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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Gradually Hardening Spanish A1 Translation Books

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Gradually Hardening Spanish A1 Translation Books

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THEPREFACE
Theartistis
el
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Torevealart
y
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Thecriticishewho
puede
cantranslateintoanothermanner
o
oranewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
La
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismis
un
amodeofautobiography.
Thosewho
encuentran
finduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
sin
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisis
una
afault.
Thosewhofindbeautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsare
los
thecultivated.
Forthesethereis
esperanza
hope.
Theyaretheelecttowhombeautifulthings
significan
meanonlybeauty.
Thereis
no
nosuchthingasamoral
o
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
bien
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Eso
Thatisall.
Thenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismis
la
therageofCalibanseeinghisown
cara
faceinaglass.
Thenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismis
la
therageofCalibannot
ver
seeinghisownfacein
un
aglass.
Themorallifeof
hombre
manformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
pero
butthemoralityofartconsistsinthe
perfecto
perfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Ningún
Noartistdesirestoprove
nada
anything.
Eventhingsthataretrue
pueden
canbeproved.
Noartist
tiene
hasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Ningún
Noartistisevermorbid.
El
Theartistcanexpresseverything.
Thought
y
andlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsof
un
anart.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsfor
un
anart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
todas
alltheartsistheartofthemusician.
From
el
thepointofviewoffeeling,
el
theactor’scraftisthetype.
Todo
Allartisatoncesurface
y
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneath
la
thesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Aquellos
Thosewhoreadthesymbol
hacen
dosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
y
andnotlife,thatart
realmente
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
sobre
aboutaworkofart
muestra
showsthattheworkisnew,complex,
y
andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccordwithhimself.
We
podemos
canforgiveamanfor
hacer
makingausefulthingaslongashe
hacer
doesnotadmireit.
The
única
onlyexcuseformakingauselessthingisthatoneadmiresitintensely.
Todo
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilled
con
withtherichodourofroses,
y
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,therecame
por
throughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,
o
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWotton
podía
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
y
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
y
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedin
frente
frontofthehugewindow,producinga
especie
kindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
y
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
a través de
throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
y
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirway
a través de
throughthelongunmowngrass,
o
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedto
hacer
makethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
como
likethebourdonnoteof
un
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofa
joven
youngmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
y
andinfrontofit,
algunos
somelittledistanceaway,was
sentado
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearance
algunos
someyearsagocaused,atthe
momento
time,suchpublicexcitementand
dio
gaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainter
miraba
lookedatthegraciousandcomelyformhe
había
hadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
una
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshis
rostro
face,andseemedabouttolinger
allí
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
y
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersupon
los
thelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsomecurious
sueño
dreamfromwhichhefearedhe
podría
mightawake.
“Itisyour
mejor
bestwork,Basil,thebest
lo
thingyouhaveeverdone,”
dijo
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“You
debes
mustcertainlysenditnext
año
yeartotheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
demasiado
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
allí
there,therehavebeeneithersomanypeoplethatIhavenotbeenableto
ver
seethepictures,whichwasdreadful,
o
orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeenableto
ver
seethepeople,whichwasworse.
El
TheGrosvenorisreallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’t
creo
thinkIshallsenditanywhere,”he
respondió
answered,tossinghisheadbackinthatodd
manera
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
enviaré
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
y
andlookedathiminamazement
a través de
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledupin
tan
suchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Not
envías
senditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
por qué
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupainters
son
are!
Youdoanythingin
el
theworldtogainareputation.
As
pronto
soonasyouhaveone,youseemto
quieres
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
hay
thereisonlyonethingin
el
theworldworsethanbeing
hablar
talkedabout,andthatisnotbeing
hablar
talkedabout.
Aportraitlike
este
thiswouldsetyoufarabove
todos
alltheyoungmeninEngland,
y
andmaketheoldmenquitejealous,
si
ifoldmenareevercapableof
alguna
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
realmente
reallycan’texhibitit.
I
he
haveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimselfouton
el
thedivanandlaughed.
“Yes,I
sabía
knewyouwould;
butitisquite
cierto
true,allthesame.”
“Toomuchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
palabra
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
y
andIreallycan’tsee
ningún
anyresemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrong
rostro
faceandyourcoal-blackhair,
y
andthisyoungAdonis,wholooksas
si
ifhewasmadeoutofivory
y
androse-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
y
andyou—well,ofcourseyou
tiene
haveanintellectualexpressionand
todo
allthat.
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
donde
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
un
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyof
cualquier
anyface.
Themomentone
sienta
sitsdowntothink,one
convierte
becomesallnose,orallforehead,
o
orsomethinghorrid.
Lookatthesuccessfulmeninanyofthelearnedprofessions.
Howperfectlyhideousthey
son
are!
Except,ofcourse,in
la
theChurch.
Butthenin
la
theChurchtheydon’tthink.
Un
Abishopkeepsonsayingat
la
theageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
cuando
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
y
andasanaturalconsequencehe
siempre
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
joven
youngfriend,whosenameyou
has
havenevertoldme,butwhosepicture
realmente
reallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
I
siento
feelquitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainless
hermosa
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
siempre
alwayshereinwinterwhenwe
tenemos
havenoflowerstolookat,
y
andalwayshereinsummer
cuando
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotinthe
mínimo
leastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
entiendes
understandme,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
supuesto
courseIamnotlike
él
him.
Iknowthatperfectly
bien
well.
Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
diciendo
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
una
afatalityaboutallphysicalandintellectualdistinction,the
tipo
sortoffatalitythatseemstodog
a través de
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
mejor
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Los
Theuglyandthestupid
tienen
havethebestofitin
este
thisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
y
andgapeattheplay.
Si
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
menos
leastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
vivir
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
y
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
y
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,
tal
suchastheyare—myart,
lo
whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshall
todos
allsufferforwhatthegods
han
havegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
ese
thathisname?”
askedLordHenry,
caminando
walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,
ese
thatishisname.
Ididn’tintendtotellittoyou.”
“But
por qué
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Cuando
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,I
nunca
nevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
como
likesurrenderingapartof
ellos
them.
Ihavegrowntolovesecrecy.
Itseemstobe
la
theonethingthatcan
hacer
makemodernlifemysteriousormarvellousto
nosotros
us.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
si
ifoneonlyhidesit.
Cuando
WhenIleavetownnowI
nunca
nevertellmypeoplewhereIam
voy
going.
IfIdid,Iwould
perdería
loseallmypleasure.
Itis
un
asillyhabit,Idaresay,
pero
butsomehowitseemsto
traer
bringagreatdealofromanceintoone’s
vida
life.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“Notatall,”
respondió
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
querido
dearBasil.
Youseemto
olvidas
forgetthatIammarried,
y
andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatit
hace
makesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
ambas
bothparties.
Ineverknowwheremy
esposa
wifeis,andmywife
nunca
neverknowswhatIam
haciendo
doing.
Whenwemeet—wedomeetoccasionally,
cuando
whenwedineouttogether,
o
orgodowntotheDuke’s—we
contamos
telleachotherthemostabsurdstories
con
withthemostseriousfaces.
My
esposa
wifeisverygoodatit—much
mejor
better,infact,thanIam.
She
nunca
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
y
andIalwaysdo.
But
cuando
whenshedoesfindmeout,she
hace
makesnorowatall.
Isometimes
desearía
wishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“Ihate
la
thewayyoutalkaboutyourmarried
vida
life,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strollingtowards
la
thedoorthatledinto
la
thegarden.
“Ibelievethatyouare
realmente
reallyaverygoodhusband,
pero
butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youare
un
anextraordinaryfellow.
Younever
dices
sayamoralthing,andyou
nunca
neverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimply
una
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
una
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
y
andthetwoyoungmenwentoutintothegarden
juntos
togetherandensconcedthemselveson
un
alongbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeof
un
atalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
sobre
overthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
After
una
apause,LordHenrypulledouthis
reloj
watch.
“IamafraidI
debo
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeIgo,Iinsistonyour
respondas
answeringaquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
dijo
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedon
el
theground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“I
hago
donot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
diré
tellyouwhatitis.
I
quiero
wantyoutoexplaintome
por qué
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
quiero
wanttherealreason.”
“I
dije
toldyoutherealreason.”
“No,you
hiciste
didnot.
Yousaiditwas
porque
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfinit.
Ahora
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
dijo
saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightin
la
theface,“everyportraitthatispainted
con
withfeelingisaportraitof
la
theartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedby
el
thepainter;
itisrather
el
thepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
razón
reasonIwillnotexhibit
este
thispictureisthatIam
temo
afraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
preguntó
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
dijo
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexity
vino
cameoverhisface.
“Iam
toda
allexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingathim.
“Oh,
hay
thereisreallyverylittleto
contar
tell,Harry,”answeredthepainter;
“andIam
temo
afraidyouwillhardlyunderstandit.
Tal vez
Perhapsyouwillhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
y
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfrom
la
thegrassandexaminedit.
“Iam
bastante
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
pequeño
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
creer
believingthings,Icanbelieve
cualquier cosa
anything,providedthatitis
bastante
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
algunas
someblossomsfromthetrees,
y
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
movieron
movedtoandfrointhelanguid
aire
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupby
la
thewall,andlikeabluethreadalongthindragon-flyfloated
más allá
pastonitsbrowngauzewings.
LordHenry
sintió
feltasifhecould
oír
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
y
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
historia
storyissimplythis,”said
el
thepainteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
hace
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
sabes
knowwepoorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
sólo
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Con
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyou
dijiste
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,
puede
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Well,afterI
haber
hadbeenintheroomabout
diez
tenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
y
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewas
mirando
lookingatme.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
y
andsawDorianGrayforthe
primera
firsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,I
sentí
feltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Una
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
mí
me.
IknewthatI
había
hadcomefacetoface
con
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
si
ifIallowedittodoso,it
era
wouldabsorbmywholenature,mywholesoul,my
mismo
veryartitself.
Ididnot
quería
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmy
vida
life.
Youknowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
I
he
havealwaysbeenmyownmaster;
había
hadatleastalwaysbeenso,tillI
conocí
metDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
sé
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Algo
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeof
una
aterriblecrisisinmy
vida
life.
Ihadastrangefeelingthatfate
tenía
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
y
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
y
andturnedtoquitthe
habitación
room.
Itwasnotconsciencethat
hizo
mademedoso:
itwas
una
asortofcowardice.
I
tomo
takenocredittomyselffor
intentado
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceandcowardiceare
realmente
reallythesamethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Eso
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
creo
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
creo
believeyoudoeither.
However,whateverwasmymotive—andit
puede
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
muy
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
puerta
door.
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenot
va
goingtorunawayso
pronto
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
conoces
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheis
un
apeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
dijo
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobits
con
withhislongnervousfingers.
“I
pude
couldnotgetridof
ella
her.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
y
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
y
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
y
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
I
había
hadonlymetheronce
antes
before,butshetookitintoher
cabeza
headtolionizeme.
I
creo
believesomepictureofminehadmade
un
agreatsuccessatthe
momento
time,atleasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyI
encontré
foundmyselffacetoface
con
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonality
había
hadsostrangelystirredme.