Here in the garden, close to the quiet house, I sit thinking of that strange meeting in the village. A blackbird at regular intervals1 sings the same refrain, which is taken up by others in the distance. The lily's chalice2 gleams under the blazing sun; and the humbler flowers meekly4 droop5 their heads. White butterflies are everywhere, flitting restlessly hither and thither6. So fierce is the splendour of the day that I cannot raise my eyes to the summit of the trees; and my quivering lids show me the whole sky through my lashes7.
Thereupon it seems to me that the emotion which bursts from my heart, like a too-brilliant light, compels me to close the shutters8 of my brain as well. In my mind, even as before my eyes, distances are lessened9 and I see stretched before me that more or less illusive10 goal which we would all fain reach in the desires of our finer selves.
This idea is soothing11 to me, for, in my eagerness to act, I am tired of demanding from my reason reasons which it cannot vouchsafe12 me.
Is there anything definite amid the uncertainty13 of these blind efforts, these unaccountable impulses, which have so often, ever since the first awakening14 of my unconsciousness, urged me towards other women? What have I wanted hitherto? What was it that I hoped when I stretched out my hands to them, when I looked upon their lives, when I searched their hearts, when at times I changed the very nature of their strivings? I did not know then; and even now I do not succeed in explaining to myself the fever that makes my thoughts tingle15 and burn. I do not understand, I do not know. How did that dream stand firm amid the total annihilation of unprofitable illusions? Is there then an element of reality, a definite truth that encourages me, though I do not discern it?
I see myself going forward recklessly, like a traveller who knows that there is somewhere a goal and who makes for it blindly, with the same assurance as though the goal stood bright and luminous16 on a mountain-top.
My only apology for these continual excursions
is that I lay claim to no rigidity17 of purpose; and I should almost be ashamed to come with principles and axioms to those whom I am carrying away. Then why alter the course of their destiny? Why appeal to their sympathy and their confidence? What better lot have I to offer them and what can I hope for even if they respond? Certainly I wish them fairer and more perfect, freed from their childish dread18 of criticism, armed with a prouder and more personal conception of honour than the code which is laid upon them, respectful of their life and also encompassing19 it with infinite indulgence and kindness. But is not that a wild ideal? In my memory, I still see them smiling at it, those radiant faces which all my sermons could not cloud, or which, vainly striving to understand them, never reflected anything but their crudest and most extravagant20 features!
The newcomer with the grave countenance21, the new soul divined beneath a beauty that pleases me, will she at long last teach me how much is possible and realisable in the vague ideal to which I pay homage22, without as yet being able to define it?
I dare not hope.
Hitherto, events have not justified23 me any more than my reason.
The swift walker goes alone upon his road; there is never any but his shadow to follow him.
I know how conscious we are of our weakness when we try to bring our energies into action; and I know that my pride will suffer, for I have never seen my footprint on the sand without pitying myself....
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Those who are close to our soul have no need of our words to understand it; and those who are far removed from it do not hear us speak. Then for whom do we speak, alas24?
The blackbird's song describes precious waves in the still air; pearls are scattered25 over the blue sky.
The lily's whiteness ascends26 like a fervent27 prayer; the bees make haste; the careless butterflies enjoy their little day. Near me, a tiny ant exhausts herself in a task too heavy for her strength. Lowly and excellent counsellors, does not each of them set me the example of her humble3 efforts?
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1 intervals | |
n.[军事]间隔( interval的名词复数 );间隔时间;[数学]区间;(戏剧、电影或音乐会的)幕间休息 | |
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2 chalice | |
n.圣餐杯;金杯毒酒 | |
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adj.谦卑的,恭顺的;地位低下的;v.降低,贬低 | |
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n.鞭挞( lash的名词复数 );鞭子;突然猛烈的一击;急速挥动v.鞭打( lash的第三人称单数 );煽动;紧系;怒斥 | |
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百叶窗( shutter的名词复数 ); (照相机的)快门 | |
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