《茶花女》章节试读

《茶花女》的笔记-第30页 - chapter4 - 27

Sorrow sharpens the sensation.
To take captive a heart which has had no experience of attack, is to enter an unfortified and ungarrisoned city.
See how young girls are watched and guarded!
The walls of convents are not high enough,
mothers have no locks strong enough,
religion has no duties constant enough, to shut these charming birds in their cages.
To be loved by a courtesan, that is a victory of infinitely greater difficulty.
With them the body has worn out the soul, the senses have burnt up the heart, dissipation has blunted the feelings.
Goodbye, my dear Marguerite.
I am not rich enough to love you as I would, nor poor enough to love you as you would.
We stand first in their self-esteem, last in esteem.

《茶花女》的笔记-第20页 - chapter 3

The child is small, and he includes the man;
the brain is narrow, and it harbours thoughts;
the eye is but a point, and it covers leagues.
You pity the blind man who has never seen the daylight, the deaf who has never heard the harmonies of nature, the dumb who has never found a voice for his soul, and , under a false cloak of shame, you will not pity the blindness of heart, the deafness of soul, this dumbness of conscience, which sets the poor afflicted creature beside herself and makes her, in spite of herself, incapable of seeing what is good of bearing the lord, of speaking the pure language of love and faith.