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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for German A1 Learners

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for German A1 Learners

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THEPREFACE
Theartistis
der
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Torevealart
und
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Der
Thecriticishewho
kann
cantranslateintoanothermanneroranewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismis
eine
amodeofautobiography.
Thosewho
finden
finduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
ohne
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisis
ein
afault.
Thosewhofind
schöne
beautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsare
die
thecultivated.
Forthesethereis
hoffnung
hope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
schöne
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Thereis
kein
nosuchthingasamoraloranimmoral
buch
book.
Booksarewellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCaliban
sieht
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
sieht
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
Themoral
leben
lifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
aber
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Kein
Noartistdesirestoprove
etwas
anything.
Eventhingsthatare
wahr
truecanbeproved.
Noartisthasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Kein
Noartistisevermorbid.
Der
Theartistcanexpresseverything.
Denken
Thoughtandlanguageareto
den
theartistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
und
andvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsfor
eine
anart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
aller
alltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Alle
Allartisatoncesurface
und
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneath
die
thesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Thosewho
lesen
readthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
und
andnotlife,thatart
wirklich
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
über
aboutaworkofartshows
dass
thattheworkisnew,complex,
und
andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,
der
theartistisinaccordwithhimself.
We
können
canforgiveamanformaking
eine
ausefulthingaslongashe
machen
doesnotadmireit.
The
einzige
onlyexcuseformakingauseless
sache
thingisthatoneadmiresitintensely.
Alle
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
und
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,there
kam
camethroughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewas
lag
lying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,
Lord
LordHenryWottoncouldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
und
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardly
in der lage
abletobeartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
und
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehugewindow,producinga
art
kindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
und
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
durch
throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
und
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheir
weg
waythroughthelongunmowngrass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedto
machen
makethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwaslikethebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
und
andinfrontofit,somelittledistanceaway,wassittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearancesomeyears
vor
agocaused,atthetime,
solche
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainterlookedatthegracious
und
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
ein
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshis
gesicht
face,andseemedabouttolinger
dort
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
und
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersupon
die
thelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsomecurious
traum
dreamfromwhichhefearedhe
könnte
mightawake.
“Itisyour
beste
bestwork,Basil,thebestthingyouhaveeverdone,”said
Lord
LordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmustcertainly
schicken
senditnextyearto
den
theGrosvenor.
TheAcademyistoolarge
und
andtoovulgar.
WheneverIhave
gegangen
gonethere,therehavebeen
entweder
eithersomanypeoplethatIhavenotbeenableto
sehen
seethepictures,whichwasdreadful,orso
viele
manypicturesthatIhavenotbeenableto
sehen
seethepeople,whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenoris
wirklich
reallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’t
glaube
thinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghis
kopf
headbackinthatodd
weise
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
schicken
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
und
andlookedathiminamazement
durch
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Not
schicken
senditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
warum
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
tut
doanythingintheworldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,youseemto
wollen
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
nur
onlyonethinginthe
welt
worldworsethanbeingtalkedabout,
und
andthatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
Ein
AportraitlikethiswouldsetyoufarabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
und
andmaketheoldmen
ganz
quitejealous,ifoldmenareevercapableofanyemotion.”
“Iknowyou
wirst
willlaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
wirklich
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihaveputtoo
viel
muchofmyselfintoit.”
Lord
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
und
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyou
würdest
would;
butitisquite
wahr
true,allthesame.”
“Too
viel
muchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
wort
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
und
andIreallycan’tseeanyresemblance
zwischen
betweenyou,withyourruggedstrong
gesicht
faceandyourcoal-blackhair,
und
andthisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmade
aus
outofivoryandrose-leaves.
Warum
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
und
andyou—well,ofcourseyouhaveanintellectualexpression
und
andallthat.
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
wo
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
eine
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyofanyface.
The
moment
momentonesitsdownto
denken
think,onebecomesallnose,orallforehead,or
etwas
somethinghorrid.
Lookatthesuccessfulmeninanyof
die
thelearnedprofessions.
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,ofcourse,in
der
theChurch.
Butthenin
der
theChurchtheydon’tthink.
Ein
Abishopkeepsonsayingat
das
theageofeightywhathewastoldtosaywhenhewas
ein
aboyofeighteen,andas
ein
anaturalconsequencehealwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysteriousyoung
freund
friend,whosenameyouhave
nie
nevertoldme,butwhosepicture
wirklich
reallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
Ifeel
ganz
quitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewho
sollte
shouldbealwayshereinwinter
wenn
whenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
und
andalwayshereinsummer
wenn
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’tunderstand
mich
me,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“OfcourseIamnotlikehim.
Iknowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
leid tun
sorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
sage
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
eine
afatalityaboutallphysical
und
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodog
durch
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
besser
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
und
andthestupidhavethe
beste
bestofitinthis
welt
world.
Theycansitattheirease
und
andgapeattheplay.
Wenn
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleastspared
der
theknowledgeofdefeat.
They
leben
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
und
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneither
bringen
bringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
und
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshall
alle
allsufferforwhatthegods
haben
havegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
fragte
askedLordHenry,walkingacross
das
thestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishis
name
name.
Ididn’tintendto
sagen
tellittoyou.”
“But
warum
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Wenn
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inever
sage
telltheirnamestoanyone.
Itislikesurrenderinga
teil
partofthem.
Ihavegrowntolovesecrecy.
Itseemstobe
das
theonethingthatcan
machen
makemodernlifemysteriousormarvelloustous.
Das
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
wenn
ifoneonlyhidesit.
Wenn
WhenIleavetownnowI
nie
nevertellmypeoplewhereIam
gehe
going.
IfIdid,I
würde
wouldloseallmypleasure.
Itis
eine
asillyhabit,Idare
sagen
say,butsomehowitseemsto
bringen
bringagreatdealofromanceintoone’s
leben
life.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”answered
Lord
LordHenry,“notatall,mydearBasil.
Youseemto
vergessen
forgetthatIammarried,
und
andtheonecharmofmarriageis
dass
thatitmakesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
beide
bothparties.
Ineverknow
wo
wheremywifeis,andmy
frau
wifeneverknowswhatIam
tue
doing.
Whenwemeet—wedo
treffen
meetoccasionally,whenwedineout
zusammen
together,orgodowntotheDuke’s—we
erzählen
telleachotherthemostabsurdstorieswiththemostseriousfaces.
My
frau
wifeisverygoodatit—much
besser
better,infact,thanIam.
She
nie
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
und
andIalwaysdo.
But
wenn
whenshedoesfindmeout,shemakesnorowatall.
I
manchmal
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“I
hasse
hatethewayyoutalk
über
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthedoorthatledintothegarden.
“I
glaube
believethatyouarereally
ein
averygoodhusband,but
dass
thatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youare
ein
anextraordinaryfellow.
Youneversayamoralthing,
und
andyouneverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimply
eine
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
eine
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”cried
Lord
LordHenry,laughing;
andthetwoyoungmen
gingen
wentoutintothegarden
zusammen
togetherandensconcedthemselvesonalongbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
über
overthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Nach
Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthis
uhr
watch.
“IamafraidI
muss
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeI
gehen
go,Iinsistonyouranswering
eine
aquestionIputtoyousome
zeit
timeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
said
der
thepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedon
der
theground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“I
tue
donot,Harry.”
“Well,I
werde
willtellyouwhatitis.
I
wollen
wantyoutoexplaintome
warum
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
Iwant
den
therealreason.”
“Itoldyou
den
therealreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwas
weil
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
es
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightin
das
theface,“everyportraitthatispaintedwithfeelingis
ein
aportraitoftheartist,notof
das
thesitter.
Thesitterismerely
der
theaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedby
der
thepainter;
itisrather
der
thepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
grund
reasonIwillnotexhibit
dieses
thispictureisthatIamafraid
dass
thatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
Lord
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
gefragt
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
aber
butanexpressionofperplexity
kam
cameoverhisface.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
ihn
him.
“Oh,thereisreally
sehr
verylittletotell,Harry,”answered
der
thepainter;
“andIamafraidyou
werden
willhardlyunderstandit.
Perhapsyou
werden
willhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
und
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
und
andexaminedit.
“Iamquite
sicher
sureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthelittlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
glauben
believingthings,Icanbelieve
alles
anything,providedthatitisquiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
einige
someblossomsfromthetrees,
und
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
bewegten
movedtoandfrointhelanguid
luft
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupby
der
thewall,andlikeabluethreada
lange
longthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
Lord
LordHenryfeltasifhe
könnte
couldhearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
und
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
geschichte
storyissimplythis,”said
der
thepainteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
vor
agoIwenttoacrushat
Lady
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwepoorartistshaveto
zeigen
showourselvesinsocietyfrom
zeit
timetotime,justtoremindthepublic
dass
thatwearenotsavages.
Withaneveningcoat
und
andawhitetie,asyou
sagten
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,
kann
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Nun
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
raum
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
und
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconscious
dass
thatsomeonewaslookingatme.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
und
andsawDorianGrayforthefirsttime.
Als
Whenoureyesmet,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Ein
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
mich
me.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetofacewithsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
wenn
ifIallowedittodoso,it
würde
wouldabsorbmywholenature,my
ganze
wholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnotwantanyexternalinfluenceinmy
leben
life.
Youknowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihavealwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadatleastalwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’tknowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Etwas
Somethingseemedtotellme
dass
thatIwasonthevergeofaterriblecrisisinmy
leben
life.
Ihadastrangefeeling
dass
thatfatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
und
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
und
andturnedtoquitthe
raum
room.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwas
eine
asortofcowardice.
Itakenocredittomyselffor
versucht
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceandcowardiceare
wirklich
reallythesamethings,Basil.
Conscienceis
der
thetrade-nameofthefirm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
glaube
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
glaube
believeyoudoeither.
However,whateverwasmymotive—anditmay
sein
havebeenpride,forIusedtobe
sehr
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothedoor.
Dort
There,ofcourse,Istumbledagainst
Lady
LadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
bald
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
kennen
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheis
ein
apeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”said
Lord
LordHenry,pullingthedaisytobitswithhislongnervousfingers.
“I
konnte
couldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
und
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
und
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
und
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
Ihad
nur
onlymetheroncebefore,
aber
butshetookitintoher
kopf
headtolionizeme.
I
glaube
believesomepictureofminehadmade
ein
agreatsuccessatthe
zeit
time,atleasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyselffacetofacewiththeyoung
mann
manwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirred
mich
me.