世界上最优美的散文--人生短篇-第23章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
influence。 if it ennobles； it doe s it grandly； if it demoralizes； it does it devilishly。 it saves or destroys lus tily。 nothing in the world is surer than this。 sow virtue； and the harvest will be virtue。 sow vice； and the harvest will be vice。 good companions help us to so w virtue； evil companions help us to sow vice。
专 心
乔治。埃勒迪斯。雷德尔
乔治。埃勒迪斯。雷德尔（1865—1934），英国记者，新闻事业家。他在本文中对于成 功的秘诀——专心作了深入浅出的描述。
有些人的成功常常让周围的人大『惑』不解，因为他们似乎从来没有工作，或者没有持续很 长时间地工作。他们的成功秘密在于能够专心，因而能够凭借最低限度的明显努力获得最高 限度的成果。爱默生说：“无论是在政治中、战争中、商业中，还是在一切人类事务的处理 中，专心都是成功的秘诀。”
专心是心灵的一种习惯。在专心的能力方面，人们并非生来完全相同，就像在玩台球的 能力方面，大家也不是生来完全相同。但是，每个人都可以把自己的能力朝着某个方向提高 到某种程度。现在是一个专家的时代。要切记，专心不仅对于做事情来说是必需的，对于选 择要做什么样的事情时也的必需的。在当今这个时代，一个人如果不能专心于某一件事情， 就不可能取得卓越的成就。
我们必须记住，对那些还没有习惯于专心的人们，专心真是一项使人心力交瘁的事情。 所以，不要把专心的紧张状态继续太久，应该在适当的时候把注意力松弛一下。也就是说， 专心的习惯是要逐渐养成的。在第一天，可以聚精会神地专心一刻钟，然后逐渐增加，到月 底时可以延长到每天两小时或两小时以上。专心最重要的是把心灵的全部力量集中于当前正 在从事的工作上面。在身心疲乏的时候，一个人不能非常圆满地做到这一点。而对于儿童和 年轻人来说，持续太久的努力对他们还会有所伤害。
concentration
george allardice riddell
the sucomess of some men bewilders those around them because they never seem to work； or to work for any length of time。 their secret is their power to conce ntrate； and thus to obtain the maximum of result with the minimum of apparent ef fort。 “concentration〃； says emerson； “is the secret of sucomess in politics； in war； in trade； in short in all the management of human affairs。〃
concentration is a habit of mind。 men are not born equal in their power of c oncentration any more than in their power of playing billiards。 but up to a poin t every one can improve his powers in every direction。 this is the age of specia lists。 remember that concentration is necessary not only to do things； but to se lect what to do。 in these days no one can achieve great distinction unless he co ncentrates on some one thing。
it must be remembered that concentration is an exhausting mental and physica l business for those who are unacomustomed to it。 therefore； to begin with； the s train should not be too prolonged。 attention should be relaxed for a suitable pe riod。 in other words the habit should be gradually formed。 brisk； vigorous conce ntration for a quarter of an hour on the first day may be gradually expanded int o two hours or more at the end of a month。 the essence of concentration is that the full powers of the mind should be centered on the task in hand。 a tired mind and body cannot acomcplish this to the best advantage； and in the case of child ren and young persons harm may result from too prolonged efforts。
飞蛾之死
弗吉尼亚。伍尔芙
……
然而，虽然他很小，却是一种很简单的能量形式。这种能量从打开的窗口纷至沓来，深 入到我自己和他人头脑里无数狭小复杂的角落，所以他身上有着某种可悲而神奇的东西。好 像有人取来一小滴生命原汁，极其灵巧地为他装上羽翼，叫他来回穿梭飞舞，向我们展示生 命的实质。这种展现十分奇特，叫人难以忘怀。望着他弓腰驼背，受人差遣，被人装扮，身 负重荷，不得不特别小心特别庄严地飞舞，你会忘记一切。另外，你如果想想他生成另一种 样子会怎么生活，就会带着一种怜悯来看待他简单的活动。
过了一会儿，他显然飞累了，落在阳光下的窗台上。奇怪的场面一结束，我也就把他忘 了。后来，我抬起头，目光又被他吸引住了。他想重新飞舞，但显得很僵硬，很笨拙，只能 飞到窗格底下；想飞到窗格上面却没有飞成。我因为注意旁的事情，一时间看到这种种徒劳 的举动也没去细想，下意识地等着他重新飞起来，就像一台机器一时停了，等着它再启动一 样，也不去考虑它停机的原因。大概试飞了7次以后，他在木质窗台上滑了一下，扇动着翅 膀，背着地落到窗沿上。他那无可奈何的样子引起了我的注意。我突然想到他遇到麻烦了。 他自己爬不起来；双腿徒劳地挣扎着。但是，我伸出铅笔想帮他翻身的时候，才想到他飞不 动、身体笨拙，是快要死了。我又把铅笔放下。
他的腿又抽搐了一下。我抬起头来，仿佛要寻找他与之战斗的敌人。我朝门外望去。怎 么回事？想必到了中午，田里没有人干活。静谧与安宁代替了先前的喧闹。白嘴鸦飞到河里 觅食去了。马儿一动不动地站着。但是那种力量依然聚集在外面，冷冷冰冰，对什么都不闻 不问，似乎它在与这个干草『色』的飞蛾作对。做什么都没用，只能眼睁睁地望着小飞蛾的两条 细腿在厄运即将来临之际『乱』踢『乱』蹬。如果愿意，厄运会淹没整个城市，不光是一座城市，还 有大批大批的人；我知道什么也逃不了一死。然而，精疲力竭的飞蛾停了一会儿，又开始蹬 腿，这最后的反抗非常精彩，十分激烈，终于他翻过身来。人的同情心自然都是向着生命的 。而且，虽然没有人在意，没有人知道，这个微不足道的小飞蛾还是拼命地与这么巨大的力 量抗争，保存别人看不起也不愿保留的东西，此情此景会给你一种奇特的感动。同时，你不 知怎么又会看到生命，一滴纯粹的生命。我又拿起铅笔，虽然我知道不管用。但就在我拿着 铅笔的时候，死亡的迹象已经明白无误地表现出来。飞蛾的身体松弛下来，立刻又僵硬了。 抗争结束了。现在微不足道的小生物死了。我打量着死飞蛾，是强大的力量打败这么卑微的 对手，轻易取得了小小的胜利，这不能不让我惊讶。几分钟以前，生命令人奇怪，而现在， 死亡同样令人奇怪。现在飞蛾翻过身来，体面安详地躺着，没有一丝怨言。是啊，他似乎在 说：死亡比我强大。
the death of the moth
virginia woolf
…
yet； because he was so small； and so simple a form of the energy that was ro lling in at the open window and driving its way through so many narrow and intri cate corridors in my own brain and in those of other human beings； there was som ething marvelous as well as pathetic about him。 it was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feat hers； had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life。 thus displayed one could not get over the strangeness of it。 one is apt to forget al l about life； seeing it humped and bossed and garnished and cumbered so that it has to move with the greatest circumspection and dignity。 again； the thought of all that life might have been had he been born in any other shape caused one to view his simple activities with a kind of pity。
after a time； tired by his dancing apparently； he settled on the window ledg e in the sun； and the queer spectacle being at an end； i forgot about him。 then； looking up； my eye was caught by him。 he was trying to resume his dancing； but seemed either so stiff or so awkward that he could only flutter to the bottom of the windowpane； and when he tried to fly across it he failed。 being intent on o ther matters i watched these futile attempts for a time without thinking； uncons ciously waiting for him to resume his flight； as one waits for a machine； that h as stopped momentarily； to strut again without considering the reason for its fa ilure。 after perhaps a seventh attempt he slipped from the wooden ledge and fell ； fluttering his wings； on to his back on the windowsill。 the helplessness of hi s attitude roused me。 it flashed upon me that he was in difficulties； he could n o longer raise himself； his legs straggled vainly。 but； as i stretched out a pen cil； meaning to help him to right himself； it came over me that the failure and awkwardness were the approach of death。 i laid the pencil down again。
the legs agitated themselves once more。 i looked as if for the enemy against which he struggled。 i looked of doors。 what had happened there。 presumably it w as midday； and work in the fields had stopped。 stillness and quiet had replaced the previous animations。 the birds had taken themselves off to feed in the brook s。 the horses stood still。 yet the power was there all the same； massed outside indifferent； impersonal； not attending to anything in particular。 somehow it was opposed to the little haycoloured moth。 it was useless to try to do anything。 one could only watch the extraordinary efforts made by those tiny legs against an oncoming doom which could； had it chosen； have submerged an entire city； not merely a city； but masses of human beings； nothing； i knew； had any chance again st death。 nevertheless after a pause of exhaustion the legs fluttered again。 it was superb this last protest； and so frantic that he sucomeeded at last in righti ng himself。 one's sympathies； of course； were all on the side of life。 also； whe n there was nobody to care or to know； this gigantic effort on the part of an in significant little moth； against a power of such magnitude； to retain what no on e else valued or desired to keep； moved one strangely。 again； somehow； one saw l ife； a pure bead。 i lifted the pencil again； useless though i knew it to be。 but even as i did se； the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves。 the body relaxed； and instantly grew stiff。 the struggle was over。 the insignificant litt le creature now knew death。 as i looked at the dead moth； this minute wayside tr iumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder。 just as life had been strange a few minutes before； so death was now as strange。 the moth having righted himself now lay most de
