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不要一个人读它们~
埃德加?
爱伦?
坡(1809—1849)出生于美国波士顿。
在短暂而郁郁不得志的一生中,他曾供职于几家报社,并发表了很多短篇小说和诗歌。
也许最令他声名远播的是他的短篇小说创作。
TheFalloftheHouseofUsher
Itwasagreyautumndayandtheskywasfulloflargeblackclouds(AlldayIhadriddenthroughflatanduninterestingcountryside,
butatlast,asitbegantogrowdark,Isawtheendofmyjourney(
There,infrontofme,stoodtheHouseofUsher(Andatonce-Ido
notknowwhy-astrangefeelingofdeepgloomcamedownonmeandcoveredmelikeablanket(Ilookedupattheoldhousewithitshighstonewallsandnarrowwindows(Ilookedaroundatthethindrygrassandtheolddyingtrees,andanicyhandseemedtotakeholdofmyheart(Ifelt
coldandsick,andcouldnotthinkofonehappythoughttochaseawaymygloom(
Why,Iwondered,didtheHouseofUshermakemefeelsosad,I
couldfindnoanswer(
TherewasalakenexttothehouseandIrodemyhorseuptotheedgeandstopped(Perhapsfromherethehousewouldnotseemsosad,
sofullofgloom(Ilookeddownintothemirrorofdark,stillwater,and
sawagaintheempty,eye-likewindowsofthehouseandthedyingtrees
allaroundit(Thefeelingofgloomwasstrongerthanever(
ItwasinthishousethatIwasgoingtospendthenextfewweeks(Its
owner,RoderickUsher,hadbeenagoodfriendofminewhenIwasaboy(Ihadnotseenhimformanyyears,butrecentlyhehadsentmealetter-asadandterribleletter(Hewrotethathewasill,illinbodyandill
inmind;
thathewantedandneededtoseeme(Iwashisonlyfriend,the
onlypersonwhocouldhelphiminhisillness(
Althoughwehadbeengoodfriendswhenwewereyoung,Iknew
verylittleabouthim(Hehadneverspokenmuchabouthimself,butI
knewthathecamefromaveryoldfamilyofwhichhewasthelastliving
man(IalsoknewthatintheUsherfamilytherehadneverbeenmanychildrenandsoforhundredsofyearsthefamilyname,togetherwiththe
familyhome,hadpassedstraightfromfathertoson(
AsIstoodbythelake,myfeelingofgloomgrewandgrew(Iknew
alsothatunderneathmygloomlayfear,andfeardoesstrangethingstothemind(Ibegantoimaginethatthegloomwasnotinmymind,butwas
somethingreal(Itwaslikeamysteriouscloud,whichseemedtocome
straightfromthedarklakeandthedyingtreesandtheoldwallsofthe
house(Aheavygreycloud,whichcarriedwithitdiseaseandfear(
Thiswasadream,Itoldmyself,andIlookedmorecarefullyatthebuildinginfrontofme(Itwas,indeed,veryoldandInoticedthatevery
stonehadcracksandholesinit(Buttherewasnothingreallywrongwiththebuilding(Nostonesweremissing(TheonlythingthatInoticedwasa
verysmallcrackwhichstartedatthetopofthebuildingandcontinuedallthewaydownintothedarkwatersofthelake(
Iwentuptothefrontofthehouse(AservanttookmyhorseandI
steppedintothelargehall(Anotherservantledmesilentlyupstairs(On
thewallsthereweremanystrange,darkpictureswhichmademefeel
nervous(IrememberedthesepicturesfrommyearliervisitstothehousewhenIwasachild(Butthefeelingsthatthepicturesgavemeonthisvisitwerenewtome(
Onthestairswemetthefamilydoctor(Hehadastrangelookonhis
face,alookthatIdidnotlike(Ihurriedon,andfinallytheservant
openedadoorandtookmeintothestudy(
Theroomwaslargeandlong,withhighnarrowwindows,whichlet
inonlyalittlelightShadowslayinallthecornersoftheroomandaroundthedarkpiecesoffurniture(Therewere-manybooksandafewguitars,
buttherewasnolife,nohappinessintheroom(Deepgloomfilledthe
air(
WhenUshersawme,hegotupandwelcomedmewarmly(Ithought
hewasjustbeingpolite,butasIlookedintohisface,Icouldseethathe
waspleasedtoseeme(Wesatdown,buthedidnotspeakatfirst,andfor
afewmomentsIwatchedhiminsurpriseandfear(Hehadchangedso
muchsinceourlastmeeting~Hehadthesamepalethinface,thesame
eyes,largeandclear,andthesamethinlipsandsofthair(Butnowhis
skinwastoowhite,hiseyestoolargeandbright,andheseemeda
differentman(Hefrightenedme(Andhislongwildhairlookedlikeaghostlycloudaroundhishead(
Inoticedthatmyfriendwasverynervousandthathisfeelingschangedveryquickly(Sometimeshetalkedalot,thenhesuddenly
becamesilentanddidnotsayawordformanyhours(Atothertimeshe
founditdifficulttothink,andhisvoicewasheavyandslow,likethe
voiceofamanwhohaddrunktoomuch(
Hetoldmewhyhehadwantedtoseeme,andhowhehopedtofeel
betternowthatIwaswithhim(Hehad,heexplained,astrangeillness
whichhadbeeninhisfamilyforalongtime(Itwasanervousillness
whichmadehimfeeleverythingmuchmorestronglythanotherpeople(Hecouldonlyeatfoodthatwasalmosttasteless(Hehadto
choosehisclothesverycarefullybecausemostofthemhurthisskin(He
couldnothaveflowersinhisroombecausetheirsmellwastoostrongfor
him(Lighthurthiseyes,andmostsoundshurthisearsexceptthesoftsoundofguitars(
Worstofall,hewasaprisonerofhisownfear(‘Ishalldie,’heused
tosay,‘becauseofthisfear,I'
mnotafraidofdanger(Whatfrightensme
isfearitself(AtthemomentIamfightingagainstfear,butsoonerorlater
Iwon'
tbeabletofightanymore(’
DuringlongconversationswithUsherIlearntmoreabouthisstrangeillness(HewassurethatitcamefromtheHouseofUsheritself(Hehadnotleftthehouseformanyyearsandhehadbecome,he
thought,assadasthehouseitself(Thegloomofitsgreywallsanditsdarksilentlakehadbecomehisown(
Healsobelievedthatmuchofhissadnesswasbecausehisdearsister
wasseriouslyill(Hehadonesister,Madeleine,theonlyotherpersonin
buteachdaysheseemedalittlenearertohisfamilywhowasstillliving,
death(
‘Herdeath,’Ushersaidblackly,‘willleavemealoneintheworld,
thelastofalltheUshers(’
Whilehewasspeaking,Madeleinepassedslowlythroughthebackofthelongroomand,withoutnoticingme,disappeared(AsIlookedat
her,myeyesfeltheavywith(sleep,andIhadastrangefeelingoffear(I
lookedacrossatUsher(Hehadcoveredhisfacewithhishands,butI
couldseethathehadbecomeevenpaler,andthathewascryingsilently(
LadyMadeleine'
sillnesswasamysteriousonewhichnodoctorcouldunderstand(Everydayshebecameweakerandthinner,and
sometimeswentintoasleepwhichwasmorelikedeaththansleep(For
yearsshehadfoughtbravelyagainstherillness,butonthenightofmyarrivalshewenttobedanddidnotgetupfromitagain(‘Youwill
probablynotseeheragainalive,’Ushersaidtome,shakinghishead
sadly(
DuringthenextfewdaysUsherandIneverspokeabouthis
sister(Wespentalotoftimepaintingandreadingtogether,and
sometimesheplayedonhisguitar(Itriedveryhardtohelpmyfriend,
butIrealizedthathissadnesswastoodeep(Itwasablackgloomthatcoveredeverythingthatbelongedtohisworld;
sometimes,indeed,he
seemedclosetotheedgeofmadness(
Hepaintedstrangepictures,andsangmysterioussongswithwildwords(Hisideas,too,werestrange,andhehadoneideathstseemedmoreimportanttohimthanalltheothers(Hewasquitesurethatallthings,plants,trees,evenstones,wereabletofeel(
‘TheHouseofUsheritself,’hetoldme,‘islikealivingthing(When
thewallswerefirstbuilt,lifewentintothestonesthemselvesandyear
Eventheairaroundthewallsandaboveafteryearithasgrownstronger(
thelakehasitsownlife,andbelongstothehouse(Don'
tyousee,’he
cried,‘howthestonesandtheairhaveshapedthelivesoftheUsher
family,’
Theseideasweretoofantasticforme,andIcouldnotanswerhim(
OneeveningIwasreadingquietlywhenmyfriendtoldme,invery
fewwords,thattheLadyMadeleinehaddied(Hehaddecided,hesaid,
tokeepherbodyforafortnightinoneofthevaultsunderthehouse,
beforeitwenttoitslastresting-place(Thiswasbecausehissister'
sillnesshadbeenamysteriousone,andherdoctorswantedtolearnmoreaboutit(HeaskedmetohelphimandIagreed(
Togetherwecarriedthebodyinitscoffindowntothevaultsunder
thehouse(Thevaultthathehadchosenwasalongwaydown,butwas
underthepartofthehousewhereIslept(Ithadoncebeenaprison,and
wassmall,dark,andairless,withaheavymetaldoor(
Weputthecoffindownandthengentlyliftedupthecovertolookat
thedeadwomanforthelasttime(AsIlookeddownatherface,Irealized
howmuchUsher'
ssisterlookedlikehim(MyfriendthensaidafewquietwordsandIlearntthatheandhissisterhadbeenbornonthesame
day(Eachhadknowntheother'
smindwithouttheneedforwords(
Wecouldnotlookatherforlong(Herstrangeillnesshadleftherwithasoftpinkcolouronherface,andthatunchanginghalf,smileon
herlipswhichissoterribleindeath(Weputbackthecoverofthecoffin,
fixeditdownwell,andafterlockingtheheavydoorofthevault,went
backupstairsintothegloomyhouse(
Aftersomedaysofdeepunhappiness,Isawthatmyfriend'
sillness
ofthemindwasgrowingworse(Hedidnotpaintorreadanymore(He
movedslowlyfromroomtoroom,neverknowingwhattodo(Hisface
becamepaler,thelightdisappearedfromhiseyes,andhisvoiceoftenshookwithfearwhenhespoke(SometimesIthoughthewastryingtotellmesometerriblesecret(AtothertimesIthoughthewasgoingmad(He