短篇小说 | The Island of the Fay

2020年2月10日

"LA MUSIQUE," says Marmontel, in those "Contes Moraux" which in all our translations, we have insisted upon calling "Moral Tales," as if in mockery of their spirit -- "la musique est le seul des talents qui jouissent de lui-meme; tous les autres veulent des temoins."

短篇小说 | Brickdust Row

2020年2月10日

Blinker was displeased. A man of less culture and poise and wealth would have sworn. But Blinker always remembered that he was a gentleman--a thing that no gentleman should do.

短篇小说 | In Sabine

2020年2月10日

THE sight of a human habitation, even if it was a rude log cabin with a mud chimney at one end, was a very gratifying one to Grégoire.

短篇小说 | The Imp of the Perverse

2020年2月9日

In the consideration of the faculties and impulses -- of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has been equally overlooked by all the moralists who have preceded them.

短篇小说 | Blind Man's Holiday

2020年2月9日

Alas for the man and for the artist with the shifting point of perspective! Life shall be a confusion of ways to the one; the landscape shall rise up and confound the other.

短篇小说 | The Gold-Bug

2020年2月8日

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy: but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.

短篇小说 | Her Letters

2020年2月8日

A moment more and he had gone to seek her, and to join her and her secret thought in the immeasurable rest.

短篇小说 | The Fall of the House of Usher

2020年2月7日

DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.