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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Gradually Hardening Finnish A1-B2 Translation Books

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhe
luoja
creatorofbeautifulthings.
To
paljastaa
revealartandconcealthe
taiteilija
artistisart’saim.
The
kriitikko
criticishewhocan
kääntää
translateintoanothermanneroranewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthe
alhaisin
lowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Ne
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Tämä
Thisisafault.
Those
jotka
whofindbeautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthesethereis
toivoa
hope.
Theyaretheelecttowhombeautifulthings
merkitsevät
meanonlybeauty.
Thereisnosuchthingasamoral
tai
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
hyvin
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Thatis
kaikki
all.
Thenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismisthe
raivo
rageofCalibanseeinghisown
kohtaan
faceinaglass.
Thenineteenth
vuosisadan
centurydislikeofromanticismisthe
raivo
rageofCalibannotseeinghisown
kohtaan
faceinaglass.
The
moraalinen
morallifeofmanforms
osa
partofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
mutta
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Ei
Noartistdesirestoprove
mitään
anything.
Eventhingsthatare
totta
truecanbeproved.
No
taiteilija
artisthasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismof
tyyli
style.
Noartistisevermorbid.
The
taiteilija
artistcanexpresseverything.
Thoughtand
kieli
languagearetotheartistinstrumentsofan
taiteen
art.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforan
taiteen
art.
Fromthepointofviewofform,the
tyyppi
typeofalltheartsisthe
taide
artofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthe
tyyppi
type.
Allartisatonce
pinta
surfaceandsymbol.
Thosewho
menevät
gobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Ne
Thosewhoreadthesymbol
tekevät
dosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,andnotlife,that
taide
artreallymirrors.
Diversityofopinionaboutaworkofart
osoittavat
showsthattheworkis
uusi
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,the
taiteilija
artistisinaccordwithhimself.
We
voimme
canforgiveamanfor
tekee
makingausefulthingas
kauan
longashedoesnot
ihaile
admireit.
Theonlyexcusefor
tehdä
makingauselessthingis
että
thatoneadmiresitintensely.
Kaikki
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,and
kun
whenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,therecamethroughtheopen
ovesta
doortheheavyscentofthelilac,
tai
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,
Lordi
LordHenryWottoncouldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweetandhoney-colouredblossomsof
a
alaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemed
tuskin
hardlyabletobeartheburdenof
a
abeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflitted
poikki
acrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedin
edessä
frontofthehugewindow,
tuottivat
producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,andmakinghim
ajattelemaan
thinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,throughthemediumofan
taiteen
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,
pyrkivät
seektoconveythesenseofswiftnessandmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirway
läpi
throughthelongunmowngrass,
tai
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,
tuntuivat
seemedtomakethestillnessmoreoppressive.
The
hämärä
dimroarofLondonwas
kuin
likethebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.
Inthe
keskellä
centreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,
seisoi
stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoung
miehen
manofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,andin
edessä
frontofit,somelittle
matkan
distanceaway,wassittingthe
taiteilija
artisthimself,BasilHallward,whose
äkillinen
suddendisappearancesomeyearsago
aiheutti
caused,atthetime,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetoso
monia
manystrangeconjectures.
Asthe
taiteilija
painterlookedatthegraciousandcomelyformhe
oli
hadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,a
hymy
smileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,and
näytti
seemedabouttolingerthere.
Mutta
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
ja
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsomecuriousdreamfromwhichhe
pelkäsi
fearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
paras
bestwork,Basil,thebest
asia
thingyouhaveeverdone,”
sanoi
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“You
täytyy
mustcertainlysenditnext
vuonna
yeartotheGrosvenor.
The
Akatemia
Academyistoolargeand
liian
toovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
siellä
there,therehavebeeneithersomanypeoplethatI
on
havenotbeenableto
nähdä
seethepictures,whichwasdreadful,
tai
orsomanypicturesthatI
on
havenotbeenableto
nähdä
seethepeople,whichwas
pahempaa
worse.
TheGrosvenorisreallythe
ainoa
onlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshall
lähetän
senditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghishead
taaksepäin
backinthatoddway
että
thatusedtomakehisfriends
nauramaan
laughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
lähetä
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrowsandlookedathiminamazement
läpi
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurled
ylös
upinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Not
lähetä
senditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
miksi
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
teet
doanythingintheworldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyou
on
haveone,youseemtowantto
heittää
throwitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
vain
onlyonethingintheworld
pahempaa
worsethanbeingtalkedabout,and
että
thatisnotbeingtalked
siitä
about.
AportraitlikethiswouldsetyoufarabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,and
tekisi
maketheoldmenquitejealous,
jos
ifoldmenareevercapableofanyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwill
naurat
laughatme,”hereplied,“butIreallycan’texhibit
sitä
it.
Ihaveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
Lordi
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
ja
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
mutta
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”
“Too
paljon
muchofyourselfinit!
Uponmyword,Basil,Ididn’t
tiennyt
knowyouweresovain;
andIreallycan’t
näe
seeanyresemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrongfaceandyourcoal-blackhair,and
tämän
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewas
tehty
madeoutofivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
rakas
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,andyou—well,of
tietenkin
courseyouhaveanintellectualexpressionand
kaikki
allthat.
Butbeauty,real
kauneus
beauty,endswhereanintellectualexpression
alkaa
begins.
Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,and
tuhoaa
destroystheharmonyofanyface.
Themomentone
istuu
sitsdowntothink,one
tulee
becomesallnose,orallforehead,
tai
orsomethinghorrid.
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
tahansa
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Miten
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Paitsi
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
Mutta
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
ajattele
think.
Abishopkeepsonsayingat
sitä
theageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
kun
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,andasanaturalconsequencehe
aina
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Your
salaperäinen
mysteriousyoungfriend,whosenameyou
ole
havenevertoldme,but
jonka
whosepicturereallyfascinatesme,
koskaan
neverthinks.
Ifeelquite
varma
sureofthat.
Heissomebrainless
kaunis
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
aina
alwayshereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
ja
andalwayshereinsummer
kun
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,
Basil
Basil:
youarenotintheleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
ymmärrä
understandme,Harry,”answeredthe
taiteilija
artist.
“OfcourseIamnotlikehim.
I
tiedän
knowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,I
olisin
shouldbesorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
kerron
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereisafatalityaboutallphysicalandintellectualdistinction,the
sellainen
sortoffatalitythatseemstodog
läpi
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
parempi
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
The
ruma
uglyandthestupidhavethebestofitinthisworld.
They
voivat
cansitattheirease
ja
andgapeattheplay.
Jos
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
ainakin
leastsparedtheknowledgeof
tappion
defeat.
Theyliveasweall
pitäisi
shouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbring
tuhoa
ruinuponothers,norever
saa
receiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
ja
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
tahansa
whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshall
kaikki
allsufferforwhatthegods
ovat
havegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
kysyi
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudio
kohti
towardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishisname.
Ididn’t
aikonut
intendtotellittoyou.”
“Butwhynot?”
“Oh,Ican’t
selittää
explain.
WhenIlikepeople
valtavasti
immensely,Inevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
kuin
likesurrenderingapartofthem.
I
olen
havegrowntolovesecrecy.
It
näyttää
seemstobetheone
asia
thingthatcanmakemodernlifemysterious
tai
ormarvelloustous.
Thecommonest
asia
thingisdelightfulifone
vain
onlyhidesit.
WhenI
lähden
leavetownnowInever
kerro
tellmypeoplewhereIam
menen
going.
IfIdid,Iwould
menettäisin
loseallmypleasure.
Itisasilly
tapa
habit,Idaresay,but
jotenkin
somehowitseemstobringagreat
paljon
dealofromanceintoone’slife.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfully
tyhmä
foolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”
vastasi
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
rakas
dearBasil.
Youseemto
unohdat
forgetthatIammarried,andtheone
viehätys
charmofmarriageisthatit
tekee
makesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryforbothparties.
I
koskaan
neverknowwheremywife
on
is,andmywifenever
tiedä
knowswhatIamdoing.
Kun
Whenwemeet—wedomeet
silloin tällöin
occasionally,whenwedineout
yhdessä
together,orgodowntotheDuke’s—we
kerromme
telleachotherthemostabsurdstorieswiththe
kaikkein
mostseriousfaces.
Mywifeis
hyvin
verygoodatit—muchbetter,infact,
kuin
thanIam.
Shenevergets
hämmentynyt
confusedoverherdates,andI
aina
alwaysdo.
Butwhenshe
tee
doesfindmeout,she
tee
makesnorowatall.
I
joskus
sometimeswishshewould;
butshe
vain
merelylaughsatme.”
“Ihatethewayyou
puhut
talkaboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
sanoi
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthedoorthatledintothegarden.
“I
uskon
believethatyouarereallyavery
hyvä
goodhusband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinary
kaveri
fellow.
Youneversayamoralthing,andyou
koskaan
neverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalis
yksinkertaisesti
simplyapose,andthemost
ärsyttävä
irritatingposeIknow,”cried
Lordi
LordHenry,laughing;
andthetwo
nuoret
youngmenwentoutintothegarden
yhdessä
togetherandensconcedthemselvesonalongbambooseatthat
seisoi
stoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.
The
auringonvalo
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Jälkeen
Afterapause,LordHenry
veti
pulledouthiswatch.
“IamafraidI
täytyy
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeIgo,I
vaadin
insistonyouransweringaquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
sanoi
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedonthe
maahan
ground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
kerron
tellyouwhatitis.
I
haluan
wantyoutoexplaintome
miksi
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’s
kuvaa
picture.
Iwanttherealreason.”
“I
kerroin
toldyoutherealreason.”
“No,you
tehnyt
didnot.
Yousaiditwasbecausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
se
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
sanoi
saidBasilHallward,lookinghim
suoraan
straightintheface,“every
muotokuva
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisa
muotokuva
portraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitteris
vain
merelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhois
paljastama
revealedbythepainter;
itis
pikemminkin
ratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,
paljastaa
revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnotexhibit
tätä
thispictureisthatIamafraid
että
thatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
Lordi
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
kysyi
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
sanoi
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iam
kaikki
allexpectation,Basil,”continuedhis
toverinsa
companion,glancingathim.
“Oh,thereis
todella
reallyverylittletotell,Harry,”
vastasi
answeredthepainter;
“andIamafraidyouwillhardly
ymmärrä
understandit.
Perhapsyouwillhardly
uskoa
believeit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
ja
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
ja
andexaminedit.
“Iam
aivan
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”he
vastasi
replied,gazingintentlyatthelittlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
uskoa
believingthings,Icanbelieveanything,provided
että
thatitisquiteincredible.”
The
tuuli
windshooksomeblossomsfromthetrees,
ja
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
liikkuivat
movedtoandfrointhelanguidair.
Agrasshopper
alkoi
begantochirrupbythewall,
ja
andlikeabluethreada
pitkä
longthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
Lordi
LordHenryfeltasifhecouldhear
Basil
BasilHallward’sheartbeating,and
ihmetteli
wonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
tarina
storyissimplythis,”saidthe
maalari
painteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
sitten
agoIwenttoacrushat
Lady
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwe
köyhät
poorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
vain
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Kanssa
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyou
sanoit
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,
voi
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
No
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
huoneessa
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
ja
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconscious
että
thatsomeonewaslookingat
minua
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
ja
andsawDorianGrayforthefirst
kertaa
time.
Whenoureyesmet,I
tunsin
feltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Acurious
tunne
sensationofterrorcameover
minut
me.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetofacewithsomeone
jonka
whosemerepersonalitywasso
kiehtova
fascinatingthat,ifIalloweditto
tehdä
doso,itwouldabsorbmywholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
halunnut
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmylife.
You
tiedät
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
aina
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadat
ainakin
leastalwaysbeenso,tillI
tapasin
metDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
osaa
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Something
näytti
seemedtotellmethatIwasonthe
partaalla
vergeofaterriblecrisisinmylife.
I
oli
hadastrangefeelingthatfate
oli
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
ja
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrew
pelätä
afraidandturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnot
omatunto
consciencethatmademedoso:
itwasasortofcowardice.
I
ottaisi
takenocredittomyselffor
yritin
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceandcowardicearereallythe
sama
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
usko
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
usko
believeyoudoeither.
However,
tahansa
whateverwasmymotive—andit
saattoi
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
hyvin
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
ovelle
door.
There,ofcourse,Istumbledagainst
Lady
LadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
pian
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisapeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
sanoi
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobitswithhislongnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
ja
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
ja
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
ja
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
I
olin
hadonlymetheroncebefore,
mutta
butshetookitintoherheadtolionizeme.
Ibelievesomepictureofminehadmadeagreatsuccessatthetime,at
ainakin
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,whichisthenineteenth-century
standardi
standardofimmortality.
SuddenlyI
löysin
foundmyselffacetoface
kanssa
withtheyoungmanwhose
persoonallisuus
personalityhadsostrangelystirredme.