注册 登录  
 加关注
   显示下一条  |  关闭
温馨提示!由于新浪微博认证机制调整,您的新浪微博帐号绑定已过期,请重新绑定!立即重新绑定新浪微博》  |  关闭

兔灰灰的小窝

每天进步一点点

 
 
 

日志

 
 

福尔摩斯探案全集—归来记  

2012-12-26 20:01:38|  分类: 原著欣赏 |  标签: |举报 |字号 订阅

  下载LOFTER 我的照片书  |
福尔摩斯探案全集—归来记 - 兔灰灰 - 兔灰灰的小窝
 
 

“You’ll come with me to-night?”

“When you like and where you like.”

 

So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o’clock to-day I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned.”

Such was the remarkable narrative to which I listened on that April evening –a narrative which would have been utterly incredible to me had it not been confirmed by the actual sight of the tall, spare figure and the keen, eager face, which I had never thought to see again. In some manner he had learned of my own sad bereavement, and his sympathy was shown in his manner rather than in his words. “Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson,”

 

From this convenient retreat, the watchers were being watched and the trackers tracked.

 

He was a fine creature, this man of the old English soil–simple, straight, and gentle, with his great, earnest blue eyes and broad, comely face. His love for his wife and his trust in her shone in his features.

 

“What one man can invent another can discover,” said Holmes.

 

A rainy night had been followed by a glorious morning, and the heathcovered

countryside, with the glowing clumps of flowering gorse, seemed all the more beautiful to eyes which were weary of the duns and drabs and slate grays of London.

 

One should always look for a possible alternative, and provide against it.

It is the first rule of criminal investigation.”

 

“You can’t help it, my dear Watson. You must play your cards as best you can when such a stake is on the table.

 

I think there are certain crimes which the law cannot touch, and which therefore, to some extent, justify private revenge.

My sympathies are with the criminals rather than with the victim, and I will not handle this case.”

 

In rapid succession we passed through the fringe of fashionable London, hotel London, theatrical London, literary London, commercial London, and, finally, maritime London, till we came to a riverside city of a hundred thousand souls, where the tenement houses swelter and reek with the outcasts of Europe.

 

The Press, Watson, is a most valuable institution, if you only know how to use it.

 

A flush of colour sprang to Holmes’s pale cheeks, and he bowed to us like the master dramatist who receives the homage of his audience. It was at such moments that for an instant he ceased to be a reasoning machine, and betrayed his human love for admiration and applause. The same singularly proud and reserved nature which turned away with disdain from popular notoriety was capable of being moved to its depths by spontaneous wonder and praise from a friend.

 

“Thank you!” said Holmes. “Thank you!” and as he turned away, it seemed to me that he was more nearly moved by the softer human emotions than I had ever seen him. A moment later he was the cold and practical thinker once more.

 

“It is a very delicate question,” said he. “One hardly likes to throw suspicion where there are no proofs.”

 

It was strange there, in the very depths of the town, with ten miles of man’s handiwork on every side of us, to feel the iron grip of Nature, and to be conscious that to the huge elemental forces all London was no more than the molehills that dot the fields.

 

Of course, we always have the optician clue to fall back upon, but I take a short cut when I  can get it.

 

She was as good as she was beautiful and as intelligent as she was good.

 

We have not yet met our Waterloo, Watson, but this is our Marengo, for it begins in defeat and ends in victory.

 

Once or twice in my career I feel that I have done more real harm by my discovery of the criminal than ever he had done by his crime.

 

“I trust your judgment.”

“A very sensible reply, Watson. You must look at it this way: what I know is unofficial, what he knows is official. I have the right to private judgment, but he has none.

 

When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.

 

The situation is desperate, but not hopeless.

 

It is a case, my dear Watson, where the law is as dangerous to us as the criminals are.

 

想像一下百年前维多利亚时期的伦敦,贝克街221B号的阿福和阿华~~

原著中除了理性破案,还有很多温情的言词和温馨的场景呐~~

 看完卷1

  评论这张
 
阅读(167)| 评论(2)
推荐 转载

历史上的今天

评论

<#--最新日志,群博日志--> <#--推荐日志--> <#--引用记录--> <#--博主推荐--> <#--随机阅读--> <#--首页推荐--> <#--历史上的今天--> <#--被推荐日志--> <#--上一篇,下一篇--> <#-- 热度 --> <#-- 网易新闻广告 --> <#--右边模块结构--> <#--评论模块结构--> <#--引用模块结构--> <#--博主发起的投票-->
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

页脚

网易公司版权所有 ©1997-2017