CRIME AND PUNISHMENTby Fyodor Dostoevskytranslated by Constance GarnettPART ONEChapter OneON AN exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out...　

SKETCHES OF YOUNG GENTLEMENSKETCHES OF YOUNGGENTLEMEN1- Page 2-SKETCHES OF YOUNG GENTLEMENTO THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE UNITED KINGDOM OFGREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND; ALSO THE YOUNG LADIES OFTHE PRINCIPALITY OF WALES, AND LIKEWISE THE YOUNGLADIES RESIDENT IN THE ISLES OF GUERNSEY, JERSEY,ALDERNEY, AND SARK, THE HUMBLE DEDICATION OF THEIRDEVOTED ADMIRER,2- Page 3-SKETCHES OF YOUNG GENTLEMEN...　

Chamber Musicby James JoyceContents:IStrings in the earth and airMake music sweet;IIThe twilight turns from amethystTo deep and deeper blue,IIIAt that hour when all things have repose,O lonely watcher of the skies,IVWhen the shy star goes forth in heavenAll maidenly, disconsolate,VLean out of the window,Goldenhair,VII would in that sweet bosom be(O sweet it is and fair it is!)VIIMy love is in a light attireAmong the apple-trees,VIIIWho goes amid the green woodWith springtide all adorning her?...　

1. First SightThis was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep.High school.Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, thisought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grewused to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last.I suppose this was my form of sleep—if sleep was defined as the inert statebetween active periods.I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria,imagining patterns into them that were not there. It was one way to tune out the voicesthat babbled like the gush of a river inside my head.Several hundred of these voices I ignored out of bored　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。Chapter 1The Creature in the ShopMy name is Dr Frederick Treves. I am a doctor at the London Hospital. One day in 1884, I saw a picture in the window of a shop near the hospital. I stopped in front of the shop and looked at the picture. At first I felt interested, then I felt angry, then afraid. It was a horrible, ugly picture. There was a man in the picture, but he did not look like you and me. He did not look like a man. He looked like an elephant.I read the writing under the picture. It said：Come in and see the Elephant Man. 2 pence. I opened the door and went in.There was a man in the shop. He was a dirty man in an old coat with a cigarette in his mouth. ‘　

Salammboby Gustave FlaubertCHAPTER ITHE FEASTIt was at Megara, a suburb of Carthage, in the gardens of Hamilcar.The soldiers whom he had commanded in Sicily were having a great feastto celebrate the anniversary of the battle of Eryx, and as the masterwas away, and they were numerous, they ate and drank with perfectfreedom.The captains, who wore bronze cothurni, had placed themselves in thecentral path, beneath a gold-fringed purple awning, which reached fromthe wall of the stables to the first terrace of the palace; the commonsoldiers were scattered beneath the trees, where numerous flat-roofedbuildings might be seen, wine-presses, cellars, storehouses, bakeries,...　

　1　　 The house was on Dresden Avenue in the Oak Noll section of Pasadena, a big solid cool-looking house with burgundy brick walls, a terra cotta tile roof, and a white stone trim. The front windows were leaded downstairs. Upstairs windows were of the cottage type and had a lot of rococo imitation stonework trimming around them.　 From the front wall and its attendant flowering bushes a half acre or so of fine green lawn drifted in a gentle slope down to the street, passing on the way an enormous deodar around which it flowed like a cool green tide around a rock. The sidewalk and the parkway were both very wide and in the parkway were three white acacias that were worth seeing. There was a h　

The Chateau of Prince Polignacby Anthony TrollopeFew Englishmen or Englishwomen are intimately acquainted with thelittle town of Le Puy. It is the capital of the old province of LeVelay, which also is now but little known, even to French ears, forit is in these days called by the imperial name of the Department ofthe Haute Loire. It is to the south-east of Auvergne, and is nearlyin the centre of the southern half of France.But few towns, merely as towns, can be better worth visiting. Inthe first place, the volcanic formation of the ground on which itstands is not only singular in the extreme, so as to be interestingto the geologist, but it is so picturesque as to be equally...　

Seven Discourses on Artby Sir Joshua ReynoldsINTRODUCTIONIt is a happy memory that associates the foundation of our Royal Academy with the delivery of these inaugural discourses by Sir Joshua Reynolds, on the opening of the schools, and at the first annual meetings for the distribution of its prizes. They laid down principles of art from the point of view of a man of genius who had made his power felt, and with the clear good sense which is the foundation of all work that looks upward and may hope to live. The truths here expressed concerning Art may, with slight adjustment of the way of thought, be applied to Literature or to any exercise of the best powers of mind for shaping the deligh　

SHERLOCK HOLMESTHE NAVAL TREATYby Sir Arthur Conan DoyleTHE NAVAL TREATYThe July which immediately succeeded my marriage was madememorable by three cases of interest, in which I had the privilegeof being associated with Sherlock Holmes and of studying hismethods. I find them recorded in my notes under the headings of "TheAdventure of the Second Stain," "The Adventure of the Naval Treaty,"and "The Adventure of the Tired Captain." The first of these, however,deals with interests of such importance and implicates so many ofthe first families in the kingdom that for many years it will be...　

Eugenie Grandetby Honore de BalzacTranslated by Katharine Prescott WormeleyDEDICATIONTo Maria.May your name, that of one whose portrait is the noblest ornamentof this work, lie on its opening pages like a branch of sacredbox, taken from an unknown tree, but sanctified by religion, andkept ever fresh and green by pious hands to bless the house.De Balzac.EUGENIE GRANDETIThere are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspiresmelancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, drearymoorlands, or the desolation of ruins. Within these houses there is,perhaps, the silence of the cloister, the barrenness of moors, theskeleton of ruins; life and movement are so stagnant there that　

　　LIKE THE THEATER DISTRICTS OF so many great cities across the Imajica, whether in Reconciled Dominions or in the Fifth, the neighborhood in which the Ipse stood had been a place of some notoriety in earlier times, when actors of both sexes had supplemented their wages with the old five-acter-hiring, retiring, seduction, conjunction, and remittance-all played hourly, night and day. The center of these activities had moved away, however, to the other side of the city, where the burgeoning numbers of middle-class clients felt less exposed to the gaze of their peers out seeking more respectable entertainment. Lickerish Street and its environs had sprung up in a matter of months and quickly be