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

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THEPREFACE
Theartististhecreatorof
güzel
beautifulthings.
Torevealart
ve
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Thecriticishewhocantranslateinto
başka
anothermanneroranewmaterialhisimpressionof
güzel
beautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismis
bir
amodeofautobiography.
Thosewhofind
çirkin
uglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeing
çekici
charming.
Thisisafault.
Thosewhofind
güzel
beautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsarethecultivated.
Forthese
var
thereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
güzel
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.
Thereisnosuch
şey
thingasamoraloran
ahlaksız
immoralbook.
Booksarewellwritten,
ya da
orbadlywritten.
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCalibanseeinghis
kendi
ownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannotseeinghis
kendi
ownfaceinaglass.
The
ahlaki
morallifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
ancak
butthemoralityofartconsistsinthe
mükemmel
perfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Hiçbir
Noartistdesirestoprove
şey
anything.
Eventhingsthatare
doğru
truecanbeproved.
Noartisthas
etik
ethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyin
bir
anartistisanunpardonablemannerismof
stil
style.
Noartistisever
hastalıklı
morbid.
Theartistcanexpress
her şeyi
everything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofan
sanat
art.
Viceandvirtuearetothe
sanatçı
artistmaterialsforanart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,the
türü
typeofalltheartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Tüm
Allartisatonce
yüzey
surfaceandsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurface
yaparlar
dosoattheirperil.
Thosewhoreadthe
sembolü
symboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthe
seyirci
spectator,andnotlife,thatart
gerçekten
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
hakkında
aboutaworkofart
gösterir
showsthattheworkis
yeni
new,complex,andvital.
Whencritics
aynı fikirde
disagree,theartistisinaccordwithhimself.
Wecanforgive
bir
amanformakinga
yararlı
usefulthingaslongashedoesnot
hayran
admireit.
Theonlyexcuseformakingauseless
şey
thingisthatoneadmiresit
yoğun
intensely.
Allartisquite
işe yaramaz
useless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththe
zengin
richodourofroses,andwhenthe
hafif
lightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,there
geliyordu
camethroughtheopendoorthe
ağır
heavyscentofthelilac,
ya da
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,
Lord
LordHenryWottoncouldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
ve
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemed
zor
hardlyabletobeartheburdenof
bir
abeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
ve
andnowandthenthe
muhteşem
fantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthe
uzun
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinfrontofthe
devasa
hugewindow,producingakindofmomentaryJapanese
etkisi
effect,andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
aracılığıyla
throughthemediumofan
sanat
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seekto
iletmeye
conveythesenseofswiftness
ve
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirwaythroughthe
uzun
longunmowngrass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthe
tozlu
dustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomakethestillness
daha
moreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwaslikethebourdonnoteof
bir
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoan
dik
uprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofa
genç
youngmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
ve
andinfrontofit,
biraz
somelittledistanceaway,was
oturuyordu
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whose
aniden
suddendisappearancesomeyearsagocaused,atthetime,
böyle
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomany
garip
strangeconjectures.
Asthepainterlookedatthegracious
ve
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
bir
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
ve
andseemedabouttolinger
orada
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
ve
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsome
tuhaf
curiousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyourbestwork,Basil,thebestthingyouhaveeverdone,”
dedi
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmust
kesinlikle
certainlysenditnextyeartotheGrosvenor.
The
Akademi
Academyistoolargeand
çok
toovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
oraya
there,therehavebeeneitherso
çok
manypeoplethatIhavenotbeenabletoseethepictures,
ki
whichwasdreadful,orso
çok
manypicturesthatIhavenotbeenabletoseethepeople,
ki
whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenoris
gerçekten
reallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”he
yanıtladı
answered,tossinghisheadbackinthat
tuhaf
oddwaythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
göndermeyeceğim
senditanywhere.”
LordHenry
yükseltti
elevatedhiseyebrowsandlookedathiminamazementthroughthe
ince
thinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledupin
böyle
suchfancifulwhorlsfromhis
ağır
heavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
My
sevgili
dearfellow,why?
Haveyouanyreason?
What
tuhaf
oddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
yaparsın
doanythingintheworldto
kazanmak
gainareputation.
Assoonasyouhaveone,youseemtowantto
atmak
throwitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
var
thereisonlyonethingintheworld
kötü
worsethanbeingtalkedabout,
ve
andthatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
Bir
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyou
çok
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
ve
andmaketheoldmenquite
kıskanç
jealous,ifoldmenareevercapableof
herhangi
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyouwilllaughatme,”he
yanıtladı
replied,“butIreallycan’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,withyourrugged
güçlü
strongfaceandyourcoal-blackhair,
ve
andthisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutof
fildişi
ivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
sevgili
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
ve
andyou—well,ofcourseyouhavean
entelektüel
intellectualexpressionandallthat.
Ama
Butbeauty,realbeauty,endswhere
bir
anintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
bir
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyof
herhangi
anyface.
Themomentonesitsdowntothink,
bir
onebecomesallnose,or
tüm
allforehead,orsomethinghorrid.
Bakın
Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
herhangi
anyofthelearnedprofessions.
Ne kadar
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Hariç
Except,ofcourse,inthe
Kilise
Church.
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’tthink.
Bir
Abishopkeepsonsayingattheageofeightywhathewas
söylemeye
toldtosaywhenhewas
bir
aboyofeighteen,andas
bir
anaturalconsequencehealwayslooksabsolutely
hoş
delightful.
Yourmysteriousyoungfriend,whose
adını
nameyouhavenevertold
bana
me,butwhosepicturereallyfascinates
bana
me,neverthinks.
Ifeel
oldukça
quitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainless
güzel
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
her zaman
alwayshereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,
ve
andalwayshereinsummer
zaman
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
anlamıyorsun
understandme,Harry,”answeredthe
sanatçı
artist.
“OfcourseIamnot
gibi
likehim.
Iknowthatperfectly
iyi
well.
Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolooklike
ona
him.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
söylüyorum
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
bir
afatalityaboutallphysical
ve
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodogthrough
tarih
historythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
daha
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
ve
andthestupidhavethebestofitinthisworld.
Theycansitattheir
rahat
easeandgapeattheplay.
Eğer
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
yaşıyorlar
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
ve
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneither
getirirler
bringruinuponothers,norever
alırlar
receiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
ve
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
güzel
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshavegiven
bize
us,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
bu
thathisname?”
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudio
doğru
towardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishis
adı
name.
Ididn’tintendto
söylemeye
tellittoyou.”
“But
neden
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,I
asla
nevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itislikesurrendering
bir
apartofthem.
Ihavegrownto
sevmeye
lovesecrecy.
Itseemstobethe
tek
onethingthatcanmake
modern
modernlifemysteriousormarvelloustous.
Thecommonest
şey
thingisdelightfulifone
sadece
onlyhidesit.
WhenIleavetownnowI
asla
nevertellmypeoplewhereIamgoing.
Eğer
IfIdid,Iwouldlose
tüm
allmypleasure.
Itis
bir
asillyhabit,Idaresay,
ama
butsomehowitseemstobring
bir
agreatdealofromanceintoone’slife.
Isupposeyouthinkme
çok
awfullyfoolishaboutit?”
“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
telleachotherthemost
saçma
absurdstorieswiththemost
ciddi
seriousfaces.
Mywifeis
çok
verygoodatit—muchbetter,in
aslında
fact,thanIam.
Shenevergetsconfusedoverherdates,andI
her zaman
alwaysdo.
Butwhenshe
yapmıyor
doesfindmeout,she
yapmıyor
makesnorowatall.
I
bazen
sometimeswishshewould;
butshe
sadece
merelylaughsatme.”
“I
nefret
hatethewayyoutalk
hakkında
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
dedi
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthedoorthatledintothegarden.
“I
inanıyorum
believethatyouarereally
bir
averygoodhusband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
kendi
ownvirtues.
Youarean
olağanüstü
extraordinaryfellow.
Youneversay
bir
amoralthing,andyou
asla
neverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismis
sadece
simplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalis
sadece
simplyapose,andthe
en
mostirritatingposeIknow,”cried
Lord
LordHenry,laughing;
andthetwo
genç
youngmenwentoutintothegarden
birlikte
togetherandensconcedthemselveson
bir
alongbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeof
bir
atalllaurelbush.
The
güneş ışığı
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,
beyaz
whitedaisiesweretremulous.
After
bir
apause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“IamafraidImustbe
gitmeliyim
going,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeI
gitmeliyim
go,Iinsistonyouranswering
bir
aquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
dedi
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedonthe
yere
ground.
“Youknowquitewell.”
“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,“every
portre
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisa
portre
portraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitteris
sadece
merelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythe
ressam
painter;
itisratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
ThereasonIwillnotexhibitthis
resmi
pictureisthatIamafraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmy
kendi
ownsoul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
sordu
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”
dedi
saidHallward;
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iamallexpectation,Basil,”continuedhis
arkadaşı
companion,glancingathim.
“Oh,
var
thereisreallyverylittletotell,Harry,”
yanıtladı
answeredthepainter;
“andIamafraidyouwillhardly
anlamayacaksın
understandit.
Perhapsyouwillhardly
inanmayacaksın
believeit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
ve
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalled
papatya
daisyfromthegrassand
inceledi
examinedit.
“IamquitesureIshallunderstandit,”he
yanıtladı
replied,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-flyfloatedpastonits
kahverengi
browngauzewings.
LordHenryfeltasifhecouldhearBasilHallward’s
kalp
heartbeating,andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryis
basitçe
simplythis,”saidthepainter
sonra
aftersometime.
“Twomonths
önce
agoIwenttoacrushat
Leydi
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwe
zavallı
poorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfrom
zaman
timetotime,justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.
Withan
akşam
eveningcoatandawhitetie,asyoutoldme
bir keresinde
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,cangaina
üne
reputationforbeingcivilized.
Well,
sonra
afterIhadbeeninthe
odada
roomabouttenminutes,talkingto
büyük
hugeoverdresseddowagersandtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsomeonewaslookingat
bana
me.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
ve
andsawDorianGrayforthe
ilk
firsttime.
Whenoureyesmet,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Bir
Acurioussensationofterror
geldi
cameoverme.
Iknew
o
thatIhadcomefaceto
yüz
facewithsomeonewhose
sadece
merepersonalitywassofascinating
o
that,ifIallowedittodoso,itwould
emecekti
absorbmywholenature,my
tüm
wholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
istemedim
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmylife.
You
biliyorsun
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
her zaman
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadatleast
her zaman
alwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
bilmiyorum
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Şey
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthe
eşiğinde
vergeofaterriblecrisisinmylife.
I
vardı
hadastrangefeelingthatfate
vardı
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
ve
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
ve
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnot
vicdan
consciencethatmademedoso:
itwas
bir
asortofcowardice.
Itakenocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
ve
andcowardicearereallythe
aynı
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Bu
Thatisall.”
“Idon’tbelievethat,Harry,andIdon’tbelieveyoudoeither.
Bununla birlikte
However,whateverwasmymotive—anditmayhavebeen
gurur
pride,forIusedtobe
çok
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothedoor.
Orada
There,ofcourse,Istumbledagainst
Leydi
LadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’she
bağırdı
screamedout.
Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“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-centurystandardof
ölümsüzlük
immortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyself
yüz
facetofacewiththe
genç
youngmanwhosepersonalityhadso
garip
strangelystirredme.