月亮与六便士 英文版 第58章

[爱配音的Z]经典英语文学有声书：

月亮和六便士/The Moon and Sixpence

1918年出版

作者简介：

威廉·萨默赛特·毛姆（WilliamSomersetMaugham）于1874年1月25日出生在巴黎。父亲是律师，当时在英国驻法使馆供职。小毛姆不满十岁，父母就先后去世，他被送回英国由伯父抚养。毛姆进坎特伯雷皇家公学之后，由于身材矮小，且严重口吃，经常受到大孩子的欺凌和折磨，有时还遭到冬烘学究的无端羞辱。孤寂凄清的童年生活，在他稚嫩的心灵上投下了痛苦的阴影，养成他孤僻、敏感、内向的性格。幼年的经历对他的世界观和文学创作产生了深刻的影响。在20世纪30年代时一度为当时最畅销、收入最高的英语作家。

作品简介：

一个英国证券交易所的经纪人，本已有牢靠的职业和地位、美满的家庭，但却迷恋上绘画，像“被魔鬼附了体”，突然弃家出走，到巴黎去追求绘画的理想。他的行径没有人能够理解。他在异国不仅肉体受着贫穷和饥饿煎熬，而且为了寻找表现手法，精神亦在忍受痛苦折磨。经过一番离奇的遭遇后，主人公最后离开文明世界，远遁到与世隔绝的塔希提岛上。他终于找到灵魂的宁静和适合自己艺术气质的氛围。他同一个土著女子同居，创作出一幅又一幅使后世震惊的杰作。在他染上麻风病双目失明之前，曾在自己住房四壁画了一幅表现伊甸园的伟大作品。但在逝世之前，他却命令土著女子在他死后把这幅画作付之一炬。通过这样一个一心追求艺术、不通人性世故的怪才，毛姆探索了艺术的产生与本质、个性与天才的关系、艺术家与社会的矛盾等等引人深思的问题。同时这本书也引发了人们对摆脱世俗束缚逃离世俗社会寻找心灵家园这一话题的思考，而关于南太平洋小岛的自然民风的描写也引人向往。

《月亮和六便士》说问世后，以情节入胜、文字深刻在文坛轰动一时，人们争相传看。在小说中，毛姆用第一人称的叙述手法，借“我”之口，叙述整个故事，有人认为这篇小说的原型是法国印象派画家高更，这更增加了它的传奇色彩，受到了全世界读者的关注。

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The time came for my departure from Tahiti. According to thegracious custom of the island, presents were given me by thepersons with whom I had been thrown in contact—baskets madeof the leaves of the cocoa-nut tree, mats of pandanus, fans;and Tiare gave me three little pearls and three jars ofguava-jelly made with her own plump hands. When the mail-boat,stopping for twenty-four hours on its way from Wellington toSan Francisco, blew the whistle that warned the passengers toget on board, Tiare clasped me to her vast bosom, so that Iseemed to sink into a billowy sea, and pressed her red lipsto mine. Tears glistened in her eyes. And when we steamedslowly out of the lagoon, making our way gingerly through theopening in the reef, and then steered for the open sea,a certain melancholy fell upon me. The breeze was laden stillwith the pleasant odours of the land. Tahiti is very faraway, and I knew that I should never see it again. A chapterof my life was closed, and I felt a little nearer toinevitable death.

Not much more than a month later I was in London; and after Ihad arranged certain matters which claimed my immediateattention, thinking Mrs. Strickland might like to hear what Iknew of her husband's last years, I wrote to her. I had notseen her since long before the war, and I had to look out heraddress in the telephone-book. She made an appointment, and I wentto the trim little house on Campden Hill which she now inhabited.She was by this time a woman of hard on sixty, but shebore her years well, and no one would have taken her formore than fifty. Her face, thin and not much lined, was ofthe sort that ages gracefully, so that you thought in youthshe must have been a much handsomer woman than in fact she was.Her hair, not yet very gray, was becomingly arranged,and her black gown was modish. I remembered having heard thather sister, Mrs. MacAndrew, outliving her husband but a coupleof years, had left money to Mrs. Strickland; and by the lookof the house and the trim maid who opened the door I judgedthat it was a sum adequate to keep the widow in modest comfort.