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1、【英文文学】New Years DayChapter 1“She was BAD . . . always. They used to meet at the Fifth Avenue Hotel,” said my mother, as if the scene of the offence added to the guilt of the couple whose past she was revealing. Her spectacles slanted on her knitting, she dropped the words in a hiss that might have s
2、inged the snowy baby-blanket which engaged her indefatigable fingers. (It was typical of my mother to be always employed in benevolent actions while she uttered uncharitable words.)“THEY USED TO MEET AT THE FIFTH AVENUE HOTEL”; how the precision of the phrase characterized my old New York! A generat
3、ion later, people would have said, in reporting an affair such as Lizzie Hazeldeans with Henry Prest: “They met in hotels” and today who but a few superannuated spinsters, still feeding on the venom secreted in their youth, would take any interest in the tracing of such topographies?Life has become
4、too telegraphic for curiosity to linger on any given point in a sentimental relation; as old Sillerton Jackson, in response to my mother, grumbled through his perfect “china set”: “Fifth Avenue Hotel? They might meet in the middle of Fifth Avenue nowadays, for all that anybody cares.”But what a floo
5、d of light my mothers tart phrase had suddenly focussed on an unremarked incident of my boyhood!The Fifth Avenue Hotel . . . Mrs. Hazeldean and Henry Prest . . . the conjunction of these names had arrested her darting talk on a single point of my memory, as a search-light, suddenly checked in its gy
6、rations, is held motionless while one notes each of the unnaturally sharp and lustrous images it picks out.At the time I was a boy of twelve, at home from school for the holidays. My mothers mother, Grandmamma Parrett, still lived in the house in West Twenty-third Street which Grandpapa had built in
7、 his pioneering youth, in days when people shuddered at the perils of living north of union Square days that Grandmamma and my parents looked back to with a joking incredulity as the years passed and the new houses advanced steadily Park-ward, outstripping the Thirtieth Streets, taking the Reservoir
8、 at a bound, and leaving us in what, in my school-days, was already a dullish back-water between Aristocracy to the south and Money to the north.Even then fashion moved quickly in New York, and my infantile memory barely reached back to the time when Grandmamma, in lace lappets and creaking moire, u
9、sed to receive on New Years day, supported by her handsome married daughters. As for old Sillerton Jackson, who, once a social custom had dropped into disuse, always affected never to have observed it, he stoutly maintained that the New Years day ceremonial had never been taken seriously except amon
10、g families of Dutch descent, and that that was why Mrs. Henry van der Luyden had clung to it, in a reluctant half-apologetic way, long after her friends had closed their doors on the first of January, and the date had been chosen for those out-of-town parties which are so often used as a pretext for
11、 absence when the unfashionable are celebrating their rites.Grandmamma, of course, no longer received. But it would have seemed to her an exceedingly odd thing to go out of town in winter, especially now that the New York houses were luxuriously warmed by the new hot-air furnaces, and searchingly il
12、luminated by gas chandeliers. No, thank you no country winters for the chilblained generation of prunella sandals and low-necked sarcenet, the generation brought up in unwarmed and unlit houses, and shipped off to die in Italy when they proved unequal to the struggle of living in New York! Therefore
13、 Grandmamma, like most of her contemporaries, remained in town on the first of January, and marked the day by a family reunion, a kind of supplementary Christmas though to us juniors the absence of presents and plum-pudding made it but a pale and moonlike reflection of the Feast.Still, the day was w
14、elcome as a lawful pretext for over-eating, dawdling, and looking out of the window: a Dutch habit still extensively practised in the best New York circles. On the day in question, however, we had not yet placed ourselves behind the plate-glass whence it would presently be so amusing to observe the
15、funny gentlemen who trotted about, their evening ties hardly concealed behind their overcoat collars, darting in and out of chocolate-coloured house-fronts on their sacramental round of calls. We were still engaged in placidly digesting around the ravaged luncheon table when a servant dashed in to s
16、ay that the Fifth Avenue Hotel was on fire.Oh, then the fun began and what fun it was! For Grandmammas house was just opposite the noble edifice of white marble which I associated with such deep-piled carpets, and such a rich sultry smell of anthracite and coffee, whenever I was bidden to “step across” for a messenger-boy, or to buy the evening paper for my elders.The hotel, for all its sober state, was no longer fashionable.
