学期末总结

算是决定学英语文学后的第一个学期，只上了一节专业课，不过阅读量好大，估计都能比上我平时一年的阅读量了，光是呼啸山庄就够我看一个月的。不过收获真的很多，光是能把这些原著啃下来就觉得自己很厉害了。再加上这还算是第一次根据历史时期读文学作品，从Victoria era 到Modernism风格的转变也觉得很有趣。期末考时看到那些熟悉的作者和人物，真的有种成就感，学期刚开始时还对自己没信心差点退课，但是现在真的发现了人的潜力是无穷的。

总结一下这学期读到的很触动我的段落:

• Some Bells that Rang an Old Year Out and a New Year In, -The Chimes 的完整题目，整篇文章就这句话最触动我，故事倒是没那么大感触，似乎有点啰嗦，和Christmas Carol差不少
• She had/ A heart—how shall I say?— too soon made glad/ Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er/ She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. -My Last Duchess，这段话真是越读越恐怖，刚开始我还以为这是好品质呢，读了几遍后才发现话语中的怒气。
• "If he be Mr. Hyde," he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek." -The Strange Case of Dr.Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, 英文的谐音梗，虽然不是很好笑我还是笑了。
• Gwendolen, it is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth. Can you forgive me? -The Importance of Being Earnest， 王尔德简直太有趣了, 金句频出，印象最深的就是这句了。
• Each time that she approached the half of her orbit that lay nearest him they gazed at each other with smiles, and with that unmistakable expression which means so little at the moment, yet so often leads up to passion, heart-ache, union, disunion, devotion, overpopulation, drudgery, content, resignation, despair. - On the Western Circuit, 还蛮喜欢哈代的写作风格的，虽然我也不知道这具体算什么风格。。。
• A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. -The Dead，第一次读到这段话时真的被美哭了，乔伊斯才23岁就写出了这样的句子。
• April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain./ Winter kept us warm, covering/ Earth in forgetful snow, feeding/ A little life with dried tubers. - Waste Land, 四月是最残忍的月份，每句话最后的ing带来的那种喘不过气来的感觉太绝了。
• “That corpse you planted last year in your garden/ “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? 还是艾略特的荒原，读到这一段真的起了鸡皮疙瘩。
• Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. - Mrs. Dalloway，不知为何这句话就是意犹未尽，一直在我脑海里萦绕。