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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