The Age of Innocence[純真年代] [平裝] epub pdf mobi txt 電子書 下載 2025

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The winner of the 1921 Pulitzer Prize, Wharton's acclaimed novel is the story of a passion threatened by convention and played out against a backdrop or New York City's upper class, unimaginable wealth, and unavoidable tragedy. Revised reissue.

《純真時代》是伊迪絲·華頓的傑齣代錶作品。華頓把愛倫--全書的靈魂人物的性格的各個側麵都描寫的栩栩如生。她的溫柔、善良、勇敢、真實，尤其是她展現齣來的犧牲精神更是伴隨著故事的發展而升華。

內容簡介

The 1920s novel of a passion threatened by convention and played outagainst a backdrop of New York City-s upper class, unimaginable wealth,and unavoidable tragedy.

《純真年代》講述透過老紐約社會培養齣的最優秀的青年———紐蘭，通過他保守的思想和雙眼，奧蘭斯卡伯爵夫人的形象就是一個極為風情、大膽的女子，有些輕浮、有些散漫，看起來和老紐約社會上的
貴族是那樣的不同，在他看來這樣的女人也不可能具有什麼高貴的品質。但是隨著故事的展開，奧蘭斯卡伯爵夫人的許多優秀的品質被顯現齣來，尤其是她的人道主義的犧牲精神展現得尤為突齣。

作者簡介

Edith Wharton:One of America's most important novelists, Edith Wharton was a refined, relentless chronicler of the Gilded Age and its social mores. Along with close friend Henry James, she helped define literature at the turn of the 20th century, even as she wrote classic nonfiction on travel, decorating and her own life.

伊迪絲·華頓（Edith Wharton, 1862年1月24日－1937年8月11日），是19 世紀末女性現實主義作傢的代錶，她的一生推齣瞭近十餘部作品，包括中、長篇小說、詩歌、傳記和文學批評等不同體裁。由於她生活的局限性，她的小說一般都是以一種極其細膩的手法描寫著貴族生活，所以也被人稱為溫和現實主義作傢。美國女作傢，作品有《高尚的嗜好》、《純真年代》、《四月裏的陣雨》、《馬恩河》、《戰地英雄》等書。

精彩書評

"One of the best novels of the 20th century."
--NY Times Book Review

"The winner of the 1921 Pulitzer Prize, Wharton's acclaimed novel is the story of a passion threatened by convention and played out against a backdrop or New York City's upper class, unimaginable wealth, and unavoidable tragedy."
-- Revised reissue.

精彩書摘

ON A January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in "Faust" at the Academy of Music in New York.

Though there was already talk of the erection, in remote metropolitan distances "above the Forties," of a new Opera House which should compete in costliness and splendour with those of the great European capitals, the world of fashion was still content to reassemble every winter in the shabby red and gold boxes of the sociable old Academy. Conservatives cherished it for being small and inconvenient, and thus keeping out the "new people" whom New York was beginning to dread and yet be drawn to; and the sentimental clung to it for its historic associations, and the musical for its excellent acoustics, always so problematic a quality in halls built for the hearing of music.

It was Madame Nilsson's first appearance that winter, and what the daily press had already learned to describe as "an exceptionally brilliant audience" had gathered to hear her, transported through the slippery, snowy streets in private broughams, in the spacious family landau, or in the humbler but more convenient "Brown coupé." To come to the Opera in a Brown coupe was almost as honourable a way of arriving as in one's own carriage; and departure by the same means had the immense advantage of enabling one (with a playful allusion to democratic principles) to scramble into the first Brown conveyance in the line, instead of waiting till the cold-and-gin congested nose of one's own coachman gleamed under the portico of the Academy. It was one of the great livery-stableman's most masterly intuitions to have discovered that Americans want to get away from amusement even more quickly than they want to get to it.

When Newland Archer opened the door at the back of the club box the curtain had just gone up on the garden scene. There was no reason why the young man should not have come earlier, for he had dined at seven, alone with his mother and sister, and had lingered afterward over a cigar in the Gothic library with glazed black-walnut bookcases and finial-topped chairs which was the only room in the house where Mrs. Archer allowed smoking. But, in the first place, New York was a metropolis, and perfectly aware that in metropolises it was "not the thing" to arrive early at the opera; and what was or was not "the thing" played a part as important in Newland Archer's New York as the inscrutable totem terrors that had ruled the destinies of his forefathers thousands of years ago.

The second reason for his delay was a personal one. He had dawdled over his cigar because he was at heart a dilettante, and thinking over a pleasure to come often gave him a subtler satisfaction than its realisation. This was especially the case when the pleasure was a delicate one, as his pleasures mostly were; and on this occasion the moment he looked forward to was so rare and exquisite in quality that—well, if he had timed his arrival in accord with the prima donna's stage-manager he could not have entered the Academy at a more significant moment than just as she was singing: "He loves me—he loves me not—he loves me!—" and sprinkling the falling daisy petals with notes as clear as dew.

She sang, of course, "M'ama!" and not "he loves me," since an unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences. This seemed as natural to Newland Archer as all the other conventions on which his life was moulded: such as the duty of using two silver-backed brushes with his monogram in blue enamel to part his hair, and of never appearing in society without a flower (preferably a gardenia) in his buttonhole.

"M'ama . . . non m'ama . . ." the prima donna sang, and "M'ama!" with a final burst of love triumphant, as she pressed the dishevelled daisy to her lips and lifted her large eyes to the sophisticated countenance of the little brown Faust-Capoul, who was vainly trying, in a tight purple velvet doublet and plumed cap, to look as pure and true as his artless victim.

Newland Archer, leaning against the wall at the back of the club box, turned his eyes from the stage and scanned the opposite side of the house. Directly facing him was the box of old Mrs. Manson Mingott, whose monstrous obesity had long since made it impossible for her to attend the Opera, but who was always represented on fashionable nights by some of the younger members of the family. On this occasion, the front of the box was filled by her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lovell Mingott, and her daughter, Mrs. Welland; and slightly withdrawn behind these brocaded matrons sat a young girl in white with eyes ecstatically fixed on the stage lovers. As Madame Nilsson's "M'ama!" thrilled out above the silent house (the boxes always stopped talking during the Daisy Song) a warm pink mounted to the girl's cheek, mantled her brow to the roots of her fair braids, and suffused the young slope of her breast to the line where it met a modest tulle tucker fastened with a single gardenia. She dropped her eyes to the immense bouquet of lilies-of-the-valley on her knee, and Newland Archer saw her white-gloved finger-tips touch the flowers softly. He drew a breath of satisfied vanity and his eyes returned to the stage.

No expense had been spared on the setting, which was acknowledged to be very beautiful even by people who shared his acquaintance with the Opera Houses of Paris and Vienna. The foreground, to the footlights, was covered with emerald green cloth. In the middle distance symmetrical mounds of woolly green moss bounded by croquet hoops formed the base of shrubs shaped like orange-trees but studded with large pink and red roses. Gigantic pansies, considerably larger than the roses, and closely resembling the floral pen-wipers made by female parishioners for fashionable clergymen, sprang from the moss beneath the rose-trees; and here and there a daisy grafted on a rose-branch flowered with a luxuriance prophetic of Mr. Luther Burbank's far-off prodigies.

In the centre of this enchanted garden Madame Nilsson, in white cashmere slashed with pale blue satin, a reticule dangling from a blue girdle, and large yellow braids carefully disposed on each side of her muslin chemisette, listened with downcast eyes to M. Capoul's impassioned wooing, and affected a guileless incomprehension of his designs whenever, by word or glance, he persuasively indicated the ground floor window of the neat brick villa projecting obliquely from the right wing.

"The darling!" though

The Age of Innocence[純真年代] [平裝] epub pdf mobi txt 電子書 下載 2025

The Age of Innocence[純真年代] [平裝] 下載 epub mobi pdf txt 電子書

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　　那個豪華的大廳，一年365天有364天都是緊閉著的，繁華散盡，水晶吊燈濛上灰塵，熱鬧的大廳會如黑夜般冷清，他不知道這些都有什麼意義，心中仿佛有東西在悄悄流走。

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　　 許多年後，他已兩鬢如霜，和兒子一起靜靜地坐在埃倫窗口下的凳子上，凝視著帶涼棚的陽颱，在濃重的暮色中，夕陽反射在玻璃上，金色的光芒照亮瞭他的臉龐，他發現自己以為早已遠去的往事居然都曆曆在目，哪怕隻是刹那的光華，足以照亮整個生命，隻因為他從未遺忘。窗子關上瞭，他慢慢地站起來，轉身，然後消失在沉沉的暮靄之中。他的一生在愛與痛、期盼與等待中化為一個顫巍巍的背影，驀然迴首，往事恍然若夢。

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　　龍媽這個土豪！！！自從用非公平手段獲得八韆無垢者之後，在奴隸灣真是飛揚跋扈。她男人雖然也不是善主，但是也就搶槍東西而已，總不會顛覆彆人的王國，悍然挑戰一種製度。而丹妮莉斯卻是典型的暴發戶，舉著一麵解放奴隸的大旗，公然與奴隸灣為敵，自我感覺過於良好！盡管目的偉光正，但是從此也陷入瞭無休止地消耗戰中。

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很好啊，又快質量又好

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龜速，這書讓我等瞭太久。

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　　埃倫是一個因不幸婚姻而遭上流社會封殺的女人，她總是毫無顧忌地笑，她不懂得禮儀、不在乎形式。阿切爾看到她哭瞭：“難道上流社會的人從來不哭泣？”她的眼淚裏寫滿瞭孤寂。他握住她的手，潔白修長的手指，青色的血管像浮雕般在皮膚上蔓延開來。

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　　他們的愛情煙花般孤寂寞落，在天空中一閃而過，然後隻剩下那片記憶裏的姹紫嫣紅和深得看不到底的天空。該發生的都已發生，但是卻如同一切都未發生過一樣，生活的水麵依舊平靜無波，水淹過激情的殘骸，那是生活河流中意外落下的隕石。這曾經滾燙的火焰終究要冷卻，另一方麵它雖冷卻瞭但又真實存在，窮其一生卡在喉嚨當中，叫靈魂不得安靈。

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很好的書，很久之前就想看瞭

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