《世界上最动人的书信》 作者：海明威
伊丽莎白?芭蕾特致罗伯特?勃朗宁（2）
伊丽莎白?芭蕾特致罗伯特?勃朗宁（2）
For the rest you draw me on with your kindness. It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure— that is a fact, and we will not stop for the moral of it. What I was going to say—after a little natural hesitation—is, that if ever you emerge without inconvenient effort from your ‘passive state', and will tell me of such faults as rise to the surface and strike you as important in my poems, (for of course, I do not think of troubling you with criticism in detail) you will confer a Comsting obligation on me, and on which I shall value so much, that I covet it at a distance.
I do not pretend to any extraordinary meekness under criticism and it is possible enough that I might not be altogether obedient to yours. But with my high respect for your power in your Art and for your experience as an artist, it would be quite impossible for me to hear a general observation of yours on what appear to you my master?faults without being the better for it hereafter in some way, I ask for only a sentence or two of general observation—and I do not ask even for that, so as to tease you—but in the humble low voice, which is so excellent a thing in women—particuComrly when they go a begging!
The most frequent general criticism I receive, is, I think, upon the style,—“if I would but change my style!” But that is an objection (isn't it?) to the writer bodily? Buffon says, and every sincere writer must feel, that “Le style c'est l'homme”；a fact, however, scarcely calcuComted to lessen the objection with certain critics.
Is it indeed true that I was so near to the pleasure and honor of making your acquaintance? and can it be true that you look back upon the lost opportunity with any regret? But—you know—if you had entered the “crypt,” you might have caught cold, or been tired to death, and wished yourself “a thousand miles off”， which would have been worse than traveling them. It is not my interest, however, to put such thoughts in your head about its being “all for the best”; and I would rather hope (as I do) that what I lost by one chance I may recover by some future one. Winters shut me up as they do dormouse's eyes; in the spring, we shall see, and I am so much better than I seem turning round to the outward world again. And in the meantime I have learnt to know your voice, not merely from the poetry but from the kindness in it. Mr. Kenyon often speaks of you—dear Mr. Kenyon!—who most unspeakably, or only speakably with tears in my eyes,—has been my friend and helper, and my book's friend and helper! critic and sympathiser, true friend of all hours! You know him well enough, I think, to understand that I must be grateful to him.
I am writing too much,—and not withstanding that I am writing too much, I will write of one thing more. I will say that I am your debtor, not only for this cordial letter and for all the pleasure which came with it, but in other ways, and those the highest： and I will say that while I live to follow this divine art of poetry, in proportion to my love for it and my devotion to it, I must be a devout admirer and student of your works. This is in my heart to say to you—and I say it.
And for the rest, I am proud to remain,
Your obliged and faithful
Elizabeth B. Barrettt。xt-小.说。天/堂
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I do not pretend to any extraordinary meekness under criticism and it is possible enough that I might not be altogether obedient to yours. But with my high respect for your power in your Art and for your experience as an artist, it would be quite impossible for me to hear a general observation of yours on what appear to you my master?faults without being the better for it hereafter in some way, I ask for only a sentence or two of general observation—and I do not ask even for that, so as to tease you—but in the humble low voice, which is so excellent a thing in women—particuComrly when they go a begging!
The most frequent general criticism I receive, is, I think, upon the style,—“if I would but change my style!” But that is an objection (isn't it?) to the writer bodily? Buffon says, and every sincere writer must feel, that “Le style c'est l'homme”；a fact, however, scarcely calcuComted to lessen the objection with certain critics.
Is it indeed true that I was so near to the pleasure and honor of making your acquaintance? and can it be true that you look back upon the lost opportunity with any regret? But—you know—if you had entered the “crypt,” you might have caught cold, or been tired to death, and wished yourself “a thousand miles off”， which would have been worse than traveling them. It is not my interest, however, to put such thoughts in your head about its being “all for the best”; and I would rather hope (as I do) that what I lost by one chance I may recover by some future one. Winters shut me up as they do dormouse's eyes; in the spring, we shall see, and I am so much better than I seem turning round to the outward world again. And in the meantime I have learnt to know your voice, not merely from the poetry but from the kindness in it. Mr. Kenyon often speaks of you—dear Mr. Kenyon!—who most unspeakably, or only speakably with tears in my eyes,—has been my friend and helper, and my book's friend and helper! critic and sympathiser, true friend of all hours! You know him well enough, I think, to understand that I must be grateful to him.
I am writing too much,—and not withstanding that I am writing too much, I will write of one thing more. I will say that I am your debtor, not only for this cordial letter and for all the pleasure which came with it, but in other ways, and those the highest： and I will say that while I live to follow this divine art of poetry, in proportion to my love for it and my devotion to it, I must be a devout admirer and student of your works. This is in my heart to say to you—and I say it.
And for the rest, I am proud to remain,
Your obliged and faithful
Elizabeth B. Barrettt。xt-小.说。天/堂