关于伦敦的英文文章

十九世纪英国的国力蒸蒸日上，伦敦也成为当时全世界最繁华喧闹的城市。但在劳伦斯的笔下，我们看到的伦敦是乏味的、毫无生机的。下面小编为大家整理的关于伦敦的英文文章，希望对大家有用!

关于伦敦的英文文章

Of course, England is the easiest country in the world, easy, easy and nice. Everybody is nice, and everybody is easy.The English people on the whole are surely the nicest people in the world, and everybody makes everything so easy for everybody else, that there is almost nothing to resist at all.But this very easiness and this very niceness become at last a nightmare.It is as if the whole air were impregnated with chloroform or some other pervasive anaesthetic that makes everything easy and nice, and takes the edge off everything, whether nice or nasty.As you inhale the drug of easiness and niceness, your vitality begins to sink.Perhaps not your physical vitality, but something else:the vivid flame of your individual life.England can afford to be so free and individual because no individual flame of life is sharp and vivid.It is just mildly warm and safe.You couldn't burn your fingers at it.Nice, safe, easy:the whole ideal. And yet under all the easiness is a gnawing uneasiness, as in a drug-taker.

It used not to be so.Twenty years ago London was to me thrilling, thrilling, thrilling, the vast and roaring heart of all adventure.It was not only the heart of the world, it was the heart of the world's living adventure.How wonderful the Strand, the Bank, Charing Cross at night, Hyde Park in the morning!

True, I am now twenty years older.Yet I have not lost my sense of adventure.But now all the adventure seems to me crushed out of London.The traffic is too heavy! It used to be going somewhere, on an adventure.Now it only rolls massively and overwhelmingly, going nowhere, only dully and enormously going.There is no adventure at the end of the buses'journey.The bus lapses into an inertia of dullness, then dully starts again.The traffic of London used to roar with the mystery of man's adventure on the seas of life, like a vast sea-shell, murmuring a thrilling, half-comprehensible story.Now it booms like monotonous, far-off guns, in a monotony of crushing something, crushing the earth, crushing out life, crushing everything dead.

And what does one do, in London? I, not having a job to attend to, lounge round and gaze in bleak wonder on the ceaseless dullness.Or I have luncheons and dinners with friends and talk.Now my deepest private dread of London is my dread of this talk.I spent most of my days abroad, saying little, or with a bit of chatter and a silence again.But in London I feel like a spider whose thread has been caught by somebody, and is being drawn out of him, so he must spin, spin, and all to no purpose.He is not even spinning his own web, for his own reasons.

So it is in London, at luncheon, dinner, or tea.I don't want to talk.I don't mean to talk.Yet the talk is drawn out of me, endlessly.And the others talk, endlessly also.It is ceaseless, it is intoxicating, it is the only real occupation of us who do not jazz.And it is purely futile.It is quite as bad as ever the Russians were:talk for talk's sake, without the very faintest intention of a result in action.Utter inaction and storms of talk.That again is London to me.And the sense of abject futility in it all only deepens the sense of abject dullness, so all there is to do is to go away.

沉闷的伦敦

大卫·H.劳伦斯

当然，英国是世上最从容的国度，从容而和蔼。每个人都很和蔼，每个人都很从容。总体来说，英国人可算是世上最和蔼的人，事事处处替别人提供方便，简直无可挑剔。但恰恰是这种从容，这种和蔼，最终酿成噩梦。似乎整个空气中弥漫着氯仿或其他无孔不入的麻醉剂，从而使得一切都变得从容和蔼，从而使得一切事物(无论好坏)失去了棱角。当你吸入“从容和蔼牌”毒品，你的活力开始慢慢衰退。或许衰退的不是肌体活力，而是别的活力——你那鲜活的个体生命之火。英格兰允许其国民自由自在、各自为政，因为这里缺乏鲜活敏锐的个体生命之火。这里个体生命之火温和而安全。你的手指放在上面也不会灼痛。温和而安全，这就是比较高目标。然而，整体的从容之下隐藏着撕心裂肝的不安，正如吸毒者的症状。

但这以前并非如此。二十年前的伦敦对我来说充满了刺激和兴奋，这是巨大而喧闹的冒险中心。这里不仅是世界的中心，而且是全世界活力四射的冒险家乐园。斯特兰德大道，英格兰银行，查林十字街的夜色，海德公园的晨曦，多么让人心驰神往啊!

的确，现在我的年龄增长了二十岁，然而我未曾失去冒险精神，但现在似乎所有的冒险活动都已经被挤出了伦敦。交通实在拥挤不堪!过去的车流驶向冒险之地。而如今的滚滚车流势不可当却茫无目标，只是麻木而喧腾地行驶着。公交车的终点不是冒险之地，它们无精打采地慢慢减速直至停止，然后无精打采地开动起来。过去的伦敦城车马鼎沸，充满着大千世界中神秘的冒险传闻，犹如一只巨大的海贝，低声叙述着一个令人振奋而让人似懂非懂的故事。如今的伦敦繁荣发达了，犹如枪炮，发出单调的隆隆巨响，在巨响声中碾碎物件，碾碎地球，碾碎生活，碾死一切。

一个人在伦敦能干些什么呢?我，一个无业游民，四处闲荡，用阴郁困惑的眼神凝视着这无尽的乏味。而除此之外，我所干的就只是与朋友吃中饭，吃晚餐，聊天。这些日子，我个人对伦敦深感害怕，原因就在于这些聊天。我常年住在海外，很少说话，虽然偶尔也会聊上几句，但是马上又会恢复沉默。但在伦敦，我感觉自己像只蜘蛛，这只蜘蛛的丝被人攫住了，不断地从体内被抽出来，所以只好拼命地吐丝，吐丝，吐丝，毫无目的地吐丝。我甚至不能按照自己的意愿来编织自己的网。

在伦敦吃午饭、晚饭或者喝茶时的情形就是如此。我不想说话，更不想没话找话，但却被人逼着说话，没完没了。别人也没完没了地说个不停。真是无休无止，人犹如被麻醉了一般，对我们这些不跳爵士舞的人来说，这是唯一可干的正事。真是毫无意义!正如当初俄罗斯人所具有的劣根性：为了说话而说话，丝毫不想产生实际的效果。说起来滔滔不绝，却毫无实际行动。在伦敦，此类情形在我身上再现了。可怜的徒劳感只能加深可怜的乏味感，所以我所能做的全部就是离开这里。