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渔夫和他的灵魂TheFishermanandhisSoul

TheFishermanandhisSoul

ByOscarWilde

EVERYeveningtheyoungFishermanwentoutuponthesea,andthrew

hisnetsintothe

water

Whenthewindblewfromthelandhecaughtnothing,orbutlittleat

best,foritwasa

bitterandblack-wingedwind,androughwavesroseuptomeetit.But

whenthewindblewto

theshore,thefishcameinfromthedeep,andswamintothemeshes

ofhisnets,andhetook

themtothemarket-placeandsoldthem

Everyeveninghewentoutuponthesea,andoneeveningthenetwas

soheavythat

hardlycouldhedrawitintotheboat.Andhelaughed,andsaidto

himself`SurelyIhave

caughtallthefishthatswim,orsnaredsomedullmonsterthatwill

beamarveltomen,or

somethingofhorrorthatthegreatQueenwilldesire,andputting

forthallhisstrength,he

tuggedatthecoarseropestill,likelinesofblueenamelrounda

vaseofbronze,thelongveins

roseuponhisarms.Hetuggedatthethinropes,andnearerandnearer

camethecircleofflat

corks,andthenetroseatlasttothetopofthewater

Butnofishatallwasinit,noranymonsterorthingofhorror,but

onlyalittleMermaid

lyingfastasleep

Herhairwasasawetfleeceofgold,andeachseparatehairasathread

oflinegoldina

cupofglass.Herbodywasaswhiteivory,andhertailwasofsilver

andpearl.Silverandpearl

washertail,andthegreenweedsoftheseacoiledroundit;andlike

sea-shellswereherears,

andherlipswerelikesea-coral.Thecoldwavesdashedoverhercold

breasts,andthesalt

glisteneduponhereyelids

SobeautifulwasshethatwhentheyoungFishermansawhe