the world i live in-海倫·凱勒自傳(英文版)

第1部分 (第6/7頁)

I　have　something　to　do

that　must　not　be　set　aside；　I　feel　as　if　I　were　going　forward　in　a

straight　line；　bound　to　arrive　somewhere；　or　go　on　forever　without

swerving　to　the　right　or　to　the　left。

That　is　what　it　means。　To　escape　this　moralizing　you　should　ask；　〃How

does　the　straight　line　feel？〃　It　feels；　as　I　suppose　it　looks；

straight……a　dull　thought　drawn　out　endlessly。　Eloquence　to　the　touch

resides　not　in　straight　lines；　but　in　unstraight　lines；　or　in　many

curved　and　straight　lines　together。　They　appear　and　disappear；　are　now

deep；　now　shallow；　now　broken　off　or　lengthened　or　swelling。　They　rise

and　sink　beneath　my　fingers；　they　are　full　of　sudden　starts　and　pauses；

and　their　variety　is　inexhaustible　and　wonderful。　So　you　see　I　am　not

shut　out　from　the　region　of　the　beautiful；　though　my　hand　cannot

perceive　the　brilliant　colours　in　the　sunset　or　on　the　mountain；　or

reach　into　the　blue　depths　of　the　sky。

Physics　tells　me　that　I　am　well　off　in　a　world　which；　I　am　told；　knows

neither　cold　nor　sound；　but　is　made　in　terms　of　size；　shape；　and

inherent　qualities；　for　at　least　every　object　appears　to　my　fingers

standing　solidly　right　side　up；　and　is　not　an　inverted　image　on　the

retina　which；　I　understand；　your　brain　is　at　infinite　though　unconscious

labour　to　set　back　on　its　feet。　A　tangible　object　passes　plete　into

my　brain　with　the　warmth　of　life　upon　it；　and　occupies　the　same　place

that　it　does　in　space；　for；　without　egotism；　the　mind　is　as　large　as　the

universe。　When　I　think　of　hills；　I　think　of　the　upward　strength　I　tread

upon。　When　water　is　the　object　of　my　thought；　I　feel　the　cool　shock　of

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