《the world i live in-海伦·凯勒自传(英文版)》海伦·凯勒自传(英文版)-第1章

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Title：　The　World　I　Live　In
Author：　Helen　Keller
* * * * *
TO
HENRY　H。　ROGERS
MY　DEAR　FRIEND　OF
MANY　YEARS
PREFACE
The　essays　and　the　poem　in　this　book　appeared　originally　in　the　〃Century
Magazine；〃　the　essays　under　the　titles　〃A　Chat　About　the　Hand；〃　〃Sense
and　Sensibility；〃　and　〃My　Dreams。〃　Mr。　Gilder　suggested　the　articles；
and　I　thank　him　for　his　kind　interest　and　encouragement。　But　he　must
also　accept　the　responsibility　which　goes　with　my　gratitude。　For　it　is
owing　to　his　wish　and　that　of　other　editors　that　I　talk　so　much　about
myself。
Every　book　is　in　a　sense　autobiographical。　But　while　other
self…recording　creatures　are　permitted　at　least　to　seem　to　change　the
subject；　apparently　nobody　cares　what　I　think　of　the　tariff；　the
conservation　of　our　natural　resources；　or　the　conflicts　which　revolve
about　the　name　of　Dreyfus。　If　I　offer　to　reform　the　education　system　of
the　world；　my　editorial　friends　say；　〃That　is　interesting。　But　will　you
please　tell　us　what　idea　you　had　of　goodness　and　beauty　when　you　were
six　years　old？〃　First　they　ask　me　to　tell　the　life　of　the　child　who　is
mother　to　the　woman。　Then　they　make　me　my　own　daughter　and　ask　for　an
account　of　grown…up　sensations。　Finally　I　am　requested　to　write　about　my
dreams；　and　thus　I　bee　an　anachronical　grandmother；　for　it　is　the
special　privilege　of　old　age　to　relate　dreams。　The　editors　are　so　kind
that　they　are　no　doubt　right　in　thinking　that　nothing　I　have　to　say
about　the　affairs　of　the　universe　would　be　interesting。　But　until　they
give　me　opportunity　to　write　about　matters　that　are　not…me；　the　world
must　go　on　uninstructed　and　unreformed；　and　I　can　only　do　my　best　with
the　one　small　subject　upon　which　I　am　allowed　to　discourse。
In　〃The　Chant　of　Darkness〃　I　did　not　intend　to　set　up　as　a　poet。　I
thought　I　was　writing　prose；　except　for　the　magnificent　passage　from　Job
which　I　was　paraphrasing。　But　this　part　seemed　to　my　friends　to　separate
itself　from　the　exposition；　and　I　made　it　into　a　kind　of　poem。
H。　K。
CONTENTS
CHAPTER　I
PAGE
THE　SEEING　HAND 3
CHAPTER　II
THE　HANDS　OF　OTHERS 19
CHAPTER　III
THE　HAND　OF　THE　RACE 33
CHAPTER　IV
THE　POWER　OF　TOUCH 45
CHAPTER　V
THE　FINER　VIBRATIONS 63
CHAPTER　VI
SMELL；　THE　FALLEN　ANGEL 77
CHAPTER　VII
RELATIVE　VALUES　OF　THE　SENSES 95
CHAPTER　VIII
THE　FIVE…SENSED　WORLD 103
CHAPTER　IX
INWARD　VISIONS 115
CHAPTER　X
ANALOGIES　IN　SENSE　PERCEPTION 129
CHAPTER　X
BEFORE　THE　SOUL　DAWN 141
CHAPTER　XII
THE　LARGER　SANCTIONS 153
CHAPTER　XIII
THE　DREAM　WORLD 169
CHAPTER　XIV
DREAMS　AND　REALITY 195
CHAPTER　XV
A　WAKING　DREAM 209
A　CHANT　OF　DARKNESS 229
ILLUSTRATIONS
HELEN　KELLER　IN　HER　STUDY _Frontispiece_
THE　MEDALLION _Facing　page_　22
〃LISTENING〃　TO　THE　TREES 〃 〃 70
THE　LITTLE　BOY　NEXT　DOOR 〃 〃 120
THE　SEEING　HAND
I
THE　SEEING　HAND
I　HAVE　just　touched　my　dog。　He　was　rolling　on　the　grass；　with　pleasure
in　every　muscle　and　limb。　I　wanted　to　catch　a　picture　of　him　in　my
fingers；　and　I　touched　him　as　lightly　as　I　would　cobwebs；　but　lo；　his
fat　body　revolved；　stiffened　and　solidified　into　an　upright　position；
and　his　tongue　gave　my　hand　a　lick！　He　pressed　close　to　me；　as　if　he
were　fain　to　crowd　himself　into　my　hand。　He　loved　it　with　his　tail；　with
his　paw；　with　his　tongue。　If　he　could　speak；　I　believe　he　would　say　with
me　that　paradise　is　attained　by　touch；　for　in　touch　is　all　love　and
intelligence。
This　small　incident　started　me　on　a　chat　about　hands；　and　if　my　chat　is
fortunate　I　have　to　thank　my　dog…star。　In　any　case；　it　is　pleasant　to
have　something　to　talk　about　that　no　one　else　has　monopolized；　it　is
like　making　a　new　path　in　the　trackless　woods；　blazing　the　trail　where
no　foot　has　pressed　before。　I　am　glad　to　take　you　by　the　hand　and　lead
you　along　an　untrodden　way　into　a　world　where　the　hand　is　supreme。　But
at　the　very　outset　we　encounter　a　difficulty。　You　are　so　accustomed　to
light；　I　fear　you　will　stumble　when　I　try　to　guide　you　through　the　land
of　darkness　and　silence。　The　blind　are　not　supposed　to　be　the　best　of
guides。　Still；　though　I　cannot　warrant　not　to　lose　you；　I　promise　that
you　shall　not　be　led　into　fire　or　water；　or　fall　into　a　deep　pit。　If
you　will　follow　me　patiently；　you　will　find　that　〃there"s　a　sound　so
fine；　nothing　lives　"twixt　it　and　silence；〃　and　that　there　is　more　meant
in　things　than　meets　the　eye。
My　hand　is　to　me　what　your　hearing　and　sight　together　are　to　you。　In
large　measure　we　travel　the　same　highways；　read　the　same　books；　speak
the　same　language；　yet　our　experiences　are　different。　All　my　ings　and
goings　turn　on　the　hand　as　on　a　pivot。　It　is　the　hand　that　binds　me　to
the　world　of　men　and　women。　The　hand　is　my　f