 2009 )


Tuesday, 3 February 2009

『譯作 · A VIEW OF MOUNTAINS』



唯见青山(选段)


[美] 乔纳森·谢尔

译 / 顾忆青

(译文)

从山端庸介所拍摄的照片中,我们能够窥见世界末日的图景。但现如今,我们所面临的挑战,不仅仅是认识到核武器造成的巨大危害,而且还要把握天赐良机彻底消除它。值此之际,我们似乎还需要另一张照片,一张能够平复长崎的毁灭所带来的伤痛的照片,彰显我们成功所得的希望而非战败所失的家园。然而,那张照片该是什么样子的? 我们如何呈现世界末日的反面?难道是受创之前完好无损又生机勃勃的长崎?或许是幸免于难的九洲岛? 难道是一个孩子,一对母子?或者就是我们赖以生存的地球本身?看起来很难找到一幅合适的画面,因为对于现在和未来所有人的生命,我们如何给这般无穷变幻的事物,赋予一个具体有形的呈现? 对世界末日的想象抑或是对现世延续的憧憬,必定是不甚全面的。唯有付诸行动才能令人满意。

终有一天,来临的新一代有能力照顾自己。而现在,我们应该鼓起勇气、坚守信念,秉承集体意志,去确保他们生存的权利,惟有这样他们方才得以存活。付此行动是现在活着的这几代人最为重大的责任。时间的赠与的永远是生命的礼物,如果我们明白该如何接受这个礼物的话。

(原文)

A View of Mountains
(Excerpt)


by Jonathan Schell


Yamahata's pictures afford a glimpse of the end of the world. Yet in our day, when the challenge is not just to apprehend the nuclear peril but to seize a God-given opportunity to dispel it once and for all, we seem to need, in addition, some other picture to counterpoise against ruined Nagasaki - one showing not what we would lose through our failure but what we would gain by our success. What should that picture be, though? How do you show the opposite of the end of the world? Should it be Nagasaki, intact and alive, before the bomb was dropped -- or perhaps the spared city of Kokura? Should it be a child, or mother and child or the earth itself? None seems adequate, for how can we give definite form to that which can assume infinite forms, namely the lives of all human beings, now and in the future? Imagination, faced with either the end of the world or its continuation, must remain incomplete. Only action can satisfy.

Once, the arrival in the world of new generations took care of itself. Now, they can come into existence only if, through an act of faith and collective will, we ensure their right to exist. Performing that act is the greatest of the responsiblity of the generations now alive. The gift of time is the gift of life, forever, if we know how to receive it.


关于作者:Jonathan Schell

乔纳森·谢尔(1943- ),是美国著名的改革派作家、耶鲁大学全球化研究中心访问学者,先后执教于耶鲁、普林斯顿以及哈佛等名校。他定期为《哈拨斯》(Harpen’s)、《外交事务》(Foreign Affairs)和《国家》(The Nation)等知名杂志撰稿。年轻时还一度作为《纽约客》(The New Yorker)杂志记者赴前线报道越南战争。这些经历使得他善于把握时代主题,并懂得如何以最清晰、最吸引人的方式向公众作阐述。主要著作有《边水村庄》(The Village of Ben Suc)、《地球的命运》(The Fate of the Earth)(1982年获普利策奖)、《不可征服的世界:力量、非暴力和人民的意志》(The Unconquerable World: Power, Nonviolence, and the Will of the People)等。 本文选自他的作品《时间的礼物:现在终止核武器》(The Gift of Time: The Case for Abolishing Nuclear Weapons Now)。


作品主题:


《唯见青山》这篇议论文从山端庸介的照片展开,作为核爆后第一个到达长崎的摄影师,他拍下长崎遭到原子弹轰炸后的情景。但是这些照片直到50年后才在纽约展出。此时,重要的已经不是照片本身,而是它们所蕴含的深意,为我们敲响了警钟,只要原子弹继续存在一天,人类就时刻生存在毁灭的阴影之下。作者呼吁我们这一代人勇敢地肩负起自己的责任,坚决销毁原子弹,给我们的子孙后代留下一个安全的成长环境。

Thursday, 29 January 2009

『譯賞 · The Prophet - On Self-knowledge 』


The Prophet
On Self-knowledge

Kahlil Gibran

And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge.
And he answered, saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must
needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.


Say not, "I have found the truth" but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul."
Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.



先知 · 论自知

[黎巴嫩] 纪伯伦


(一) 冰心 译:

于是一个男人说,请给我们讲自知。
他回答说:
在宁静中,你的心知道了白日和黑夜的奥秘
但你的耳朵渴求听到你心的知识的声音。
你愿在意念中所了解的,能从语言中知道。
你愿能用手指去抚触你的赤裸的梦魂。

你要这样做是好的。
你的心灵隐秘的涌泉,必须升溢,吟唱着奔向大海;
你的无穷深处的宝藏,必须在你目前呈现。
但不要用秤来衡量你的未知的珍宝,
也不要用杖竿和响带去探测你的知识的浅深。
因为自我乃是一片无边无际的海。

不要说"我找到了真理",只要说“我找到了一条真理”。
不要说“我找到了灵魂的道路”,
只要说“我遇见了灵魂在我的道路上行走”。
因为灵魂在一切的道路上行走。
灵魂不只在一条道路上行走,也不是芦草似地生长。
灵魂如同一朵千瓣的莲花,自己开放着。

(二) 林志豪

一位男子说,请给我们讲讲自知的事,
他于是说到。
你们是心灵在静谧中领悟昼夜的秘密。
你们的耳朵却渴望聆听你们心的知识的声音。
你们想用语言解析那原本用 思想理解的东西。
你们想用手指触碰梦中赤裸的实体。

这是你们本该做的。
你们灵魂中潜藏的泉源必将喷涌,澎湃着流向大海。
你们无法揣度的宝藏将展现在你们面前。
但不要用天平称量那未知的宝藏。
不要用标尺或测绳来探量你们的知识。
因为自我是广阔的无法度量的大海。

不要说,我找到了真理,
而是说,我找到了一条真理。
不要说我找到了灵魂之路,
而是说,我遇到了在我小径上漫步的灵魂。
因为灵魂在一切道路上漫步。
灵魂不只在一条道路上行走,也不象芦苇一样成长。
灵魂伸展自我,犹如一朵有着无数花瓣的莲花绽放。



(三) 秦川 译:



宁静之心,可知昼夜阴阳之奥妙。
然心声外闻于耳,亦为殷盼。
美哉,言辞可承意念之风澜;
妙哉,十指可触蝶梦之胴体。

斯为上善。
灵魄之甘泉须涌溢而奔流东海,
精气之瑰藏须斧凿而毕现眼帘。
莫以臆妄之枰量未知之宝,
或以空徒之杖测无极之渊。
嗟乎!沧浪有涯,心海无边!

道者,可寻而诚不可通明也;
魂者,可遇而终不可永携也。
至真性情,广行千途,
不似芦草,惟复秋春。
是以, 心如千瓣莲,开落自有声。


关于作者Kahlil Gibran

      纪·哈/卡里·纪伯伦[جبران خليل جبران](Khalil Gibran, 1883~1931),黎巴嫩诗人、作家、画家。被称为“艺术天才”、“黎巴嫩文坛骄子”,是阿拉伯现代小说和艺术散文的主要奠基人,二十世纪阿拉伯新文学道路的开拓者之一。他和泰戈尔一样都是近代东方文学走向世界的先驱,“站在东西方文化桥梁上的巨人”。并有评论说“上帝的先知于其身复活”。同时,以他为中坚形成的阿拉伯第一个文学流派——叙美派(即“阿拉伯侨民文学”),全球闻名。纪伯伦认为要唱出“母亲心里的歌”,作品多以“爱”和“美”为主题,通过大胆的想象和象征的手法,表达深沉的感情和远大的理想,是阿拉伯近代文学史上第一个使用散文诗体的作家。他的作品既有理性思考的严肃与冷峻,又有咏叹调式的浪漫与抒情。他善于在平易中发掘隽永,在比喻中启示深刻的哲理。他清丽流畅的语言征服了一代代世界读者。著有散文诗集《先知》、《泪与笑》、《沙与沫》等。


关于作品:《先知》

      本诗选自纪伯伦的代表作《先知》,作品以一位智者临别赠言的方式,论述爱与美、生与死、婚姻与家庭、劳作与安乐、法律与自由、理智与热情、善恶与宗教等一系列人生和社会问题,充满比喻和哲理的东方色彩。纪伯伦并自绘浪漫情调和深刻寓意的插图。


延伸阅读


《先知》与纪伯伦:http://leb.net/gibran/

纪伯伦先知网:http://www.joy8.org.cn/


Saturday, 24 January 2009

『譯作 · FIRST SNOW』



初雪(选段)

[加拿大] 吉丽安·道格拉斯

译 / 顾忆青

(译文)


      一天夜晚,当我从隐居的小屋向窗外望去,金黄的灯光下,柔软的雪花悄无声息地悠然飘落。整整一宿,飞雪纷扬不息。梯尔河的流水渐入宁静,喧嚣的森林归于沉寂。黎明时分,溪流川谷、林木群山已是白雪一片,皑皑动人。
      天蒙蒙亮,我便出了家门,屋外静谧无声,甚至连我的呼吸都成了一种打扰。北边的山峰泛出灰蓝的色泽,而西边的天空夜色还未消散。不断漫延的淡粉色晕染着东南边广袤的天际。我抬头仰望,依稀可见晨曦中的星宿,正俯瞰着这片白茫茫的世界。
      顷刻之间,整个天空有如火焰般一派红光。寒冷和沉静压弯了树枝,晶莹的冰雪覆盖了树桩,倒落的残木宛若披上了银装。遍生野莓的树丛间,随处可见嫩生的白色马勃菌,像是缀满珠宝的棉絮。铁杉和雪松光秃秃的树根已然成了石英和橄榄石砌成的洞穴。
      大雪过后,常青树最是可人,被积雪压弯的白色树枝垂挂在树干上,如同一只为抵御严寒而合拢翅膀的巨鸟。
      然而,小雪之后,最美的当属落叶树了。它们有如烟雾般飘渺轻盈,似乎是沿着河岸飘去,但又脆弱得不堪一击,仿佛这水声也能将它们震碎。银丝细缕的灌木丛恍若置身幻境,它好似轻得可以踮起脚尖,哪怕最轻柔的微风也会吹落枝梢上微微闪烁的雪花,徒留空荡的枝条,叫人怜爱不已。

(原文)

First Snow
(Excerpt)


Gilean Douglas (1900-1993)


      One evening I look out the window of my secluded cabin, and there are soft languid flakes falling in the golden lamplight. They fall all night, while the voice of the Teal River becomes more and more hushed and the noises of the forest die away. By dawn, the whole world of stream and wood and mountain had been kindled to a white flame of beauty.

      I go out on the early morning and there is such silence that even breath is a profanation. The mountain to the north has steel-blue light on it, and to the west the sky still holds something of the darkness of the night. To the east and the south a faint pink is spreading. I look up and see the morning star keeping white watch over a white world.

      Soon the whole sky is azure and flaming. Every branch of every tree is weighted with cold and stillness; every stump is crowned with crystal; every fallen log is overlaid with silver. The wild berry bushes have puffballs of jeweler’s cotton here and there along their branches, and the stark roots of hemlocks and cedars have become grottoes of quartz and chrysolite.

      After heavy snowfalls, it is the evergreens that are the loveliest, with their great white branches weighted down until they are almost parallel with the trunks. They seem like giant birds with their wings folded against the cold.

      But after a light fall, it is the deciduous trees that are the most beautiful. They are so fragile, so ethereal, that it seems even the sound of the rivers might shatter them as they appear to drift like crystal smoke along the banks. The bushes are silver filigree, so light, so much on tiptoe in this enchanted world. Even the slightest breeze sends the snow shimmering down from them, leaving the branches brown and bare and rather pitiful.



关于作者:Gilean Joan Douglas

      吉丽安•道格拉斯 (1900-1993),是加拿大自然作家。她以诗人著称,但她同时也是摄影记者、女权主义者、历史学家和政治活动家。生长男权家庭的环境下,对成为独立女性的渴望便成了她写作灵感的源泉。她的诗歌、散文、小说和自传等作品,时间跨度近八十年,描写了在这段光阴岁月里,她的四段婚姻、在卡斯克德山(Cascade Mountains)的十年以及在英属哥伦比亚科尔特斯岛(Cortes Island)四十年的生活经历。她的自然散文作品集有《我所漫步的河流》(River For My Sidewalk, 1953)、《宁静是我的故乡:梯尔河生活记》(Silence Is My Homeland: Life on Teal River , 1978)和《守护之所》(The Protected Place, 1979)。 (顾忆青)

延伸阅读:

《初雪》全文: First Snow


Wednesday, 21 January 2009

『譯賞 · President BARACK OBAMA’s Inaugural Address / Washington, D.C.』


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President Obama addressed the nation following his swearing-in during the presidential inauguration ceremony. In his address he spoke about the themes of sacrifice and renewal, calling on Americans to set aside differences and join in efforts to restore government and make America prosperous for all citizens.


My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.


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Friday, 16 January 2009

『譯作 · SUNDAY BEFORE THE WAR』


大战前的星期天 (节选)


[英] 亚瑟·克拉顿·布洛克

译 / 顾忆青


(译文)

      可是,当战争疯狂肆虐别处山谷,此处的平静又有何幸福可言?人们的内心又能否安定依旧呢?此地的美景一如既往,由人类的意志深扎大地。然而,与那些奔赴前线的人相比,在这里生活的人们本性并无二致,同样承受着近乎疯狂的本能支配。在我们人类身上,创造与毁灭的力量并存,时而有如神明般高瞻远瞩,时而又如野兽般愚昧无知。今天的我们或许并无过错,而为战之人也生就如此,他们的所做所为令我们憎恶,但他们何尝又不这么认为?这就是所谓宿命,自过去的兽性而来,我们至今难以掌控。如今,这命运彷佛源自寰宇间固有的恶,即便身处僻静优美的山谷,我们也依然无法摆脱它的嘲弄。但其实并非如此,我们并不像野兽那般孤立与冷漠。倘若我们的民族暂且忘却了我们共有的人性,以及对未来的希冀,那么另一个民族必将肩负起这一神圣的使命,抛却憎恨,毫不畏惧地坚守着它,直至疯狂平息。但愿这就是我们现在的职责,为了维护世界未来的和平而战,怀着恒久的勇气一往无前,而此般勇锐无需仇恨激起。

(原文)

Sunday Before The War
(Excerpt)

Arthur Clutton-Brock (1868-1924)

      But what happiness can there be in that peace, or what security in the mind of man, when the madness of war is let loose in so many other valleys? Here there is a beauty inherited from the past, and added to the earth by man’s will; but the men here are of the same nature and subject to the same madness as those who are gathering to fight on the frontier. We are all men with the same power of making and destroying, with the same divine foresight mocked by the same animal blindness. We ourselves may not be in fault today, but it is human beings in no way different from us who are doing what we abhor and they abhor even while they do it. There is a fate, coming from the beast in our own past, that the present man in us has not yet mastered, and for the moment that fate seems a malignity in the nature of the universe that mocks us even in the beauty of these lonely hills. But it is not so, for we are not separate and indifferent like the beasts; and if one nation for the moment forgets our common humanity and its future, then another must take over that sacred charge and guard it without hatred or fear until the madness is passed. May that be our task now, so that we may wage war only for the future peace of the world and with the lasting courage that needs no stimulant of hate.




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关于作者Arthur Clutton-Brock

      亚瑟·克拉顿·布洛克 (1868-1924),是英国散文家、文艺评论家和记者。他曾为英国《泰晤士报·文学增刊》(TLS: Times Literary Supplement)写过众多关于文学和艺术的批评散文。英国诗人欧那斯特·莱斯(Ernest Rhys)曾对他有过这样的评价:“他向我们展示了如何为期刊散文注入永恒的阅读价值”("...shown again how to give the periodical essay the savour of permanent things." )。布洛克的思想深受英国“工艺美术运动”的领导人、小说家、诗人威廉·莫里斯(William Morris)的社会主义、唯美主义思潮的影响,承袭了意大利哲学家、历史学家、美学家克罗齐(Benedetto Croce)对艺术精神及其真理质朴而又纯粹的追求。(顾忆青)

作品主题

      《大战前的星期天》又译《战前星期天》(Sunday Before the War) ,是英国散文中的名篇。生活在边远山谷中的居民,本来过着世外桃源般的日子,却因战争的爆发而失去往日的宁静祥和,匆忙备战。作者将写景与议论抒情巧妙结合,文笔优美细腻,运用了对比衬托的手法,突出了文章的主题:为了“世界未来的和平”,大家必须鼓起勇气去作战。此文陆谷孙先生曾经翻译过。

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