I have also seen him in "The Rivals." Once while I was calling on him in Boston he acted the most striking parts of "The Rivals" for me. The reception-room where we sat served for a stage. He and his son seated themselves at the big table, and Bob Acres wrote his challenge. I followed all his movements with my hands, and caught the drollery of his blunders and gestures in a way that would have been impossible had it all been spelled to me. Then they rose to fight the duel, and I followed the swift thrusts and parries of the swords and the waverings of poor Bob as his courage oozed out at his finger ends. Then the great actor gave his coat a hitch and his mouth a twitch, and in an instance I was in the village of Falling Water and felt Schneider's shaggy head against my knee. Mr. Jefferson recited the best dialogues of "Rip Van Winkle," in which the tear came close upon the smile. He asked me to indicate as far as I could the gestures and action that should go with the lines. Of course, I have no sense whatever of dramatic action, and could make only random guesses; but with masterful art he suited the action to the word. The sigh of Rip as he murmurs, "Is a man so soon forgotten when he is gone?" the dismay with which he searches for dog and gun after his long sleep, and his comical irresolution over signing the contract with Derrick—all these seem to be right out of life itself; that is, the ideal life, where things happen as we think they should.
我还在《对手》中看到过他的表演。记得有一次我曾在波士顿拜访过他，而他特别为我表演了《对手》中最精彩的情节。我们见面的会客厅被当做一个临时舞台，他和他的儿子一起坐在一张大桌子旁边，而鲍勃·埃克斯则书写着他的战表。我用双手追随着他的每一次移动，捕捉着他滑稽可笑的肢体语言——在某种程度上，这种“语言”是无法通过拼写的方式传情达意的。终于，他们进行了最后的决斗。我感觉到了双剑击刺闪避时的锋芒，还有鲍勃摇摇晃晃的身形；可怜的鲍勃勇气渐失，他的斗志已经在指端消解殆尽。接着，这位伟大的演员猛地拉下自己的战袍，双唇止不住地抽搐。转瞬之间，我就置身在瀑布村，而且触摸到了施奈德那毛发蓬松的头正抵着我的膝盖。杰弗逊先生背诵了《里普·梵·温克尔》中的精彩对白，这是一段笑中含泪的感人情节。他还详尽地向我介绍了手势和形体应该步调一致的舞台表演经验。当然，无论是多么生动的表演，我全都一无所知，我所能做的只是胡乱猜想而已。但是，他精湛的艺术功力使他赋予表演以生命力，正如他所沉吟的里普的慨叹：“死去的人儿怎么这么快就被人遗忘？”在经历了长眠之后，他怀着失魂落魄的心情寻找他的狗和猎枪，而且，他犹豫不决地同德里克签订合约的举动也十分可笑——所有这些似乎都脱离了生活本身的意义。换句话说，理想的生活状态，应该是依照我们所认定的方式而发生的。
I remember well the first time I went to the theatre. It was twelve years ago. Elsie Leslie, the little actress, was in Boston, and Miss Sullivan took me to see her in "The Prince and the Pauper." I shall never forget the ripple of alternating joy and woe that ran through that beautiful little play, or the wonderful child who acted it. After the play I was permitted to go behind the scenes and meet her in her royal costume. It would have been hard to find a lovelier or more lovable child than Elsie, as she stood with a cloud of golden hair floating over her shoulders, smiling brightly, showing no signs of shyness or fatigue, though she had been playing to an immense audience. I was only just learning to speak, and had previously repeated her name until I could say it perfectly. Imagine my delight when she understood the few words I spoke to her and without hesitation stretched her hand to greet me.
我十分清楚地记得我第一次到剧院看戏时的情景，那是十二年以前的事了。艾尔希·莱斯利，就是那位儿童演员，她当时也在波士顿，她和苏立文小姐带我去看她在《王子与乞丐》中的演出。我永远也不会忘记这出感人的小话剧，尤其是悲喜交加的剧情和儿童演员的精彩表演。演出结束后，我被允许到后台见识一下她的王家装束。我得说，你很难找到一个像莱斯利这么惹人喜爱的小孩了，尤其是当她面带微笑，顶着一头如云般飘逸垂肩的金发默默伫立时，你更感到妙不可言。她丝毫没有流露出胆怯或者疲惫的迹象，尽管她所面对的是台下的一大群观众。那时我只是刚开始学习讲话，于是我预先把“莱斯利”的名字重复了一遍又一遍，直到我能通顺自如地说出口。想象一下，当她听懂了我对她说的几个词语，并且毫不犹豫地伸出手来向我问候时，这该是多么令人高兴的事啊。
Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitations touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.
因此，难道不可以这样说——我的生命正是带着它所有的局限性，从许多角度来感受世间万物之美的吗？每一种事物都有它的神奇之处，即使像黑暗和寂静这样的事也不例外。而且，我已经领悟到了生活的真谛，所以无论身处何境，我都会欣然面对。
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life's shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the way. Fain would I question his imperious decree, for my heart is still undisciplined and passionate; but my tongue will not utter the bitter, futile words that rise to my lips, and they fall back into my heart like unshed tears. Silence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, "There is joy in self-forgetfulness." So I try to make the light in others' eyes my sun, the music in others' ears my symphony, the smile on others' lips my happiness.
有时候，一种与世隔绝的无助感也会将我裹挟，如同将我抛进一股寒冷的雾霭当中，我孤独地坐在那道关闭的生命之门面前苦苦等待。门的那一边有光明，有乐音，有甜蜜的友情；但是我却无法进入。苦难、沉寂、冷酷的命运之手将我挡在门外。于是，我不得不对它（命运）那专横的天条质疑，因为我仍有一颗恣肆昂扬而充满激情的心。但是，我的舌头将不会发出苦难的声音。当徒劳的话语到达嘴边的时候，它们就会像尚未流出的眼泪一样再次退却到我的心房，无边的寂静压在我的心头。这时希望就会微笑着窃窃私语：“喜悦存在于忘我之中。”于是，我努力把我心中的太阳照耀进别人的眼中，把我心中的交响乐在别人的耳中奏响，把我的快乐镌刻在别人的脸庞上。
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