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1、2. The Rocking Horse Winner by D. H. Lawrence www.world-english.orgThere was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet she had no luck. She married for love, and the love turned to dust. She had bonny children, yet she felt they had been thrust upon her, and she could not l

2、ove them. They looked at her coldly, as if they were finding fault with her. And hurriedly she felt she must cover up some fault in herself. Yet what it was that she must cover up she never knew. Nevertheless, when her children were present, she always felt the centre of her heart go hard. This trou

3、bled her, and in her manner she was all the more gentle and anxious for her children, as if she loved them very much. Only she herself knew that at the centre of her heart was a hard little place that could not feel love, no, not for anybody. Everybody else said of her: “She is such a good mother. S

4、he adores her children.“ Only she herself, and her children themselves, knew it was not so. They read it in each others eyes. There were a boy and two little girls. They lived in a pleasant house, with a garden, and they had discreet servants, and felt themselves superior to anyone in the neighbourh

5、ood. Although they lived in style, they felt always an anxiety in the house. There was never enough money. The mother had a small income, and the father had a small income, but not nearly enough for the social position which they had to keep up. The father went into town to some office. But though h

6、e had good prospects, these prospects never materialised. There was always the grinding sense of the shortage of money, though the style was always kept up. At last the mother said: “I will see if I cant make something.“ But she did not know where to begin. She racked her brains, and tried this thin

7、g and the other, but could not find anything successful. The failure made deep lines come into her face. Her children were growing up, they would have to go to school. There must be more money, there must be more money. The father, who was always very handsome and expensive in his tastes, seemed as

8、if he never would be able to do anything worth doing. And the mother, who had a great belief in herself, did not succeed any better, and her tastes were just as expensive. And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: There must be more money! There must be more money! The children cou

9、ld hear it all the time though nobody said it aloud. They heard it at Christmas, when the expensive and splendid toys filled the nursery. Behind the shining modern rocking-horse, behind the smart dolls house, a voice would start whispering: “There must be more money! There must be more money!“ And t

10、he children would stop playing, to listen for a moment. They would look into each others eyes, to see if they had all heard. And each one saw in the eyes of the other two that they too had heard. “There must be more money! There must be more money!“ It came whispering from the springs of the still-s

11、waying rocking-horse, and even the horse, bending his wooden, champing head, heard it. The big doll, sitting so pink and smirking in her new pram, could hear it quite plainly, and seemed to be smirking all the more self-consciously because of it. The foolish puppy, too, that took the place of the te

12、ddy-bear, he was looking so extraordinarily foolish for no other reason but that he heard the secret whisper all over the house: “There must be more money!“ Yet nobody ever said it aloud. The whisper was everywhere, and therefore no one spoke it. Just as no one ever says: “We are breathing!“ in spit

13、e of the fact that breath is coming and going all the time. “Mother,“ said the boy Paul one day, “why dont we keep a car of our own? Why do we always use uncles, or else a taxi?“ “Because were the poor members of the family,“ said the mother. “But why are we, mother?“ “Well - I suppose,“ she said sl

14、owly and bitterly, “its because your father has no luck.“ The boy was silent for some time. “Is luck money, mother?“ he asked, rather timidly. “No, Paul. Not quite. Its what causes you to have money.“ “Oh!“ said Paul vaguely. “I thought when Uncle Oscar said filthy lucker, it meant money.“ “Filthy l

15、ucre does mean money,“ said the mother. “But its lucre, not luck.“ “Oh!“ said the boy. “Then what is luck, mother?“ “Its what causes you to have money. If youre lucky you have money. Thats why its better to be born lucky than rich. If youre rich, you may lose your money. But if youre lucky, you will

16、 always get more money.“ “Oh! Will you? And is father not lucky?“ “Very unlucky, I should say,“ she said bitterly. The boy watched her with unsure eyes. “Why?“ he asked. “I dont know. Nobody ever knows why one person is lucky and another unlucky.“ “Dont they? Nobody at all? Does nobody know?“ “Perha

17、ps God. But He never tells.“ “He ought to, then. And arent you lucky either, mother?“ “I cant be, it I married an unlucky husband.“ “But by yourself, arent you?“ “I used to think I was, before I married. Now I think I am very unlucky indeed.“ “Why?“ “Well - never mind! Perhaps Im not really,“ she sa

18、id. The child looked at her to see if she meant it. But he saw, by the lines of her mouth, that she was only trying to hide something from him. “Well, anyhow,“ he said stoutly, “Im a lucky person.“ “Why?“ said his mother, with a sudden laugh. He stared at her. He didnt even know why he had said it.

19、“God told me,“ he asserted, brazening it out. “I hope He did, dear!“, she said, again with a laugh, but rather bitter. “He did, mother!“ “Excellent!“ said the mother, using one of her husbands exclamations. The boy saw she did not believe him; or rather, that she paid no attention to his assertion.

20、This angered him somewhere, and made him want to compel her attention. He went off by himself, vaguely, in a childish way, seeking for the clue to luck. Absorbed, taking no heed of other people, he went about with a sort of stealth, seeking inwardly for luck. He wanted luck, he wanted it, he wanted

21、it. When the two girls were playing dolls in the nursery, he would sit on his big rocking-horse, charging madly into space, with a frenzy that made the little girls peer at him uneasily. Wildly the horse careered, the waving dark hair of the boy tossed, his eyes had a strange glare in them. The litt

22、le girls dared not speak to him. When he had ridden to the end of his mad little journey, he climbed down and stood in front of his rocking-horse, staring fixedly into its lowered face. Its red mouth was slightly open, its big eye was wide and glassy-bright. “Now!“ he would silently command the snor

23、ting steed. “Now take me to where there is luck! Now take me!“ And he would slash the horse on the neck with the little whip he had asked Uncle Oscar for. He knew the horse could take him to where there was luck, if only he forced it. So he would mount again and start on his furious ride, hoping at

24、last to get there. “Youll break your horse, Paul!“ said the nurse. “Hes always riding like that! I wish hed leave off!“ said his elder sister Joan. But he only glared down on them in silence. Nurse gave him up. She could make nothing of him. Anyhow, he was growing beyond her. One day his mother and

25、his Uncle Oscar came in when he was on one of his furious rides. He did not speak to them. “Hallo, you young jockey! Riding a winner?“ said his uncle. “Arent you growing too big for a rocking-horse? Youre not a very little boy any longer, you know,“ said his mother. But Paul only gave a blue glare f

26、rom his big, rather close-set eyes. He would speak to nobody when he was in full tilt. His mother watched him with an anxious expression on her face. At last he suddenly stopped forcing his horse into the mechanical gallop and slid down. “Well, I got there!“ he announced fiercely, his blue eyes stil

27、l flaring, and his sturdy long legs straddling apart. “Where did you get to?“ asked his mother. “Where I wanted to go,“ he flared back at her. “Thats right, son!“ said Uncle Oscar. “Dont you stop till you get there. Whats the horses name?“ “He doesnt have a name,“ said the boy. “Gets on without all

28、right?“ asked the uncle. “Well, he has different names. He was called Sansovino last week.“ “Sansovino, eh? Won the Ascot. How did you know this name?“ “He always talks about horse-races with Bassett,“ said Joan. The uncle was delighted to find that his small nephew was posted with all the racing ne

29、ws. Bassett, the young gardener, who had been wounded in the left foot in the war and had got his present job through Oscar Cresswell, whose batman he had been, was a perfect blade of the turf. He lived in the racing events, and the small boy lived with him. Oscar Cresswell got it all from Bassett.

30、“Master Paul comes and asks me, so I cant do more than tell him, sir,“ said Bassett, his face terribly serious, as if he were speaking of religious matters. “And does he ever put anything on a horse he fancies?“ “Well - I dont want to give him away - hes a young sport, a fine sport, sir. Would you m

31、ind asking him himself? He sort of takes a pleasure in it, and perhaps hed feel I was giving him away, sir, if you dont mind. Bassett was serious as a church. The uncle went back to his nephew and took him off for a ride in the car. “Say, Paul, old man, do you ever put anything on a horse?“ the uncl

32、e asked. The boy watched the handsome man closely. “Why, do you think I oughtnt to?“ he parried. “Not a bit of it! I thought perhaps you might give me a tip for the Lincoln.“ The car sped on into the country, going down to Uncle Oscars place in Hampshire. “Honour bright?“ said the nephew. “Honour br

33、ight, son!“ said the uncle. “Well, then, Daffodil.“ “Daffodil! I doubt it, sonny. What about Mirza?“ “I only know the winner,“ said the boy. “Thats Daffodil.“ “Daffodil, eh?“ There was a pause. Daffodil was an obscure horse comparatively. “Uncle!“ “Yes, son?“ “You wont let it go any further, will yo

34、u? I promised Bassett.“ “Bassett be damned, old man! Whats he got to do with it?“ “Were partners. Weve been partners from the first. Uncle, he lent me my first five shillings, which I lost. I promised him, honour bright, it was only between me and him; only you gave me that ten-shilling note I start

35、ed winning with, so I thought you were lucky. You wont let it go any further, will you?“ The boy gazed at his uncle from those big, hot, blue eyes, set rather close together. The uncle stirred and laughed uneasily. “Right you are, son! Ill keep your tip private. How much are you putting on him?“ “Al

36、l except twenty pounds,“ said the boy. “I keep that in reserve.“ The uncle thought it a good joke. “You keep twenty pounds in reserve, do you, you young romancer? What are you betting, then?“ “Im betting three hundred,“ said the boy gravely. “But its between you and me, Uncle Oscar! Honour bright?“

37、“Its between you and me all right, you young Nat Gould,“ he said, laughing. “But wheres your three hundred?“ “Bassett keeps it for me. Were partners.“ “You are, are you! And what is Bassett putting on Daffodil?“ “He wont go quite as high as I do, I expect. Perhaps hell go a hundred and fifty.“ “What

38、, pennies?“ laughed the uncle. “Pounds,“ said the child, with a surprised look at his uncle. “Bassett keeps a bigger reserve than I do.“ Between wonder and amusement Uncle Oscar was silent. He pursued the matter no further, but he determined to take his nephew with him to the Lincoln races. “Now, so

39、n,“ he said, “Im putting twenty on Mirza, and Ill put five on for you on any horse you fancy. Whats your pick?“ “Daffodil, uncle.“ “No, not the fiver on Daffodil!“ “I should if it was my own fiver,“ said the child. “Good! Good! Right you are! A fiver for me and a fiver for you on Daffodil.“ The chil

40、d had never been to a race-meeting before, and his eyes were blue fire. He pursed his mouth tight and watched. A Frenchman just in front had put his money on Lancelot. Wild with excitement, he flayed his arms up and down, yelling “Lancelot!, Lancelot!“ in his French accent. Daffodil came in first, L

41、ancelot second, Mirza third. The child, flushed and with eyes blazing, was curiously serene. His uncle brought him four five-pound notes, four to one. “What am I to do with these?“ he cried, waving them before the boys eyes. “I suppose well talk to Bassett,“ said the boy. “I expect I have fifteen hu

42、ndred now; and twenty in reserve; and this twenty.“ His uncle studied him for some moments. “Look here, son!“ he said. “Youre not serious about Bassett and that fifteen hundred, are you?“ “Yes, I am. But its between you and me, uncle. Honour bright?“ “Honour bright all right, son! But I must talk to

43、 Bassett.“ “If youd like to be a partner, uncle, with Bassett and me, we could all be partners. Only, youd have to promise, honour bright, uncle, not to let it go beyond us three. Bassett and I are lucky, and you must be lucky, because it was your ten shillings I started winning with .“ Uncle Oscar

44、took both Bassett and Paul into Richmond Park for an afternoon, and there they talked. “Its like this, you see, sir,“ Bassett said. “Master Paul would get me talking about racing events, spinning yarns, you know, sir. And he was always keen on knowing if Id made or if Id lost. Its about a year since

45、, now, that I put five shillings on Blush of Dawn for him: and we lost. Then the luck turned, with that ten shillings he had from you: that we put on Singhalese. And since that time, its been pretty steady, all things considering. What do you say, Master Paul?“ “Were all right when were sure,“ said

46、Paul. “Its when were not quite sure that we go down.“ “Oh, but were careful then,“ said Bassett. “But when are you sure?“ smiled Uncle Oscar. “Its Master Paul, sir,“ said Bassett in a secret, religious voice. “Its as if he had it from heaven. Like Daffodil, now, for the Lincoln. That was as sure as

47、eggs.“ “Did you put anything on Daffodil?“ asked Oscar Cresswell. “Yes, sir, I made my bit.“ “And my nephew?“ Bassett was obstinately silent, looking at Paul. “I made twelve hundred, didnt I, Bassett? I told uncle I was putting three hundred on Daffodil.“ “Thats right,“ said Bassett, nodding. “But w

48、heres the money?“ asked the uncle. “I keep it safe locked up, sir. Master Paul he can have it any minute he likes to ask for it.“ “What, fifteen hundred pounds?“ “And twenty! And forty, that is, with the twenty he made on the course.“ “Its amazing!“ said the uncle. “If Master Paul offers you to be p

49、artners, sir, I would, if I were you: if youll excuse me,“ said Bassett. Oscar Cresswell thought about it. “Ill see the money,“ he said. They drove home again, and, sure enough, Bassett came round to the garden-house with fifteen hundred pounds in notes. The twenty pounds reserve was left with Joe Glee, in the Turf Commission deposit. “You see, its all right, uncle, when Im sure! Then we go strong, for all were worth, dont we, Bassett?“ “We do that, Master Paul.“ “And when are you sure?“ said