哈代《德伯家的苔丝》

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Tess of the dUrbervilles

-as each and all of them were warmed without by the sun, so each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, at least some remote and distant hope which, though perhaps starving to nothing, still lived on, as hopes will. They were all cheerful, and many of them merry.

-Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. As she walked along to-day, for all her bouncing handsome womanliness, you could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.

-Nature does not often say "See!" to her poor creature at a time when seeing can lead to happy doing; or reply "Here!" to a body's cry of "Where?" till the hide-and-seek has become an irksome, outworn game.

-Enough that in the present case, as in millions, it was not the two halves of a perfect whole that confronted each other at the perfect moment; a missing counterpart wandered independently about the earth waiting in crass obtuseness till the late time came. Out of which maladroit delay sprang anxieties, disappointments, shocks, catastrophes, and passing-strange destinies.

-might some say, where was Tess's guardian angel? where was the providence of her simple faith?

-She had no fear of him now, and in the cause of her confidence her sorrow lay.

-She felt that she would do well to be useful again—to taste anew sweet independence at any price. The past was past; whatever it had been, it was no more at hand.

-She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself.

-there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would have disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there.When was it? Why did she not feel the chill of each yearly encounter with such a cold relation? ……Of that day, doomed to be her terminus in time through all the ages, she did not know the place in month, week, season or year.

-Symbols of reflectiveness passed into her face, and a note of tragedy at times into her voice.

-It was unexpected youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.

哈代自传性描述☞ his mobile face had grown more thoughtful, and had acquired a young man's shapely moustache and beard

-He spent years and years in desultory studies, undertakings, and meditations; he began to evince considerable indifference to social forms and observances. The material distinctions of rank and wealth he increasingly despised.

-Early association with country solitudes had bred in him an unconquerable, and almost unreasonable, aversion to modern town life, and shut him out from such success as he might have aspired to by following a mundane calling in the impracticability of the spiritual one.

-Without any objective change whatever, variety had taken the place of monotonousness.

-He had been disintegrated into a number of varied fellow-creatures—beings of many minds, beings infinite in difference; some happy, many serene, a few depressed, one here and there bright even to genius, some stupid, others wanton, others austere; some mutely Miltonic, some potentially Cromwellian—into men who had private views of each other, as he had of his friends; who could applaud or condemn each other, amuse or sadden themselves by the contemplation of each other's foibles or vices; men every one of whom walked in his own individual way the road to dusty death.

-He grew away from old associations, and saw something new in life and humanity. Secondarily, he made close acquaintance with phenomena which he had before known but darkly—the seasons in their moods, morning and evening, night and noon, winds in their different tempers, trees, waters and mists, shades and silences, and the voices of inanimate things.

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-The trees have inquisitive eyes, haven't they?—that is, seem as if they had. And the river says,—'Why do ye trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of to-morrows just all in a line, the first of them the biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand farther away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said, 'I'm coming! Beware of me! Beware of me!' ……She was expressing in her own native phrases……—the ache of modernism.

-experience is as to intensity, and not as to duration. Tess's passing corporeal blight had been her mental harvest.

-Do you know that I have undergone three-quarters of this labour entirely for the sake of the fourth quarter?

-it was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.

-Resolutions, reticences, prudences, fears, fell back like a defeated battalion.

-Tess was no insignificant creature to toy with and dismiss; but a woman living her precious life—a life which, to herself who endured or enjoyed it, possessed as great a dimension as the life of the mightiest to himself.

-Living in such close relations, to meet meant to fall into endearment; flesh and blood could not resist it;

-He was driven towards her by every heave of his pulse.

-It was for herself that he loved Tess; her soul, her heart, her substance—not for her skill in the dairy, her aptness as his scholar, and certainly not for her simple formal faith-professions.

-He held that education had as yet but little affected the beats of emotion and impulse on which domestic happiness depends.

-'Being reviled we bless; being persecuted we suffer it; being defamed we entreat; we are made as the filth of the world, and as the offscouring of all things unto this day.'

-two ardent hearts against one poor little conscience

-Is coyness longer necessary?

-Please wait till by and by!

-that it is only your wanting me very much, and being hardly able to keep alive without me, whatever my offences, that would make me feel I ought to say I will.

-I cry because I have broken down in my vow! I said I would die unmarried!

-Do you care for me? I wish you would prove it in some way.

-The "appetite for joy" which pervades all creation, that tremendous force which sways humanity to its purpose, as the tide sways the helpless weed, was not to be controlled by vague lucubrations over the social rubric.

-why should you Trumpet yours when others don't Trumpet theirs?

-Silence seemed, on the face of it, best for her adored one's happiness: silence it should be.

-There was hardly a touch of earth in her love for Clare.

-he had himself well in hand, and was singularly free from grossness.

-Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.

-A spiritual forgetfulness co-existed with an intellectual remembrance.

-the day, the incredible day, on which she was to become his, loomed large in the near future.

-he did not know at that time the full depth of her devotion, its single-mindedness, its meekness; what long-suffering it guaranteed, what honesty, what endurance, what good faith.

-She knew not what was expected of women in such cases; and she had no counsellor.

-These violent delights have violent ends.

-Do I realize solemnly enough how utterly and irretrievably this little womanly thing is the creature of my good or bad faith and fortune? I think not. I think I could not, unless I were a woman myself. What I am in worldly estate, she is. What I become, she must become. What I cannot be, she cannot be. And shall I ever neglect her, or hurt her, or even forget to consider her? God forbid such a crime!

-She had deserved worse—yet she was the chosen one. It was wicked of her to take all without paying. She would pay to the uttermost farthing; she would tell, there and then.

-All material objects around announced their irresponsibility with terrible iteration.

-Forgive me as you are forgiven!

-Having begun to love you, I love you for ever—in all changes, in all disgraces, because you are yourself. I ask no more.

-I shan't do anything, unless you order me to; and if you go away from me I shall not follow 'ee; and if you never speak to me any more I shall not ask why, unless you tell me I may.

-a tear descended slowly upon his cheek, a tear so large that it magnified the pores of the skin over which it rolled, like the object lens of a microscope.

-Some consequent action was necessary; yet what?

-the vastest things of the universe imaged in objects so mean.

-The cruelty of fooled honesty is often great after enlightenment.

-she knew that he saw her without irradiation—in all her bareness;

-When sorrow ceases to be speculative, sleep sees her opportunity.

-The night came in, and took up its place there, unconcerned and indifferent; the night which had already swallowed up his happiness, and was now digesting it listlessly; and was ready to swallow up the happiness of a thousand other people with as little disturbance or change of mien.

-The pair were, in truth, but the ashes of their former fires.

-it would have denoted deficiency of womanhood if she had not instinctively known what an argument lies in propinquity.耳鬓厮磨

-in some circumstances there was one thing better than to lead a good life, and that was to be saved from leading any life whatever.

-she was another woman than the one who had excited his desire.

-what only hurts me now would torture and kill me then!

-she was appalled by the determination revealed in the depths of this gentle being she had married—the will to subdue the grosser to the subtler emotion, the substance to the conception, the flesh to the spirit.

-any parting which has an air of finality is a torture.

-when two people are once parted—have abandoned a common domicile and a common environment—new growths insensibly bud upward to fill each vacated place; unforeseen accidents hinder intentions, and old plans are forgotten.

-The gold of the summer picture was now gray, the colours mean, the rich soil mud, and the river cold.

-But until I come to you it will be better that you should not try to come to me.

-many effective chords which she could have stirred by an appeal were left untouched.

-God's not in his heaven: All's wrong with the world!

-"Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. She riseth while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household. She girdeth her loins with strength and strengtheneth her arms. She perceiveth that her merchandise is good; her candle goeth not out by night. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all."

-she would almost have faced a knowledge of her circumstances by every individual there, so long as her story had remained isolated in the mind of each. It was the interchange of ideas about her that made her sensitiveness wince.

-All is vanity.……If all were only vanity, who would mind it? All was, alas, worse than vanity—injustice, punishment, exaction, death.

-outside humanity, she had at present no fear.

-there was the record of a pulsing life which had learnt too well, for its years, of the dust and ashes of things, of the cruelty of lust and the fragility of love.

-She had set herself to stand or fall by her qualities

-Bygones would never be complete bygones till she was a bygone herself.

-Have you saved yourself? Charity begins at home, they say.

-I am new to goodness, truly; but newcomers see furthest sometimes.

-there was revived in her the wretched sentiment which had often come to her before, that in inhabiting the fleshly tabernacle with which Nature had endowed her she was somehow doing wrong.

-there was one petticoat in the world for whom I had no contempt, and you are she.

-I trouble you? I think I may ask, why do you trouble me?

-Once victim, always victim—that's the law!

-Remember, my lady, I was your master once! I will be your master again. If you are any man's wife you are mine!

-Whatever is meant as kindness I am grateful for; whatever is meant in any other way I am angered at.

-Tess, by all that's tender and strong between man and woman, trust me!

-What was the past to me as soon as I met you? It was a dead thing altogether.

-Nightfall, which in the frost of winter comes as a fiend and in the warmth of summer as a lover, came as a tranquillizer on this March day.

-Here we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again; In Heaven we part no more.

-Why am I on the wrong side of this door!

-he had asked himself why he had not judged Tess constructively rather than biographically, by the will rather than by the deed?

-Speech was as inexpressive as silence.

-I will not desert you! I will protect you by every means in my power, dearest love, whatever you may have done or not have done!

-He was still her Antinous, her Apollo even;

-for was it not the face of the one man on earth who had loved her purely, and who had believed in her as pure!

-What must come will come.……All is trouble outside there; inside here content.

-This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!

-"Justice" was done, and the President of the Immortals, in Aeschylean phrase, had ended his sport with Tess.