远大前程(牛津书虫中英文双版本)

简介总是希望和周围的朋友攀比，这是人类的一大弱点。如果他们有钱，我们也希望有钱。如果他们很穷，那么我们也不在乎同样受穷。我们不会因为自己的愚蠢而羞愧，我们只会因为比周围的朋友更蠢才感到羞愧。这就是“人比人”的问题。其实这里还有“往前看”的问题。我们无所谓错过什么，假如从未期待拥有。我们也不会因为贫穷而失望，既然我们不曾指望富有。匹普又穷又没受过什么教育，但好在他的朋友们也都一样。对他们来说，这并没有什么；这就是生活的本来面目。然而，一旦匹普得知他有“远大前程”，他开始不再安分了。他羞于与自己的伙伴们为伍，他甚至还自惭形秽。他的“前程”显然有摧毁他的生活的“危险”。查尔斯·狄更斯（1812—1870）是英国最伟大的小说家之一。尽管出生清贫（他父亲因负债而入狱），他却在有生之年获得盛名而且富有。人物介绍Pip匹普又名Handel汉德尔；教名菲利普AbelMagwitch，aconvict阿伯尔·马格韦契，一名罪犯MrsJoeGargery，Joe'swifeandPip'ssister乔·葛吉瑞夫人，乔的妻子，匹普的姐姐JoeGargery，thevillageblacksmith乔·葛吉瑞，乡村铁匠Compeyson，aconvict康培生，一名罪犯MrPumblechook，Joe'suncle潘波趣先生，乔的舅舅MrWopsle，churchclerk伍甫赛先生，教堂里的办事员Biddy，MrWopsle'syoungcousin毕蒂，伍甫赛先生的表妹MissHavisham郝薇香小姐Estella，adoptedbyMissHavisham艾丝黛拉，被郝薇香小姐收养HerbertPocket赫伯特·朴凯特MatthewPocket，Herbert'sfather马修·朴凯特，赫伯特的父亲Orlick奥立克MrJaggers，aLondonlawyer贾格斯先生，一名伦敦律师MrWemmick，MrJaggers’clerk文米克先生，贾格斯先生的雇员BentleyDrummle本特利·朱穆尔Startop史达多蒲MissSkiffins，engagedtoWemmick斯基芬小姐，已与文米克先生有婚约Theagedparent，ortheAged，Wemmick'sfather年老的父亲，或老年人，文米克的父亲1PipmeetsastrangerMyfirstnamewasPhilip，butwhenIwasasmallchildIcouldonlymanagetosayPip．SoPipwaswhatevery-bodycalledme．IlivedinasmallvillageinEssexwithmysister，whowasovertwentyyearsolderthanme，andmarriedtoJoeGargery，thevillageblacksmith．MyparentshaddiedwhenIwasababy，soIcouldnotrememberthematall，butquiteoftenIusedtovisitthechurchyard，abutamilefromthevillage，tolookattheirnamesontheirgravestones．Myfirstmemoryisofsittingonagravestoneinthatchurch-yardonecold，grey，Decemberafternoon，lookingoutatthedark，flat，wildmarshesdividedbytheblacklineoftheRiverThames，andlisteningtotherushingsoundoftheseainthedistance．‘Don'tsayaword！’criedaterriblevoice，asamanjumpedupfromamongthegravesandcaughtholdofme．‘IfyoushoutI'llcutyourthroat！’Hewasabigman，dressedallingrey，withanironchainonhisleg．Hisclotheswerewetandtorn．Helookedexhausted，andhungry，andveryfierce．Ihadneverbeensofrightenedinmywholelife．‘Oh！Don'tcutmythroat，sir！’Ibeggedinterror．‘Tellmeyourname，boy！Quick！’hesaid，stillholdingme．‘Andshowmewhereyoulive！’‘Myname'sPip，sir．AndIliveinthevillageoverthere．’Hepickedmeupandturnedmeupside-down．Nothingfelloutofmypocketexceptapieceofoldbread．Heateitintwobites，likeadog，andputmebackonthegravestone．‘Sowhereareyourfatherandmother？’heasked．‘There，sir，’Ianswered，pointingtotheirgraves．‘What！’hecried，andwasabouttorun，whenhesawwhereIwaspointing．‘Oh！’hesaid．‘Isee．They'redead．Well，whodoyoulivewith，ifIletyoulive，whichIhaven'tdecidedyet？’‘Withmysister，sir，wifeofJoeGargery，theblacksmith．’Blacksmith，yousay？Andhelookeddownathisleg．Thenheheldmebybotharmsandstaredfiercelydownintomyeyes．‘Nowlookhere．Youbringmeafile．Youknowwhatthatis？Andyoubringmesomefood．Ifyoudon't，orifyoutellanyoneaboutme，I'llcutyourheartout．’‘IpromiseI'lldoit，sir，’Ianswered．Iwasbadlyfrightenedandmywholebodywastrembling.‘Yousee，’hecontinued，smilingunpleasantly，‘Itravelwithayoungman，afriendofmine，whoroastsboys’heartsandeatsthem．He'llfindyou，whereveryouare，andhe'llhaveyourheart．Sobringthefileandthefoodtothatwoodenshelteroverthere，earlytomorrowmorning，ifyouwanttokeepyourheart，thatisRemember，youpromised！’Iwatchedhimturnandwalkwithdifficultyacrossthemarshes，thechainhangingclumsilyaroundhisleg．ThenIranhomeasfastasIcould．Mysister，MrsJoeGargery，wasveryproudofthefactthatshehadbroughtmeup‘byhand’．Nobodyexplainedtomewhatthismeant，andbecauseshehadahardandheavyhand，whichsheusedfreelyonherhusbandaswellasme，IsupposedthatJoeandIwerebothbroughtupbyhand．Shewasnotabeautifulwoman，beingtallandthin，withblackhairandeyesandaveryredface．SheclearlyfeltthatJoeandIcausedheralotoftrouble，andshefrequentlycomplainedaboutit．Joe，ontheotherhand，wasagentle，kindmanwithfairhairandweakblueeyes，whoquietlyacceptedherscolding．BecauseJoeandIwereinthesamepositionofbeingscoldedbyMrsJoe，weweregoodfriends，andJoeprotectedmefromherangerwheneverhecould．SowhenIranbreathlessintothekitchen，hegavemeafriendlywarning．‘She'soutlook-ingforyou，Pip！Andshe'sgotthestickwithher！’Thisstickhadbeenusedsooftenforbeatingmethatitwasnowquitesmooth．JustthenMrsJoerushedin．‘Wherehaveyoubeen，youyoungmonkey？'sheshouted．IjumpedbehindJoetoavoidbeinghitwiththestick．‘Onlytothechurchyard，’Iwhispered，startingtocry．‘Churchyard！IfIhadn'tbroughtyouup，you'dbeinthechurchyardwithourparents．You'llsendmetothechurch-yardoneday！Nowletmegetyoursupperready，bothofyou！’Fortherestoftheevening，Ithoughtofnothingbutthestrangeronthemarshes．Sometimes，asthewindblewroundthehouse，IimaginedIheardhisvoiceoutside，andIthoughtwithhorroroftheyoungmanwhoateboys’hearts．JustbeforeIwenttobed，weheardthesoundofabiggunonthemarshes．‘Wasthatagun，Joe？’Iasked．‘Ah！'saidJoe．‘Anotherconvict'sescaped．Onegotawaylastnight．Theyalwaysfirethegunwhenoneescapes．’‘Whofiresthegun？’Iasked．Joeshookhisheadtowarnme．‘Toomanyquestions，’frownedmysister．‘Ifyoumustknowit'sthemenintheprison-shipswhofirethegun．’‘Iwonderwhoisputintoprison-ships，andwhy？’Iasked，inageneralway，quietlydesperatetoknowtheanswer．ThiswastoomuchforMrsJoe．‘Listen，myboy，Ididn'tbringyouupbyhandtoannoypeopletodeath！Thereareshipsontheriverwhichareusedasprisons．Peoplewhostealandmurderareputintheprison-ships，andt