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第29章 让心灵去旅行5（第1页）

hoosewherethouwilt，whilstIsitbyandsing，

Orgatherrushestomakemanyaring，

Forthelongfingers；telltheetalesoflove，

HowthealePhoebe，huntinginagrove，

FirstsawtheboyEndymion，fromwhoseeyes

Shetooketernalfirethatneverdies；

Howsheconvey’dhimsoftlyinaslee

Histemlesboundwithoy，tothestee

HeadofoldLatmos，whereshestooseachnight，

Gildingthemountainwithherbrother’slight，

Tokisshersweetest。”

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Ihavenoobjectiontogotoseeruins，aqueducts，ictures，incomanywithafriendoraarty，butratherthecontrary，fortheformerreasonreserved。Theyareintelligiblematters，andwillbeartalkingabout。Thesentimenthereisnottacit，butcommunicableandovert。SalisburyPlainisbarrenofcriticism，butStonehengewillbearadiscussionantiquarian，icturesque，andhilosohical。Insettingoutonaartyofleasure，thefirstconsiderationalwaysiswhereweshallgoto，intakingasolitaryramble，thequestioniswhatweshallmeetwithbytheway。“Themindisitsownlace”；norareweanxioustoarriveattheendofourjourney。Icanmyselfdothehonoursindifferentlywelltoworksofartandcuriosity。IoncetookaartytoOxfordwithnomeanéclat—showedthemthatseatoftheMusesatadistance，“Withglisteringsiresandinnaclesadorn’d—”descantedonthelearnedairthatbreathesfromthegrassyquadranglesandstonewallsofhallsandcolleges—wasathomeintheBodleian；AndatBlenheimquitesuersededtheowderedCiceronethatattendedus，andthatointedinvainwithhiswandtocommonlacebeautiesinmatchlessictures。Asanotherexcetiontotheabovereasoning，Ishouldnotfeelconfidentinventuringonajourneyinaforeigncountrywithoutacomanion。Ishouldwantatintervalstohearthesoundofmyownlanguage。ThereisaninvoluntaryantiathyinthemindofanEnglishmantoforeignmannersandnotionsthatrequirestheassistanceofsocialsymathytocarryitoff。Asthedistancefromhomeincreases，thisrelief，whichwasatfirstaluxury，becomesaassionandanaetite。AersonwouldalmostfeelstifledtofindhimselfinthedesertsofArabiawithoutfriendsandcountrymentheremustbeallowedtobesomethingintheviewofAthensoroldRomethatclaimstheutteranceofseech；andIownthatthePyramidsaretoomightyforanysinglecontemlation。Insuchsituations，sooositetoallone’sordinarytrainofideas，oneseemsaseciesbyone’sself，alimbtornofffromsociety，unlessonecanmeetwithinstantfellowshiandsuort。—YetIdidnotfeelthiswantorcravingveryressingonce，whenIfirstsetmyfootonthelaughingshoresofFrance。Calaiswaseoledwithnoveltyanddelight。Theconfuse，busymurmurofthelacewaslikeoilandwineouredintomyears；nordidthemariners’hymn，whichwassungfromthetoofanoldcrazyvesselintheharbour，asthesunwentdown，sendanaliensoundintomysoul。Ionlybreathedtheairofgeneralhumanity。Iwalkedover“thevine-coveredhillsandgayregionsofFrance，”erectandsatisfied；fortheimageofmanwasnotcastdownandchainedtothefootofarbitrarythrones：Iwasatnolossforlanguage，forthatofallthegreatschoolsofaintingwasoentome。Thewholeisvanishedlikeashade。Pictures，heroes，glory，freedoms，allarefled，nothingremainsbuttheBourbonsandtheFrencheole！—Thereisundoubtedlyasensationintravellingintoforeignartsthatistobehadnowhereelse，butitismoreleasingatthetimethanlasting。Itistooremotefromourhabitualassociationstobeacommontoicofdiscourseorreference，and，likeadreamoranotherstateofexistence，doesnotieceintoourdailymodesoflife。Itisananimatedbutamomentaryhallucination。Itdemandsanefforttoexchangeouractualforouridealidentity；andtofeeltheulseofouroldtransortsreviveverykeenly，wemust“jum”allourresentcomfortsandconnexions。Ourromanticanditinerantcharacterisnottobedomesticated。Dr。Johnsonremarkedhowlittleforeigntraveladdedtothefacilitiesofconversationinthosewhohadbeenabroad。Infact，thetimewehavesentthereisbothdelightful，andinonesenseinstructive；butitaearstobecutoutofoursubstantialdownrightexistence，andnevertojoinkindlyontoit。Wearenotthesame，butanother，anderhasmoreenviableindividual，allthetimeweareoutofourowncountry。Wearelosttoourselves，aswellasourfriend。Sotheoetsomewhatquaintlysings，“OutofmycountryandmyselfIgo。”Thosewhowishtoforgetainfulthoughts，dowelltoabsentthemselvesforawhilefromthetiesandobjectsthatrecallthem；butwecanbesaidonlytofulfillourdestinyinthelacethatgaveusbirth。Ishouldonthisaccountlikewellenoughtosendthewholeofmylifeintravelingabroad，ifIcouldanywhereborrowanotherlifetosendafterwardsathome！

林湖重游

OnceMoretotheLake

埃尔文·布鲁克斯·怀特

ElwynBrooksWhite

大约在1904年的夏季，我父亲在缅因州的一个湖畔租了一间临时住房，把我们都带去了。整个八月，我们都是在那里度过的。我们从一些小猫身上传染了金钱癣，一天到晚不得不在胳膊和腿上都擦满旁氏冷霜；还有一次，我父亲从船上掉入水中，当时他穿着西装革履。不过除了这些，我们度过了一个愉快的假期。从那时起，我们大家都公认缅因州的这个湖是世上无与伦比的地方。连续几个夏天，我们都在那里度过——通常八月一日到达，过完整个八月。再后来，我爱上了海滨生活。但是在夏季的有些日子里，海浪汹涌不息，海水冰凉刺骨，海风从上午到下午吹个不停，这一切让我很是渴望山林中小湖边的清静。几周以前，这种情形愈加强烈。于是，我买了两根鲈鱼钓竿和一些诱饵，重新回到以前我们常去的那个湖畔，故地重游，钓上一个星期的鱼。

我是带着我儿子一起去的。他从没有游过淡水湖，只是透过火车上的玻璃窗看见过漂浮在水面上的莲叶。在驶向湖畔的路上，我开始想象它现在的样子。我猜测岁月会把这片独一无二的圣地破坏成怎样一副模样——那里的海湾和小溪、笼罩在落日里的山峦，还有宿营的小屋和屋后的小路。我相信这条柏油马路已经给了我答案，我还在想象其他哪些地方也被破坏了。很奇怪，一旦你任由思绪回归往日，很多旧地的记忆就会被重新唤醒。你记起了一件事情，就会联想起另一件事情。我想我记得最清楚的是那些爽朗的清晨，清凉的湖水；平静的湖面；卧室里弥漫着木屋的清香；屋子外面，湿润的树林散发的芳香穿透房间的墙板，依稀可嗅。木屋的隔板很薄，而且离房顶有一段距离。我总是第一个起床的人，为了不吵醒别人，我蹑手蹑脚地穿好衣服，悄悄地溜出屋来。外面一片馥郁芬芳，我坐上小船出发，沿着湖岸，在一条长长的松树阴影里划过。我记得当时我总是很谨慎，从来不让我的桨与船舷的上缘碰在一起，以免打破教堂的宁静。

这个湖绝不是人们所说的那种荒郊野湖。一些村舍零星地坐落在湖岸边上，尽管湖边都是茂密的树木，但这里还是农区。有些村舍是附近农家的，你可以住在湖边，到农舍里用餐——我们一家就是这样。不过，这个湖并不显得荒凉，它相当大且不受外界干扰。至少对于一个孩子来说，有些地方确实太过于沉静，而且有点儿原始的味道。