英语短篇小说选读
十本必读的短篇英文名著
十本必读的短篇英文名著看完了小编介绍的英文名著，有些小伙伴说太长了，看的有点累，那今天就为大家介绍一些短篇的英文名著，快看看有没有你喜欢的。
1.傻瓜威尔逊(The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson)作者马克·吐温 (Mark Twain)内容梗概有黑人血统的女奴罗克珊为了让儿子逃脱奴隶命运，把主人的儿子和自己的儿子在摇篮里掉包。
她真正的儿子汤姆在优越环境中长大，而主人的小孩尚布则沦落为奴隶。
推荐理由本篇用了侦探小说手法，一波三折，具有极强可读性。
马克·吐温招牌式幽默和讽刺能让你会心一笑。
2.案中案(A Double Barrelled Detective Story)作者马克·吐温 (Mark Twain)内容梗概富家女和穷小子结婚后受尽折磨，父亲还被气死，最后被丈夫抛弃。
在她发现五岁儿子嗅觉超群之后，一个复仇计划在她心中渐渐成形。
推荐理由不按套路出牌的复仇故事，看似荒唐，却又让人难以放手，一气读完。
3.幽灵之屋(A Haunted House)作者弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙(Virginia Woolf)内容梗概一对幽灵夫妻在房子里飘荡，回忆他们生前的美好时光，并确认了对方对自己的爱。
推荐理由虽然是鬼故事，但却十分澄澈美好。
优美的语言具有抚慰人心的力量。
4.一间自己的屋子(A Room of One's Own)作者弗吉尼亚·伍尔芙(Virginia Woolf)内容梗概这本书的内容是伍尔夫在女子学院的两篇讲稿，以“妇女和小说”为主题，通过对女性创作的历史及现状的分析，指出女人应该有勇气有理智地去争取独立的经济力量和社会地位。
推荐理由“当我在我的脑子里搜索的时候，我发现我对于做别人的伴侣，做与别人相等的人，以及去影响这世界为了去达到更高的目的都没有什么高尚的感觉。
我只很简单很平凡地说，成为自己比什么都要紧。
”5.三个陌生人(The Three Strangers)作者托马斯·哈代(Thomas Hardy)内容梗概一个牧羊少年惊恐地睁大了双眼，从他的小棚屋中往外窥视一个女人和情人的幽会。
【VIP专享】英语短篇小说选读 Kate Chopin 凯特肖邦30
Ⅰ. A BRIEF INTRODUCTION
• A woman ahead of her time
• She was an American author of short stories and novels. She is now considered by some to have been a forerunner of feminist authors of the 20th century.
Ⅱ. LIFE
-- KATE Chopin was born Kate O'Flaherty in St. Louis, Missouri in 1850 to Eliza and Thomas O'Flaherty.
-- SHE was the third of five children, but her sisters died in infancy and her brothers (from her father's first marriage) in their early twenties. She was the only child to live past the age of twenty-five.
《英语短篇小说选读》讲义(第四周)
Through what kind of ways did the author build the atmosphere? Find words or sentences in the story that create an atmosphere
Story 3 Discussion
☆Three years ago ☆Her aunt’s husband and two brothers ☆They went hunting for snipe with a little spaniel(西班牙猎 犬) . They left through that very window, but they never returned because they were engulfed by a piece of bog（沼 泽). Their bodies were never found. ☆Vera’s aunt believes that the men will return one day, that they will enter the house the way they left, through the open window. That is why the window is kept open every evening until dark; • “Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window - "
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《英语短篇小说选读》讲义(第一周)(12英本2班) (1)
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A woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house. She knows that she is alone in the whole world; every other thing is dead. The doorbell rings.
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Expected duration: 16 weeks Overview Selected readings of English short stories is a class that uses famous short stories in both American and British literature to help students enhance their reading ability, get to know the cultures of foreign countries, and most importantly, master the basic literary criticism skills. Students in this course will focus on the function and significance of basic elements of the short stories upon various selected readings.
英语小说选读
英语小说选读文件编码（TTU-UITID-GGBKT-POIU-WUUI-0089）A&Pby John UpdikeIn walks these three girls in nothing but bathing suits. I'm in the third check-out slot, with my back to the door, so I don't see them until they're over by the bread. The one that caught my eye first was the one in the plaid green two-piece. She was a chunky kid, with a good tan and a sweet broad soft-looking can with those two crescents of white just under it, where the sun never seems to hit, at the top of the backs of her legs. I stood there with my hand on a box of HiHo crackers trying to remember if I rang it up or not. I ring it up again and the customer starts giving me hell. She's one of these cash-register-watchers, a witch about fifty with rouge on her cheekbones and no eyebrows, and I know it made her day to trip me up. She'd been watching cash registers forty years and probably never seen a mistake before.By the time I got her feathers smoothed and her goodies into a bag -- she gives me a little snort in passing, if she'd been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem -- by the time I get her on her way the girls had circled around the bread and were coming back, without a pushcart, back my way along the counters, in the aisle between the check-outs and the Special bins. They didn't even have shoes on. There was this chunky one, with the two-piece -- it was bright green and the seams on the bra were still sharp and her belly was still pretty pale so I guessed she just got it (the suit) -- there was this one, with one of those chubby berry-faces, the lips all bunched together under her nose, this one, and a tall one, with black hair that hadn't quite frizzed卷曲 right, and one of these sunburns right across under the eyes, and a chin that was too long -- you know, the kind of girl other girls think is very "striking" and "attractive" but never quite makes it, as they very well know, which is why they like her so much -- and then the third one, that wasn't quite so tall.She was the queen. She kind of led them, the other two peeking around and making their shoulders round. She didn't look around, not this queen, she just walked straight on slowly, on these long white prima donna（Italian, first lady）legs. She came down a little hard on her heels, as if she didn't walk in her bare feet that much, putting down her heels and then letting the weight move along to her toes as if she was testing the floor with every step, putting a little deliberate extra action into it. You never know for sure how girls' minds work (do you really think it's a mind in there or just a little buzz like a bee in a glass jar)but you got the idea she had talked the other two into coming in here with her, and now she was showing them how to do it, walk slow and hold yourself straight.She had on a kind of dirty-pink - - beige maybe, I don't know -- bathing suit with a little nubble all over it and, what got me, the straps were down. They were off her shoulders looped loose around the cool tops of her arms, and I guess as a result the suit had slipped a little on her, so all around the top of the cloth there was this shining rim. If it hadn't been there you wouldn't have known there could have been anything whiter than those shoulders. With the straps pushed off, there was nothing between the top of the suit and the top of her head except just her, this clean bare plane of the top of her chest down from the shoulder bones like a dented sheet of metal tilted in the light. I mean, it was more than pretty.She had sort of oaky hair that the sun and salt had bleached, done up in a bun that was unravelling, and a kind of prim face. Walking into the A & P with your straps down, I suppose it's the only kind of face you can have. She held her head so high her neck, coming up out of those white shoulders, looked kind of stretched, but I didn'tmind. The longer her neck was, the more of her there was.She must have felt in the corner of her eye me and over my shoulder Stokesie in the second slot watching, but she didn't tip. Not this queen. She kept her eyes moving across the racks, and stopped, and turned so slow it made my stomach rub the inside of my apron, and buzzed to the other two, who kind of huddled against her for relief, and they all three of them went up the cat-and-dog-food-breakfast-cereal-macaroni-rice-raisins-seasonings-spreads-spaghetti-soft drinks- rackers-and- cookies aisle. From the third slot I look straight up this aisle to the meat counter, and I watched them all the way. The fat one with the tan sort of fumbled with the cookies, but on second thought she put the packages back. The sheep pushing their carts down the aisle -- the girls were walking against the usual traffic (not that we have one-way signs or anything) -- were pretty hilarious 非常滑稽的. You could see them, when Queenie's white shoulders dawned on them, kind of jerk, or hop, or hiccup打嗝, but their eyes snapped back to their own baskets and on they pushed. I bet you could set off dynamite in an A & P and the people would by and large keep reaching and checking oatmeal off their lists and muttering "Let me see, there was a third thing, began with A, asparagus, no, ah, yes, applesauce!" or whatever it is they do mutter. But there was no doubt, this jiggled them.A few house-slaves in pin curlers卷发夹子even looked around after pushing their carts past to make sure what they had seen was correct.You know, it's one thing to have a girl in a bathing suit down on the beach, where what with the glare nobody can look at each other much anyway, and another thing in the cool of the A & P, under the fluorescent lights, against all those stacked packages, with her feet paddling along naked over our checkerboard green-and-cream rubber-tile floor."Oh Daddy," Stokesie said beside me. "I feel so faint.""Darling," I said. "Hold me tight." Stokesie's married, with two babies chalked up on his fuselage already, but as far as I can tell that's the only difference. He's twenty-two, and I was nineteen this April."Is it done" he asks, the responsible married man finding his voice. I forgot to say he thinks he's going to be manager some sunny day, maybe in 1990 when it's called the Great Alexandrov and Petrooshki Tea Company or something.What he meant was, our town is five miles from a beach, with a big summer colony out on the Point, but we're right in the middle of town, and the women generally put on a shirt or shorts or something before they get out of the car into the street. And anyway these are usually women with six children and varicose veins mapping their legs and nobody, including them, could care less. As I say, we're right in the middle of town, and if you stand at our front doors you can see two banks and the Congregational church and the newspaper store and three real-estate offices and about twenty-seven old free-loaders食客tearing up Central Street because the sewer broke again. It's not as if we're on the Cape; we're north of Boston and there's people in this town haven't seen the ocean for twenty years.The girls had reached the meat counter and were asking McMahon something. He pointed, they pointed, and they shuffled out of sight behind a pyramid of Diet Delight peaches. All that was left for us to see was old McMahon patting his mouth and looking after them sizing up their joints. Poor kids, I began to feel sorry for them, they couldn't help it.Now here comes the sad part of the story, at least my family says it's sad but I don't think it's sad myself. The store's pretty empty, it beingThursday afternoon, so there was nothing much to do except lean on the register and wait for the girls to show up again. The whole store was like a pinball machine and I didn't know which tunnel they'd come out of. After a while they come around out of the far aisle, around the light bulbs, records at discount of the Caribbean Six or Tony Martin Sings or some such gunk you wonder they waste the wax on, sixpacks of candy bars, and plastic toys done up in cellophane that fall apart when a kid looks at them anyway. Around they come, Queenie still leading the way, and holding a little gray jar in her hand. Slots Three through Seven are unmanned and I could see her wondering between Stokes and me, but Stokesie with his usual luck draws an old party in baggy gray pants who stumbles up with four giant cans of pineapple juice (what do these bums do with all that pineapple juice' I've often asked myself) so the girls come to me. Queenie puts down the jar and I take it into my fingers icy cold. Kingfish Fancy Herring Snacks in Pure Sour Cream: 49￠. Now her hands are empty, not a ring or a bracelet, bare as God made them, and I wonder where the money's coming from. Still with that prim look she lifts a folded dollar bill out of the hollow at the center of her nubbled pink top. The jar went heavy in my hand. Really, I thought that was so cute.Then everybody's luck begins to run out. Lengel comes in from haggling with a truck full of cabbages on the lot and is about to scuttle into that door marked MANAGER behind which he hides all day when the girls touch his eye. Lengel's pretty dreary, teaches Sunday school and the rest, but he doesn't miss that much. He comes over and says, "Girls, this isn't the beach."Queenie blushes, though maybe it's just a brush of sunburn I was noticing for the first time, now that she was so close. "My mother asked me to pick up a jar of herring snacks." Her voice kind of startled me, the way voices do when you see the people first, coming out so flat and dumb yet kind of tony, too, the way it ticked over "pick up" and"snacks." All of a sudden I slid right down her voice into her living room. Her father and the other men were standing around in ice-cream coats and bow ties and the women were in sandals picking up herring snacks on toothpicks off a big plate and they were all holding drinks the color of water with olives and sprigs of mint in them. When my parents have somebody over they get lemonade and if it's a real racy affair Schlitz in tall glasses with "They'll Do It Every Time" cartoons stencilled on."That's all right," Lengel said. "But this isn't the beach." His repeating this struck me as funny, as if it had just occurred to him, and he had been thinking all these years the A & P was a great big dune沙丘and he was the head lifeguard. He didn't like my smiling -- -as I say he doesn't miss much -- but he concentrates on giving the girls that sad Sunday- school-superintendent stare.Queenie's blush is no sunburn now, and the plump one in plaid, that I liked better from the back -- a really sweet can -- pipes up, "We weren't doing any shopping. We just came in for the one thing.""That makes no difference," Lengel tells her, and I could see from the way his eyes went that he hadn't noticed she was wearing a two-piece before. "We want you decently dressed when you come in here.""We are decent," Queenie says suddenly, her lower lip pushing, getting sore now that she remembers her place, a place from which the crowd that runs the A & P must look pretty crummy丰满的. Fancy Herring Snacks flashed in her very blue eyes."Girls, I don't want to argue with you. After this come in here with your shoulders covered. It's our policy." He turns his back. That's policy for you. Policy is what the kingpins want. What the others want is juvenile delinquency.All this while, the customers had been showing up with their carts but, you know, sheep, seeing ascene, they had all bunched up on Stokesie, whoshook open a paper bag as gently as peeling apeach, not wanting to miss a word. I could feel inthe silence everybody getting nervous, most of allLengel, who asks me, "Sammy, have you rung upthis purchase"I thought and said "No" but it wasn't aboutthat I was thinking. I go through the punches, 4, 9,GROC, TOT -- it's more complicated than you think,and after you do it often enough, it begins to makea little song, that you hear words to, in my case"Hello (bing)there, you (gung)hap-py pee-pul(splat)"-the splat being the drawer flying out. Iuncrease the bill, tenderly as you may imagine, itjust having come from between the two smoothestscoops of vanilla I had ever known were there, andpass a half and a penny into her narrow pink palm,and nestle the herrings in a bag and twist its neckand hand it over, all the time thinking.The girls, and who'd blame them, are in a hurry to get out, so I say "I quit" to Lengel quick enough for them to hear, hoping they'll stop and watch me, their unsuspected hero. They keep right on going, into the electric eye; the door flies open and they flicker across the lot to their car, Queenie and Plaid and Big Tall Goony-Goony（黑脚）信天翁 (not that as raw material she was so bad), leaving me with Lengel and a kink in his eyebrow."Did you say something, Sammy""I said I quit.""I thought you did.""You didn't have to embarrass them.""It was they who were embarrassing us."I started to say something that came out"Fiddle-de-doo." It's a saying of my grand- mother's, and I know she would have been pleased."I don't think you know what you're saying,"Lengel said."I know you don't," I said. "But I do." I pull the bow at the back of my apron and start shrugging itoff my shoulders. A couple customers that hadbeen heading for my slot begin to knock againsteach other, like scared pigs in a chute.Lengel sighs and begins to look very patient and old and gray. He's been a friend of my parentsfor years. "Sammy, you don't want to do this toyour Mom and Dad," he tells me. It's true, I don't.But it seems to me that once you begin a gestureit's fatal not to go through with it. I fold the apron,"Sammy" stitched in red on the pocket, and put iton the counter, and drop the bow tie on top of it.The bow tie is theirs, if you've ever wondered."You'll feel this for the rest of your life," Lengel says, and I know that's true, too, but remembering howhe made that pretty girl blush makes me soscrunchy inside I punch the No Sale tab and themachine whirs "pee-pul" and the drawer splats out.One advantage to this scene taking place insummer, I can follow this up with a clean exit,there's no fumbling around getting your coat andgaloshes, I just saunter into the electric eye in mywhite shirt that my mother ironed the night before,and the door heaves itself open, and outside thesunshine is skating around on the asphalt.I look around for my girls, but they're gone, ofcourse. There wasn't anybody but some youngmarried screaming with her children about somecandy they didn't get by the door of a powder-blueFalcon station wagon. Looking back in the bigwindows, over the bags of peat moss andaluminum lawn furniture stacked on the pavement,I could see Lengel in my place in the slot, checkingthe sheep through. His face was dark gray and hisback stiff, as if he'd just had an injection of iron,and my stomach kind of fell as I felt how hard theworld was going to be to me hereafter.Who is the narrator Do you find him a reliable narratorWhat kind of person is Sammy? Find details in the story to support your idea.The plot of a short story revolves around the development of the conflict. What is the conflict of the story Find out the beginning, the rising action, the climax and the resolution of the conflict. To what extent does the conflict depend on different interpretations of such concepts as decency and policyDo you think the girls meant to cause trouble by coming to the story in bathing suits? What evidence is there for or against that? If the answer were/is yes? How would that affect the theme of the storyIs Sammy's quitting a form of rebellion or a statement of some sort Does it have any meaning What is he rebelling against Are there unconscious targets of his rebellion Who is the enemy here Are there any forms of oppression at work in the story Who is oppressed (or "embarrassed" for that matter) Is Sammy's standing up for the girls in some way a form of standing up for himselfOn what phenomena is Updike commenting in this short story What's the connection between sexual titillation, a chain grocery store, and a rebel without a cause What makes Sammy quit Why was he not so sad about it Why was the world going to be so difficult for him now Is Sammy fully aware of the character and implications of his gestureWhat tensions are at work in the story's situation What kind of business is the A&P What do the attitudes of the manager reveal about his character and that of the business that he manages What ethic is at work here (remember this is New England). Does the story take place in a traditional, capitalist, or mixed socioeconomic environment Keeping in mind that the story was first published in 1962, what social processes, tensions, and changes become evident from the situation described How does the girls' behavior relate to the issue of the changing faces and adaptations of capitalism Is this an example of unruly and promiscuous public cultureintruding into the sacred realm of the Puritan work ethic How is the statement, "Policy is what the kingpins want. What the others want is juvenile delinquency," related to these issuesIs the girls behavior itself a kind of statement or rebellion of some sort What message are they sending by walking into the A&P in their bathing suitsWhat messages do the girls send through the commodities which they pick Why is it significant that they choose a supermarket for their self-display What does this suggest regarding the character of the human body in a commercial society Are the girls' bodies in some way commodified in the supermarket environment Is this a willing choice or an effect of the environment they find themselves in What is significant about the language Sammy uses to describe the girls' bodies Why does the store manager oppose the girls' behavior Is this a technical (i.e. insurance considerations) or a moral issue for him Should he be more concerned with making his customers happy Are different sets of values clashing here Is the commodifying of the self presented in a sense as a sort of liberation from the oppression of traditional values Are there generational conflicts represented in the story Are those conflicts related to socioeconomic ones Are the younger generations pushing for different (more liberal) models of economic behaviorWhat social class issues/conflicts become apparent in the story Is Queenie an upper class girl What does Sammy think How does he imagine her life How does he contrast his own existence to that of Queenie Is Queenie her real name What does Sammy know for a fact about her What does her behavior reveal Why does Sammy imagine her to be of higher class How is that supposition related to his later actions What in a sense is he trying to achieve by impressing QueenieHow are sexuality and desire related to issues of class and socioeconomic status How are they related to issues of consumption and merchandising Is Sammy in a sense choosing a "commodity" which he'd like to consume How is that commodity related to his own socioeconomic positionWhat attitude do the male employees Sammy, Stokesie, and "old McMahon" take toward the three girls in bathing suits How does the following description of Stokes bring to mind Veblen's account of relations between the sexes: "Stokesie's married, with two babies chalked up on his fuselage already" (705) What's the point of Updike's description: "The whole store was like a pinball machine and I didn't know which tunnel they'd come out of."What sorts of things do we learn about the store and its products Why does Updike mention a "pyramid of Diet Delight peaches"What is the significance of the difference between and the different effects of fluorescent light and sunlight in the story How are the different types of light connected to different visions and ways of understanding What is the artificial light symbolic of What does Sammy realize as soon as he steps out of the store and into the sunshine Whatillusions/delusions was Sammy a victim of while inside the store What images await him in the outside How do they relate to Sammy's encounter with the girlsIs the consciousness of the author (Updike) the same as that of the narrator (Sammy) What does Updike suggest concerning Sammy's limitations of perception and understanding What does Updike know that Sammy doesn'tWhat does A & P symbolize?赠送常用精致线性可编辑小图标。
英语短篇小说选读OHenry欧亨利
►They sacrifice their own happiness even life for the lofty love and friendship; they help others without asking for rewards and regard it as a pleasure; they give up their own treasure and chance to others etc.
Major Works
Cabbages and Kings 白菜与国王
The Romance of a Busy Broker 证券经纪人的浪漫故事 The Gift of Magi 麦琪的礼物 The Last Leaf 最后一片叶子 A Cosmopolite in a Café 咖啡馆里的世界公民 Mammon and the Archer 财神和爱神 The Ransom of Red Chief 红色酋长的救赎 The Furnished Room 带家具出租的房间 The Cop and the Anthem 警察和赞美诗 A Retrieved Reformation 重新做人
Two men kidnap a boy of ten. The boy turns out to be so disgusting that the desperate men ultimately pay the boy's father $250 to take him back.
The Ransom of Red Chief
►In his works, O.Henry presents the panorama of the American people to readers with ironic and humorous tone.
《英语短篇小说选读》讲义(第十五周)
Irony
What Is Irony? Common forms
Review
What Is Irony?
Definition of Irony
Irony is a figure of speech that achieves emphasis by saying the opposite of what is meant, the intended meaning of the words being the opposite of their usual sense.
Situational Irony
situational irony
“It’s no use going to see little Hans in winter,” the miller used to say to his wife. “when people are in trouble we must leave them alone and not bother them, that is my idea of friendship and I am sure I am right. So I shall wait till spring comes, and then I shall visit him and he will give me a large bouquet of primrose, and that will make him very happy.” “You think so much about others,” said his wife. “it’s pleasure to hear what you say about friendship. I am sure the priest himself cannot say such beautiful things as you do, though he lives in a three-storeyed house, and wears a gold ring on his little finger.” (Oscar Wilder: The Devoted Friend)
优秀英语短篇小说集 10 篇,不看后悔哦~
优秀英语短篇小说集 10 篇，不看后悔哦~以下是一份包含10篇优秀英语短篇小说的精选集。
每个故事都引人入胜，希望你会喜欢！1. "The Secret Room"故事简介：一个年轻的探险家发现了一间隐藏的密室，里面隐藏着惊人的秘密。
2. "The Unexpected Journey"故事简介：一位幸运的旅行者在一次意外中发现了一条通往神秘世界的道路。
3. "Lost in the Woods"故事简介：一群朋友在森林迷路了，他们必须齐心合力才能找到回家的路。
4. "The Haunted House"故事简介：一对夫妇决定住进一座传说中闹鬼的房子，他们面临着各种令人毛骨悚然的事件。
5. "The Magical Necklace"故事简介：一个普通女孩意外发现了一条神奇的项链，她从此踏上了一段令人难以置信的冒险之旅。
6. "The Mysterious Stranger"故事简介：一个神秘的陌生人来到小镇，他的出现改变了所有人的生活。
7. "The Forgotten Diary"故事简介：一个年轻女孩在祖母的旧日记中发现了一个关于家族秘密的惊人发现。
8. "The Lost Treasure"故事简介：一群年轻人决定寻找传说中失落的宝藏，他们将面对许多挑战与危险。
9. "The Enchanted Garden"故事简介：一位女孩探索了她祖母的神奇花园，她发现了一个隐藏的世界。
10. "The Mirror of Truth"故事简介：一面魔镜能够揭示出真相，一位英勇的年轻人利用它来拯救他的国家。
以上是《优秀英语短篇小说集》中的10篇故事简介。
希望你会对这些故事充满兴趣，尽情享受阅读的乐趣！。
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宁波大学考核答题纸
（2014—2015学年第一学期）
课号：063W22A09 课程名称：英语短片小说选读改卷教师：阿德尔
学号：116070035 姓名：石佳得分：
The Epiphany for Love
Dubliners is often considered as the reflection of ethnic history in Dublin which, is stuffed by the ubiquitous “paralysis”. The corruption in social life, in politics even in people’s spirit is said to have made great impression in reader’s mind. However, with the skinny experience for no more than twenty years, I dare not conclude the thesis or the main idea of this opus in haste, while I could also not just allow myself to follow those comments and opinions made by “they”.
Among the chapters I have read, Araby s eems to appeal to me most, because I have once had the same feeling of that little boy. This kind of feeling, literally, the epiphany for love, is the sweetest emotion and the most endurable torture I’ve ever experienced. There seems to be three periods of time during the process of the epiphany for love but to summarize with suitable words is undoubtedly a knotty issue.
What comes first must be the admiration for the one who possesses neat skin, delicate facial features or slim figure, or even just a special nice odor. Since an occasion even you yourself cannot remember for sure, a figure has inserted into your little world and driven you to do crazy things. The shadow turned to the base to watch her; the hall witnessed numerous bumping into each other and in that corner the light from the lamp opposite the door caught the white curve of her neck, lit up her hair that rested there and, falling, lit up the hand upon the railing. What a magic feeling! But as you gradually sank in this dramatic journey, the inexplicable confusion and loneliness began to kidnap you.
You found that you were not only the idle but also the weirdo nobody understands including yourself. Her name was like a summons to all your foolish body and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. With this confused adoration, sometimes even an unnoticeable movement or sentence would annihilate the sunshine and the hesitation between “do” or “do not” always brought heavy rain. Asking help seems to be of no sense because adults were going to acting lightly even sometimes with contempt. So the only way is to lie on the floor in a dark evening murmuring her name.
I believe that sex or the thoughts about sex must accompany though there is no such description between the lines. And this kind of confusion and loneliness cannot be removed until she refuses which is sure to leave the unbearable pain for you to learn from, or luckily, accepts, which means you are going to exploring the sealed world together. Then the epiphany for love seems to be accomplished.
No one can bypass the enlightenment of love to achieve the epiphany. And only by experiencing the sweetest emotion and the most endurable torture at the same time can people really get to know the original taste of love.。