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

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

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THEPREFACE
Theartistis
der
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.
To
enthüllen
revealartandconcealthe
künstler
artistisart’saim.
The
kritiker
criticishewhocan
übersetzen
translateintoanothermanneroranew
material
materialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowest
form
formofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Thosewho
finden
finduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsare
korrupt
corruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Thisis
ein
afault.
Thosewhofind
schöne
beautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsare
die
thecultivated.
Forthesethereis
hoffnung
hope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
schöne
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Thereis
kein
nosuchthingasamoraloranimmoral
buch
book.
Booksarewellwritten,or
schlecht
badlywritten.
Thatisall.
Thenineteenthcentury
abneigung
dislikeofrealismisthe
wut
rageofCalibanseeinghisown
gesicht
faceinaglass.
Thenineteenthcentury
abneigung
dislikeofromanticismisthe
wut
rageofCalibannotseeinghisown
gesicht
faceinaglass.
Themoral
leben
lifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
aber
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Kein
Noartistdesirestoprove
etwas
anything.
Eventhingsthatare
wahr
truecanbeproved.
No
künstler
artisthasethicalsympathies.
An
ethische
ethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Kein
Noartistisevermorbid.
Der
Theartistcanexpresseverything.
Denken
Thoughtandlanguageareto
den
theartistinstrumentsofan
kunst
art.
Viceandvirtueareto
den
theartistmaterialsforan
kunst
art.
Fromthepointof
sicht
viewofform,thetypeof
aller
alltheartsisthe
kunst
artofthemusician.
Fromthepointof
sicht
viewoffeeling,theactor’s
handwerk
craftisthetype.
All
kunst
artisatoncesurface
und
andsymbol.
Thosewhogo
unter
beneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
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
thingisthatoneadmiresit
intensiv
intensely.
Allartisquite
nutzlos
useless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
und
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,there
kam
camethroughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
Fromthe
ecke
cornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewas
lag
lying,smoking,aswashis
brauch
custom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWotton
konnte
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
und
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,
dessen
whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardly
in der lage
abletobeartheburdenofa
schönheit
beautysoflamelikeastheirs;
und
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflitted
über
acrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehuge
fenster
window,producingakindofmomentaryJapanese
effekt
effect,andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
durch
throughthemediumofan
kunst
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seekto
vermitteln
conveythesenseofswiftness
und
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheir
weg
waythroughthelongunmown
gras
grass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,
schien
seemedtomakethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwaslikethebourdonnoteofadistant
orgel
organ.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-length
porträt
portraitofayoungmanofextraordinarypersonal
schönheit
beauty,andinfrontofit,somelittledistanceaway,wassittingthe
künstler
artisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesudden
verschwinden
disappearancesomeyearsagocaused,atthe
zeit
time,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthe
maler
painterlookedatthegracious
und
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhis
kunst
art,asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshis
gesicht
face,andseemedaboutto
verweilen
lingerthere.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
und
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersupon
die
thelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhis
gehirn
brainsomecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhe
könnte
mightawake.
“Itisyour
beste
bestwork,Basil,thebestthingyouhaveeverdone,”said
Lord
LordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmust
sicherlich
certainlysenditnextyearto
den
theGrosvenor.
TheAcademyistoo
groß
largeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhave
gegangen
gonethere,therehavebeen
entweder
eithersomanypeoplethatIhavenotbeenableto
sehen
seethepictures,whichwas
schrecklich
dreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeenableto
sehen
seethepeople,whichwas
schlimmer
worse.
TheGrosvenorisreallythe
einzige
onlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshall
schicken
senditanywhere,”heanswered,
warf
tossinghisheadbackin
dass
thatoddwaythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
schicken
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
und
andlookedathiminamazement
durch
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-tainted
zigarette
cigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
warum
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
tut
doanythingintheworldto
erlangen
gainareputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,you
scheint
seemtowanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
nur
onlyonethinginthe
welt
worldworsethanbeingtalkedabout,
und
andthatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
Ein
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyoufar
über
abovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
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’tseeany
ähnlichkeit
resemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrong
gesicht
faceandyourcoal-blackhair,
und
andthisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmade
aus
outofivoryandrose-leaves.
Warum
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
und
andyou—well,ofcourseyouhaveanintellectual
ausdruck
expressionandallthat.
But
schönheit
beauty,realbeauty,endswhere
ein
anintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
eine
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroysthe
harmonie
harmonyofanyface.
The
moment
momentonesitsdownto
denken
think,onebecomesallnose,orall
stirn
forehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Lookat
die
thesuccessfulmeninanyof
die
thelearnedprofessions.
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Außer
Except,ofcourse,inthe
Kirche
Church.
Buttheninthe
Kirche
Churchtheydon’tthink.
A
bischof
bishopkeepsonsayingat
das
theageofeightywhathewastoldtosaywhenhewas
ein
aboyofeighteen,andas
ein
anaturalconsequencehealwayslooks
absolut
absolutelydelightful.
Yourmysteriousyoung
freund
friend,whosenameyouhave
nie
nevertoldme,butwhose
bild
picturereallyfascinatesme,never
denkt
thinks.
Ifeelquitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainlessbeautiful
geschöpf
creaturewhoshouldbealways
hier
hereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
und
andalwayshereinsummer
wenn
whenwewantsomethingtochillour
intelligenz
intelligence.
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,thesortoffatalitythat
scheint
seemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
besser
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
und
andthestupidhavethe
beste
bestofitinthis
welt
world.
Theycansitattheirease
und
andgapeattheplay.
Wenn
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleast
verschont
sparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
leben
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,
gleichgültig
indifferent,andwithoutdisquiet.
They
weder
neitherbringruinuponothers,norever
empfangen
receiveitfromalienhands.
Your
rang
rankandwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—my
kunst
art,whateveritmaybe
wert
worth;
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’t
erklären
explain.
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Inever
sage
telltheirnamestoanyone.
Itislikesurrenderinga
teil
partofthem.
Ihavegrowntolove
geheimhaltung
secrecy.
Itseemstobe
das
theonethingthatcan
machen
makemodernlifemysteriousor
wunderbar
marvelloustous.
Thecommonestthingis
entzückend
delightfulifoneonlyhides
es
it.
WhenIleavetown
jetzt
nowInevertellmypeoplewhereIam
gehe
going.
IfIdid,I
würde
wouldloseallmypleasure.
Itis
eine
asillyhabit,Idare
sagen
say,butsomehowitseemsto
bringen
bringagreatdealof
romantik
romanceintoone’slife.
I
nehme an
supposeyouthinkmeawfully
töricht
foolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”answered
Lord
LordHenry,“notatall,mydearBasil.
You
scheinen
seemtoforgetthatIam
verheiratet
married,andtheonecharmof
ehe
marriageisthatitmakes
ein
alifeofdeceptionabsolutely
notwendig
necessaryforbothparties.
I
nie
neverknowwheremywifeis,
und
andmywifeneverknowswhatIam
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;
butshe
nur
merelylaughsatme.”
“I
hasse
hatethewayyoutalk
über
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,
schlenderte
strollingtowardsthedoorthatledintothe
garten
garden.
“Ibelievethatyouare
wirklich
reallyaverygoodhusband,
aber
butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youare
ein
anextraordinaryfellow.
Youneversayamoralthing,
und
andyouneverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismis
einfach
simplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalis
einfach
simplyapose,andthemostirritating
pose
poseIknow,”criedLordHenry,
lachend
laughing;
andthetwoyoungmen
gingen
wentoutintothegarden
zusammen
togetherandensconcedthemselvesonalongbambooseatthatstoodinthe
schatten
shadeofatalllaurelbush.
The
sonnenlicht
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthe
gras
grass,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’s
bild
picture.
Iwanttherealreason.”
“I
gesagt
toldyoutherealreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwas
weil
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
es
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghim
direkt
straightintheface,“every
porträt
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingis
ein
aportraitoftheartist,notof
das
thesitter.
Thesitteris
nur
merelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhois
enthüllt
revealedbythepainter;
itis
vielmehr
ratherthepainterwho,on
der
thecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
grund
reasonIwillnotexhibit
dieses
thispictureisthatIamafraid
dass
thatIhaveshowninitthe
geheimnis
secretofmyownsoul.”
Lord
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
gefragt
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
aber
butanexpressionofperplexity
kam
cameoverhisface.
“Iamall
erwartung
expectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
ihn
him.
“Oh,thereisreally
sehr
verylittletotell,Harry,”answered
der
thepainter;
“andIamafraidyou
werden
willhardlyunderstandit.
Perhapsyou
werden
willhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenry
lächelte
smiled,andleaningdown,plucked
eine
apink-petalleddaisyfromthe
gras
grassandexaminedit.
“Iamquite
sicher
sureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,
starrte
gazingintentlyatthelittlegolden,white-feathered
scheibe
disk,“andasforbelievingthings,I
kann
canbelieveanything,providedthatitisquiteincredible.”
The
wind
windshooksomeblossomsfromthetrees,
und
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
bewegten
movedtoandfrointhelanguid
luft
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupby
der
thewall,andlikeablue
faden
threadalongthindragon-fly
schwebte
floatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
Lord
LordHenryfeltasifhe
könnte
couldhearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
und
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
geschichte
storyissimplythis,”said
der
thepainteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
vor
agoIwenttoacrushat
Lady
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwepoorartistshaveto
zeigen
showourselvesinsocietyfrom
zeit
timetotime,justto
erinnern
remindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Withaneveningcoat
und
andawhitetie,asyou
sagten
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,
kann
cangainareputationforbeing
zivilisiert
civilized.
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
raum
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
und
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecame
bewusst
consciousthatsomeonewaslookingatme.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
und
andsawDorianGrayforthefirsttime.
Als
Whenoureyesmet,IfeltthatIwasgrowing
blass
pale.
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
mich
me.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetofacewithsomeone
dessen
whosemerepersonalitywasso
faszinierend
fascinatingthat,ifIallowedittodoso,it
würde
wouldabsorbmywholenature,my
ganze
wholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnotwantanyexternal
einfluss
influenceinmylife.
Youknowyourself,Harry,howindependentIamby
natur
nature.
Ihavealwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadatleastalwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’tknowhowto
erklären
explainittoyou.
Something
schien
seemedtotellmethatIwasonthe
rande
vergeofaterriblecrisisinmy
leben
life.
Ihadastrangefeeling
dass
thatfatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
und
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
und
andturnedtoquitthe
raum
room.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwas
eine
asortofcowardice.
Itakeno
anerkennung
credittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
und
andcowardicearereallythesamethings,Basil.
Gewissen
Conscienceisthetrade-nameof
der
thefirm.
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-century
standard
standardofimmortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyselffacetofacewiththeyoung
mann
manwhosepersonalityhadso
seltsam
strangelystirredme.