（外文电子版资料）Wolfe, Gene - The death of Dr. Island.pdfVIP

file:///F|/rah/Gene%20Wolfe/Wolfe%20Death%20of%20Dr%20Island.txt VERSION 1.0 dtd 032800 GENE WOLFE The Death of Doctor Island In my picture of the world there is a vast outer realm and an equally vast inner realm; between these two stands man, facing now one and now the other . . . . C. G. Jung said that, and he might have been describing Gene Wolfe, who seems frighteningly familiar with both realms. In this story he will take you by the hand and lead you from one to the other with such disarm- ing ease you may never know when the transition oc- curred. A true Jungian story told in Freudian terms, an exploration into the inner realm, that is what The Death of Doctor Island is. And if you recognize your self as a player, or an aspect of one of the players in that inner realm, dont be surprised. Nothing is accidental. I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail And a few lilies blow. And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea. -Gerard Manley Hopkins A grain of sand, teetering on the brink of the pit, trembled and fell in; the ant lion at the bottom angrily flung it out again. For a moment there was quiet. Then the entire pit, and a square meter of sand around it, shifted drunkenly while two coconut palms bent to watch. The sand rose, pivoting at one edge, and the scarred head of a boy appeared-a stubble of brown hair threatened to erase the marks of the sutures; with dilated eyes hypnotically dark he paused, his neck just where the ant lions had been; then, as though goaded from below, he vaulted up and onto the beach, turned, and kicked sand into the dark hatchway from which he had emerged. It slammed shut. The boy was about fourteen. For a time he squatted, pushing the sand aside and trying to find the door. A few centimeters down, his hands met a gritty, solid material which, though ne