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

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

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorof
vackra
beautifulthings.
Torevealart
och
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Den
Thecriticishewho
kan
cantranslateintoanothermanner
eller
oranewmaterialhisimpressionof
vackra
beautifulthings.
Thehighestas
den
thelowestformofcriticismis
ett
amodeofautobiography.
Those
som
whofinduglymeaningsin
vackra
beautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Här
Thisisafault.
Those
som
whofindbeautifulmeaningsin
vackra
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
For
dessa
thesethereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
vackra
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Det
Thereisnosuchthingasamoral
eller
oranimmoralbook.
Booksarewellwritten,
eller
orbadlywritten.
Thatis
allt
all.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCaliban
ser
seeinghisownfacein
en
aglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
se
seeinghisownfacein
ett
aglass.
Themorallifeofmanforms
del
partofthesubject-matterof
den
theartist,butthemoralityofartconsistsin
den
theperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Ingen
Noartistdesirestoprove
något
anything.
Eventhingsthatare
sanna
truecanbeproved.
Noartist
har
hasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyin
en
anartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Ingen
Noartistisevermorbid.
Theartist
kan
canexpresseverything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsof
ett
anart.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsfor
en
anart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
alla
alltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Allartisatoncesurface
och
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurface
gör
dosoattheirperil.
Those
som
whoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
och
andnotlife,thatart
verkligen
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
om
aboutaworkofart
visar
showsthattheworkis
nytt
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccord
med
withhimself.
Wecanforgive
en
amanformakingauseful
sak
thingaslongashe
göra
doesnotadmireit.
The
enda
onlyexcuseformakingauseless
sak
thingisthatoneadmiresitintensely.
Allartis
helt
quiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
och
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,there
kom
camethroughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,
eller
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
From
de
thecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewas
låg
lying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,
Lord
LordHenryWottoncouldjustcatch
de
thegleamofthehoney-sweet
och
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobear
de
theburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
och
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
och
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
genom
throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
och
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirway
genom
throughthelongunmowngrass,
eller
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedto
göra
makethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
som
likethebourdonnoteof
en
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreofthe
rummet
room,clampedtoanuprighteasel,
stod
stoodthefull-lengthportraitofa
ung
youngmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
och
andinfrontofit,
några
somelittledistanceaway,was
satt
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearance
några
someyearsagocaused,atthe
tiden
time,suchpublicexcitementand
gav
gaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
As
den
thepainterlookedatthegracious
och
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
ett
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshis
ansikte
face,andseemedabouttolinger
där
there.
Buthesuddenlystarted
upp
up,andclosinghiseyes,
placerade
placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsomecurious
dröm
dreamfromwhichhefearedhe
kunna
mightawake.
“Itisyour
bästa
bestwork,Basil,thebestthingyou
har
haveeverdone,”saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“You
måste
mustcertainlysenditnext
år
yeartotheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
för
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverI
har
havegonethere,therehavebeen
antingen
eithersomanypeoplethatI
har
havenotbeenableto
se
seethepictures,whichwasdreadful,
eller
orsomanypicturesthatI
har
havenotbeenableto
se
seethepeople,whichwasworse.
Det
TheGrosvenorisreallythe
enda
onlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshall
skicka
senditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghishead
tillbaka
backinthatoddwaythat
brukade
usedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
skickar
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
och
andlookedathiminamazement
genom
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmoke
som
thatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Not
sända
senditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
varför
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupainters
är
are!
Youdoanythingintheworldtogain
ett
areputation.
Assoonasyou
har
haveone,youseemtowanttothrowit
bort
away.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
bara
onlyonethinginthe
världen
worldworsethanbeingtalked
om
about,andthatisnotbeingtalked
om
about.
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
långt
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
och
andmaketheoldmen
ganska
quitejealous,ifoldmenareevercapableofanyemotion.”
“I
vet
knowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
verkligen
reallycan’texhibitit.
I
har
haveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
Lord
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
och
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
men
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”
“Too
mycket
muchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
ord
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
och
andIreallycan’tsee
någon
anyresemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrong
ansikte
faceandyourcoal-blackhair,
och
andthisyoungAdonis,wholooksas
om
ifhewasmadeoutofivory
och
androse-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
och
andyou—well,ofcourseyou
har
haveanintellectualexpressionand
allt
allthat.
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
där
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
ett
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyof
alla
anyface.
Themomentonesits
ner
downtothink,onebecomesallnose,
eller
orallforehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Titta
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
alla
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Hur
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
Men
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
tänker
think.
Abishopkeepson
säga
sayingattheageofeightywhathewas
säga
toldtosaywhenhewas
en
aboyofeighteen,andas
en
anaturalconsequencehealways
ser
looksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
unga
youngfriend,whosenameyou
har
havenevertoldme,butwhosepicture
verkligen
reallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
I
känner
feelquitesureofthat.
Heis
några
somebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewho
borde
shouldbealwayshereinwinter
när
whenwehavenoflowersto
titta
lookat,andalwayshereinsummer
när
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotin
det
theleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
förstår
understandme,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“OfcourseIamnot
som
likehim.
Iknowthatperfectly
väl
well.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
synd
sorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
säger
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
en
afatalityaboutallphysical
och
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatality
som
thatseemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
bättre
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
och
andthestupidhavethe
bästa
bestofitinthis
världen
world.
Theycansitattheirease
och
andgapeattheplay.
Om
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
åtminstone
leastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
Theyliveaswe
alla
allshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,and
utan
withoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
och
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
vad
whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
goda
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhat
det
thegodshavegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
frågade
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishis
namn
name.
Ididn’tintendto
berätta
tellittoyou.”
“But
varför
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
När
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,I
aldrig
nevertelltheirnamesto
någon
anyone.
Itislikesurrendering
en
apartofthem.
I
har
havegrowntolovesecrecy.
Itseemstobetheonething
som
thatcanmakemodernlifemysterious
eller
ormarvelloustous.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
om
ifoneonlyhidesit.
När
WhenIleavetownnowI
aldrig
nevertellmypeoplewhereIamgoing.
Om
IfIdid,Iwould
förlora
loseallmypleasure.
Itis
en
asillyhabit,Idare
säga
say,butsomehowitseemsto
ge
bringagreatdealofromanceintoone’s
liv
life.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolish
om
aboutit?”
“Notatall,”
svarade
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
käre
dearBasil.
Youseemto
glömma
forgetthatIammarried,
och
andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatit
gör
makesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
båda
bothparties.
Ineverknow
var
wheremywifeis,andmy
fru
wifeneverknowswhatIam
gör
doing.
Whenwemeet—wedomeetoccasionally,
när
whenwedineouttogether,
eller
orgodowntotheDuke’s—we
berättar
telleachotherthemostabsurdstories
med
withthemostseriousfaces.
My
fru
wifeisverygoodatit—much
bättre
better,infact,thanIam.
She
aldrig
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
och
andIalwaysdo.
But
när
whenshedoesfindmeout,she
gör
makesnorowatall.
I
ibland
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“I
hatar
hatethewayyoutalk
om
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
sa
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthe
dörren
doorthatledintothegarden.
“I
tror
believethatyouarereally
en
averygoodhusband,but
att
thatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
egna
ownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
aldrig
neversayamoralthing,
och
andyouneverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimply
en
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
en
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”cried
Lord
LordHenry,laughing;
andthe
två
twoyoungmenwentoutinto
de
thegardentogetherandensconcedthemselveson
en
alongbambooseatthat
stod
stoodintheshadeof
en
atalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
över
overthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,
vita
whitedaisiesweretremulous.
After
en
apause,LordHenrypulledouthis
klocka
watch.
“IamafraidI
måste
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“and
innan
beforeIgo,Iinsistonyour
svarar
answeringaquestionIputtoyousome
tid
timeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
sa
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“You
vet
knowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
berätta
tellyouwhatitis.
I
vill
wantyoutoexplaintome
varför
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
Iwant
den
therealreason.”
“Itoldyou
den
therealreason.”
“No,you
gjorde
didnot.
Yousaiditwasbecausetherewas
för
toomuchofyourselfinit.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
sa
saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightintheface,“everyportrait
som
thatispaintedwithfeelingis
ett
aportraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothe
som
whoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainter
som
who,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonI
kommer
willnotexhibitthispictureis
att
thatIamafraidthatI
har
haveshowninitthesecretofmy
egen
ownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
frågade
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
sa
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexity
kom
cameoverhisface.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
honom
him.
“Oh,thereisreally
väldigt
verylittletotell,Harry,”
svarade
answeredthepainter;
“andIam
rädd
afraidyouwillhardlyunderstand
det
it.
Perhapsyouwillhardly
tro
believeit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
och
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
och
andexaminedit.
“Iam
helt
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
lilla
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
tro
believingthings,Icanbelieve
allt
anything,providedthatitis
helt
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
några
someblossomsfromthetrees,
och
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
flyttade
movedtoandfrointhelanguid
luft
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
och
andlikeabluethread
en
alongthindragon-flyfloated
förbi
pastonitsbrowngauzewings.
Lord
LordHenryfeltasifhecould
höra
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
och
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryissimplythis,”
sa
saidthepainteraftersome
tid
time.
“TwomonthsagoI
gick
wenttoacrushat
Lady
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwe
stackars
poorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfrom
tid
timetotime,justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Med
Withaneveningcoatanda
vit
whitetie,asyoutoldmeonce,
vem
anybody,evenastock-broker,cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Tja
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
rummet
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
och
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenly
blev
becameconsciousthatsomeonewas
tittade
lookingatme.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
och
andsawDorianGrayforthe
första
firsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,I
kände
feltthatIwasgrowingpale.
En
Acurioussensationofterror
kom
cameoverme.
IknewthatI
hade
hadcomefacetoface
med
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
om
ifIalloweditto
göra
doso,itwouldabsorbmy
hela
wholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
ha
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmy
liv
life.
Youknowyourself,Harry,
hur
howindependentIambynature.
I
har
havealwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hade
hadatleastalwaysbeenso,tillI
träffade
metDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
vet
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Något
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeof
en
aterriblecrisisinmy
liv
life.
Ihadastrangefeeling
att
thatfatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
och
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrew
rädd
afraidandturnedtoquitthe
rummet
room.
Itwasnotconsciencethat
göra
mademedoso:
itwas
en
asortofcowardice.
I
tar
takenocredittomyselffor
försökte
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceandcowardicearereallythe
samma
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
tror
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
tror
believeyoudoeither.
However,
vad
whateverwasmymotive—andit
kan
mayhavebeenpride,forI
brukade
usedtobeveryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
dörren
door.
There,ofcourse,Istumbled
mot
againstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingto
springa
runawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
känner
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheis
en
apeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
sa
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobits
med
withhislongnervousfingers.
“I
kunde
couldnotgetridof
henne
her.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
och
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
och
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
och
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearest
vän
friend.
Ihadonlymetheroncebefore,
men
butshetookitintoherheadtolionize
mig
me.
Ibelievesomepictureofminehadmadea
stor
greatsuccessatthetime,at
åtminstone
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutin
den
thepennynewspapers,whichis
den
thenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyself
ansikte
facetofacewiththe
unge
youngmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirred
mig
me.