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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressively Translated Vietnamese A1 Books

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THEPREFACE
Theartistis
những
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Torevealart
và
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
Những
Thecriticishewho
có thể
cantranslateintoanothermanner
hoặc
oranewmaterialhisimpressionof
đẹp
beautifulthings.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismis
một
amodeofautobiography.
Those
người
whofinduglymeaningsin
đẹp
beautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Đây
Thisisafault.
Those
người
whofindbeautifulmeaningsin
đẹp
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.
For
những
thesethereishope.
Theyare
những
theelecttowhombeautifulthingsmean
chỉ
onlybeauty.
Thereisnosuchthingasamoral
hay
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
tốt
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Đó
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCalibanseeinghisownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannotseeinghisownfaceinaglass.
Themoral
cuộc sống
lifeofmanformspartofthesubject-matteroftheartist,
nhưng
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfect
sử dụng
useofanimperfectmedium.
Không
Noartistdesirestoproveanything.
Ngay cả
Eventhingsthataretrue
có thể
canbeproved.
Noartisthasethicalsympathies.
Một
Anethicalsympathyinanartistis
một
anunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Không
Noartistisevermorbid.
Theartist
có thể
canexpresseverything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsof
một
anart.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsfor
một
anart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,
các
thetypeofalltheartsis
các
theartofthemusician.
Fromthe
điểm
pointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Tất cả
Allartisatoncesurface
và
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurface
làm
dosoattheirperil.
Those
người
whoreadthesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
và
andnotlife,thatart
thực sự
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
về
aboutaworkofartshowsthatthe
tác phẩm
workisnew,complex,andvital.
Khi
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccord
với
withhimself.
Wecanforgive
một
amanformakingauseful
thứ
thingaslongashedoesnotadmire
nó
it.
Theonlyexcuseformakingauseless
thứ
thingisthatoneadmiresitintensely.
Tất cả
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Những
Thestudiowasfilledwith
những
therichodourofroses,
và
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidst
những
thetreesofthegarden,therecame
qua
throughtheopendoortheheavyscentof
những
thelilac,orthemoredelicateperfumeof
những
thepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagson
đó
whichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,
Chúa
LordHenryWottoncouldjust
bắt
catchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
và
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenof
một
abeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
và
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthe
dài
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedin
trước
frontofthehugewindow,producinga
loại
kindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
và
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyo
người
who,throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
và
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurof
những
thebeesshoulderingtheirway
qua
throughthelongunmowngrass,
hoặc
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceround
những
thedustygilthornsof
những
thestragglingwoodbine,seemedto
làm
makethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwaslikethebourdonnoteof
một
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreofthe
phòng
room,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofa
trẻ
youngmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
và
andinfrontofit,some
chút
littledistanceaway,wassittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearancesomeyearsagocaused,atthetime,suchpublicexcitement
và
andgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainterlookedatthegracious
và
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
một
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
và
andseemedabouttolinger
đó
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
và
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrain
một
somecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
nhất
bestwork,Basil,thebest
điều
thingyouhaveeverdone,”said
Chúa
LordHenrylanguidly.
“Youmustcertainly
gửi
senditnextyeartotheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
quá
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhavegonethere,therehavebeeneitherso
nhiều
manypeoplethatIhavenotbeen
thể
abletoseethepictures,whichwasdreadful,orso
nhiều
manypicturesthatIhavenotbeen
thể
abletoseethepeople,whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenoris
thực sự
reallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’t
nghĩ rằng
thinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghis
đầu
headbackinthatodd
cách
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’t
gửi
senditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
và
andlookedathiminamazementthrough
những
thethinbluewreathsofsmoke
mà
thatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Not
gửi
senditanywhere?
Mydearfellow,
sao
why?
Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
làm
doanythingintheworldtogainareputation.
As
ngay
soonasyouhaveone,youseemto
muốn
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
chỉ
onlyonethingintheworldworse
hơn
thanbeingtalkedabout,andthatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
Một
Aportraitlikethiswould
đặt
setyoufaraboveall
những
theyoungmeninEngland,
và
andmaketheoldmen
khá
quitejealous,ifoldmenareevercapableof
bất kỳ
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyou
sẽ
willlaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
thực sự
reallycan’texhibitit.
I
đã
haveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
Chúa
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
và
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
nhưng
butitisquitetrue,
tất cả
allthesame.”
“Toomuchofyourselfin
đó
it!
Uponmyword,Basil,Ididn’t
biết
knowyouweresovain;
và
andIreallycan’tsee
bất kỳ
anyresemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrongface
và
andyourcoal-blackhair,and
này
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofivory
và
androse-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
và
andyou—well,ofcourseyou
có
haveanintellectualexpressionand
tất cả
allthat.
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
nơi
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
một
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyof
bất kỳ
anyface.
Themomentonesits
xuống
downtothink,onebecomes
tất cả
allnose,orallforehead,
hoặc
orsomethinghorrid.
Lookat
những
thesuccessfulmeninanyof
những
thelearnedprofessions.
Howperfectlyhideousthey
là
are!
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
Nhưng
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’tthink.
Một
Abishopkeepsonsayingat
những
theageofeightywhathewastoldtosay
khi
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,
và
andasanaturalconsequencehe
luôn luôn
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
trẻ
youngfriend,whosenameyouhavenevertold
tôi
me,butwhosepicturereallyfascinates
tôi
me,neverthinks.
Ifeel
khá
quitesureofthat.
Heis
một
somebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewho
nên
shouldbealwayshereinwinter
khi
whenwehavenoflowersto
nhìn
lookat,andalwayshereinsummer
khi
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
hiểu
understandme,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“OfcourseIamnotlike
anh ta
him.
Iknowthatperfectlywell.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
tiếc
sorrytolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyouthe
sự thật
truth.
Thereisafatality
về
aboutallphysicalandintellectualdistinction,the
loại
sortoffatalitythatseemstodog
qua
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itisbetternottobe
khác
differentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
và
andthestupidhavethe
nhất
bestofitinthisworld.
They
có thể
cansitattheirease
và
andgapeattheplay.
Nếu
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
ít
leastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
sống
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
và
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneitherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
và
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
bất cứ điều gì
whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
chịu
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegods
đã
havegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
đó
thathisname?”
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,
đó
thatishisname.
Ididn’tintendto
nói
tellittoyou.”
“But
sao
whynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Khi
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,I
không bao giờ
nevertelltheirnamestoany
ai
one.
Itislikesurrendering
một
apartofthem.
I
đã
havegrowntolovesecrecy.
Itseemstobetheone
điều
thingthatcanmakemodern
cuộc sống
lifemysteriousormarvelloustous.
Thecommonest
điều
thingisdelightfulifone
chỉ
onlyhidesit.
WhenIleave
thị trấn
townnowInevertellmy
người
peoplewhereIamgoing.
Nếu
IfIdid,Iwould
mất
loseallmypleasure.
Itis
một
asillyhabit,Idare
nói
say,butsomehowitseemstobring
một
agreatdealofromanceintoone’s
cuộc sống
life.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolish
về
aboutit?”
“Notatall,”answered
Chúa
LordHenry,“notatall,my
thân
dearBasil.
Youseemto
quên
forgetthatIammarried,
và
andtheonecharmofmarriageis
rằng
thatitmakesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
cả
bothparties.
Ineverknowwheremy
vợ
wifeis,andmywife
không bao giờ
neverknowswhatIamdoing.
Khi
Whenwemeet—wedomeetoccasionally,
khi
whenwedineouttogether,
hoặc
orgodowntotheDuke’s—wetelleachother
những
themostabsurdstorieswith
những
themostseriousfaces.
My
vợ
wifeisverygoodatit—muchbetter,infact,thanIam.
She
không bao giờ
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
và
andIalwaysdo.
But
khi
whenshedoesfindme
ra
out,shemakesnorowatall.
I
đôi khi
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“I
ghét
hatethewayyoutalk
về
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthedoorthatledintothegarden.
“I
tin
believethatyouarereally
một
averygoodhusband,but
rằng
thatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
riêng
ownvirtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
không bao giờ
neversayamoralthing,
và
andyouneverdoawrong
điều
thing.
Yourcynicismissimply
một
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
một
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”cried
Chúa
LordHenry,laughing;
andthe
hai
twoyoungmenwentoutintothegardentogether
và
andensconcedthemselvesona
dài
longbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeof
một
atalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
qua
overthepolishedleaves.
In
những
thegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Sau
Afterapause,LordHenrypulled
ra
outhiswatch.
“IamafraidI
phải
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeI
đi
go,IinsistonyouransweringaquestionI
đặt
puttoyousometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“You
biết
knowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,I
sẽ
willtellyouwhatit
là
is.
Iwantyoutoexplaintome
sao
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
muốn
wanttherealreason.”
“Itoldyoutherealreason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwasbecausetherewas
quá
toomuchofyourselfinit.
Bây giờ
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightin
những
theface,“everyportraitthatispainted
với
withfeelingisaportraitof
những
theartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
lý do
reasonIwillnotexhibit
này
thispictureisthatIam
sợ
afraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
Chúa
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
heasked.
“I
sẽ
willtellyou,”saidHallward;
nhưng
butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iam
tất cả
allexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
anh ta
him.
“Oh,thereisreally
rất
verylittletotell,Harry,”answeredthepainter;
“andIamafraidyou
sẽ
willhardlyunderstandit.
Perhapsyou
sẽ
willhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
và
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
và
andexaminedit.
“Iam
khá
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
nhỏ
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,I
có thể
canbelieveanything,providedthatitis
khá
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
một
someblossomsfromthetrees,
và
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,movedto
và
andfrointhelanguid
khí
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
và
andlikeabluethread
một
alongthindragon-flyfloated
qua
pastonitsbrowngauzewings.
Chúa
LordHenryfeltasifhecould
nghe
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,
và
andwonderedwhatwascoming.
“The
chuyện
storyissimplythis,”saidthepainter
sau
aftersometime.
“Twomonths
trước
agoIwenttoacrushat
Lady
LadyBrandon’s.
Youknowwepoorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,
chỉ
justtoremindthepublic
rằng
thatwearenotsavages.
Với
Withaneveningcoatanda
trắng
whitetie,asyoutoldme
lần
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,
có thể
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Vâng
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
phòng
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
và
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousthatsome
ai
onewaslookingatme.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
và
andsawDorianGrayforthefirst
lần
time.
Whenoureyesmet,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Một
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
tôi
me.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetoface
với
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinating
rằng
that,ifIalloweditto
làm
doso,itwouldabsorbmywholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
muốn
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmy
cuộc sống
life.
Youknowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
luôn luôn
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadat
ít
leastalwaysbeenso,tillImetDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
biết
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Gì
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeof
một
aterriblecrisisinmy
cuộc sống
life.
Ihadastrangefeeling
rằng
thatfatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
và
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrew
sợ
afraidandturnedtoquitthe
phòng
room.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademe
làm
doso:
itwasa
loại
sortofcowardice.
Itake
không
nocredittomyselffortryingtoescape.”
“Conscience
và
andcowardicearereallythe
tương tự
samethings,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Đó
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
tin
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
tin
believeyoudoeither.
However,whateverwasmymotive—andit
có thể
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
rất
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
cửa
door.
There,ofcourse,Istumbledagainst
Lady
LadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingto
chạy
runawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
biết
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheis
một
apeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”said
Chúa
LordHenry,pullingthedaisytobitswithhis
dài
longnervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
và
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
và
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
và
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
Ihad
chỉ
onlymetheroncebefore,
nhưng
butshetookitintoher
đầu
headtolionizeme.
I
tin
believesomepictureofminehadmadea
lớn
greatsuccessatthetime,at
ít
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutin
các
thepennynewspapers,whichis
các
thenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyIfoundmyselffacetoface
với
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirredme.