我的生活海伦凯勒摘抄 海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第58期

海伦·凯勒自传《我的生活》第58期  

The story of Ruth
too—how Oriental it is! Yet how different is the life of these simple country folks from that of the Persian capital! Ruth is so loyal and gentle-hearted
we cannot help loving her
as she stands with the reapers amid the waving corn. Her beautiful
unselfish spirit shines out like a bright star in the night of a dark and cruel age. love like Ruth's
love which can rise above conflicting creeds and deep-seated racial prejudices
is hard to find in all the world.
The Bible gives me a deep
forting sense that "things seen are temporal
and things unseen are eternal."
I do not remember a time since I have been capable of loving books that I have not loved Shakespeare. I cannot tell exactly when I began Lamb's "Tales from Shakespeare"; but I know that I read them at first with a child's understanding and a child's wonder. "Macbeth" seems to have impressed me most. One reading was sufficient to stamp every detail of the story upon my memory forever. For a long time the ghosts and witches pursued me even into Dreamland. I could see
absolutely see
the dagger and Lady Macbeth's little white hand—the dreadful stain was as real to me as to the grief-stricken queen.
在我喜好的书籍中当然少不了莎士比亚。我无法确切说出我是什么时候开始读兰姆的《莎士比亚故事集》的，但是我知道我最初是以一个孩童的理解力和好奇心来读莎士比亚的。《麦克白》似乎是令我印象最深的一部作品。这出悲剧的震撼力足可以让我永远记住其中的每一处故事情节。有很长一段时间，幽灵和女巫甚至追逐至我的梦乡。我能看见，实实在在地看见，匕首和麦克白夫人娇小而苍白的手——极度悲伤的王后境况堪忧，这一幕在我看来是如此地真切，仿佛历历在目。
I read "King Lear" soon after "Macbeth
" and I shall never fet the feeling of horror when I came to the scene in which Gloster's eyes are put out. Anger seized me
my fingers refused to move
I sat rigid for one long moment
the blood throbbing in my temples
and all the hatred that a child can feel concentrated in my heart.
I must have made the acquaintance of Shylock and Satan about the same time
for the o characters were long associated in my mind. I remember that I was sorry for them. I felt vaguely that they could not be good even if they wished to
because no one seemed willing to help them or to give them a fair chance. Even now I cannot find it in my heart to condemn them utterly. There are moments when I feel that the Shylocks
the Judases
and even the Devil
are broken spokes in the great wheel of good which shall in due time be made whole.
It seems strange that my first reading of Shakespeare should have left me so many unpleasant memories. The bright
gentle
fanciful plays—the ones I like best now—appear not to have impressed me at first
perhaps because they reflected the habitual sunshine and gaiety of a child's life. But "there is nothing more capricious than the memory of a child: what it will hold
and what it will lose."