《the world i live in-海伦·凯勒自传(英文版)》海伦·凯勒自传(英文版)-第14章

immensity。
Move　me　along　constantly　over　water；　water；　nothing　but　water；　and　you
give　me　the　solitude；　the　vastness　of　ocean　which　fills　the　eye。　I　have
been　in　a　little　sail…boat　on　the　sea；　when　the　rising　tide　swept　it
toward　the　shore。　May　I　not　understand　the　poet"s　figure：　〃The　green　of
spring　overflows　the　earth　like　a　tide〃？　I　have　felt　the　flame　of　a
candle　blow　and　flutter　in　the　breeze。　May　I　not；　then；　say：　〃Myriads　of
fireflies　flit　hither　and　thither　in　the　dew…wet　grass　like　little
fluttering　tapers〃？
bine　the　endless　space　of　air；　the　sun"s　warmth；　the　clouds　that　are
described　to　my　understanding　spirit；　the　frequent　breaking　through　the
soil　of　a　brook　or　the　expanse　of　the　wind…ruffled　lake；　the　tactual
undulation　of　the　hills；　which　I　recall　when　I　am　far　away　from　them；
the　towering　trees　upon　trees　as　I　walk　by　them；　the　bearings　that　I　try
to　keep　while　others　tell　me　the　directions　of　the　various　points　of　the
scenery；　and　you　will　begin　to　feel　surer　of　my　mental　landscape。　The
utmost　bound　to　which　my　thought　will　go　with　clearness　is　the　horizon
of　my　mind。　From　this　horizon　I　imagine　the　one　which　the　eye　marks。
Touch　cannot　bridge　distance；……it　is　fit　only　for　the　contact　of
surfaces；……but　thought　leaps　the　chasm。　For　this　reason　I　am　able　to　use
words　descriptive　of　objects　distant　from　my　senses。　I　have　felt　the
rondure　of　the　infant"s　tender　form。　I　can　apply　this　perception　to　the
landscape　and　to　the　far…off　hills。
ANALOGIES　IN　SENSE　PERCEPTION
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ANALOGIES　IN　SENSE　PERCEPTION
I　HAVE　not　touched　the　outline　of　a　star　nor　the　glory　of　the　moon；　but
I　believe　that　God　has　set　two　lights　in　mind；　the　greater　to　rule　by
day　and　the　lesser　by　night；　and　by　them　I　know　that　I　am　able　to
navigate　my　life…bark；　as　certain　of　reaching　the　haven　as　he　who　steers
by　the　North　Star。　Perhaps　my　sun　shines　not　as　yours。　The　colours　that
glorify　my　world；　the　blue　of　the　sky；　the　green　of　the　fields；　may　not
correspond　exactly　with　those　you　delight　in；　but　they　are　none　the　less
colour　to　me。　The　sun　does　not　shine　for　my　physical　eyes；　nor　does　the
lightning　flash；　nor　do　the　trees　turn　green　in　the　spring；　but　they
have　not　therefore　ceased　to　exist；　any　more　than　the　landscape　is
annihilated　when　you　turn　your　back　on　it。
I　understand　how　scarlet　can　differ　from　crimson　because　I　know　that　the
smell　of　an　orange　is　not　the　smell　of　a　grape…fruit。　I　can　also
conceive　that　colours　have　shades；　and　guess　what　shades　are。　In　smell
and　taste　there　are　varieties　not　broad　enough　to　be　fundamental；　so　I
call　them　shades。　There　are　half　a　dozen　roses　near　me。　They　all　have
the　unmistakable　rose　scent；　yet　my　nose　tells　me　that　they　are　not　the
same。　The　American　Beauty　is　distinct　from　the　Jacqueminot　and　La
France。　Odours　in　certain　grasses　fade　as　really　to　my　sense　as　certain
colours　do　to　yours　in　the　sun。　The　freshness　of　a　flower　in　my　hand　is
analogous　to　the　freshness　I　taste　in　an　apple　newly　picked。　I　make　use
of　analogies　like　these　to　enlarge　my　conceptions　of　colours。　Some
analogies　which　I　draw　between　qualities　in　surface　and　vibration；　taste
and　smell；　are　drawn　by　others　between　sight；　hearing；　and　touch。　This
fact　encourages　me　to　persevere；　to　try　and　bridge　the　gap　between　the
eye　and　the　hand。
Certainly　I　get　far　enough　to　sympathize　with　the　delight　that　my　kind
feel　in　beauty　they　see　and　harmony　they　hear。　This　bond　between
humanity　and　me　is　worth　keeping；　even　if　the　idea　on　which　I　base　it
prove　erroneous。
Sweet；　beautiful　vibrations　exist　for　my　touch；　even　though　they　travel
through　other　substances　than　air　to　reach　me。　So　I　imagine　sweet；
delightful　sounds；　and　the　artistic　arrangement　of　them　which　is　called
music；　and　I　remember　that　they　travel　through　the　air　to　the　ear；
conveying　impressions　somewhat　like　mine。　I　also　know　what　tones　are；
since　they　are　perceptible　tactually　in　a　voice。　Now；　heat　varies
greatly　in　the　sun；　in　the　fire；　in　hands；　and　in　the　fur　of　animals；
indeed；　there　is　such　a　thing　for　me　as　a　cold　sun。　So　I　think　of　the
varieties　of　light　that　touch　the　eye；　cold　and　warm；　vivid　and　dim；
soft　and　glaring；　but　always　light；　and　I　imagine　their　passage　through
the　air　to　an　extensive　sense；　instead　of　to　a　narrow　one　like　touch。
From　the　experience　I　have　had　with　voices　I　guess　how　the　eye
distinguishes　shades　in　the　midst　of　light。　While　I　read　the　lips　of　a
woman　whose　voice　is　soprano；　I　note　a　low　tone　or　a　glad　tone　in　the
midst　of　a　high；　flowing　voice。　When　I　feel　my　cheeks　hot；　I　know　that　I
am　red。　I　have　talked　so　much　and　read　so　much　about　colours　that
through　no　will　of　my　own　I　attach　meanings　to　them；　just　as　all　people
attach　certain　meanings　to　abstract　terms　like　hope；　idealism；
monotheism；　intellect；　which　cannot　be　represented　truly　by　visible
objects；　but　which　are　understood　from　analogies　between　immaterial
concepts　and　the　ideas　they　awaken　of　external　things。　The　force　of
association　drives　me　to　say　that　white　is　exalted　and　pure；　green　is
exuberant；　red　suggests　love　or　shame　or　strength。　Without　the　colour　or
its　equivalent；　life　to　me　would　be　dark；　barren；　a　vast　blackness。
Thus　through　an　inner　law　of　pleteness　my　thoughts　are　not　permitted
to　remain　colourless。　It　strains　my　mind　to　separate　colour　and　sound
from　objects。　Since　my　education　began　I　have　always　had　things
described　to　me　with　their　colours　and　sounds　by　one　with　keen　senses
and　a　fine　feeling　for　the　significant。　Therefore　I　habitually　think　of
things　as　coloured　and　resonant。　Habit　accounts　for　part。　The　soul　sense
accounts　for　another　part。　The　brain　with　its　five…sensed　construction
asserts　its　right　and　accounts　for　the　rest。　Inclusive　of　all；　the　unity
of　the　world　demands　that　colour　be　kept　in　it；　whether　I　have
cognizance　of　it　or　not。　Rather　than　be　shut　out；　I　take　part　in　it　by
discussing　it；　imagining　it；　happy　in　the　happiness　of　those　near　me
who　gaze　at　the　lovely　hues　of　the　sunset　or　the　rainbow。
My　hand　has　its　share　in　this　multiple　knowledge；　but　it　must　never　be
forgotten　that　with　the　fingers　I　see　only　a　very