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英文原版资源/comm/steen/cogweb/Abstracts/Wilde_1889.html March 22, 2009. Oscar Wilde: THE DECAY OF LYING New York: Brentano, 1905 [1889] A DIALOGUE. Persons: Cyril and Vivian. Scene: the library of a country house in Nottinghamshire. CYRIL (coming in through the open window from the terrace). My dear Vivian, dont coop yourself up all day in the library. It is a perfectly lovely afternoon. The air is exquisite. There is a mist upon the woods like the purple bloom upon a plum. Let us go and lie on the grass, and smoke cigarettes, and enjoy Nature. VIVIAN. Enjoy Nature! I am glad to say that I have entirely lost that faculty. People tell us that Art makes us love Nature more than we loved her before; that it reveals her secrets to us; and that after a careful study of Corot and Constable we see things in her that had escaped our observation. My own experience is that the more we study Art, the less we care for Mature. What Art really reveals to us is Natures lack of design, her curious crudities, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition. Nature has good intentions, of course, but, as Aristotle once said, she cannot carry them out. When I look at a landscape I cannot help seeing all its defects. It is fortunate for us, however, that Nature is so imperfect, as otherwise we should have had no art at all. Art is our spirited protest, our gallant attempt to teach Nature her proper place. As for the infinite variety of Nature, that is a pure myth. It is not to be found in Nature herself. It resides in the imagination, or fancy, or cultivated blindness of the man who looks at her. CYRIL. Well, you need not look at the landscape. You can lie on the grass and smoke and talk. VIVIAN. But Nature is so uncomfortable. Grass is hard and dumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects. Why, even Morris poorest workman could make you a more comfortable seat than the whole of Nature can. Nature pales before the furniture of the street which from Oxford has bor