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★“20世紀*富感召力作傢”之一海倫?凱勒的代錶作。
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內容簡介
海倫·凱勒的散文代錶作《假如給我三天光明》,她從一個失去光明者的視角,告誡所有身體健全的人們應珍惜生命,珍惜造物主賜予的一切。本書收錄瞭凱勒著名的演講《假如給我三天光明》,同時全文翻譯瞭《我的故事》以及《我的世界》。
作者簡介
海倫·凱勒,19世紀美國盲聾女作傢、教育傢、慈善傢、社會活動傢。她一生完成瞭一係列傳世之作,並緻力於為殘疾人造福,建立慈善機構,被美國《時代周刊》評為美國十大英雄偶像,榮獲總統自由勛章等奬項。譯者:袁敏琴,中國人民公安大學研究生畢業,北京政法職業學院副教授,北京市青年骨乾教師,長期從事一綫教學工作。齣版作品有《西方警務實踐》《安全保衛人力防範》《超級記憶力訓練》《海倫凱勒的教育》《高效時間運籌術》《感悟人生的108個經典寓言》。
目錄
THE STORY OF MY LIFE
第一篇 我生活的故事
CHAPTER I / 第1章 早期的光明 2
CHAPTER II / 第2章 童年的記憶 10
CHAPTER III / 第3章 尋找希望 21
CHAPTER IV / 第4章 重塑生命 28
CHAPTER V / 第5章 認識大自然 34
CHAPTER VI / 第6章 領悟“愛”的真諦 39
CHAPTER VII / 第7章 沐浴知識的陽光 45
CHAPTER VIII / 第8章 歡樂的聖誕節 56
CHAPTER IX / 第9章 波士頓之旅 59
CHAPTER X / 第10章 和大海親密接觸 64
CHAPTER XI / 第11章 山間鞦季 68
CHAPTER XII / 第12章 潔白的冰雪世界 75
CHAPTER XIII / 第13章 我要說話 79
CHAPTER XIV / 第14章 《霜王》事件 85
CHAPTER XV / 第15章 世界博覽會 99
CHAPTER XVI / 第16章 學習拉丁文 105
CHAPTER XVII / 第17章 客居紐約的學習生活 108
CHAPTER XVIII / 第18章 劍橋女子中學 112
CHAPTER XIX / 第19章 衝齣睏境 120
CHAPTER XX / 第20章 實現大學的夢想 127
CHAPTER XXI / 第21章 愛書如命 138
CHAPTER XXII / 第22章 享受多彩的生活 156
CHAPTER XXIII / 第23章 永遠的朋友 174
THREE DAYS TO SEE
第二篇 假如給我三天光明
Spend Your Days / 珍惜每一天 190
The First Day / 第一天 196
The Second Day / 第二天 201
The Third Day / 第三天 207
《大美百科全書 海倫?凱勒傳》 213
精彩書摘
I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama.
The family on my father’s side is descended from Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland. One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education- rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his.
My grandfather, Caspar Keller’s son, “entered”large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled there. I have been told that once a year he went from Tuscumbia to Philadelphia on horseback to purchase supplies for the plantation, and my aunt has in her possession many of the letters to his family, which give charming and vivid accounts of these trips.
My Grandmother Keller was a daughter of one of Lafayette’s aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaughter of Alexander Spotswood, an early Colonial Governor of Virginia. She was also second cousin to Robert E. Lee.
My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger. Her grandfather, Benjamin Adams, married Susanna E. Goodhue, and lived in Newbury, Massachusetts, for many years. Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas. When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general. He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everett as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale. After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee.
I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept. It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion. Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it. It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles. From the garden it looked like an arbour. The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax. It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.
The Keller homestead, where the family lived, was a few steps from our little rose-bower. It was called “Ivy Green” because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy. Its old-fashioned garden was the paradise of my childhood.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell, would find the first violets and lilies. There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
What joy it was to lose myself in that garden of flowers, to wander happily from spot to spot, until, coming suddenly upon a beautiful vine, I recognized it by its leaves and blossoms, and knew it was the vine which covered the tumble-down summer-house at the farther end of the garden! Here, also, were trailing clematis, drooping jessamine, and some rare sweet flowers called butterfly lilies, because their fragile petals resemble butterflies’ wings. But the roses-they were loveliest of all. Never have I found in the greenhouses of the North such heart-satisfying roses as the climbing roses of my southern home. They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God’s garden.
The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life. I came, I saw, I conquered, as the first baby in the family always does. There was the usual amount of discussion as to a name for me. The first baby in the family was not to be lightly named, every one was emphatic about that. My father suggested the name of Mildred Campbell, an ancestor whom he highly esteemed, and he declined to take any further part in the discussion. My mother solved the problem by giving it as her wish that I should be called after her mother, whose maiden name was Helen Everett.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part. When the minister asked him for it, he just remembered that it had been decided to call me after my grandmother, and he gave her name as Helen Adams.
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前言/序言
Preface
IT is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child’s experiences in her own fantasy. A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but “the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest. ” Besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches only the episodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important.
Helen Keller
序 言
當我提起筆來,記下從齣生到現在的生命曆程,真覺得惶恐不安。童年往事猶如籠罩在霧一般輕柔的薄幕下,現在要把它掀開,的確讓我疑慮重重。寫自傳本身是件很難的事,更何況童年早已久遠,我已經無法分清楚哪些是事實,哪些隻是我的幻覺想象。不過,在我的大腦記憶中,有些事情仍然鮮明生動地閃現齣來,雖然某些畫麵隻是片斷的、零碎的,但對於我的人生卻有或多或少的影響。為瞭避免冗長乏味,我將節選一些最有趣和最有價值的情節,來講述我生活的故事。
——海倫?凱勒
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