Question

《呼啸山庄》令人印象最深刻的内容?

Answer 1

呼啸山庄，其实是一个成长与背叛的故事。
成长本身，就意味着对纯美童年的背叛，和对丑陋成人世界的妥协。凯瑟琳心神不定地跨过了那道门，而希斯克利夫却始终执拗地停留在门外。
当凯瑟琳已经认识到身世不明且一无所有的希斯克利夫绝非结婚的对象，很清醒地说出“嫁给希斯克利夫就有损我的身分了”，那一刻，她已经暂时地脱离了疯野任性的童年时代，变成个理智世故的成年女人。 而希斯克利夫，那个在所有人眼中都坏得像魔鬼的希斯克利夫，他的灵魂深处永远是那个无拘无束的吉普赛儿童。他根本拒绝凯瑟琳那些成人世界的“理由”，在他心目中的凯瑟琳，永远是那个跟他一起到处去闯祸的野丫头小凯西。他的逻辑简单无比：如果天堂没有凯瑟琳，那么天堂就是地狱；如果地狱里有了凯瑟琳，地狱就是他的天堂！凯瑟琳嫁给林顿之后，我相信她的天性是抵触这种生存态度的。当希刺克利夫回来后展开了一系列报复行动时，凯瑟琳最终爆发式地认为自己被生活折磨过了头。也许她并不后悔，她只是绝望，因为无论她做什么努力，都驱逐不了她和她爱的人所受的苦难。她曾说：“在这个世界上，我的最大的悲痛就是希刺克厉夫的悲痛，而且我从一开始就注意并且感受到了，在我的生活中，他是我思想的中心。如果别的一切都毁灭了，而他还留下来，我就能继续活下去，如果别的一切都留下来，而他给消灭了，这个世界对于我将成为一个极陌生的地方。”
在希刺克利夫心理，是埃德加夺走了凯瑟琳，在他重新回到呼啸山庄后他开始了他残酷的报复。然而是这样吗？埃德加夺走了凯瑟琳？住了5个星期后的凯瑟琳有了2点最为明显的变化，首先，凯瑟琳“懂得无理是可羞的”，“不愿意表现出她粗鲁的一面”，并以此保持了和埃德加的关系，取得了画眉田庄的好感；其次，“她对旧日喜爱的事物保持一种古怪的恋恋不舍之情；甚至希刺克厉夫也为她所喜爱，始终不变。年轻的林惇，尽管有他那一切优越之处，却发觉难以给她留下同等深刻的印象。”凯瑟琳不再和希刺克利夫站在同一条战线上了，她总是试图调和希刺克利夫和埃德加之间的矛盾。至于希刺克利夫，也发生了变化，“那时他十六岁了，相貌不丑，智力也不差，他却偏要想法表现出里里外外都让人讨厌的印象，自然他现在的模样并没留下任何痕迹。”“他学了一套萎靡不振的走路样子和一种不体面的神气；他天生的沉默寡言的性情扩大成为一种几乎是痴呆的、过分不通人情的坏脾气。”
　　
　　凯瑟琳失去了童年，因为她开始理智的思考自己的命运，她知道自己不可能永远和希刺克利夫在一起，像孩童时那样，她要面对的是未来，而希刺克利夫没有未来。两个曾经站在一起的朋友彼此失去了对方，凯瑟琳知道文明是好的，但是那并不能带给她快乐，她在另一个世界里是“假的”，在荒野里长大的凯瑟琳不习惯文弱的脆弱的埃德加，在另一个世界里凯瑟琳背叛了自己的生活，她怀念以前的日子，怀念有一个骄傲地和她站在一起的小男孩，他把她当做自己，他们之间没有礼节和规范，只有真诚的相对。在呼啸山庄里，往日的和谐和快乐没有了，由于辛德雷，希刺克利夫没有了上进的机会，希刺克利夫自己放弃了自己，但是他还有一线希望，那就是凯瑟琳没有放弃他。希刺克利夫的自暴自弃建立在他的自卑之上。在他们的爱情中，甚至是在希刺克利夫出走的雷雨交加的夜晚，他们都未曾面对过未来，既然过去的生活已经回不去了，那么，爱应该建立在什么基础之上？凯瑟琳这时暴露了她的软弱性，她“爱” 埃德加，可是，她又说：“你难道从来没想到，如果希刺克厉夫和我结婚了，我们就得作乞丐吗？而如果我嫁给林惇，我就能帮助希刺克厉夫高升，并且把他安置在我哥哥无权过问的地位。”凯瑟琳这样来面对自己的爱情，而希刺克利夫则选择了逃避，因为他无法面对。这一年凯瑟琳15岁，希刺克利夫16岁。假如注意他们的年龄，我们会发现，他们还只是孩子。他们的爱建立在凯瑟琳12岁之前，他们在童年找到了共同的快乐，但是从凯瑟琳从画眉田庄回到呼啸山庄开始，他们的爱就无处附丽了，但这种爱还在延伸，基于不快乐的生活（是封闭和生活把他们紧紧压在了一起），基于美好的想象。这想象的过程是漫长的，尤其是在希刺克利夫离开的3年里，我们也可以想象一下，是怎样的生活让两个人对这爱念念不忘？在三年没有见面的两个孩子之间，可以保存下来的是什么？ 凯瑟琳终于死去了，这一年，凯瑟琳19岁，希刺克利夫20岁。
然而故事并没有结束，凯瑟琳死后的希刺克利夫十分不讨人喜欢，他的疯狂的报复似乎是无止无休的，小林惇、小凯瑟琳、小哈里顿……这就是爱么？由爱而生的恨？他究竟更爱凯瑟琳，还是更恨这个世界？他是在为凯瑟琳而报复，还是在为自己而报复？他更爱凯瑟琳（真实的凯瑟琳），还是更爱自己（他要“凯瑟琳”永远只属于他一个人，留在他自己的世界里）？你是我，我是你的意思是“假如我是流向洼地沼泽的水，你也绝对不能向大海流去吗？”呼啸山庄是封闭的，希刺克利夫狂热的坚信自己的爱，坚信凯瑟琳对自己的爱，那么，这种极端的狂热就是极端的爱吗？他和凯瑟琳的爱在本质上是一致的吗？当希刺克利夫只能成为乞丐时，凯瑟琳选择了离开，并为此而负罪，小小的呼啸山庄内一切竟然都是这么绝对！

Answer 2

很喜欢这一段“我并不愿意你受的苦比我受的还大，希刺克厉夫。我只愿我们永远不分离：如果我有一句话使你今后难过，想想我在地下也感到一样的难过，看在我自己的份上，饶恕我吧！过来，再跪下去！你一生从来没有伤害过我。是啊，如果你生了气，那今后你想起你的气愤就要比想起我那些粗暴的话更难受！你不肯再过来吗？来呀！” 希刺克厉夫走到她椅子背后，向前探身，却让她看不见他那因激动而变得发青的脸。她回过头望他；他不许她看；他突然转身，走到炉边，站在那儿，沉默着，背对着我们。林敦夫人的目光疑惑不解地跟着他：每一个动作在她心里都唤起一种新的感情。在一阵沉默和长久的凝视之后，她又讲话了；带着愤慨的失望声调对我说—— “啊，你瞧，耐莉，他都不肯暂时发发慈悲好让我躲开坟墓。我就是这样被人爱啊！好吧，没关系。那不是我的希刺克厉夫。我还是要爱我那个；我带着他：他是在我灵魂里。而且，”她沉思地又说，“使我最厌烦的到底还是这个破碎的牢狱，我不愿意被关在这儿了。我多想躲避到那个愉快的世界里，永远在那儿：不是泪眼模糊地看到它，不是在痛楚的心境中渴望着它；可是真的跟它在一起，在它里面。耐莉，你以为你比我好些，幸运些；完全健康有力：你为我难过——不久这就要改变了。我要为你们难过。我将要无可比拟地超越你们，在你们所有的人之上。我奇怪他不肯挨近我？”她自言自语地往下说，“我以为他是愿意的。希刺克厉夫，亲爱的！ 现在你不该沉着脸。到我这儿来呀，希刺克厉夫。” 她异常激动地站起身来，身子靠着椅子的扶手。听了那真挚的乞求，他转身向她，神色是完全不顾一切了。他睁大着双眼，含着泪水，终于猛地向她一闪，胸口激动地起伏着。他们各自站住一刹那，然后我简直没看清他们是怎么合在一起的，只见凯瑟琳向前一跃，他就把她擒住了，他们拥抱得紧紧的，我想我的女主人绝不会被活着放开了：事实上，据我看，她仿佛立刻就不省人事了。他投身到最近处的椅子上，我赶忙走上前看看她是不是昏迷了，他就对我咬牙切齿，像个疯狗似的吐着白沫，带着贪婪的嫉妒神色把她抱紧。我简直不觉得我是在陪着一个跟我同类的动物：看来即使我跟他说话，他也不会懂；因此我只好非常惶惑地站开，也不吭声。 凯瑟琳动弹了一下，这才使我立刻放了心：她伸出手搂住他的脖子，他抱住她，她把脸紧贴着他的脸；他回报给她无数疯狂的爱抚，又狂乱地说—— “你现在才使我明白你曾经多么残酷——残酷又虚伪。你过去为什么瞧不起我呢？你为什么欺骗你自己的心呢，凯蒂？我没有一句安慰的话。这是你应得的。你害死了你自己。是的，你可以亲吻我，哭，又逼出我的吻和眼泪：我的吻和眼泪要摧残你——要诅咒你。你爱过我——那么你有什么权利离开我呢？有什么权利——回答我——对林敦存那种可怜的幻想？因为悲惨、耻辱和死亡，以及上帝或撒旦①所能给的一切打击和痛苦都不能把我们分开，而你，却出于你自己的心意，这样作了。我没有弄碎你的心——是你弄碎了的；而在弄碎它的时候，你把我的心也弄碎了。因为我是强壮的，对于我就格外苦。我还要活吗？那将是什么样的生活，当你—— 希刺克厉夫 我认为应该译成 希思克利夫I'm not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life. Nay, if you nurse anger, that will be worse to remember than my harsh words! Won't you come here again? Do!' Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far as to let her see his face, which was livid with emotion. She bent round to look at him; he would not permit it: turning abruptly, he walked to the fireplace, where he stood, silent, with his back towards us. Mrs Linton's glance followed him suspiciously: every movement woke a new sentiment in her. After a pause and a prolonged gaze, she resumed; addressing me in accents of indignant disappointment-- `Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave. That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul. And', added she, musingly, `the thing that irks me most in this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired, tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it. Nelly, you think you are better and more fortunate than I; in full health and strength: you are sorry for me--very soon that will be altered. I shall be sorry for you. I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all. I wonder he won't be near me!' She went on to herself. `I thought he wished it. Heathcliff, dear! you should not be sullen now. Do come to me, Heathcliff.' In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair. At that earnest appeal he turned to her, looking absolutely desperate. His eyes, wide and wet, at last flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved convulsively. An instant they held asunder, and then how they met I hardly saw, but Catherine made a spring, and he caught her, and they were locked in an embrace from which I thought my mistress would never be released alive: in fact, to my eyes, she seemed directly insensible. He flung himself into the nearest seat, and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog, and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy. I did not feel as if I were in the company of a creature of my own species: it appeared that he would not understand, though I spoke to him; so I stood off, and held my tongue, in great perplexity. A movement of Catherine's relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her cheek to his as he held her; while he, in return, covering her with frantic caresses, said wildly-- `You teach me now how cruel you've been--cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and ring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you--they'll damn you. You loved me--then what right had you to leave me? What right--answer me--for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart--you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you--oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?' `Let me alone. let me alone,' sobbed Catherine. `If I have done wrong, I'm dying for it. It is enough! You left me too: but I won't upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!' `It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. `Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?' They were silent--their faces hid against each other, and washed by each other's tears. At least, I suppose the weeping was on both sides; as it seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasion like this. I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away, the man whom I had sent off returned from his errand, and I could distinguish, by the shine of the westering sun up the valley, a concourse thickening outside Gimmerton chapel porch. `Service is over,' I announced. `My master will be here in half an hour.' Heathcliff groaned a curse, and strained Catherine closer: she never moved. Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards the kitchen wing. Mr Linton was not far behind; he opened the gate himself and sauntered slowly up, probably enjoying the lovely afternoon that breathed as soft as summer. `Now he is here,' I exclaimed. `For Heaven's sake, hurry down! You'll not meet anyone on the front stairs. Do be quick; and stay among the trees till he is fairly in.' `I must go, Cathy,' said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate himself from his companion's arms. `But if I live, I'll see you again before you are asleep. I won't stray five yards from your window.' `You must not go!' she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength allowed. `You shall not, I tell you.'