AGAIN Felix tore up his unfinished play. Rose-Ann had shattered his philosophy of compromise. But still he hesitated to accept her philosophy of freedom. Throughout the summer he idled and dreamed.
Late in August he took his vacation. Part of it they were to spend in paying their long-due visits to their respective families; the rest was to be given to a walking trip. They went first to Springfield.
2
Rose-Ann’s father lived, under the mismanagement of an unmarried sister, a fussy1, well-meaning woman, in the rambling2 old house which Rose-Ann had described to Felix—the house in which she had been born. It was filled with vexatiously new furniture, except as to the old man’s study—a shabby, comfortable, low-ceilinged, book-lined room at the top of the house. It was to this room that Rose-Ann had once stolen, in the dead of night, to get the Dan-Emp volume of the Encyclopedia3, to read about dancing.
The Rev4. Mr. Prentiss seemed more subdued5 in his home surroundings—a picturesque6 and mildly eccentric clergyman, but by no means the disturbing force he had been during his brief visit to them in Chicago the year before.... And Rose-Ann’s brothers were not at all the terrible persons he had been led to imagine—interested only in money-making. They were quite obviously proud of their father; and Felix felt that they were rather proud of him, too—pleased, at least, to have a “writer” in the family. They—or their wives—had severally subscribed7 to the 236Chicago Chronicle in order to read Felix’s dramatic criticisms, which they took very seriously, and sometimes clipped out and saved for their guidance when the plays of which he wrote reached Springfield. Felix had expected to find them alien and a little hostile; on the contrary he was rather embarrassingly deferred8 to—treated distinctly as a personage.
He enjoyed his brief visit, and could not understand the relief Rose-Ann showed when they had bade her family good-bye and were on their way to visit his own parents on the farm further down in the state. It ought to be easy enough, he felt, to get along with such people as Rose-Ann’s relatives. It was the thought of seeing his own parents that filled him with uneasiness.
“But, Felix,” she explained impatiently, “it’s because they are my relatives. I feel their criticism all the time.”
“I don’t think they criticize you any more,” he said. “You’ve had a struggle with them—and you’ve won. They’ve accepted the situation now. I think they’ve even accepted me.”
“You’re not their property, and I am,” she said. “But it isn’t my brothers that count so much any more—we look prosperous, and that’s about as far as they can judge us. It’s my father—I feel as though he were seeing right through me ... and smiling.”
“Smiling at what?”
“At—my pretences9. I can’t explain very well, but I feel as though I were a—a fake, a fraud, when I’m with him.”
“But what about?”
“I don’t know, exactly. But he stirs up some childish confusion in me.... I think I have all my life been trying to live up to my father’s expectations—not of me, for I don’t think he expects anything of me—but of womankind ... if that seems to you to make sense. It’s as if I were trying to prove to him that women could be—I don’t know what, but perhaps ... different from my mother. For instance, I want to be a certain kind of wife to you, Felix—not possessive, not interfering10, and all that. I go 237along thinking I am that kind of wife—and then I see him looking at me and smiling, and I have the feeling that it isn’t true ... that I’m just Woman all over again, the only kind of woman he knows, the kind he hates. Yes, I feel that I am just that kind—and I wonder if there is any other kind—and I get desperate and want to prove there is. I couldn’t have stood it there much longer. I should have done some crazy thing!... I don’t suppose you can understand—you aren’t a girl!”
3
He couldn’t understand; though it was true that as the train carried them nearer and nearer to his own parents, he became more and more uncomfortable.... The situation was different enough; Rose-Ann had felt that their prosperous air secured them against family criticism; Felix felt that same appearance as a reproach to his conscience....
“I’ve felt for years,” he said, “that I was an ungrateful child. I hate to go there to exhibit my prosperity to them. Of course, it isn’t so tremendous a prosperity—but it’s enough to make me feel ashamed. You know how hard it is for me to write to my mother; and I hardly ever can bring myself to write except when I can send her a little money—as if, yes, as if in penance11 for my desertion of her!”
“Would you like to have her live with us?”
“No—I wouldn’t. I owe her too much, I couldn’t bear to be always reminded of the debt. It’s a debt that’s too huge—I never can pay it, and I try to forget it.”
“The thought that she loves you more than you love her—is that what makes you feel ungrateful?”
“I suppose so. I do love her—”
“Of course you do, Felix!”
“More than I want to, perhaps! I can’t forget her, and I resent that. I want to get away from her.... She petted and spoiled me when I was a child. She wanted to keep me a child always. She kept me in skirts, she kept me wearing long curls—she made a baby of me. My whole life is in a sense trying to get away from that.... You’ll 238see—she’ll wait on me, ‘hand and foot,’ as they say—try to make me her baby again. She’ll anticipate my wishes, and jump up from the table to get something for me, and follow me about with her eyes—and I’ll get to feeling helpless, and then furious—and then I’ll say something cross to her, and be ashamed of myself.... Oh, well!”
“So you have queer feelings about your parents, too!”
The visit did not justify12 all these forebodings.... The house was the same as Felix had remembered it, only smaller; the same boxes of moss-roses grew beside the door, and peacocks as of old screamed in the yard; there was a little porch, with a wild-cucumber vine trained up to screen out the light, and on that porch his father and mother sat, the Sunday morning of their arrival, in rocking-chairs, his mother reading a paper through spectacles that sat slightly askew13, his father smoking a fat pipe.... They were not so old as he had in several years of absence begun to picture them; his father’s plump little body looked surprisingly sturdy, and there was a youthful humour in his mother’s smile as she sat talking, unaware14 of her son’s approach....
The first greetings over, Felix’s two aunts appeared from within the house—really old people these, Felix thought, but still wearing their air of aggressive self-dependence. They had looked after their little farm for so many years, without any masculine assistance except from an occasional hired man, that they resented, somewhat Felix thought, his father’s presence there, as a slur15 on their own capacity for taking care of themselves. They treated him a little scornfully, as if, being a man, he were a rather helpless person, and more of a nuisance than a help. He understood this, and smiled genially16 and tolerantly at their remarks, he being secure in the knowledge that it took a man to run things and that the real boss of this establishment was himself.... Just before they were seated at Sunday dinner, he led Felix to a cupboard, and smilingly produced a bottle of whiskey. “Have a little something to improve your appetite?” he asked.
Felix poured himself a drink, and his father did the same, 239carefully raising the tumbler so as to let the light shine through the golden liquid, and smacking17 his lips after he had poured it down his throat—while Felix’s two aunts stonily18 ignored this masculine nonsense, and his mother looked on with an air of mild disapproval19.
At dinner they talked about the crops; his father was happy in being a farmer again; happy, after years of increasing uselessness in town while his children were growing up, in being master of a situation, the real head of a household; happy, and boyishly active, despite his spells of rheumatism20, of which he also discoursed21 seriously and uncomplainingly. He had had a bad spell this last winter—in fact they had all been bothered with it—but they had found a liniment which seemed to do some good. “Pretty powerful stuff!” he said. “I sometimes wondered which was the worst, that liniment or the rheumatism—but it appeared to do the work!”
With the dessert they came to the fortunes of Felix—briefly alluded22 to before, but saved to the last for thorough consideration. They wanted to know all about Felix’s job, or rather all about how important a personage he had become. Felix’s shame in his good fortune gradually disappeared as he realized how immensely proud they all were of him—how they hugged his success to their hearts and enjoyed it. It was as though his good fortune were their own!
4
Rose-Ann liked them immensely, and that night reproached Felix for never having told her what lovely people they were. She entered into their domestic life, busied herself in the kitchen, and displayed qualities as a cook which he had never, in their studio-life, realized that she possessed23. Their little studio-dinners had been masterpieces in their way. But to see Rose-Ann coming in flushed and triumphant24 from the kitchen with one dish after another of an old-fashioned country dinner in her hands was a new experience.
240Rose-Ann had smoked surreptitiously during her visit to her own home, merely wishing not to offend her aunt by any ostentatious indulgence of what that good lady regarded as a reprehensible25 practice; but here she did not smoke at all, even in their room at night. She did not want to do anything that Felix’s folks would not like, and was seriously concerned to secure their approval.... And she secured it—for who could resist Rose-Ann in her most buoyant mood?
The visit had not been as disturbing as he had expected; and yet he was glad to go.
“Felix,” said Rose-Ann, as they took the train back to Chicago, “I think I understand why we feel this way. It’s because all our lives—and this is the truth—we’ve scorned the older generation. And we are ashamed, coming back to face them, because we’ve nothing better—really—to show for our lives than they have.”
“I wonder?” he said.
“But we can be happy in a way they knew nothing about, Felix. We can. And we shall!”
5
Then came their real vacation—a week’s walking trip in Wisconsin.
The night-boat carried them from Chicago to Milwaukee; and from thence, early in the morning, dressed now in their oldest clothes, and with packs on their backs, they set out happily on foot. They stopped by the roadside to make themselves a breakfast of eggs and bacon, cooked in the ten-cent frying pan that dangled26 from one corner of Felix’s pack; pausing again at mid-day for a luncheon27 of blackberries and raspberries gathered in some bramble-patch. At night they reached, in a drizzling28 rain that had accompanied them for the last hour of their journey, a town with an ugly little hotel, where they could at least dry their clothes, eat a poor dinner with a good appetite, and sleep, dog-tired and happy, from ten o’clock till dawn.
And thus onward29, in the general direction of “the dells.” 241Most of the time they did not know just where they were going next, nor care; they took the most promising30 road.
The “dells” at last—steep ravines, miniature canyons31, up which they went in the guide’s leaky little gasoline launch, landing to explore the quaint32 caverns33 in the rocks, dim-lighted by the daylight that sifted34 through the openings above.... And so back, by new roads, glad they had no map to take the surprise out of their journey.
Felix had never realized how much robust35 strength and endurance Rose-Ann had until they tramped those Wisconsin roads. They were not above taking a lift in some farmer’s wagon36 or passing automobile37, if it promised to get them to a town with a hotel before nightfall; but, having come in sight of the town, if the night promised to be clear, they hunted up some promising spot and encamped there: for what was the use of carrying two heavy woollen blankets, if they were not going to sleep out under the stars by a camp-fire?
Felix’s old corduroys, splashed with kalsomine in all colours, caused him to be taken for an “artist.” At first this displeased38 him—but he soon discovered that all the world envies the artist, loves him, and wishes to take care of him. Old farmers, burly truck-drivers, delivery-boys, tourists, wanted to give them a lift, and offered them their best counsel as to where to go next. Hotel-keepers, grocers at whose shops they replenished39 their food supplies, and farmers’ wives at houses where they stopped till a shower passed over, talked to them with friendly eagerness. Felix perceived that a pair of foot-loose vagabonds with enough money in their pockets to pay for their bread and eggs and bacon, are fortunate beings, the world’s darlings, beamed on and approved by those who sleep under roofs and hold steady jobs and stay day after day in the same place—approved because they are living life as all men and women know it should be lived: if everybody cannot live that way themselves, they are glad to see somebody else who can!
As they tramped, Felix’s mind went back to the songs of vagabondia which he used to cherish, and then had 242rejected as romantic and foolish; and at night, beside their dying camp-fire, when Rose-Ann demanded poetry before she went to sleep, he would say for her the little fragments that he remembered:
“Down the world with Marna,
That’s the life for me!
Wandering with the wandering rain
“Mm—I forget. Anyway—
“.... the joys of the road are chiefly these—
A vagrant’s morning, wide and blue,
In early fall, when the wind walks, too....
A shadowy highway, cool and brown,
But minting his words from a fund of thought....
“Mm....
“With only another mile to wend,
And two brown arms at the journey’s end....
“I forget the rest of it.”
“You are forgetting everything that’s important!” Rose-Ann complained. “I’ll bet you know by heart Professor Humptydink’s law of dramatic crisis.”
“No—I’ve stopped that foolishness, thanks to you. If I ever write anything, it will be just what I want to write—and the devil take the Great American Public!”
“No, Felix—that’s wrong, too. It’s what one really wants to say that other people really like—I’m sure of it. Can’t you trust yourself?”
“I don’t know,” he said, looking up at the pale moon through a tangle48 of leafy branches. “Somehow I have the notion that anything I want to do will be foolish.... I 243used to trust in myself. I used to believe this sort of thing:—it’s by Bliss49 Carman, the man that wrote the vagabond poems.—
“‘Keep thou, by some large instinct,
Unwasted, fair and whole,
“And through the realms of being
Thou art at liberty
To pass, enjoy, and linger,
“And don’t you believe that now, Felix?”
“That I can do as I please, if—”
“If it’s what you really please to do! Yes, Felix. You can have any happiness you ever want, if you really want it—not cynically53, nor because other people seem to have it, but because it belongs to you. I believe that. I don’t intend ever to keep from doing anything I want to do. And I shan’t be ashamed of myself, either. Do you remember the girl-goldsmith I told you about, in the story?”
“I remember her very well,” said Felix. “I know one of her speeches almost by heart. ‘The only sins are telling lies, and not keeping one’s body clean, and being careless about one’s work—ugly things. Beautiful things—the things people sometimes call sins—aren’t sins at all. Being in love isn’t ever a sin.’”
“Yes,” said Rose-Ann dreamily. “I want us to be like that—not afraid of life, or of any of the beautiful things life brings us.”
Well ... yes ... it sounded simple enough. To live life beautifully, and not be afraid! He had believed in that once. But now—or had he really ceased to believe it possible? At this moment, in the moonlight, it did not seem so absurd....
“Good night, Felix.”
“Good night, Rose-Ann.”

点击
收听单词发音

1
fussy
![]() |
|
adj.为琐事担忧的,过分装饰的,爱挑剔的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2
rambling
![]() |
|
adj.[建]凌乱的,杂乱的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3
encyclopedia
![]() |
|
n.百科全书 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4
rev
![]() |
|
v.发动机旋转,加快速度 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5
subdued
![]() |
|
adj. 屈服的,柔和的,减弱的 动词subdue的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6
picturesque
![]() |
|
adj.美丽如画的,(语言)生动的,绘声绘色的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7
subscribed
![]() |
|
v.捐助( subscribe的过去式和过去分词 );签署,题词;订阅;同意 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8
deferred
![]() |
|
adj.延期的,缓召的v.拖延,延缓,推迟( defer的过去式和过去分词 );服从某人的意愿,遵从 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9
pretences
![]() |
|
n.假装( pretence的名词复数 );作假;自命;自称 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10
interfering
![]() |
|
adj. 妨碍的 动词interfere的现在分词 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11
penance
![]() |
|
n.(赎罪的)惩罪 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12
justify
![]() |
|
vt.证明…正当(或有理),为…辩护 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13
askew
![]() |
|
adv.斜地;adj.歪斜的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14
unaware
![]() |
|
a.不知道的,未意识到的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15
slur
![]() |
|
v.含糊地说;诋毁;连唱;n.诋毁;含糊的发音 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16
genially
![]() |
|
adv.亲切地,和蔼地;快活地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17
smacking
![]() |
|
活泼的,发出响声的,精力充沛的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18
stonily
![]() |
|
石头地,冷酷地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19
disapproval
![]() |
|
n.反对,不赞成 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20
rheumatism
![]() |
|
n.风湿病 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21
discoursed
![]() |
|
演说(discourse的过去式与过去分词形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22
alluded
![]() |
|
提及,暗指( allude的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23
possessed
![]() |
|
adj.疯狂的;拥有的,占有的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24
triumphant
![]() |
|
adj.胜利的,成功的;狂欢的,喜悦的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25
reprehensible
![]() |
|
adj.该受责备的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26
dangled
![]() |
|
悬吊着( dangle的过去式和过去分词 ); 摆动不定; 用某事物诱惑…; 吊胃口 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27
luncheon
![]() |
|
n.午宴,午餐,便宴 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28
drizzling
![]() |
|
下蒙蒙细雨,下毛毛雨( drizzle的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29
onward
![]() |
|
adj.向前的,前进的;adv.向前,前进,在先 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30
promising
![]() |
|
adj.有希望的,有前途的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31
canyons
![]() |
|
n.峡谷( canyon的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32
quaint
![]() |
|
adj.古雅的,离奇有趣的,奇怪的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33
caverns
![]() |
|
大山洞,大洞穴( cavern的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34
sifted
![]() |
|
v.筛( sift的过去式和过去分词 );筛滤;细查;详审 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35
robust
![]() |
|
adj.强壮的,强健的,粗野的,需要体力的,浓的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36
wagon
![]() |
|
n.四轮马车,手推车,面包车;无盖运货列车 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37
automobile
![]() |
|
n.汽车,机动车 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38
displeased
![]() |
|
a.不快的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39
replenished
![]() |
|
补充( replenish的过去式和过去分词 ); 重新装满 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40
domain
![]() |
|
n.(活动等)领域,范围;领地,势力范围 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
41
crimson
![]() |
|
n./adj.深(绯)红色(的);vi.脸变绯红色 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
42
alluring
![]() |
|
adj.吸引人的,迷人的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
43
enticing
![]() |
|
adj.迷人的;诱人的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
44
scrap
![]() |
|
n.碎片;废料;v.废弃,报废 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
45
glum
![]() |
|
adj.闷闷不乐的,阴郁的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
46
naught
![]() |
|
n.无,零 [=nought] | |
参考例句: |
|
|
47
eloquent
![]() |
|
adj.雄辩的,口才流利的;明白显示出的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
48
tangle
![]() |
|
n.纠缠;缠结;混乱;v.(使)缠绕;变乱 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
49
bliss
![]() |
|
n.狂喜,福佑,天赐的福 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
50
innocence
![]() |
|
n.无罪;天真;无害 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
51
ardor
![]() |
|
n.热情,狂热 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
52
inviolate
![]() |
|
adj.未亵渎的,未受侵犯的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
53
cynically
![]() |
|
adv.爱嘲笑地,冷笑地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |