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1、【国外英文文学】THE SUN ALSO RISESTHE SUN ALSO RISESby Ernest HemingwayContents:FlyleafBook One1 2 3 4 5 6 7Book Two8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18Book Three19About the AuthorFlyleaf:Published in 1926 to explosive acclaim, _The Sun Also Rises_ stands as perhaps the most impressive first novel ever written by
2、 an American writer. A roman clef about a group of American and English expatriates on an excursion from Pariss Left Bank to Pamplona for the July fiesta and its climactic bull fight, a journey from the center of a civilization spirtually bankrupted by the First World War to a vital, God-haunted wor
3、ld in which faith and honor have yet to lose their currency, the novel captured for the generation that would come to be called Lost the spirit of its age, and marked Ernest Hemingway as the preeminent writer of his time.This book is for Hadleyand for John Hadley NicanorYou are all a lost generation
4、_.-GERTRUDE STEIN IN CONVERSATIONOne generation passeth away, and another generation cometh; but the earth abideth forever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to the place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about cont
5、inually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. . . All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again_.- ECCLESIASTES BOOK ONE1Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think t
6、hat I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn. He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton. There was a cer
7、tain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down anybody who was snooty to him, although, being very shy and a thoroughly nice boy, he never fought except in the gym. He was Spider Kellys star pupil. Spider Kelly taught all his young gentlemen to box like featherweights, no matter whether they weig
8、hed one hundred and five or two hundred and five pounds. But it seemed to fit Cohn. He was really very fast. He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him and got his nose permanently flattened. This increased Cohns distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange so
9、rt, and it certainly improved his nose. In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles. I never met any one of his class who remembered him. They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion.I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when thei
10、r stories hold together, and I always had a suspicion that perhaps Robert Cohn had never been middleweight boxing champion, and that perhaps a horse had stepped on his face, or that maybe his mother had been frightened or seen something, or that he had, maybe, bumped into something as a young child,
11、 but I finally had somebody verify the story from Spider Kelly. Spider Kelly not only remembered Cohn. He had often wondered what had become of him.Robert Cohn was a member, through his father, of one of the richest Jewish families in New York, and through his mother of one of the oldest. At the mil
12、itary school where he prepped for Princeton, and played a very good end on the football team, no one had made him race-conscious. No one had ever made him feel he was a Jew, and hence any different from anybody else, until he went to Princeton. He was a nice boy, a friendly boy, and very shy, and it
13、 made him bitter. He took it out in boxing, and he came out of Princeton with painful self-consciousness and the flattened nose, and was married by the first girl who was nice to him. He was married five years, had three children, lost most of the fifty thousand dollars his father left him, the bala
14、nce of the estate having gone to his mother, hardened into a rather unattractive mould under domestic unhappiness with a rich wife; and just when he had made up his mind to leave his wife she left him and went off with a miniature-painter. As he had been thinking for months about leaving his wife an
15、d had not done it because it would be too cruel to deprive her of himself, her departure was a very healthful shock.The divorce was arranged and Robert Cohn went out to the Coast. In California he fell among literary people and, as he still had a little of the fifty thousand left, in a short time he
16、 was backing a review of the Arts. The review commenced publication in Carmel, California, and finished in Provincetown, Massachusetts. By that time Cohn, who had been regarded purely as an angel, and whose name had appeared on the editorial page merely as a member of the advisory board, had become
17、the sole editor. It was his money and he discovered he liked the authority of editing. He was sorry when the magazine became too expensive and he had to give it up.By that time, though, he had other things to worry about. He had been taken in hand by a lady who hoped to rise with the magazine. She w
18、as very forceful, and Cohn never had a chance of not being taken in hand. Also he was sure that he loved her. When this lady saw that the magazine was not going to rise, she became a little disgusted with Cohn and decided that she might as well get what there was to get while there was still somethi
19、ng available, so she urged that they go to Europe, where Cohn could write. They came to Europe, where the lady had been educated, and stayed three years. During these three years, the first spent in travel, the last two in Paris, Robert Cohn had two friends, Braddocks and myself. Braddocks was his l
20、iterary friend. I was his tennis friend.The lady who had him, her name was Frances, found toward the end of the second year that her looks were going, and her attitude toward Robert changed from one of careless possession and exploitation to the absolute determination that he should marry her. Durin
21、g this time Roberts mother had settled an allowance on him, about three hundred dollars a month. During two years and a half I do not believe that Robert Cohn looked at another woman. He was fairly happy, except that, like many people living in Europe, he would rather have been in America, and he ha
22、d discovered writing. He wrote a novel, and it was not really such a bad novel as the critics later called it, although it was a very poor novel. He read many books, played bridge, played tennis, and boxed at a local gymnasium.I first became aware of his ladys attitude toward him one night after the
23、 three of us had dined together. We had dined at lAvenues and afterward went to the Caf de Versailles for coffee. We had several _fines_ after the coffee, and I said I must be going. Cohn had been talking about the two of us going off somewhere on a weekend trip. He wanted to get out of town and get
24、 in a good walk. I suggested we fly to Strasbourg and walk up to Saint Odile, or somewhere or other in Alsace. I know a girl in Strasbourg who can show us the town, I said.Somebody kicked me under the table. I thought it was accidental and went on: Shes been there two years and knows everything ther
25、e is to know about the town. Shes a swell girl.I was kicked again under the table and, looking, saw Frances, Roberts lady, her chin lifting and her face hardening.Hell, I said, why go to Strasbourg? We could go up to Bruges, or to the Ardennes.Cohn looked relieved. I was not kicked again. I said goo
26、d-night and went out. Cohn said he wanted to buy a paper and would walk to the corner with me. For Gods sake, he said, why did you say that about that girl in Strasbourg for? Didnt you see Frances?No, why should I? If I know an American girl that lives in Strasbourg what the hell is it to Frances?It
27、 doesnt make any difference. Any girl. I couldnt go, that would be all.Dont be silly.You dont know Frances. Any girl at all. Didnt you see the way she looked?Oh, well, I said, lets go to Senlis.Dont get sore.Im not sore. Senlis is a good place and we can stay at the Grand Cerf and take a hike in the
28、 woods and come home.Good, that will be fine.Well, Ill see you to-morrow at the courts, I said.Good-night, Jake, he said, and started back to the caf.You forgot to get your paper, I said.Thats so. He walked with me up to the kiosque at the corner. You are not sore, are you, Jake? He turned with the
29、paper in his hand.No, why should I be?See you at tennis, he said. I watched him walk back to the caf holding his paper. I rather liked him and evidently she led him quite a life. 2That winter Robert Cohn went over to America with his novel, and it was accepted by a fairly good publisher. His going m
30、ade an awful row I heard, and I think that was where Frances lost him, because several women were nice to him in New York, and when he came back he was quite changed. He was more enthusiastic about America than ever, and he was not so simple, and he was not so nice. The publishers had praised his no
31、vel pretty highly and it rather went to his head. Then several women had put themselves out to be nice to him, and his horizons had all shifted. For four years his horizon had been absolutely limited to his wife. For three years, or almost three years, he had never seen beyond Frances. I am sure he
32、had never been in love in his life.He had married on the rebound from the rotten time he had in college, and Frances took him on the rebound from his discovery that he had not been everything to his first wife. He was not in love yet but he realized that he was an attractive quantity to women, and t
33、hat the fact of a woman caring for him and wanting to live with him was not simply a divine miracle. This changed him so that he was not so pleasant to have around. Also, playing for higher stakes than he could afford in some rather steep bridge games with his New York connections, he had held cards
34、 and won several hundred dollars. It made him rather vain of his bridge game, and he talked several times of how a man could always make a living at bridge if he were ever forced to.Then there was another thing. He had been reading W. H. Hudson. That sounds like an innocent occupation, but Cohn had
35、read and reread The Purple Land. The Purple Land is a very sinister book if read too late in life. It recounts splendid imaginary amorous adventures of a perfect English gentleman in an intensely romantic land, the scenery of which is very well described. For a man to take it at thirty-four as a gui
36、de-book to what life holds is about as safe as it would be for a man of the same age to enter Wall Street direct from a French convent, equipped with a complete set of the more practical Alger books. Cohn, I believe, took every word of The Purple Land as literally as though it had been an R. G. Dun
37、report. You understand me, he made some reservations, but on the whole the book to him was sound. It was all that was needed to set him off. I did not realize the extent to which it had set him off until one day he came into my office.Hello, Robert, I said. Did you come in to cheer me up?Would you l
38、ike to go to South America, Jake? he asked.No.Why not?I dont know. I never wanted to go. Too expensive. You can see all the South Americans you want in Paris anyway.Theyre not the real South Americans.They look awfully real to me.I had a boat train to catch with a weeks mail stories, and only half o
39、f them written.Do you know any dirt? I asked.No.None of your exalted connections getting divorces?No; listen, Jake. If I handled both our expenses, would you go to South America with me?Why me?You can talk Spanish. And it would be more fun with two of us.No, I said, I like this town and I go to Spai
40、n in the summertime.All my life Ive wanted to go on a trip like that, Cohn said. He sat down. Ill be too old before I can ever do it.Dont be a fool, I said. You can go anywhere you want. Youve got plenty of money.I know. But I cant get started.Cheer up, I said. All countries look just like the movin
41、g pictures.But I felt sorry for him. He had it badly.I cant stand it to think my life is going so fast and Im not really living it.Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.Im not interested in bull-fighters. Thats an abnormal life. I want to go back in the country in South Ame
42、rica. We could have a great trip.Did you ever think about going to British East Africa to shoot?No, I wouldnt like that.Id go there with you.No; that doesnt interest me.Thats because you never read a book about it. Go on and read a book all full of love affairs with the beautiful shiny black princes
43、ses.I want to go to South America.He had a hard, Jewish, stubborn streak.Come on down-stairs and have a drink.Arent you working?No, I said. We went down the stairs to the caf on the ground floor. I had discovered that was the best way to get rid of friends. Once you had a drink all you had to say wa
44、s: Well, Ive got to get back and get off some cables, and it was done. It is very important to discover graceful exits like that in the newspaper business, where it is such an important part of the ethics that you should never seem to be working. Anyway, we went down-stairs to the bar and had a whis
45、key and soda. Cohn looked at the bottles in bins around the wall. This is a good place, he said.Theres a lot of liquor, I agreed.Listen, Jake, he leaned forward on the bar. Dont you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and youre not taking advantage of it? Do you realize youve lived n
46、early half the time you have to live already?Yes, every once in a while.Do you know that in about thirty-five years more well be dead?What the hell, Robert, I said. What the hell.Im serious.Its one thing I dont worry about, I said.You ought to.Ive had plenty to worry about one time or other. Im thro
47、ugh worrying.Well, I want to go to South America.Listen, Robert, going to another country doesnt make any difference. Ive tried all that. You cant get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. Theres nothing to that.But youve never been to South America.South America hell! If you went
48、there the way you feel now it would be exactly the same. This is a good town. Why dont you start living your life in Paris?Im sick of Paris, and Im sick of the Quarter.Stay away from the Quarter. Cruise around by yourself and see what happens to you.Nothing happens to me. I walked alone all one night and nothing happened except a bicy