悲慘世界

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世界文學(xué)名著表現(xiàn)了作者描述的特定時代的文化。閱讀這些名著可以領(lǐng)略著者流暢的文筆、逼真的描述、詳細的刻畫，讓讀者如同置身當時的歷史文化之中。為此，將這套精心編輯的“名著典藏”奉獻給廣大讀者。     我們找來了專門研究西方歷史、西方文化的專家學(xué)者；請教了專業(yè)的翻譯人員，精心挑選了這些可以代表西方文學(xué)的著作，并聽取了一些國外專門研究文學(xué)的朋友的建議，不刪節(jié)、不做任何人為改動，嚴格按照原著的風(fēng)格，提供原汁原味的西方名著，讓讀者能享受純正的英文名著。     隨著閱讀的展開，你會發(fā)現(xiàn)自己的英語水平無形中有了大幅提高，并且對西方歷史文化的了解也日益深入廣闊。

書籍目錄

VOLUME 1 - FANTINE  BOOK 1  A JUST MAN    Chapter 1 - M. Myriel    Chapter 2 - M. Myriel Becomes M. Welcome    Chapter 3 - A Hard Bishopric for a Good Bishop    Chapter 4 - Works Corresponding to Words    Chapter 5 - Monseigneur Bienvenu Made His Cassocks Last Too Long    Chapter 6 - Who Guarded His House for Him    Chapter 7 - Cravatte    Chapter 8 - Philosophy after Drinking    Chapter 9 - The Brother As Depicted by the Sister    Chapter 10 - The Bishop in the Presence of An Unknown Light    Chapter 11 - A Restriction    Chapter 12 - The Solitude of Monseigneur Welcome    Chapter 13 - What He Believed    Chapter 14 - What He Thought  BOOK 2 THE FALL    Chapter 1 -The Evening of a Day of Walking    Chapter 2 - Prudence Counselled to Wisdom    Chapter 3 - The Heroism of Passive Obedience    Chapter 4 - Details Conceming the Cheese-Dairies of Pontarlier.    Chapter 5 - Tranquillity    Chapter 6 - Jean Valjean    Chapter 7 - The Interior of Despair    Chapter 8 - Billows and Shadows    Chapter 9 - New Troubles    Chapter 10 - The Man Aroused    Chapter 11 - What He Does    Chapter 12 - The Bishop Works    Chapter 13 - Little Gervais  BOOK3  INTHEYEAR 1817    Chapter 1 - The Year 1817    Chapter 2 - A Double Quartette    Chapter 3 - Four and Four    Chapter 4 - Tholomyes Is So Merry That He Sings A Spanish Ditty    Chapter 5 - At B0mbarda's    Chapter 6 - Achapter in Which They Adore Each Other    Chapter 7 - The Wisdom of Tholomyes    Chapter 8 - The Death of a Horse    Chapter 9 - A Merry End to Mirth  BOOK 4 TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMESTO DELIVER INTO A PERSON'S POWER    Chapter 1 - One Mother Meets Another Mother    Chapter 2 - First Sketch of Two Unprepossessing Figures    Chapter 3 - The Lark  BOOK 5 THE DESCENT    Chapter 1 - The History of a Progress in Black Glass Trinkets    Chapter 2 - Madeleine    Chapter 3 - Sums Deposited with Laffitte    Chapter 4 - M. Madeleine in Mourning    Chapter 5 - Vague Flashes on the Horizon    Chapter 6 - Father Fauchelevent    Chapter 7 - Fauchelevent Becomes a Gardener in Paris    Chapter 8 - Madame Victurnien Expends Thirty Francs on Morality    Chapter 9 - Madame Victumien's Success    Chapter 10 - Result of the Success    Chapter 11 - Christus Nos Liberavit    Chapter 12 - M. Bamatabois's Inactivity    Chapter 13 - The Solution of Some Questions Connected with the Municipal Police……

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　　One day he saw some country people busily engaged in pulling up nettles， he　　examined the plants， which were uprooted and already dried， and said： "They are dead. Nevertheless， it would.be a good thing to know how to make use of them. When the nettle is young， the leaf makes an excellent vegetable; when it is older， it has filaments and fibres like hemp and flax. Nettle cloth is as good as linen cloth. Chopped up， nettles are good for poultry; pounded， they are good for horned cattle. The seed of the nettle， mixed with fodder， gives gloss to the hair of animals; the root， mixed with salt， produces a beautiful yellow coloring-matter. Moreover， it is an excellent hay， which can be cut twice. And what is required for the nettle? A little soil， no care， no culture. Only the seed falls as it is ripe， and it is difficult to collect it. That is all. With the exercise of a little care， the nettle could be made useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful， It is exterminated. How many men resemble the nettle!" He added， after a pause： "Remember this， my friends： there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators."　　The children loved him because he knew how to make charming little trifles of straw and cocoanuts.　　When he saw the door ofa church hung in black， he entered： he sought out funerals as other men seek christenings. Widowhood and the grief of others attracted him， because of his great gentleness; he mingled with the friends clad in mounung， with familiesd：ressed in black， with the priests groaning around a coffin. He seemed to like to give to his thoughts for text these funereal psalmodies filled with the vision of the other world.　　With his eyes fixed on heaven， he listened with a sort of aspiration towards all the　　mysteries of the infinite， those sad voices which sing on the verge of the obscure abyss of death.　　He performed a multitude of good actions， concealing his agency in them as a man conceals himself because of evil actions. He penetrated houses priyately， at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch on returning to his attic would find that his door had been opened， sometimes even forced， during his absence. The poor man made a clamor over it： some malefactor had been theref He entered， and the first thing he beheld was a piece of gold lying forgotten on some piece of funuture. The "malefactor" who had been there was Father Madeleine.　　He was affable and sad. The people said： "There is a rich man who has not a haughty air. There is a happy man who has not a contented air."　　Some people maintained that he was a mysterious person， and that no one ever entered his chamber， wluch was a regular anchorite's cell， fumished with winged hour-glasses and enlivened by cross-bones and skulls of dead men! This was much talked of， so that one of the elegant and malicious young women of M. sur M. came to him one day， and asked： "Monsieur le Maire， pray show us your chamber. It is said to be a grotto." He smiled， and introduced them instantly into this "grotto." They were well punished for their curiosity. The room was very simply furnished in mahogany， which was rather ugly，like all fumiture of that sort， and hung with paper worth twelve sous. They could see nothing remarkable about it， except two candlesticks of antique pattem which stood on the chimney-piece and appeared to be silver， "for they were hall-marked，" an observation full of the type ofwit ofpetty towns.Nevertheless， people continued to say that no one ever got into the room， and that it was a hermit's cave， a mysterious retreat， a hole， a tomb.　　VOLUME 1 BOOK 5 CHAPTER 4　　It was also whispered about that he had "immense" sums deposited with Laffitte， with this peculiar feature， that they were always at his immediate disposal， so that， it was added， M. Madeleine could make his appearance at Laffitte's any morning， sign a receipt， and carry off his two or three millions in ten minutes. In reality， "these two or three millions" were reducible， as we have said， to six hundred and thirty or forty thousand francs.　　CHAPTER 4　　M. MADELEINE IN MOURNING　　At the beginning of 1820 the newspapers announced the death of M. Myriel， Bishop of D-， sumamed "Monseigneur Bienvenu，" who had died in the odor of sanctity at the age of eighty-two. The Bishop of D- to supply here a detail which the papers omitted - had been blind for many years before his death， and content to be blind， as his sister was beside him.　　Let us remark by the way， that to be blind and to be loved， is， in fact， one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness upon this earth， where notlung is complete. To have continually at one's side a woman， a daughter， a sister， a charming being， who is there because you need her and because she cannot do without you; to know that we are indispensable to a person who is necessary to us; to be able to incessantly measure one's affection by the amount ofher presence which she bestows on us， and to say to ourselves， "Since she consecrates the whole of her time to me， it is because I possess the whole of her heart"; to behold her thought in lieu of her face; to be able to verify the fidelity of one being amid the eclipse of the world; to regard the rustle of a gown as the sound of wings; to hear her come and go， retire， speak， return， sing， and to think that one is the centre of these steps， of this speech; to manifest at each instant one's personal attraction; to feel one's self all the more powerful because of one's infirnuty; to become in one's obscurity， and through one's obscurity， the star around which this angel gravitates， - few felicities equal this. The supreme happiness oflife consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake - let us say rather， loved in spite of one's self; this conviction the blind man possesses. To be served in distress is to be caressed. Does he lack anytlung？ No. One does not lose the sight when one has love. And what love! A love wholly constituted of virtue! There is no blindness where there is certainty. Soul　　seeks soul， gropingly， and finds it. And this soul， found and tested， is a woman. A hand sustains you; it is hers： a mouth lightly touches your brow; it is her mouth： you hear a breath very near you; it is hers. To have everything of her， from her worship to her pity， never to be left， to have that sweet weakness aiding you， to lean upon that irnmovable reed， to touch Providence with one's hands， and to be able to take it in one's arms， - God made tangible， - what bliss! The heart， that obscure， celestial flower， undergoes a mysterious blossoming. One would not exchange that shadow for alf brightnessf The　　angel soul is there， uninterruptedly there; if she departs， it is but to retum again; she vanishes like a dream， and reappears like reality. One feels warmth approaching， and behold! she is there. One overflows with serenity， with gayety， with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are a thousand little cares. Nothings， which are enormous in that void. The most ineffable accents of the feminine voice employed to lull you， and supplying the vanished universe to you. One is caressed with the soul.　　……

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