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《呼啸山庄》是艾米莉勃朗特的代表作,讲述了一个奇异而复杂的爱情复仇故事。弃儿希刺克厉夫与养父老恩萧的女儿凯瑟琳相恋,但凯瑟琳却嫁给了贵族青年林惇,多年后,希刺克厉夫对仇人进行了残酷的报复,然而并没有从中获得快乐。
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艾米莉勃朗特Emily Bronte,1818-184819世纪英国作家与诗人,著名的勃朗特三姐妹之一,世界文学名著《呼啸山庄》的作者。这部作品是艾米莉?勃朗特一生中唯一的一部小说,奠定了她在英国文学史以及世界文学史上的地位。此外,她还创作了193首诗,被认为是英国一位天才型的女作家。
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CONTENTS
Introduction
Note on the Text
Select Bibliography
A Chronology of Emily Bront
Genealogical Table
WUTHERING HEIGHTS
Appendix 1
Biographical Notice of Ellis and Acton Bell
Editors Preface to the New Edition
Extract from the Prefatory Note to
Selections from Poems by Ellis Bell
Appendix 2: Selected Poems by Emily Bront
Explanatory Notes?? ?
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VOLUME I
CHAPTER I
1801I have just returned from a visit to my landlordthe solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropists Heavenand Mr. Heathcliffand I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name.
Mr. Heathcliff? I said.
A nod was the answer.
Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard, yesterday, you had had some thoughts
Thrushcross Grange is my own, sir, he interrupted, wincing, I should not allow any one to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it walk in!
The walk in was uttered with closed teeth and expressed the sentiment, Go to the Deuce! Even the gate over which he leant manifested no sympathizing movement to the words; and I think that circumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.
When he saw my horses breast fairly pushing the barrier, he did pull out his hand to unchain it, and then sullenly preceded me up the causeway, calling, as we entered the court:
Joseph, take Mr Lockwoods horse; and bring up some wine.
Here we have the whole establishment of domestics, I suppose, was the reflection, suggested by this compound order. No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedgecutters.
Joseph was an elderly, nay, an old man: very old, perhaps, though hale and sinewy.
The Lord help us! he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.
Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliffs dwelling, Wuthering being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there, at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind, blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few, stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun. Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones.
Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and especially about the principal door, above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys, I detected the date 1500 and the name Hareton Earnshaw. I would have made a few comments, and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner, but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience, previous to inspecting the penetralium.
One step brought us into the family sitting-room, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here the house preeminently. It includes kitchen and parlor, generally, but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the huge fire-place; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, in a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been underdrawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes, and clusters of legs of beef, mutton and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry villanous old guns, and a couple of horsepistols, and, by way of ornament, three gaudily painted canisters disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone: the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser, reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies, and other dogs haunted other recesses.
The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely, northern farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in kneebreeches and gaiters. Such an individual, seated in his armchair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time, after dinner. But Mr. Heathcliffforms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a dark-skinned gypsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentlemanthat is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figureand rather morosepossibly some people might suspect him of a degree of under-bred prideI have a sympathetic chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort; I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feelingto manifestations of mutual kindliness. Hell love and hate, equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated againNo, Im running on too fast I bestow my own attributes over-liberally on him. Mr. Heathcliffmay have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his hand out of the way, when he meets a would-be acquaintance, to those which actuate me. Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home, and only last summer I proved myself perfectly unworthy of one.
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