纯文学交流, 不喜勿近

 

Just Read and Write

 

这两天对学生的忠告

 

地震了，我们真的能做什么呢？

诗人，写诗；还是写诗，本职．　

 

\'CHAPTER XX

 

IT WAS A LOVELY NIGHT, so warm that he threw his coat over his arm, and did not even put his silk scarf around his throat. As he strolled home, smoking his cigarette, two young men in the evening dress passed him. (问题是对背景不了解的外国人, 谁也想象不出这里的evening dress会是什么样子.) He heard one of them whisper to the other, “That is Dorian Gray.” He remembered how pleased he used to be when he was pointed out, or stared at, or talked about. He was tired of hearing his own name now. Half the charm of the little village where he had been so often lately was that no one knew who he was. (前两年有本科学哲学书籍名叫BEING NO ONE, 一个德语作者写的, 里面提到: 学问的孤独是个艺术而非哲学或现实的概念.) He had often told the girl whom he had lured to love that he was poor, and she had believed him. He had told her once that he was wicked, and she had laughed at him, and answered that wicked people were always very old and very ugly. What a laugh she had! Just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats! She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.

 

“你们知道这本书，但 在它的哪一章里？” 我问学生;

“答出来有奖。不是我发奖，发奖的是你自己，如果你有这么好的记忆！”

 

I used to be an Oscar Wilde\'s fan,

but I left one of his books in the house of

my second girl friend.\'

 

so this is your homework, :)

 

-Mz