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外国文学神秘及幻想故事集
【外国文学】神秘及幻想故事集
TalesofMysteryandImaginationbyEdgarAllanPoe
■简介
想像一下,你正置身于湖畔的一座古旧宅邸之中。
时间是夜里,外面暴雨肆虐,狂风绕着灰色的石墙嘶吼。
房子下面的一间阴森的地窖里放着一口棺材,里面躺着玛德琳小姐的尸体。
同你一起待在房间里的是她的哥哥,正在用疯狂的目光望着你。
想像一下吧……你这是在鄂榭府上。
翻到另一页,可以见到一只黑猫被人勒住脖子吊在树上。
再翻一页,你就会听到一次美妙绝伦的假面舞会上响起的音乐声,看见一千个人在唱歌、跳舞。
你现在是在普洛斯佩罗亲王的城堡中。
城堡里面灯火通明、生气勃勃,人人纵情狂欢;但是在城墙外面,逡巡着那可怕的戴面具的红死魔……
这些故事将会带你进入一个阴暗的幻想世界,一个充满了恐怖、梦幻与疯狂的世界。
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-Idonotknowwhy-astrangefeelingofdeepgloomcamedownonmeandcoveredmelikeablanket.Ilookedupattheoldhousewithitshighstonewallsandnarrowwindows.Ilookedaroundatthethindrygrassandtheolddyingtrees,andanicyhandseemedtotakeholdofmyheart.Ifeltcoldandsick,andcouldnotthinkofonehappythoughttochaseawaymygloom.
Why,Iwondered,didtheHouseofUshermakemefeelsosad?
Icouldfindnoanswer.
TherewasalakenexttothehouseandIrodemyhorseuptotheedgeandstopped.Perhapsfromherethehousewouldnotseemsosad,sofullofgloom.Ilookeddownintothemirrorofdark,stillwater,andsawagaintheempty,eye-likewindowsofthehouseandthedyingtreesallaroundit.Thefeelingofgloomwasstrongerthanever.
ItwasinthishousethatIwasgoingtospendthenextfewweeks.Itsowner,RoderickUsher,hadbeenagoodfriendofminewhenIwasaboy.Ihadnotseenhimformanyyears,butrecentlyhehadsentmealetter-asadandterribleletter.Hewrotethathewasill,illinbodyandillinmind;thathewantedandneededtoseeme.Iwashisonlyfriend,theonlypersonwhocouldhelphiminhisillness.
Althoughwehadbeengoodfriendswhenwewereyoung,Iknewverylittleabouthim.Hehadneverspokenmuchabouthimself,butIknewthathecamefromaveryoldfamilyofwhichhewasthelastlivingman.IalsoknewthatintheUsherfamilytherehadneverbeenmanychildrenandsoforhundredsofyearsthefamilyname,togetherwiththefamilyhome,hadpassedstraightfromfathertoson.
AsIstoodbythelake,myfeelingofgloomgrewandgrew.Iknewalsothatunderneathmygloomlayfear,andfeardoesstrangethingstothemind.Ibegantoimaginethatthegloomwasnotinmymind,butwassomethingreal.Itwaslikeamysteriouscloud,whichseemedtocomestraightfromthedarklakeandthedyingtreesandtheoldwallsofthehouse.Aheavygreycloud,whichcarriedwithitdiseaseandfear.
Thiswasadream,Itoldmyself,andIlookedmorecarefullyatthebuildinginfrontofme.Itwas,indeed,veryoldandInoticedthateverystonehadcracksandholesinit.Buttherewasnothingreallywrongwiththebuilding.Nostonesweremissing.TheonlythingthatInoticedwasaverysmallcrackwhichstartedatthetopofthebuildingandcontinuedallthewaydownintothedarkwatersofthelake.
Iwentuptothefrontofthehouse.AservanttookmyhorseandIsteppedintothelargehall.Anotherservantledmesilentlyupstairs.Onthewallsthereweremanystrange,darkpictureswhichmademefeelnervous.IrememberedthesepicturesfrommyearliervisitstothehousewhenIwasachild.Butthefeelingsthatthepicturesgavemeonthisvisitwerenewtome.
Onthestairswemetthefamilydoctor.Hehadastrangelookonhisface,alookthatIdidnotlike.Ihurriedon,andfinallytheservantopenedadoorandtookmeintothestudy.
Theroomwaslargeandlong,withhighnarrowwindows,whichletinonlyalittlelightShadowslayinallthecornersoftheroomandaroundthedarkpiecesoffurniture.Therewere-manybooksandafewguitars,buttherewasnolife,nohappinessintheroom.Deepgloomfilledtheair.
WhenUshersawme,hegotupandwelcomedmewarmly.Ithoughthewasjustbeingpolite,butasIlookedintohisface,Icouldseethathewaspleasedtoseeme.Wesatdown,buthedidnotspeakatfirst,andforafewmomentsIwatchedhiminsurpriseandfear.Hehadchangedsomuchsinceourlastmeeting!
Hehadthesamepalethinface,thesameeyes,largeandclear,andthesamethinlipsandsofthair.Butnowhisskinwastoowhite,hiseyestoolargeandbright,andheseemedadifferentman.Hefrightenedme.Andhislongwildhairlookedlikeaghostlycloudaroundhishead.
Inoticedthatmyfriendwasverynervousandthathisfeelingschangedveryquickly.Sometimeshetalkedalot,thenhesuddenlybecamesilentanddidnotsayawordformanyhours.Atothertimeshefounditdifficulttothink,andhisvoicewasheavyandslow,likethevoiceofamanwhohaddrunktoomuch.
Hetoldmewhyhehadwantedtoseeme,andhowhehopedtofeelbetternowthatIwaswithhim.Hehad,heexplained,astrangeillnesswhichhadbeeninhisfamilyforalongtime.Itwasanervousillnesswhichmadehimfeeleverythingmuchmorestronglythanotherpeople.Hecouldonlyeatfoodthatwasalmosttasteless.Hehadtochoosehisclothesverycarefullybecausemostofthemhurthisskin.Hecouldnothaveflowersinhisroombecausetheirsmellwastoostrongforhim.Lighthurthiseyes,andmostsoundshurthisearsexceptthesoftsoundofguitars.
Worstofall,hewasaprisonerofhisownfear.‘Ishalldie,’heusedtosay,‘becauseofthisfear,I'mnotafraidofdanger.Whatfrightensmeisfearitself.AtthemomentIamfightingagainstfear,butsoonerorlaterIwon'tbeabletofightanymore.’
DuringlongconversationswithUsherIlearntmoreabouthisstrangeillness.HewassurethatitcamefromtheHouseofUsheritself.Hehadnotleftthehouseformanyyearsandhehadbecome,hethought,assadasthehouseitself.Thegloomofitsgreywallsanditsdarksilentlakehadbecomehisown.
Healsobelievedthatmuchofhissadnesswasbecausehisdearsisterwasseriouslyill.Hehadonesister,Madeleine,theonlyotherpersoninhisfamilywhowasstillliving,buteachdaysheseemedalittlenearertodeath.
‘Herdeath,’Ushersaidblackly,‘willleavemealoneintheworld,thelastofalltheUshers.’
Whilehewasspeaking,Madeleinepassedslowlythroughthebackofthelongroomand,withoutnoticingme,disappeared.AsIlookedather,myeyesfeltheavywith.sleep,andIhadastrangefeelingoffear.IlookedacrossatUsher.Hehadcoveredhisfacewithhishands,butIcouldseethathehadbecomeevenpaler,andthathewascryingsilently.
LadyMadeleine'sillnesswasamysteriousonewhichnodoctorcouldunderstand.Everydayshebecameweakerandthinner,andsometimeswentintoasleepwhichwasmorelikedeaththansleep.Foryearsshehadfoughtbravelyagainstherillness,butonthenightofmyarrivalshewenttobedanddidnotgetupfromitagain.‘Youwillprobablynotseeheragainalive,’Ushersaidtome,shakinghisheadsadly.
DuringthenextfewdaysUsherandIneverspokeabouthissister.Wespentalotoftimepaintingandreadingtogether,andsometimesheplayedonhisguitar.Itriedveryhardtohelpmyfriend,butIrealizedthathissadnesswastoodeep.Itwasablackgloomthatcoveredeverythingthatbelongedtohisworld;sometimes,indeed,heseemedclosetotheedgeofmadness.
Hepaintedstrangepictures,andsangmysterioussongswithwildwords.Hisideas,too,werestrange,andhehadoneideathstseemedmoreimportanttohimthanalltheothers.Hewasquitesurethatallthings,plants,trees,evenstones,wereabletofeel.
‘TheHouseofUsheritself,’hetoldme,‘islikealivingthing.Whenthewallswerefirstbuilt,lifewentintothestonesthemselvesandyearafteryearithasgrownstronger.Eventheairaroundthewallsandabovethelakehasitsownlife,andbelongstothehouse.Don'tyousee,’hecried,‘howthestonesandtheairhaveshapedthelivesoftheUsherfamily?
’
Theseideasweretoofantasticforme,andIcouldnotanswerhim.
OneeveningIwasreadingquietlywhenmyfriendtoldme,inveryfewwords,thattheLadyMadeleinehaddied.Hehaddecided,hesaid,tokeepherbodyforafortnightinoneofthevaultsunderthehouse,beforeitwenttoitslastresting-place.Thiswasbecausehissister'sillnesshadbeenamysteriousone,andherdoctorswantedtolearnmoreaboutit.HeaskedmetohelphimandIagreed.
Togetherwecarriedthebodyinitscoffindowntothevaultsunderthehouse.Thevaultthathehadchosenwasalongwaydown,butwasunderthepartofthehousewhereIslept.Ithadoncebeenaprison,andwassmall,dark,andairless,withaheavymetaldoor.
Weputthecoffindownandthengentlyliftedupthecovertolookatthedeadwomanforthelasttime.AsIlookeddownatherface,IrealizedhowmuchUsher'ssisterlookedlikehim.MyfriendthensaidafewquietwordsandIlearntthatheandhissisterhadbeenbornonthesameday.Eachhadknowntheother'smindwithouttheneedforwords.
Wecouldnotlookatherforlong.Herstrangeillnesshadleftherwithasoftpinkcolouronherface,andthatunchanginghalf-smileonherlipswhichissoterribleindeath.Weputbackthecoverofthecoffin,fixeditdownwell,andafterlockingtheheavydoorofthevault,wentbackupstairsintothegloomyhouse.
Aftersomedaysofdeepunhappiness,Isawthatmyfriend'sillnessofthemindwasgrowingworse.Hedidnotpaintorreadanymore.Hemovedslowlyfromroomtoroom,neverknowingwhattodo.Hisfacebecamepaler,thelightdisappearedfromhiseyes,andhisvoiceoftenshookwithfearwhenhespoke.SometimesIthoughthewastryingtotellmesometerriblesecret.AtothertimesIthoughthewasgoingmad.Heusedtositforhours,lookingatnothing,listeningtonothing-except