《四季隨筆》節(jié)選 - 秋 19

《四季隨筆》是吉辛的散文代表作。其中對隱士賴克羅夫特醉心于書籍、自然景色與回憶過去生活的描述，其實(shí)是吉辛的自述，作者以此來抒發(fā)自己的情感，因而本書是一部富有自傳色彩的小品文集。

吉辛窮困的一生，對文學(xué)名著的愛好與追求，以及對大自然恬靜生活的向往，在書中均有充分的反映。本書分為春、夏、秋、冬四個(gè)部分，文筆優(yōu)美，行文流暢，是英國文學(xué)中小品文的珍品之一。

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I was at ramble in the lanes, when, from somewhere at a distance, there sounded the voice of a countryman—strange to say—singing. The notes were indistinct, but they rose, to my ear, with a moment's musical sadness, and of a sudden my heart was stricken with a memory so keen that I knew not whether it was pain or delight. For the sound seemed to me that of a peasant's song which I once heard whilst sitting among the ruins of Paestum33. The English landscape faded before my eyes. I saw great Doric columns of honey-golden travertine; between them, as I looked one way, a deep strip of sea; when I turned, the purple gorges of the Apennine; and all about the temple, where I sat in solitude, a wilderness dead and still but for that long note of wailing melody. I had not thought it possible that here, in my beloved home, where regret and desire are all but unknown to me, I could have been so deeply troubled by a thought of things far off. I returned with head bent, that voice singing in my memory. All the delight I have known in Italian travel burned again within my heart. The old spell has not lost its power. Never, I know, will it again draw me away from England; but the Southern sunlight cannot fade from my imagination, and to dream of its glow upon the ruins of old time wakes in me the voiceless desire which once was anguish.

今天，我在小徑間漫步，這時(shí)遠(yuǎn)處傳來一個(gè)農(nóng)夫的聲音——說來也怪——他似乎是在唱歌。那音調(diào)不甚清晰，但傳到我耳中，一時(shí)竟有種音樂的悲傷，忽然一段回憶回到心間，那種強(qiáng)烈的感覺真說不清是痛苦還是喜悅。這聲音讓我想起在帕埃斯圖姆廢墟里獨(dú)坐時(shí)聽到的一個(gè)農(nóng)夫的歌聲。英國的景色逐漸在我眼前消失。我看到了金色石灰華的多利斯型大立柱；在立柱之間，我看到一側(cè)是一片大海；轉(zhuǎn)身便是亞平寧山脈的紫色峽谷；我孤身一人坐著，廟宇周圍是一片死寂的荒野，響在耳畔的只有那長長的哀泣的曲調(diào)。我從未想到，在這里，在我可愛的家，我?guī)缀醪恢裁词腔诤藓涂释?，而那段遙遠(yuǎn)的回憶卻能讓我如此煩惱?；丶业穆飞衔业椭^，那歌聲還在記憶中回響著。意大利之行帶給我的所有快樂又一次在心中灼燒，意大利那舊時(shí)的魔咒還未失去威力。但我知道，它永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)讓我再離開英格蘭了。然而我無法將南方的陽光從想象中驅(qū)除，夢到它的光芒閃耀在那古老的廢墟之上，我心中那一度曾是苦惱的無聲渴望便再度被喚醒。

In his Italienische Reise, Goethe tells that at one moment of his life the desire for Italy became to him a scarce endurable suffering; at length he could not bear to hear or to read of things Italian, even the sight of a Latin book so tortured him that he turned away from it; and the day arrived when, in spite of every obstacle, he yielded to the sickness of longing, and in secret stole away southward. When first I read that passage, it represented exactly the state of my own mind; to think of Italy was to feel myself goaded by a longing which, at times, made me literally ill; I, too, had put aside my Latin books, simply because I could not endure the torment of imagination they caused me. And I had so little hope (nay, for years no shadow of reasonable hope) that I should ever be able to appease my desire. I taught myself to read Italian; that was something. I worked (half-heartedly) at a colloquial phrase-book. But my sickness only grew towards despair.

歌德在他的《意大利游記》中提到，在生命的某一時(shí)間，他對意大利的渴望成了一種幾乎無法忍受的痛苦；最后竟不能忍受聽到或讀到任何和意大利有關(guān)的東西，甚至看到一本拉丁語的書對他也是一種折磨，他不得不避開。終于有一天，他沖破重重阻礙，屈從于這一病態(tài)的渴望，秘密地潛往南方。第一次讀到這個(gè)段落時(shí)，它描述的正是我當(dāng)時(shí)的心態(tài)。想到意大利，就感覺自己被一種渴望誘惑著，有時(shí)，這種渴望還真的讓我生病了。我也將拉丁書收了起來，只是因?yàn)闊o法忍受它們引發(fā)的想象帶給我的折磨。對于這一渴望是否能夠滿足，我?guī)缀醪槐裁聪Ｍú?，多年來連希望的影子都沒有）。我自學(xué)意大利語，這倒是好事。我（三心二意地）按照一本口語書練習(xí)，然而，這只是讓我的渴望愈加變成一種絕望。

Then came into my hands a sum of money (such a poor little sum) for a book I had written. It was early autumn. I chanced to hear some one speak of Naples—and only death would have held me back.

后來我寫了一本書，到手了一筆錢（數(shù)目少的可憐），當(dāng)時(shí)正值早秋時(shí)節(jié)。我偶然聽到有人談起那不勒斯——只有死亡才能阻止我去那里。