专八复习爱默生《论友谊》中英对照(阅读、写作、翻译经典模板)

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I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When

they

are

real,

they

are

not

glass

threads

or

frostwork,

but

the

solidest

thing

we

know. For now, after so many ages of experience, what do we know of nature, or

of ourselves? Not one step has man taken toward the solution of the problem of

his destiny. In one condemnation of folly stand the whole universe of men. But

the

sweet

sincerity

of

joy

and

peace,

which

I

draw

from

this

alliance

with

my

brother’s soul, is the nut itself, whe

reof all nature and all thought is but the husk

and shell. Happy is the house that shelters a friend! It might well be built, like a

festal

bower

or

arch,

to

entertain

him

a

single

day.

Happier,

if

he

know

the

solemnity of that relation, and honor its law! He who offers himself a candidate

for

that

covenant

comes

up,

like

an

Olympian,

to

the

great

games,

where

the

first- born

of

the

world

are

the

competitors.

He

proposes

himself

for

contests

where Time, Want, Danger, are in the lists, and he alone is victor

who has truth

enough

in

his

constitution

to

preserve

the

delicacy

of

his

beauty

from

the

wear

and

tear

of

all

these.

The

gifts

of

fortune

may

be

present

or

absent,

but

all

the

speed in that contest depends on intrinsic nobleness, and the contempt of trifles.

There

are

two

elements

that

go

to

the

composition

of

friendship,

each

so

sovereign that I can detect no superiority in either, no reason why either should be

first

named.

One

is

Truth.

A

friend

is

a

person

with

whom

I

may

be

sincere.

Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real

and

equal,

that

I

may

drop

even

those

undermost

garments

of

dissimulation,

courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him

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with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.

Sincerity

is

the

luxury

allowed,

like

diadems

and

authority,

only

to

the

highest

rank,

that

being

permitted

to

speak

truth,

as

having

none

above

it

to

court

or

conform

unto.

Every

man

alone

is

sincere.

At

the

entrance

of

a

second

person,

hypocrisy

begins.

We

parry

and

fend

the

approach

of

our

fellow-man

by

compliments,

by

gossip,

by

amusements,

by

affairs.

We

cover

up

our

thought

from

him

under

a

hundred

folds.

I

knew

a

man,

who,

under

a

certain

religious

frenzy,

cast

off

this

drapery,

and,

omitting

all

compliment

and

commonplace,

spoke

to

the

conscience

of

every

person

he

encountered,

and

that

with

great

insight and beauty. At first he was resisted, and all men agreed he was mad. But

persisting,

as

indeed

he

could

not

help

doing,

for

some

time

in

this

course,

he

attained

to

the

advantage

of

bringing

every

man

of

his

acquaintance

into

true

relations

with

him.

No

man

would

think

of

speaking

falsely

with

him,

or

of

putting him off with any

chat of markets or reading-rooms. But every man was

constrained by so much sincerity to the like plaindealing, and what love of nature,

what poetry, what symbol of truth he had, he did certainly show him. But to most

of us society shows not its face and eye, but its side and its back. To stand in true

relations with men in a false age is worth a fit of insanity, is it not? We can seldom

go

erect.

Almost

every

man

we

meet

requires

some

civility,--requires

to

be

humored; he has some fame, some talent, some whim of religion or philanthropy

in

his

head

that

is

not

to

be

questioned,

and

which

spoils

all

conversation with

him.

But

a

friend

is

a

sane

man

who

exercises

not

my

ingenuity,

but

me.

My

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