雙語譯林·壹力文庫：道林·格雷的畫像（附英文版書籍） epub pdf mobi txt 電子書下載 2024

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商品介绍

齣版社：譯林齣版社

ISBN：9787544724852

版次：1

商品編碼：11464208

包裝：平裝

叢書名：雙語譯林·壹力文庫

開本：16開

齣版時間：2014-06-01

用紙：書寫紙

頁數：444

字數：179000

正文語種：中文，英文

附件：附英文版書籍

附件數量：1

雙語譯林·壹力文庫：道林·格雷的畫像（附英文版書籍） epub pdf mobi txt 電子書下載 2024

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　　奧斯卡·王爾德是19世紀唯美主義運動的代錶人物，他所作《道林·格雷的畫像》便是當時的代錶作，這也是王爾德的一部長篇小說。作品中美麗的詞藻和絢然爛的意象附麗於變態人物和荒誕的情節，因此長期遭到誤解，其實書中另有真意。

內容簡介

　　天生漂亮異常的主人公道林·格雷，因見瞭畫傢霍華德給他畫的和真人一樣大的肖像，發現瞭自己驚人的美，又聽信瞭亨利?華頓勛爵的吹噓，開始為自己韶華易逝，美貌難久感到痛苦，錶示希望那幅肖像能代替自己承擔歲月和心靈的負擔，而讓他自己永遠保持青春貌美。他的這個想入非非的願望後來卻莫名其妙地實現瞭。一天晚上他粗暴地對待瞭他所愛的女演員西比爾·葦恩，迴到傢裏，發現那肖像上齣現瞭殘忍的錶情。原來那肖像已開始隨著道林·格雷心靈的變化而變化瞭。

作者簡介

　　奧斯卡?王爾德（Oscar Wilde，1854—1900）19世紀英國最偉大的藝術傢之一，以其劇作、詩歌、童話和小說聞名於世。王爾德作為唯美主義代錶人物，在世界文學史上享有特殊地位，是19世紀80年代美學運動的主力和90年代頹廢派運動的先驅。他的著作有《快樂王子》《莎樂美》《認真的重要》《理想丈夫》《雷丁監獄之歌》等等，影響深遠。

精彩書評

　　巴茲爾?霍爾沃德是我的自畫像，亨利勛爵是世人對我的印象，而道林纔是我希望成為的人，也行隻是年齡不同。
　　——王爾德

精彩書摘

　　那是個醉人的夜晚，非常暖和，他把外套搭在手臂上，脖子上連絲綢圍巾都沒戴。他抽著煙，信步往傢走，身邊走過兩個穿著晚禮服的青年。他聽見其中一個對另一個耳語道：“那就是道林?格雷。”他想起以前被人指指點點、被盯著看或是被談論時自己曾多麼開心，現在卻厭倦瞭聽到自己的名字。他最近常去的那個小村莊一半的魅力就在於沒人知道他是誰。他引誘瞭一個姑娘，讓她愛上自己，他常告訴她自己很窮，她也信以為真。有一次，他告訴她自己很壞，她哈哈大笑，迴答說壞人總是又老又醜的。她笑得多麼動聽！——就像是畫眉在歌唱。她穿著棉布衣服，戴著大帽子，多麼美麗！她什麼都不知道，卻擁有他失去的一切。
　　他迴到傢，發現僕人正等著他便打發他去睡覺，自己躺在圖書室的沙發上，開始思索亨利勛爵跟他說的一些話。
　　難道人真的永遠也不能改變嗎？他狂野地渴望著自己純潔無瑕的童年—— 亨利勛爵曾經稱之為白玫瑰般的童年。他知道他已經玷汙瞭自己，心思裏滿是腐敗，想象中全是恐怖；他知道自己對旁人是種邪惡的影響，還從中獲得一種殘忍的快感；他知道在與他交往過的人當中，因他濛受恥辱的都是最善良、最有前途的人。可這就無法挽迴瞭嗎？他沒希望瞭嗎？

　　It was a lovely night, so warm that he threw his coat over his arm and did not even put his silk scarf round his throat. As he strolled home, smoking his cigarette, two young men in evening dress passed him. He heard one of them whisper to the other, “That is Dorian Gray.” He remembered how pleased he used to be when he was pointed out, or stared at, or talked about. He was tired of hearing his own name now. Half the charm of the little village where he had been so often lately was that no one knew who he was. He had often told the girl whom he had lured to love him that he was poor, and she had believed him. He had told her once that he was wicked, and she had laughed at him and answered that wicked people were always very old and very ugly. What a laugh she had!——just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats! She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.
When he reached home, he found his servant waiting up for him. He sent him to bed, and threw himself down on the sofa in the library, and began to think over some of the things that Lord Henry had said to him.
　　Was it really true that one could never change? He felt a wild longing for the unstained purity of his boyhood——his rose-white boyhood, as Lord Henry had once called it. He knew that he had tarnished himself, filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy; that he had been an evil influence to others, and had experienced a terrible joy in being so; and that of the lives that had crossed his own, it had been the fairest and the most full of promise that he had brought to shame. But was it all irretrievable? Was there no hope for him?