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月亮与六便士 The Moon And Sixpence 中英双语字幕 剖析不朽人性,结构独特灵魂。 20世纪拥有最多读者的作家之一,英文现实主义巨擘,故事圣手毛姆代表性长篇名作。 一位四十岁才学习绘画的证券经纪人,放弃优裕的生活,疯狂迷恋上了绘画。为了追求艺术理想,他饱尝贫穷与饥饿的煎熬,忍受精神上的痛苦折磨,最终遁迹与世隔绝 的塔西提岛,成为一个自成一格的画家。《月亮与六便士》的主人公一生活动的轨迹仿佛就是在解构小说原型高更的画作主题:我们从何处来?我们是谁?我们向何处去? 毛姆用幽默的文字、动人的情节、深刻的思想编织了一位艺术家的传奇人生,探索了艺术与生活的矛盾与相互作用。这部堪称完美的小说成为了经典中的经典,让一代又一代读者将之奉为必读佳作。 …………………… 读《月亮与六便士》就像一头撞在了高耸的冰山上,令平庸的日常生活彻底解体! ——弗吉尼亚•伍尔夫
 
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"The millsof God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small, " he said, somewhatimpressively. Mrs. Stricklandand Mrs. Ronaldson looked down with a slightly pious expression whichindicated, I felt sure, that they thought the quotation was from Holy Writ.Indeed, I was unconvinced that Robert Strickland did not share their illusion.I do not know why…
 
She went to thedoor and called them. There entered a tall man in khaki, with the parson'scollar, handsome in a somewhat heavy fashion, but with the frank eyes that Iremembered in him as a boy. He was followed by his sister. She must have beenthe same age as was her mother when first I knew her, and she was very likeher. She too gave one the impress…
 
"I hope hedidn't bore you, " she said, when the door closed behind him. "Ofcourse it's a nuisance sometimes, but I feel it's only right to give people anyinformation I can about Charlie. There's a certain responsibility about havingbeen the wife of a genius. " She looked atme with those pleasant eyes of hers, which had remained as candid and assymp…
 
"Whatwonderful cushions you have, " said Mr. Van Busche Taylor. "Do youlike them?" she said, smiling. "Bakst, you know. " And yet on thewalls were coloured reproductions of several of Strickland's best pictures, dueto the enterprise of a publisher in Berlin. "You'relooking at my pictures, " she said, following my eyes. "Of course,the originals are …
 
When I wasushered into the drawing-room I found that Mrs. Strickland had a visitor, andwhen I discovered who he was, I guessed that I had been asked to come at justthat time not without intention. The caller was Mr. Van Busche Taylor, anAmerican, and Mrs. Strickland gave me particulars with a charming smile ofapology to him. "You know,we English ar…
 
The time camefor my departure from Tahiti. According to the gracious custom of the island,presents were given me by the persons with whom I had been thrown in contact --baskets made of the leaves of the cocoa-nut tree, mats of pandanus, fans; andTiare gave me three little pearls and three jars of guava-jelly made with herown plump hands. When the m…
 
The colourswere so strange that words can hardly tell what a troubling emotion they gave.They were sombre blues, opaque like a delicately carved bowl in lapis lazuli,and yet with a quivering lustre that suggested the palpitation of mysteriouslife; there were purples, horrible like raw and putrid flesh, and yet with a glowing,sensual passion that ca…
 
"I thinkStrickland knew it was a masterpiece. He had achieved what he wanted. His lifewas complete. He had made a world and saw that it was good. Then, in pride andcontempt, he destroyed, it. " "But Imust show you my picture, " said Dr. Coutras, moving on. "Whathappened to Ata and the child?" They went tothe Marquesas. She had relations there. I ha…
 
"Destroyed?"I cried. " Maisoui; did you not know?" "Howshould I know? It is true I had never heard of this work; but I thought perhapsit had fallen into the hands of a private owner. Even now there is no certainlist of Strickland's paintings. " "When hegrew blind he would sit hour after hour in those two rooms that he had painted,looking at his wor…
 
"Iscarcely know. It was strange and fantastic. It was a vision of the beginningsof the world, the Garden of Eden, with Adam and Eve -- que sais-je? -- it was ahymn to the beauty of the human form, male and female, and the praise ofNature, sublime, indifferent, lovely, and cruel. It gave you an awful sense ofthe infinity of space and of the endlessn…
 
At that momentwe were interrupted by the appearance of Madame Coutras, who had been payingvisits. She came in, like a ship in full sail, an imposing creature, tall andstout, with an ample bust and an obesity girthed in alarmingly bystraight-fronted corsets. She had a bold hooked nose and three chins. She heldherself upright. She had not yielded for…
 
She took nonotice. Again the beastly stench almost made him faint, and he lit a cheroot.His eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, and now he was seized by anoverwhelming sensation as he stared at the painted walls. He knew nothing ofpictures, but there was something about these that extraordinarily affectedhim. From floor to ceiling the walls were …
 
Then two yearsmore went by, or perhaps three, for time passes imperceptibly in Tahiti, and itis hard to keep count of it; but at last a message was brought to Dr. Coutras thatStrickland was dying. Ata had waylaid the cart that took the mail into Papeete,and besought the man who drove it to go at once to the doctor. But the doctorwas out when the su…
 
"He willnot see you. You must go away. " Dr. Coutrasinsisted, but she would not let him pass. Dr. Coutras shrugged his shoulders,and after a moment's rejection turned away. She walked with him. He felt thatshe too wanted to be rid of him. "Is therenothing I can do at all?" he asked. "You cansend him some paints, " she said. "There is nothing else h…
 
" Maisnon, mon cher monsieur, men are always the same. Fear makes them cruel. . . . Idecided to see Strickland, and when I had finished with the chiefess asked fora boy to show me the way. But none would accompany me, and I was forced to findit alone. " When Dr.Coutras arrived at the plantation he was seized with a feeling of uneasiness.Though he w…
 
"But Atadid not send for me, " the doctor went on, at last, "and it chancedthat I did not go to that part of the island for a long time. I had no news ofStrickland. Once or twice I heard that Ata had been to Papeete to buy paintingmaterials, but I did not happen to see her. More than two years passed before Iwent to Taravao again, and then it was o…
 
"What isit that thou art saying to the doctor?" asked Ata suspiciously. "Thouwilt not go?" "If itplease thee I will stay, poor child. " Ata flungherself on her knees before him, and clasped his legs with her arms and kissedthem. Strickland looked at Dr. Coutras with a faint smile. "In theend they get you, and you are helpless in their hands. White …
 
"They arenot going to take thee away?" she cried. At that timethere was no rigid sequestration on the islands, and lepers, if they chose,were allowed to go free. "I shallgo up into the mountain, " said Strickland. Then Ata stoodup and faced him. "Let theothers go if they choose, but I will not leave thee. Thou art my man and I am thywoman. If thou …
 
Dr. Coutras haddelivered sentence of death on many men, and he could never overcome the horrorwith which it filled him. He felt always the furious hatred that must seize aman condemned when he compared himself with the doctor, sane and healthy, whohad the inestimable privilege of life. Strickland looked at him in silence.Nothing of emotion could be…
 
Ata did notspeak, but with the boy followed him to the house. The girl who had brought himwas by this time sitting on the verandah, and here was lying an old woman, withher back to the wall, making native cigarettes. Ata pointed to the door. Thedoctor, wondering irritably why they behaved so strangely, entered, and therefound Strickland cleaning hi…
 
"Iconfess, " said the doctor, turning to me, "that I hesitated. I didnot relish fourteen kilometres over a bad pathway, and there was no chance thatI could get back to Papeete that night. Besides, Strickland was not sympatheticto me. He was an idle, useless scoundrel, who preferred to live with a nativewoman rather than work for his living like the…
 
It appears thatDr. Coutras had gone one day to Taravao in order to see an old chiefess who wasill, and he gave a vivid picture of the obese old lady, lying in a huge bed,smoking cigarettes, and surrounded by a crowd of dark-skinned retainers. Whenhe had seen her he was taken into another room and given dinner -- raw fish,fried bananas, and chicken …
 
Mr. Coutras wasan old Frenchman of great stature and exceeding bulk. His body was shaped likea huge duck's egg; and his eyes, sharp, blue, and good-natured, rested now and thenwith self-satisfaction on his enormous paunch. His complexion was florid andhis hair white. He was a man to attract immediate sympathy. He received us in aroom that might hav…
 
"Evidemment, it is not exciting on my island, and we are very far from the world-- imagine, it takes me four days to come to Tahiti -- but we are happy there.It is given to few men to attempt a work and to achieve it. Our life is simpleand innocent. We are untouched by ambition, and what pride we have is due onlyto our contemplation of the work of …
 
"It washard and anxious work at first, and we worked strenuously, both of us. Everyday I was up at dawn, clearing, planting, working on my house, and at nightwhen I threw myself on my bed it was to sleep like a log till morning. My wifeworked as hard as I did. Then children were born to us, first a son and then adaughter. My wife and I have taught …
 
"Howstrange that you should say that!" I answered. "For long ago I hadthe idea that he was possessed of a devil. " "And thepassion that held Strickland was a passion to create beauty. It gave him nopeace. It urged him hither and thither. He was eternally a pilgrim, haunted bya divine nostalgia, and the demon within him was ruthless. There are men w…
 
As we walkedalong I reflected on a circumstance which all that I had lately heard aboutStrickland forced on my attention. Here, on this remote island, he seemed tohave aroused none of the detestation with which he was regarded at home, butcompassion rather; and his vagaries were accepted with tolerance. To thesepeople, native and European, he was a…
 
CapitaineBrunot turned to me with a gentle smile, and there was a wonderful look in hisdark, kind eyes. "He did mean injustice, for I too know what it is to have dreams. I have my visions too.In my way I also am an artist. " We were allsilent for a while, and Tiare fished out of her capacious pocket a handful ofcigarettes. She handed one to each of…
 
Tiare sighed. "Ah, Iwish I were fifteen again. " Then she caughtsight of a cat trying to get at a dish of prawns on the kitchen table, and witha dexterous gesture and a lively volley of abuse flung a book at its scamperingtail. "I askedhim if he was happy with Ata. "`Sheleaves me alone, ' he said. 'She cooks my food and looks after her babies. Shed…
 
He smiledmaliciously at Tiare, and with lamentations she told us again the story of howat the sale of Strickland's effects she had neglected the pictures, but boughtan American stove for twenty-seven francs. "Have youthe pictures still?" I asked. "Yes; I amkeeping them till my daughter is of marriageable age, and then I shall sellthem. They will be…
 
So I went. Ishall never forget the impression my visit made on me. I live on an atoll, alow island, it is a strip of land surrounding a lagoon, and its beauty is thebeauty of the sea and sky and the varied colour of the lagoon and the grace ofthe cocoa-nut trees; but the place where Strickland lived had the beauty of theGarden of Eden. Ah, I wish I…
 
Tenez, voila leCapitaine Brunot, " said Tiare, one day when I was fitting together whatshe could tell me of Strickland. "He knew Strickland well; he visited himat his house. " I saw amiddle-aged Frenchman with a big black beard, streaked with gray, a sunburnedface, and large, shining eyes. He was dressed in a neat suit of ducks. I hadnoticed him at…
 
Then thecocoa-nuts would be ripe for picking, and her cousins (like all the natives,Ata had a host of relatives) would swarm up the trees and throw down the bigripe nuts. They split them open and put them in the sun to dry. Then they cutout the copra and put it into sacks, and the women would carry it down to thetrader at the village by the lagoon,…
 
I suppose thenext three years were the happiest of Strickland's life. Ata's house stoodabout eight kilometres from the road that runs round the island, and you wentto it along a winding pathway shaded by the luxuriant trees of the tropics. Itwas a bungalow of unpainted wood, consisting of two small rooms, and outsidewas a small shed that served as …
 
Thedrawing-room at the Hotel de la Fleur was a small room, with a cottage piano,and a suite of mahogany furniture, covered in stamped velvet, neatly arrangedaround the walls. On round tables were photograph albums, and on the wallsenlarged photographs of Tiare and her first husband, Captain Johnson. Still,though Tiare was old and fat, on occasion w…
 
"My firsthusband, Captain Johnson, used to thrash me regularly. He was a man. He washandsome, six foot three, and when he was drunk there was no holding him. Iwould be black and blue all over for days at a time. Oh, I cried when he died.I thought I should never get over it. But it wasn't till I married GeorgeRainey that I knew what I'd lost. You ca…
 
"It wasthen he told me of his wife in England. 'My poor Strickland, ' I said to him,'they've all got a wife somewhere; that is generally why they come to theislands. Ata is a sensible girl, and she doesn't expect any ceremony before theMayor. She's a Protestant, and you know they don't look upon these things likethe Catholics. ' "Then hesaid: `But …
 
"Yes; shehadn't a drop of white blood in her. Well, after I'd talked to her I sent forStrickland, and I said to him: `Strickland, it's time for you to settle down. Aman of your age shouldn't go playing about with the girls down at the front.They're bad lots, and you'll come to no good with them. You've got no money,and you can never keep a job for …
 
Tiare, when Itold her this story, praised my prudence, and for a few minutes we worked insilence, for we were shelling peas. Then her eyes, always alert for the affairsof her kitchen, fell on some action of the Chinese cook which aroused herviolent disapproval. She turned on him with a torrent of abuse. The Chink wasnot backward to defend himself, …
 
Character? Ishould have thought it needed a good deal of character to throw up a careerafter half an hour's meditation, because you saw in another way of living amore intense significance. And it required still more character never to regretthe sudden step. But I said nothing, and Alec Carmichael proceededreflectively: "Of courseit would be hypocri…
 
"I've donepretty well, " he said, "but the strange thing is that I owe it allto one piece of luck. " "What doyou mean by that?" "Well, doyou remember Abraham? He was the man who had the future. When we were studentshe beat me all along the line. He got the prizes and the scholarships that Iwent in for. I always played second fiddle to him. If he'd …
 
Somethingseemed to twist his heart, and suddenly he felt an exultation, a sense ofwonderful freedom. He felt himself at home, and he made up his mind there andthen, in a minute, that he would live the rest of his life in Alexandria. Hehad no great difficulty in leaving the ship, and in twenty-four hours, with allhis belongings, he was on shore. "Th…
 
In a few weeksthe authorities received his resignation of the coveted position on the staff.It created profound astonishment, and wild rumours were current. Whenever a mandoes anything unexpected, his fellows ascribe it to the most discreditablemotives. But there was a man ready to step into Abraham's shoes, and Abrahamwas forgotten. Nothing more w…
 
I have an ideathat some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amidcertain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they knownot. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they haveknown from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remainbut a place of passage. They may sp…
 
"He usedto come here sometimes, and I used to see him walking about Papeete. I wassorry for him, he was so thin, and he never had any money. When I heard he wasin town, I used to send a boy to find him and make him come to dinner with me.I got him a job once or twice, but he couldn't stick to anything. After alittle while he wanted to get back to t…
 
She was thebest cook on the island, and she adored good food. From morning till night yousaw her sitting on a low chair in the kitchen, surrounded by a Chinese cook andtwo or three native girls, giving her orders, chatting sociably with all andsundry, and tasting the savoury messes she devised. When she wished to dohonour to a friend she cooked the…
 
I lived at theHotel de la Fleur, and Mrs. Johnson, the proprietress, had a sad story to tellof lost opportunity. After Strickland's death certain of his effects were soldby auction in the market-place at Papeete, and she went to it herself becausethere was among the truck an American stove she wanted. She paid twenty-sevenfrancs for it. "Therewere …
 
"Do notask me. I could not make head or tail of it. I never saw such a thing in mylife. `What shall we do with it?' I said to my wife. `We can never hang it up,' she said. `People would laugh at us. ' So she took it into an attic and putit away with all sorts of rubbish, for my wife can never throw anything away.It is her mania. Then, imagine to yo…
 
"You see,I was interested in him because he was a painter, " he told me. "Wedon't get many painters in the islands, and I was sorry for him because he wassuch a bad one. I gave him his first job. I had a plantation on the peninsula,and I wanted a white overseer. You never get any work out of the natives unlessyou have a white man over them. I said …
 
It is here thatI purposed to end my book. My first idea was to begin it with the account ofStrickland's last years in Tahiti and with his horrible death, and then to goback and relate what I knew of his beginnings. This I meant to do, not fromwilfulness, but because I wished to leave Strickland setting out with I knownot what fancies in his lonely …
 
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