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1、【英文读物】Bashan and IFOREWORDIt was during the war that Thomas Mann, one of the great modern stylists, wrote this simple little idyll as a refuge and relief. It was a flight from the hideous realities of the world to the deeper realities of Nature, from the hate and inhumanity of man to the devotion an

2、d lovableness of the brute. This delectable symphony of human and canine psychology, of love of nature and of pensive humour, struck the true note of universality, a document packed with greater potencies in this direction than the deliberate, idealistic manifestos of the pacifists. It is for these

3、reasons that the book has acquired a permanent charm, value, and significance, not only beyond the confines of the war and the confines of the authors own land and language, but also beyond those of the period.In every land there still exists the same friendly and primitive relation between man and

4、the dog, brought to its fullest expression of strength and beauty in the environment of the green world, rural or suburban.Simple and unpretentious as a statement by Francis dAssisi, yet full of a gentle modern sophistication and humour, this little work will bring delight and refreshment to all who

5、 seek flight from the heavy-laden hour. It is, moreover, one of the most subtle and penetrating studies of the psychology of the dog that has ever been writtentender yet unsentimental, realistic and full of the detail of masterly observation and description, yet in its final form and precipitation a

6、 work of exquisite literary art.H. G. S. CHAPTER IBASHAN PUTS IN HIS APPEARANCE When spring, which all men agree is the fairest season of the year, comes round again and happens to do honour to its name, I love to go for half an hours stroll in the open air before breakfast. I take this stroll whene

7、ver the early chorus of the birds has succeeded in rousing me betimesbecause I had been wise enough to terminate the preceding day at a seemly hour. And then I go walkinghatlessin the spacious avenue in front of my house, and sometimes in the parks which are more distant. Before I capitulate to the

8、days work, I long to draw a few draughts of young morning air and to taste the joy of the pure early freshness of things. Standing on the steps which lead down from my front door, I give a whistle. This whistle consists of two tones, a base tone and a deeper quarter-toneas though I were beginning th

9、e first notes of the second phrase of Schuberts unfinished symphony, a signal which may be regarded as equal in tonal value to a name of two syllables.The very next moment, as I go on towards the garden gate, a sound is heard in the distance, a sound at first almost inaudible, then growing rapidly n

10、earer and clearera sound such as might ensue if a metal tag were to be set clinking against the brass trimmings of a leather collar. Then, as I turn round, I see Bashan curving in swift career around the corner of the house and heading for me full tilt as though he intended to knock me over. His eff

11、orts cause him to shorten his underlip a bit, so that two or three of his lower front teeth are laid bare. How splendidly they gleam in the early sun!Bashan comes straight from his kennel. This is situated behind the house under the floor of the veranda, which is supported on pillars. It is probable

12、 that, after a night of divers and unknown adventures, he had been enjoying a short morning doze in this kennel, until my two-syllabic whistle roused him to swift activity. This kennel or miniature hut is equipped with curtains made of coarse material, and is lined with straw. Thus it chances that a

13、 stray straw or two may be clinging to Bashans coatalready rather ruffled up from his lying and stretchingor that one of these refractory straws may even be left sticking between his toes. This is a vision which always reminds me of the old Count Moor in Schillers Robbersas I once saw him in a most

14、vivid and imaginative production, coming out of the Hunger Tower, with a straw between two of his toes.Involuntarily I take up a flank position to the charging Bashan as he comes storming onwardan attitude of defencefor his apparent intention of lunging himself between my feet and laying me low is m

15、ost amazingly deceptive. But always at the last moment and just before the collision, he manages to put on the brakes and to bring himself tosomething which testifies to his physical as well as his mental self-control. And nowwithout uttering a soundfor Bashan makes but scant use of his sonorous and

16、 expressive voicehe begins to carry out a confused dance of welcome and salutation all about me, a dance consisting of rapid tramplings, of prodigious waggingswaggings which are not limited to that member which is intended for their proper expressionbut which demand tribute of his entire hindquarter

17、s up to his very ribs, furthermore an annular contraction of his body, as well as darting, far-flung leaps into the air, also rotations about his own axisperformances which, strange to say, he endeavours to hide from my gaze, for whenever I turn towards him, he transfers them to the other side. The

18、very moment, however, I bend down and stretch out my hand, he is brought suddenly with a single leap to my side. There he stands, like a statue, with his shoulder-blade pressing against my shinbone. He stands aslant, with his strong paws braced against the ground, his face uplifted towards mine, so

19、that he peers into my eyes from below and in a reversed direction. His stillness whilst I pat his shoulder and mutter friendly words, breathes forth the same concentration and emotion as the preceding delirium.He is a short-haired setterif you will not take this designation too sternly and strictly,

20、 but with a grain of salt. For Bashan cannot really claim to be a setter such as are described in booksa setter in accordance with the most meticulous laws and decrees. He is perhaps a trifle too small for thisfor he is somewhat under the size of a full-fledged setter. And then his legs are not quit

21、e straight, but somewhat disposed to bend outward, a condition of things which would also be scarcely in accordance with the ideal of a Simon-pure breed.The slight disposition to dewlaps or “wattles,” that is, to those folds of skin about the neck which are capable of lending a dog such a dignified

22、expression, becomes him admirably, though it is certain that this feature would also be objected to as a flaw by implacable experts on breeding, for I am told that in this species of dog the skin should lie close and firm about the throat.Bashans colouring is very beautiful. His coat is a rusty brow

23、n in the ground colour, striped with black. But there are also considerable mixtures of white. These predominate on the chest, the paws, and the belly. His entire nose, which is very short, seems to be painted black. This black and rusty brown makes a pretty velvety pattern on his broad skull as wel

24、l as on his cool ear-laps. One of his most edifying external features is the whorl, tuft or tassel into which the white hair on his chest twists itself and which sticks out like the spike on certain ancient armour. To be sure, one of his rather arbitrary gloriesthe colour of his hairmight also appea

25、r a dubious point to those who rate racial laws higher than the values of personality. It is possible that the classic setter should be monochrome or decorated with shaded or toned spots, and not, like Bashan, with tiger-like stripes. But the most emphatic warning against classifying Bashan in any r

26、igid or iron-clad category, is a certain drooping manner of the hirsute appendages about the corners of his mouth and the underside of his jaws, features which might not incorrectly be designated as a kind of bristling moustache and goateefeatures which, if you will rivet your eye upon them from nea

27、r or far, will remind you of a griffon or an Airedale terrier! But what odds?setter or pointer or terrierBashan is a fine and handsome animal. Look at him as he leans rigidly against my knee and looks up at me with a profound and concentrated devotion! His eye, ah, his eye! is beautiful, soft, and w

28、ise, even though a trifle glassy and protuberant. The iris is a rusty brownof the same colour as his coat, though it forms only a small ring in consequence of the tremendous expanse of the black mirrors of the pupils. On the outer periphery the colour blends into the white of the eye, swimming in it

29、, as it were. The expression of his face, an expression of reasonable cheerfulness, proclaims the fine masculinity of his moral nature, which is reflected physically in the structure of his body. The vaulted chest, beneath whose smooth, supple, and clinging skin the ribs show powerfully, the drawn-i

30、n haunches, the nervous, clear-veined legs, the strong and well-shaped pawsall proclaim a brave heart and much virile virtueproclaim peasant bloodhunting blood. Yes, there can be no doubt of itthe hunter and the tracker dominate prodigiously in Bashans education. He is a bona-fide setterif you must

31、knoweven though he may not owe his existence to some snobbish bit of blue-blooded inbreeding. And this perhaps is what I would imply by the rather confused and unrelated words which I address to him whilst patting him on the shoulder-blade.He stands and stares, listening intently to the tone of my v

32、oice. He finds that this tone is full of accents which decidedly approve of his existence, something which I am at pains to emphasise in my speech. And suddenly, with an upward lunge of the head and a swift opening and shutting of his jaws, he makes a snap towards my face, as though he intended to b

33、ite off my nose, a bit of pantomime that is obviously meant to be an answer to my remarks and which invariably throws me backward in a sudden recoil, laughingas Bashan well knows. He intends this to be a kind of air-kiss, half tenderness, half mischievousnessa manœuvre which has been peculiar

34、to him from puppyhood onI had never observed it in the case of any of his predecessors. Moreover, he at once begs pardon for the liberty he has taken by waggings, short abrupt bows and an embarrassed air. And then we pass out of the garden-gate into the open.We are now invested with a sound of rushi

35、ng and roaring as of the sea. For my house fronts almost directly on the River Isar “rolling rapidly” as in the famous lines by Campbell, and foaming over flat terraces in its bed. We are separated from it only by the rows of poplars, by a strip of fenced-in grass which is planted with young maples

36、and an elevated road which is fringed by great aspens, giants which conduct themselves in the same bizarre manner as willows and snow up the whole region with their white, seed-bearing fluff at the beginning of June. Up river, towards the city, I see a detachment of pioneers practising the building

37、of a pontoon bridge. The thudding of their heavy boots upon the boards and the shouts of their officers echo across the stream. From the farther bank there come sounds of industrial activity, for yonder, at some distance down-stream from the house, there is a locomotive plant working under increased

38、 pressurein accordance with the times. The tall windows of this great brick shed glow through the darkness at all hours of the night. New and beautifully lacquered engines hurry to and fro on their trial trips, a steam siren occasionally lets its heady howl be heard, a dull, thunderous pother makes

39、the air quiver from time to time, and from the throats of several stacks the smoke creams darkly forth. This, however, is driven away by a kindly-disposed wind towards the distant tracts of woods, so that it seldom rolls across the river. Thus in the suburban, semi-rural solitude of this region, the

40、 whisperings of contemplative nature mingle with those of human activity. Over all lies the blank-eyed freshness of the morning hour.According to the daylight-saving law, the time might be half-past seven when I take my walk; in reality it is half-past six. With arms crossed behind my back I stroll

41、through the tender sunshine down the poplar-lined avenue, barred by the long shadows of the trees. From here I cannot see the river, but its broad and even flow is audible. There is a soft whispering in the trees, the penetrating twittering, fluting, chirping, and sob-like trill of the songbirds fil

42、ls the air. Under the moist blue heavens an aeroplane coming from the east, a stark mechanical bird with a roaring voice, now swelling, and now softly ebbing away, steers its independent way across land and river, and Bashan delights my eye with beautiful leaps at full length to and fro across the l

43、ow fence of the grass plot to the left.Bashan is jumping because he actually knows that I take pleasure in his jumping. Often by means of calls and knockings upon the fence, have I encouraged him in it and praised him when he had fulfilled my wishes. And now, too, he comes after almost every jump so

44、 that I may tell him that he is a daring and elegant fence-vaulter, at which he also ventures a jump or two towards my face and beslobbers my thrust-out, defensive arm with the slaver of his mouth. These exercises, however, he likewise intends to be a kind of gymnastic morning toilet, for he smooths

45、 his ruffled coat by means of these athletic movements and rids himself of the straws which had disfigured it.It is good thus to go walking in the morning, the senses rejuvenated, the spirit purged by the healing bath and long Lethean draught of the night. You look upon the day that lies before you,

46、 regard it with strong, serene confidence, but you hesitate lazily to begin ityou are master of an unusually free and unburdened span of time lying between the dream and the day, your reward for the good use you have made of your time. The illusion that you are leading a life that is constant, simpl

47、e, undissipated and benignly introspective, the illusion that you belong utterly to yourself, renders you happy. Man is disposed to regard his case or condition of the moment, be this glad or troubled, peaceful or passionate, for the true, essential, and permanent aspect of his life, and above all i

48、s in fancy inclined to elevate every happy ex tempore to a radiant rule and an unbreakable habit, whereas he is really condemned to live by improvisation, from hand to mouth, so to speak.So, drawing in deep breaths of the morning air, you believe in your freedom and in your worth, though you ought t

49、o be aware, and at heart are aware, that the world is holding its snares ready to entangle you in them, and that in all probability you will again be lying in bed until nine to-morrow morning, because you had got into it at two the night before, heated, befogged, and full of passionate debate. . . . Well, so be it. To-day you are the man of sobriety and the dew-clad early hour, the right royal lord of that mad hunter yonder who is just making another jump across the fence out of sheer joy that you ar