Chapter XX

类别:文学名著 作者:海伦·凯勒 本章:Chapter XX

    truggle for admission to college er Radcliffe  best t I sudy anot , til t my dream of going to college was realized.

    I remember my first day at Radcliffe. It erest for me. I o it for years.

    A potent force ronger tronger even t, o try my strengtandards of t tacles in t I o overcome taken to  t;to be banis to live outside of Rome.quot; Debarred from t o make try by unfrequented roads--t  in college toucruggling like me.

    I began my studies y and lig y to knos people, scenery, manners, joys, tragedies sangible interpreters of ture- of t and t t of  going to tell anybody.

    But I soon discovered t college  quite tic lyceum I  ed my young inexperience became beautifully less and quot;faded into t of common day.”

    Gradually I began to find t tages in going to college.

    t and still feel most is lack of time. I used to ime to to reflect, my mind and I. e  togeten to t, ouc c until t. But in college time to commune s. One goes to college to learn, it seems, not to ters tals of learning, one leaves t pleasures--solitude, books and imagination--outside  to find some comfort in t t I am laying up treasures for future enjoyment, but I am improvident enougo prefer present joy to  a rainy day.

    My studies t year ure. In t and Sainte-Beuve, and in tory from to teentury, and in Engliserature studied critically Miltons poems and quot;Areopagitica.”

    I am frequently asked ions under e as if elepures are spelled into my y of turer is lost to me in t to keep in t of a en miss. But in t I do not take notes. If tting  pell-mell speed, I s ttention to t under consideration or t is presented. I cannot make notes during tures, because my ening. Usually I jot do e ticisms and ests, tions, on my typeer, so t ty in finding out tle I knoin prosody, I devised and explained to my professor a system of signs indicating t meters and quantities.

    I use typeer. I ried many mac adapted to type stles can be used, and one can tles, eac set of cers--Greek, Frencical, according to ting one ypeer. it it, I doubt if I could go to college.

    Very feed for to o my ly I need more time to prepare my lessons t takes longer, and I ies tention I must give to details c, and t t I must spend ers,  I soon recover my buoyancy and laugent out of my . For, after all, every one rue kno climb ty alone, and since to t, I must zigzag it in my oimes, I fall, I stand still, I run against tacles, I lose my temper and find it again and keep it better, I trudge on, I gain a little, I feel encouraged, I get more eager and climb o see truggle is a victory. One more effort and I reac alitution for truction of t for me many of t. tfulness  to me they can ever know.

    Last year, my second year at Radcliffe, I studied Englision, tion, ts of America and Europe, tin comedy. tion est. It ures eresting, vivacious, ty; for tructor, Mr. Coil terature in all its original fres ted to drink in ternal beauty of ters  needless interpretation or exposition. You revel in ts. You enjoy  testament, forgetting tence of Ja you ;a glimpse of t perfection in al ruty bearing a ne stem of time.”

    t because I am studying subjects t especially interest me, economics, Elizabeterature, Stredge, and tory of Pers o traditions of remote ages and ot, w reason.

    But college is not t it  meet t and to face; one does not even feel touc is true; but t extract t and analyze t ation. Many sc, it seems to me, t our enjoyment of t erature depends more upon tanding. trouble is t very feions stick in ts overripe fruit. It is possible to kno and stem and all, and all t to ion of tiently, quot;ions and ; t like blind birds beating tual  mean to object to a t only to terminable comments and beicisms t teac one t redge interprets er said, it is quot;as if new sig; .

    times o learn; for taxed mind cannot enjoy treasure it  test cost. It is impossible, I to read in one day

    four or five different books in different languages and treating of  subjects, and not lose sigten tests and examinations, ones brain becomes encumbered  of co be little use. At t time my mind is so full of erogeneous matter t I almost despair of ever being able to put it in order. er t  my ones, and o escape ts pursue me, until I wis I migo worship.

    But tions are times and cast te t, yet til like Bob Acres I feel my courage oozing out at my finger ends. take place are spent in cramming your mind ic formula and indigestible dates--unpalatable diets, until you he sea.

    At last t t time to call to your standard ts t  supreme effort. It oo often t your trumpet call is un is most perplexing and exasperating t just at t ies take to ts you e trouble invariably fail you at a pinch.

    quot;Give a brief account of ;  did rangely familiar. You ransack your budget of oric facts muc for a bit of silk in a rag-bag. You are sure it is some tion. But ions, scems of government; but  all t on tion paper. In desperation you seize t and dump everyt, and te t, unconscious of tastrop upon you.

    Just tor informs you t time is up. itense disgust you kick to a corner and go ionary sco abolis of professors to ask questions  t of tioned.

    It comes over me t in t ter I urn t me. Aaprutting about before me, pointing to tones and t tly tmospling, tumbling ideas I live in t I  t on a deliberate air to say t my ideas of college have changed.

    Radcliffe ill in ture, t; but in transition from romantic to actual I  tried t. One of tience, ion as ake a ry, leisurely, our minds ably open to impressions of every sort. Sucidal . quot;Kno; Rato o knorue ends from false, and lofty to knos and deeds t o feel t -ty turies; and if one does not feel in tions a riving, one must indeed be deaf to the harmonies of life.


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