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

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THEPREFACE
Theartistis
el
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.
To
revelar
revealartandconcealthe
artista
artistisart’saim.
The
crítico
criticishewhocan
traducir
translateintoanothermanneror
un
anewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
La
Thehighestasthelowest
forma
formofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Aquellos
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
sin
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisis
una
afault.
Thosewhofindbeautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsare
los
thecultivated.
Forthesethereis
esperanza
hope.
Theyaretheelecttowhombeautifulthings
significan
meanonlybeauty.
Thereis
no
nosuchthingasa
moral
moraloranimmoralbook.
Booksare
bien
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Eso
Thatisall.
Thenineteenth
siglo
centurydislikeofrealismis
la
therageofCalibanseeinghisown
cara
faceinaglass.
Thenineteenth
siglo
centurydislikeofromanticismis
la
therageofCalibannot
ver
seeinghisownfacein
un
aglass.
Themorallifeof
hombre
manformspartofthesubject-matterofthe
artista
artist,butthemoralityof
arte
artconsistsintheperfect
uso
useofanimperfectmedium.
Ningún
Noartistdesirestoprove
nada
anything.
Eventhingsthataretrue
pueden
canbeproved.
Noartist
tiene
hasethicalsympathies.
Anethical
simpatía
sympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismof
estilo
style.
Noartistisever
morboso
morbid.
Theartistcanexpress
todo
everything.
Thoughtandlanguageareto
el
theartistinstrumentsofan
arte
art.
Viceandvirtuearetothe
artista
artistmaterialsforanart.
Fromthe
punto
pointofviewofform,the
tipo
typeofalltheartsisthe
arte
artofthemusician.
From
el
thepointofviewoffeeling,
el
theactor’scraftisthe
tipo
type.
Allartisatonce
superficie
surfaceandsymbol.
Thosewho
van
gobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Aquellos
Thosewhoreadthesymbol
hacen
dosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
y
andnotlife,thatart
realmente
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
sobre
aboutaworkofart
muestra
showsthattheworkisnew,complex,
y
andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,the
artista
artistisinaccordwithhimself.
We
podemos
canforgiveamanfor
hacer
makingausefulthingaslongashe
hacer
doesnotadmireit.
The
única
onlyexcuseformakinga
inútil
uselessthingisthatone
admira
admiresitintensely.
Allartisquite
inútil
useless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowas
lleno
filledwiththerichodourof
rosas
roses,andwhenthelightsummer
viento
windstirredamidstthetreesofthe
jardín
garden,therecamethroughtheopen
puerta
doortheheavyscentofthelilac,
o
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-flowering
espina
thorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,
fumando
smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWotton
podía
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
y
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,
cuyas
whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyableto
soportar
beartheburdenofa
belleza
beautysoflamelikeastheirs;
y
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsin
vuelo
flightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedin
frente
frontofthehugewindow,
produciendo
producingakindofmomentaryJapanese
efecto
effect,andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
a través de
throughthemediumofan
arte
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,
tratan
seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
y
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirway
a través de
throughthelongunmowngrass,
o
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,
parecía
seemedtomakethestillness
más
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
como
likethebourdonnoteof
un
adistantorgan.
Inthe
centro
centreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-length
retrato
portraitofayoungmanofextraordinary
personal
personalbeauty,andinfrontofit,
algunos
somelittledistanceaway,was
sentado
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,
cuya
whosesuddendisappearancesomeyears
hace
agocaused,atthetime,
tal
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthe
pintor
painterlookedatthegracious
y
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhis
arte
art,asmileofpleasure
pasó
passedacrosshisface,and
parecía
seemedabouttolingerthere.
Pero
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
y
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersupon
los
thelids,asthoughhe
tratara
soughttoimprisonwithinhis
cerebro
brainsomecuriousdreamfromwhichhe
temía
fearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
mejor
bestwork,Basil,thebest
lo
thingyouhaveeverdone,”
dijo
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“You
debes
mustcertainlysenditnext
año
yeartotheGrosvenor.
The
Academia
Academyistoolargeand
demasiado
toovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
allí
there,therehavebeeneithersomanypeoplethatIhavenotbeenableto
ver
seethepictures,whichwas
terrible
dreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeenableto
ver
seethepeople,whichwas
peor
worse.
TheGrosvenorisreally
el
theonlyplace.”
“Idon’t
creo
thinkIshallsenditanywhere,”he
respondió
answered,tossinghisheadbackinthatodd
manera
waythatusedtomakehisfriends
reírse
laughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
enviaré
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
y
andlookedathiminamazement
a través de
throughthethinbluewreathsof
humo
smokethatcurledupin
tan
suchfancifulwhorlsfromhis
pesado
heavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
My
querido
dearfellow,why?
Haveyou
alguna
anyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupainters
son
are!
Youdoanythingin
el
theworldtogaina
reputación
reputation.
Assoonasyou
tienes
haveone,youseemto
quieres
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
hay
thereisonlyonethingin
el
theworldworsethanbeing
hablar
talkedabout,andthatisnotbeing
hablar
talkedabout.
Aportraitlike
este
thiswouldsetyoufar
encima
abovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
y
andmaketheoldmenquitejealous,
si
ifoldmenareevercapableof
alguna
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”he
respondió
replied,“butIreallycan’texhibitit.
I
he
haveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimselfouton
el
thedivanandlaughed.
“Yes,I
sabía
knewyouwould;
butitisquite
cierto
true,allthesame.”
“Toomuchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
palabra
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouwereso
vanidoso
vain;
andIreallycan’t
ver
seeanyresemblancebetweenyou,
con
withyourruggedstrongface
y
andyourcoal-blackhair,and
este
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksas
si
ifhewasmadeoutof
marfil
ivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
querido
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
y
andyou—well,ofcourseyou
tiene
haveanintellectualexpressionand
todo
allthat.
Butbeauty,real
belleza
beauty,endswhereanintellectual
expresión
expressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
un
amodeofexaggeration,and
destruye
destroystheharmonyofany
rostro
face.
Themomentonesitsdownto
pensar
think,onebecomesallnose,
o
orallforehead,orsomething
horrible
horrid.
Lookatthesuccessfulmeninanyofthelearnedprofessions.
How
perfectamente
perfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,of
supuesto
course,intheChurch.
Butthenin
la
theChurchtheydon’tthink.
Un
Abishopkeepsonsayingat
la
theageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
cuando
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
y
andasanaturalconsequencehe
siempre
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Your
misterioso
mysteriousyoungfriend,whosenameyou
has
havenevertoldme,butwhose
imagen
picturereallyfascinatesme,never
piensa
thinks.
Ifeelquitesureof
eso
that.
Heissomebrainless
hermosa
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
siempre
alwayshereinwinterwhenwe
tenemos
havenoflowerstolookat,
y
andalwayshereinsummer
cuando
whenwewantsomethingto
enfriar
chillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotinthe
mínimo
leastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
entiendes
understandme,Harry,”answeredthe
artista
artist.
“OfcourseIamnot
como
likehim.
Iknowthat
perfectamente
perfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
diciendo
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
una
afatalityaboutallphysicaland
intelectual
intellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythat
parece
seemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
mejor
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Los
Theuglyandthestupid
tienen
havethebestofitin
este
thisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
y
andgapeattheplay.
Si
Iftheyknownothingof
victoria
victory,theyareatleastsparedthe
conocimiento
knowledgeofdefeat.
Theyliveaswe
todos
allshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,and
sin
withoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbring
ruina
ruinuponothers,norever
reciben
receiveitfromalienhands.
Your
rango
rankandwealth,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’t
intención
intendtotellittoyou.”
“But
por qué
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Cuando
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,I
nunca
nevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
como
likesurrenderingapartof
ellos
them.
Ihavegrowntolove
secreto
secrecy.
Itseemstobe
la
theonethingthatcan
hacer
makemodernlifemysteriousormarvellousto
nosotros
us.
Thecommonestthingis
delicioso
delightfulifoneonlyhidesit.
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
andtheonecharmof
matrimonio
marriageisthatitmakesa
vida
lifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
ambas
bothparties.
Ineverknowwheremy
esposa
wifeis,andmywife
nunca
neverknowswhatIam
haciendo
doing.
Whenwemeet—wedomeet
ocasionalmente
occasionally,whenwedineout
juntos
together,orgodownto
las
theDuke’s—wetelleachother
las
themostabsurdstorieswith
las
themostseriousfaces.
My
esposa
wifeisverygoodatit—much
mejor
better,infact,thanIam.
She
nunca
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
y
andIalwaysdo.
But
cuando
whenshedoesfindmeout,she
hace
makesnorowatall.
Isometimes
desearía
wishshewould;
butshe
sólo
merelylaughsatme.”
“Ihate
la
thewayyoutalkaboutyourmarried
vida
life,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strolling
hacia
towardsthedoorthatledinto
la
thegarden.
“Ibelievethatyouare
realmente
reallyaverygoodhusband,
pero
butthatyouarethoroughly
avergonzado
ashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youare
un
anextraordinaryfellow.
Younever
dices
sayamoralthing,andyou
nunca
neverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimply
una
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
una
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
y
andthetwoyoungmenwentoutintothe
jardín
gardentogetherandensconcedthemselveson
un
alongbambooseatthatstoodinthe
sombra
shadeofatalllaurel
arbusto
bush.
Thesunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthe
hierba
grass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
After
una
apause,LordHenrypulledouthis
reloj
watch.
“IamafraidI
debo
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeIgo,I
insisto
insistonyouransweringa
pregunta
questionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
dijo
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedon
el
theground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“I
hago
donot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
diré
tellyouwhatitis.
I
quiero
wantyoutoexplaintome
por qué
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’s
cuadro
picture.
Iwanttherealreason.”
“I
dije
toldyoutherealreason.”
“No,you
hiciste
didnot.
Yousaiditwas
porque
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfinit.
Ahora
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
dijo
saidBasilHallward,lookinghim
directamente
straightintheface,“every
retrato
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingis
un
aportraitoftheartist,notof
la
thesitter.
Thesitterismerelythe
accidente
accident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhois
revelado
revealedbythepainter;
itisrather
el
thepainterwho,onthecoloured
lienzo
canvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnot
exhibir
exhibitthispictureisthatIam
temo
afraidthatIhaveshowninitthe
secreto
secretofmyownsoul.”
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.”
LordHenry
sonrió
smiled,andleaningdown,plucked
una
apink-petalleddaisyfromthe
hierba
grassandexaminedit.
“Iam
bastante
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”he
respondió
replied,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,andlikea
azul
bluethreadalongthindragon-fly
flotó
floatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
LordHenry
sintió
feltasifhecould
oír
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
y
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
historia
storyissimplythis,”said
el
thepainteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
hace
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
sabes
knowwepoorartistshavetoshowourselvesin
sociedad
societyfromtimetotime,
sólo
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Con
Withaneveningcoatandawhite
corbata
tie,asyoutoldme
una vez
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,
puede
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Well,afterI
haber
hadbeenintheroomabout
diez
tenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
y
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewas
mirando
lookingatme.
Iturned
mitad
half-wayroundandsawDorianGrayforthe
primera
firsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,I
sentí
feltthatIwasgrowing
pálido
pale.
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
mí
me.
IknewthatI
había
hadcomefacetoface
con
withsomeonewhosemere
personalidad
personalitywassofascinatingthat,
si
ifIallowedittodoso,it
era
wouldabsorbmywholenature,mywhole
alma
soul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
quería
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmy
vida
life.
Youknowyourself,Harry,how
independiente
independentIambynature.
I
he
havealwaysbeenmyownmaster;
había
hadatleastalwaysbeenso,tillI
conocí
metDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
sé
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Algo
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthe
borde
vergeofaterriblecrisisinmy
vida
life.
Ihadastrangefeelingthat
destino
fatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
y
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
y
andturnedtoquitthe
habitación
room.
Itwasnotconsciencethat
hizo
mademedoso:
itwas
una
asortofcowardice.
I
tomo
takenocredittomyselffor
intentado
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceand
cobardía
cowardicearereallythesamethings,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,IstumbledagainstLady
Brandon
Brandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
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-century
estándar
standardofimmortality.
SuddenlyI
encontré
foundmyselffacetoface
con
withtheyoungmanwhose
personalidad
personalityhadsostrangelystirredme.