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《A Little Princess》 / 弗朗西丝·霍奇森·伯内特 / 英文
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd- looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares. She sat with her feet tucked under her, and leaned against her father, who held her in his arm, as she stared out of the window at the passing people with a queer old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes.
《A Little Princess》 / 弗朗西丝·霍奇森·伯内特 / 英文
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd- looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares. She sat with her feet tucked under her, and leaned against her father, who held her in his arm, as she stared out of the window at the passing people with a queer old-fashioned thoughtfulness in her big eyes.
《Great Days》 / 唐纳德·巴塞尔姆 / 英文
Donald Barthelme's new book of stories, Great Days, is perhaps most notable for the presence of seven formally related dialogues, The Crisis, The Apology, The New Music, Morning, On the Steps of the Conservatory, The Leap, and Great Days, which introduce a new aspect of his work. In these restless, possibility-haunted colloquies, stripped of everything save voices, changing pairs of women and pairs of men range an emotional terrain whose poles are hope and memory. Extravagant, profane, and comic, the dialogues are a considerable achievement, testing the possibilities of form and extending our engagement with the world. In other stories Barthelme explores the tragic, ambiguous relationship between Cortés and Montezuma, uncovers units of the Swedish army on maneuvers in Manhattan, offers a country-music version of Mozart's Abduction from the Seraglio, describes a heroic cutting contest between a king of jazz and a young challenger, and provides an account of a group of zombies out on a wife-buying expedition.As Philip Stevick wrote in The Nation, Donald Barthelme's stories stand as touchstones for narrative art of the last two decades. Great Days is an important addition to an already impressive body of work.
《Great Days》 / 唐纳德·巴塞尔姆 / 英文
Donald Barthelme's new book of stories, Great Days, is perhaps most notable for the presence of seven formally related dialogues, The Crisis, The Apology, The New Music, Morning, On the Steps of the Conservatory, The Leap, and Great Days, which introduce a new aspect of his work. In these restless, possibility-haunted colloquies, stripped of everything save voices, changing pairs of women and pairs of men range an emotional terrain whose poles are hope and memory. Extravagant, profane, and comic, the dialogues are a considerable achievement, testing the possibilities of form and extending our engagement with the world. In other stories Barthelme explores the tragic, ambiguous relationship between Cortés and Montezuma, uncovers units of the Swedish army on maneuvers in Manhattan, offers a country-music version of Mozart's Abduction from the Seraglio, describes a heroic cutting contest between a king of jazz and a young challenger, and provides an account of a group of zombies out on a wife-buying expedition.As Philip Stevick wrote in The Nation, Donald Barthelme's stories stand as touchstones for narrative art of the last two decades. Great Days is an important addition to an already impressive body of work.
《Stories of Red Hanrahan》 / 叶芝 / 英文
Hanrahan, that was never long in one place, was back again among the villages that are at the foot of Slieve Echtge, Illeton and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one house and sometimes in another, and finding a welcome in every place for the sake of the old times and of his poetry and his learning. There was some silver and some copper money in the little leather bag under his coat, but it was seldom he needed to take anything from it, for it was little he used, and there was not one of the people that would have taken payment from him. His hand had grown heavy on the blackthorn he leaned on, and his cheeks were hollow and worn, but so far as food went, potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake, he had what he wanted of it; and it is not on the edge of so wild and boggy a place as Echtge a mug of spirits would be wanting, with the taste of the turf smoke on it. He would wander about the big wood at Kinadife, or he would sit through many hours of the day among the rushes about Lake Belshragh, listening to the streams from the hills, or watching the shadows in the brown bog pools; sitting so quiet as not to startle the deer that came down from the heather to the grass and the tilled fields at the fall of night. . . .
《Stories of Red Hanrahan》 / 叶芝 / 英文
Hanrahan, that was never long in one place, was back again among the villages that are at the foot of Slieve Echtge, Illeton and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one house and sometimes in another, and finding a welcome in every place for the sake of the old times and of his poetry and his learning. There was some silver and some copper money in the little leather bag under his coat, but it was seldom he needed to take anything from it, for it was little he used, and there was not one of the people that would have taken payment from him. His hand had grown heavy on the blackthorn he leaned on, and his cheeks were hollow and worn, but so far as food went, potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake, he had what he wanted of it; and it is not on the edge of so wild and boggy a place as Echtge a mug of spirits would be wanting, with the taste of the turf smoke on it. He would wander about the big wood at Kinadife, or he would sit through many hours of the day among the rushes about Lake Belshragh, listening to the streams from the hills, or watching the shadows in the brown bog pools; sitting so quiet as not to startle the deer that came down from the heather to the grass and the tilled fields at the fall of night. . . .
《THE AMBER SPYGLASS》 / 菲利普·普尔曼 / 英文
The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations; The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up; The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening, Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst.Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field, Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air; Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing, Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years, Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open; And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge.They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream, Singing: The Sun has left his blackness & has found a fresher morning, And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night; For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease.-from America: A Prophecy by William Blake O stars, isn't it from you that the lover's desire for the face of his beloved arises? Doesn't his secret insight into her pure features come from the pure constellations?-from The Third Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.The night is cold and delicate and full of angels Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up, The chime goes unheard.We are together at last, though far apart.-from The Ecclesiast by John Ashbery
《THE AMBER SPYGLASS》 / 菲利普·普尔曼 / 英文
The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations; The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up; The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening, Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst.Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field, Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air; Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing, Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years, Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open; And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge.They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream, Singing: The Sun has left his blackness & has found a fresher morning, And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night; For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease.-from America: A Prophecy by William Blake O stars, isn't it from you that the lover's desire for the face of his beloved arises? Doesn't his secret insight into her pure features come from the pure constellations?-from The Third Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.The night is cold and delicate and full of angels Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up, The chime goes unheard.We are together at last, though far apart.-from The Ecclesiast by John Ashbery
《Falling Up》 / 谢尔·希尔弗斯坦 / 英文
The Land of Happy Have you been to the land of happy,Where everyones happy all day,Where they joke and they singOf the happiest things,And everythings jolly and gay?Theres no one unhappy in HappyTheres laughter and smiles galore.I have been to The Land of Happy-What a bore
《Falling Up》 / 谢尔·希尔弗斯坦 / 英文
The Land of Happy Have you been to the land of happy,Where everyones happy all day,Where they joke and they singOf the happiest things,And everythings jolly and gay?Theres no one unhappy in HappyTheres laughter and smiles galore.I have been to The Land of Happy-What a bore
《Fingersmith》 / 莎拉·沃特斯 / 英文
From the author of the New York Times Notable Book Tipping the Velvet and the award-winning Affinity: a spellbinding, twisting tale of a great swindle, of fortunes and hearts won and lost, set in Victorian London among a family of thieves. Sue Trinder is an orphan, left as an infant in the care of Mrs. Sucksby, a baby farmer, who raised her with unusual tenderness, as if Sue were her own. Mrs. Sucksby's household, with its fussy babies calmed with doses of gin, also hosts a transient family of petty thieves-fingersmiths-for whom this house in the heart of a mean London slum is home. One day, the most beloved thief of all arrives-Gentleman, a somewhat elegant con man, who carries with him an enticing proposition for Sue: If she wins a position as the maid to Maud Lilly, a naïve gentlewoman, and aids Gentleman in her seduction, then they will all share in Maud's vast inheritance. Once the inheritance is secured, Maud will be left to live out her days in a mental hospital. With dreams of paying back the kindness of her adopted family, Sue agrees to the plan. Once in, however, Sue begins to pity her helpless mark and care for Maud Lilly in unexpected ways. . . . But no one and nothing is as it seems in this > Dickensian novel of thrills and surprises. The New York Times Book Review has called Sarah Waters a writer of consummate skill and The Seattle Times has praised her work as gripping, astute fiction that feeds the mind and the senses. Fingersmith marks a major leap forward in this young and brilliant career.
《Fingersmith》 / 莎拉·沃特斯 / 英文
From the author of the New York Times Notable Book Tipping the Velvet and the award-winning Affinity: a spellbinding, twisting tale of a great swindle, of fortunes and hearts won and lost, set in Victorian London among a family of thieves. Sue Trinder is an orphan, left as an infant in the care of Mrs. Sucksby, a baby farmer, who raised her with unusual tenderness, as if Sue were her own. Mrs. Sucksby's household, with its fussy babies calmed with doses of gin, also hosts a transient family of petty thieves-fingersmiths-for whom this house in the heart of a mean London slum is home. One day, the most beloved thief of all arrives-Gentleman, a somewhat elegant con man, who carries with him an enticing proposition for Sue: If she wins a position as the maid to Maud Lilly, a naïve gentlewoman, and aids Gentleman in her seduction, then they will all share in Maud's vast inheritance. Once the inheritance is secured, Maud will be left to live out her days in a mental hospital. With dreams of paying back the kindness of her adopted family, Sue agrees to the plan. Once in, however, Sue begins to pity her helpless mark and care for Maud Lilly in unexpected ways. . . . But no one and nothing is as it seems in this > Dickensian novel of thrills and surprises. The New York Times Book Review has called Sarah Waters a writer of consummate skill and The Seattle Times has praised her work as gripping, astute fiction that feeds the mind and the senses. Fingersmith marks a major leap forward in this young and brilliant career.
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