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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Turkish A1 Students

The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressive Translation Books for Turkish A1 Students

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorof
güzel
beautifulthings.
Torevealart
ve
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Thecriticishewhocantranslateinto
başka
anothermanneroranewmaterialhisimpressionof
güzel
beautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismis
bir
amodeofautobiography.
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsin
güzel
beautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Bu
Thisisafault.
Thosewhofind
güzel
beautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthese
var
thereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
güzel
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Thereisnosuch
şey
thingasamoraloranimmoral
kitap
book.
Booksarewellwritten,
ya da
orbadlywritten.
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCalibanseeinghis
kendi
ownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannotseeinghis
kendi
ownfaceinaglass.
Themorallifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
ancak
butthemoralityofartconsistsinthe
mükemmel
perfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Hiçbir
Noartistdesirestoprove
şey
anything.
Eventhingsthatare
doğru
truecanbeproved.
Noartisthasethicalsympathies.
Bir
Anethicalsympathyinanartistis
bir
anunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Hiçbir
Noartistisevermorbid.
Theartistcanexpress
her şeyi
everything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
ve
andvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsfor
bir
anart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
tüm
alltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Tüm
Allartisatoncesurface
ve
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurface
yaparlar
dosoattheirperil.
Thosewhoreadthesymbol
yaparlar
dosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,andnot
yaşam
life,thatartreallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
hakkında
aboutaworkofart
gösterir
showsthattheworkis
yeni
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccordwithhimself.
Wecanforgive
bir
amanformakingauseful
şey
thingaslongashedoesnotadmireit.
Theonly
mazeret
excuseformakingauseless
şey
thingisthatoneadmiresitintensely.
Tüm
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTER
I
I.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
ve
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,there
geliyordu
camethroughtheopendoortheheavyscentofthelilac,
ya da
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,
Lord
LordHenryWottoncouldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
ve
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenof
bir
abeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
ve
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthe
uzun
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthehugewindow,producinga
tür
kindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
ve
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
aracılığıyla
throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
ve
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirwaythroughthe
uzun
longunmowngrass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillness
daha
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwaslikethebourdonnoteof
bir
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,
duruyordu
stoodthefull-lengthportraitofa
genç
youngmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
ve
andinfrontofit,
biraz
somelittledistanceaway,was
oturuyordu
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearance
biraz
someyearsagocaused,atthetime,
böyle
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainterlookedatthegracious
ve
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
bir
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
ve
andseemedabouttolinger
orada
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
ve
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsomecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyourbestwork,Basil,thebestthingyouhaveeverdone,”
dedi
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmustcertainly
göndermelisin
senditnextyeartotheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
çok
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverI
vardı
havegonethere,therehavebeeneitherso
çok
manypeoplethatIhavenotbeenabletoseethepictures,
ki
whichwasdreadful,orso
çok
manypicturesthatIhavenotbeenabletoseethepeople,
ki
whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenoris
gerçekten
reallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”he
yanıtladı
answered,tossinghisheadbackinthatoddwaythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
göndermeyeceğim
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
ve
andlookedathiminamazementthroughthethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledupin
böyle
suchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Not
göndermedin
senditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
neden
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
yaparsın
doanythingintheworldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,youseemtowanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
var
thereisonlyonethingintheworldworse
daha
thanbeingtalkedabout,and
o
thatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
Bir
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
çok
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
ve
andmaketheoldmenquitejealous,
eğer
ifoldmenareevercapableof
herhangi
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
gerçekten
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihave
koydum
puttoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
Lord
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
ve
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
ama
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”
“Toomuchofyourselfinit!
Uponmyword,Basil,Ididn’t
bilmiyordum
knowyouweresovain;
ve
andIreallycan’tsee
herhangi
anyresemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrongface
ve
andyourcoal-blackhair,and
bu
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofivory
ve
androse-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
ve
andyou—well,ofcourseyouhaveanintellectualexpression
ve
andallthat.
Butbeauty,
gerçek
realbeauty,endswhereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
bir
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyof
herhangi
anyface.
Themomentonesitsdowntothink,
bir
onebecomesallnose,or
tüm
allforehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Bakın
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
herhangi
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Ne kadar
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
Ama
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’tthink.
Bir
Abishopkeepsonsayingattheageofeightywhathewas
söylemeye
toldtosaywhenhewas
bir
aboyofeighteen,andas
bir
anaturalconsequencehealwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
genç
youngfriend,whosenameyouhave
hiç
nevertoldme,butwhosepicture
çok
reallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
Ifeel
oldukça
quitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainless
güzel
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
her zaman
alwayshereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
ve
andalwayshereinsummer
zaman
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
anlamıyorsun
understandme,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“OfcourseIamnot
gibi
likehim.
Iknowthatperfectly
iyi
well.
Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolooklike
ona
him.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
söylüyorum
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
bir
afatalityaboutallphysical
ve
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
daha
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
ve
andthestupidhavethebestofitinthisworld.
Theycansitattheirease
ve
andgapeattheplay.
Eğer
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
yaşıyorlar
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
ve
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneither
getirirler
bringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
ve
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
güzel
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshavegiven
bize
us,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
bu
thathisname?”
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,
bu
thatishisname.
Ididn’tintendto
söylemeye
tellittoyou.”
“But
neden
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,I
asla
nevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itislikesurrendering
bir
apartofthem.
Ihavegrownto
sevmeye
lovesecrecy.
Itseemstobethe
tek
onethingthatcanmakemodernlifemysterious
ya da
ormarvelloustous.
Thecommonest
şey
thingisdelightfulifone
sadece
onlyhidesit.
WhenIleavetownnowI
asla
nevertellmypeoplewhereIamgoing.
Eğer
IfIdid,Iwouldlose
tüm
allmypleasure.
Itis
bir
asillyhabit,Idaresay,
ama
butsomehowitseemstobring
bir
agreatdealofromanceintoone’slife.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolish
konuda
aboutit?”
“Notatall,”
yanıtladı
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
sevgili
dearBasil.
YouseemtoforgetthatIam
evli
married,andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatitmakesa
hayat
lifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
iki
bothparties.
Ineverknow
nerede
wheremywifeis,andmy
karım
wifeneverknowswhatIamdoing.
Whenwemeet—wedo
buluşuruz
meetoccasionally,whenwedineout
birlikte
together,orgodowntotheDuke’s—we
anlatırız
telleachotherthemostabsurdstorieswiththe
en
mostseriousfaces.
Mywifeis
çok
verygoodatit—muchbetter,in
aslında
fact,thanIam.
Shenevergetsconfusedoverherdates,andI
her zaman
alwaysdo.
Butwhenshe
yapmıyor
doesfindmeout,she
yapmıyor
makesnorowatall.
I
bazen
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“I
nefret
hatethewayyoutalk
hakkında
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
dedi
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthedoorthatledintothegarden.
“I
inanıyorum
believethatyouarereally
bir
averygoodhusband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
kendi
ownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
asla
neversayamoralthing,
ve
andyouneverdoa
yanlış
wrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimply
bir
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
bir
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”cried
Lord
LordHenry,laughing;
andthetwo
genç
youngmenwentoutintothegarden
birlikte
togetherandensconcedthemselveson
bir
alongbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeof
bir
atalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,
beyaz
whitedaisiesweretremulous.
After
bir
apause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“IamafraidImustbe
gitmeliyim
going,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeI
gitmeliyim
go,Iinsistonyouranswering
bir
aquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
dedi
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“You
biliyorsun
knowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwilltellyouwhatit
olduğunu
is.
Iwantyoutoexplaintome
neden
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
istiyorum
wanttherealreason.”
“Itoldyouthe
gerçek
realreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwasbecausetherewastoomuchofyourselfinit.
Now,
bu
thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightintheface,“everyportraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisaportraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnotexhibitthispictureisthatIamafraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmy
kendi
ownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
sordu
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
dedi
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
ona
him.
“Oh,thereisreallyvery
az
littletotell,Harry,”answeredthepainter;
“andIamafraidyouwillhardly
anlamayacaksın
understandit.
Perhapsyouwillhardly
inanmayacaksın
believeit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
ve
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
ve
andexaminedit.
“Iam
oldukça
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
küçük
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
inanmaya
believingthings,Icanbelieveanything,providedthatitis
oldukça
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
bazı
someblossomsfromthetrees,
ve
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,movedto
ve
andfrointhelanguid
havada
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
ve
andlikeabluethread
bir
alongthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
Lord
LordHenryfeltasifhecouldhearBasilHallward’s
kalp
heartbeating,andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryissimplythis,”
dedi
saidthepainteraftersometime.
“Twomonths
önce
agoIwenttoacrushat
Leydi
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwe
zavallı
poorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfrom
zaman
timetotime,justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Withaneveningcoat
ve
andawhitetie,asyoutoldme
bir keresinde
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Well,
sonra
afterIhadbeeninthe
odada
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
ve
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewaslookingat
bana
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
ve
andsawDorianGrayforthe
ilk
firsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Bir
Acurioussensationofterror
geldi
cameoverme.
Iknew
o
thatIhadcomefaceto
yüz
facewithsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinating
o
that,ifIallowedittodoso,itwouldabsorbmy
tüm
wholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
istemedim
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmylife.
You
biliyorsun
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
her zaman
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadatleast
her zaman
alwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
bilmiyorum
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Şey
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeof
bir
aterriblecrisisinmylife.
I
vardı
hadastrangefeelingthatfate
vardı
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
ve
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
ve
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwas
bir
asortofcowardice.
Itakenocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
ve
andcowardicearereallythe
aynı
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Bu
Thatisall.”
“Idon’tbelievethat,Harry,andIdon’tbelieveyoudoeither.
However,
ne olursa olsun
whateverwasmymotive—anditmayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
çok
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothedoor.
Orada
There,ofcourse,Istumbledagainst
Leydi
LadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
biliyor
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheis
bir
apeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
dedi
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobitswithhis
uzun
longnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
ve
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
ve
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
ve
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearest
arkadaşı
friend.
Ihadonlymether
kez
oncebefore,butshetookitintoherheadtolionize
beni
me.
Ibelievesomepictureofminehadmade
bir
agreatsuccessatthetime,atleasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,
olan
whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyself
yüz
facetofacewiththe
genç
youngmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirred
beni
me.