歐亨利短篇小說英語朗讀
A. 歐亨利的短篇小說提線木偶為什麼叫這個名字是指主人公被命運操控 還是說人們只能看到一個人的表象
歐亨利小說《The Marionettes》（牽線木偶）
作者在文中寫到，「我們看到他們淺顯的行為，知道世上有這樣的人，就如果孩童觀看並評論那些提線木偶。」
指主人公被命運操縱。
B. 歐亨利中英文短篇小說集
愛洋蔥有很多歐亨利中英文短篇小說，而且還是中英雙語的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感興趣可以去網站看看。
《三葉草和棕櫚樹》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回憶了克蘭西從一位暴君的魔掌中逃脫的故事。
《失語漫遊》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一覺醒來發現自己失憶了，你會怎麼辦？歐·亨利的《失語漫遊》講述的正是一個失憶者的故事。一位成天鑽研法律的名律師，幾乎與娛樂絕緣，他的生活可謂了無生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起來：他帶著巨款，在客車上失憶了！接下來他該何去何從？且看歐·亨利如何將一個成功男士失憶後的心理、生活狀態寫得惟妙惟肖！
《黃狗自傳》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
動物會寫文章？動物會用語言表達自己？一隻黃狗會有怎樣的傾訴欲。歐·亨利短篇小說《黃狗自傳》，以一隻黃狗為第一人稱，講述一隻狗的日常生活
《恭賀佳節》Compliments of the Season
流浪漢、布娃娃、百元大鈔、百萬富翁、聖誕佳節這看似風馬牛不相及的一切到底有何關聯？走進歐·亨利千回百轉、光怪陸離、驚奇不斷的奇妙小說世界，《恭賀佳節》即將向您揭曉滿意的答案。
《巴格達之雞》A Bird of Bagdad
一個謎語引發了一群人的思考，歐·亨利似的結尾總能在最後讓讀者恍然大悟，又或者啞然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一個小伙，小夥子為了取得參加心上人生日宴會的資格，正在為一個謎語而困惑不已。
《沒有結局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描寫了一位每周只掙五美圓的貧窮女工達爾西在闊佬的誘惑下，雖一時動搖但最終拒絕。她復雜的內心世界被真實的表現出來。
《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一個玩笑引發的故事，讀來詼諧幽默又意味深長。小說的結尾是典型的「歐·亨利式
的結尾」，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美國駐科拉里奧領事約翰收到了來自家鄉的一封信，咨詢關於來科拉里奧開鞋店是否可行。出於消遣，他回信說這里急需一家鞋店。實際情況則是，這個三千多人的小鎮沒有幾個人願受穿鞋之苦。沒想到，真的有人變賣了家產，滿懷希望載著鞋子來了，而這個人竟然還是約翰心上人的父親……
《閃光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以為是的騙子自作聰明卻弄巧成拙，有勇無謀的將軍無心插柳卻誤打誤撞狠狠地捉弄了騙子。世事難料，往往事與願違，是造化弄人，還是萬事皆有因？歐·亨利的短篇小說《閃光的金子》向我們講述了這樣一個荒謬的幽默諷喻故事。
C. 《歐·亨利短篇小說選》pdf下載在線閱讀全文，求百度網盤雲資源
《歐·亨利短篇小說選》（[美] 歐·亨利）電子書網盤下載免費在線閱讀
鏈接: https://pan..com/s/1W1uqGYg02HUQhfJyVXD5-w
書名：歐·亨利短篇小說選
作者：[美] 歐·亨利
譯者：王楫
豆瓣評分：8.5
出版社：譯林出版社
出版年份：2010-12-1
頁數：293
內容簡介：
歐·亨利是20世紀初期美國著名短篇小說家,發表了近三百篇短篇小說,作品內容貼近群眾生活,篇幅短小精悍,情節引人入勝,語言富於藝術表現力,甚為讀者喜愛,他被譽為「美國的莫泊桑」。他的一些名篇,如《賢人的禮物》(舊譯《麥琪的禮物》)、《警察和贊美詩》、《最後一片藤葉》等,不愧為短篇小說的傑作，本選集選譯了四十二篇。
作者簡介：
歐·亨利（O'Henry, 1862-1910）是享有國際聲譽的美國短篇小說家，被稱為「短篇小說大王」、世界三位短篇小說大師之一。一生共創作短篇小說近300篇。他的小說情節生動，結構緊湊，故事奇特，可讀性強，而且經常有一個別出心裁、令人意想不到的結尾。他這種獨特的創作風格，對美國現代短篇小說影響很大，在文學史上佔有不容忽視的地位。
D. 歐亨利的the man higher up中文譯文
歐亨利的《the man higher up》中文譯文如下：
《黃雀在後》
在普羅文薩諾飯店的一個角落裡，我們一面吃義大利面，傑夫·彼得斯一面向我解釋三種不同類型的騙局。
每年冬天，傑夫總要到紐約來吃面條，他裹著厚厚的灰鼠皮大衣在東河看卸貨，把一批芝加哥制的衣服囤積在富爾頓街的鋪子里。其餘三季，他在紐約以西——他的活動范圍是從斯波坎到坦帕。他時常誇耀自己的行業，並用一種嚴肅而獨特的倫理哲學加以支持和衛護。他的行業並不新奇，他本人就是一個沒有資本的股份無限公司，專門收容他同胞們的不安分守己的愚蠢的金錢。
傑夫每年到這個高樓大廈的蠻荒中來度他那寂寞的假期，這時候，他喜歡吹吹他那豐富的閱歷，正如孩子喜歡在日落時分的樹林里吹口哨一樣。因此，我在日歷上標出他來紐約的日期，並且同普羅文薩諾飯店接洽好，在花哨的橡皮盆景和牆上那幅什麼宮廷畫之間的角落裡為我們安排一張酒跡斑斑的桌子。
「有兩種騙局，」傑夫說，「應當受到法律的取締.我指的是華爾街的投機和盜竊。」
「取締其中的一項，幾乎人人都會同意。」我笑著說。
「嗯，盜竊也應當取締。」傑夫說，我不禁懷疑我剛才的一笑是否多餘。
「約莫三個月前，」傑夫說，「我有幸結識剛才提到的兩類非法藝術的代表人物，我同時結交了一個竊賊協會的會員和一個金融界的約翰·台·拿破崙。」
「那倒是有趣的結合。」我打了個呵欠說。「我有沒有告訴過你，上星期我在拉馬波斯河岸一槍打到了一隻鴨子和一隻地松鼠？」我很知道怎麼打開傑夫的話匣子。
「彼文鎮的人出乎意外地抓住了我和比爾，開始同我談起並非和果樹完全無關的話題。領頭的一些人把馬車上的挽繩穿在我坎肩的袖孔里，帶我去看他們的花園和果園。
「他們的果樹長得不合標簽上的規格。大多數變成了柿樹和山茱萸，間或有一兩叢檞樹和白楊。唯一有結果跡象的是一棵茁壯的小白楊，那上面掛著一個黃蜂窩和半件女人的破背心。
「彼文鎮的人就這樣作了毫無結果的巡視，然後把我帶到鎮邊上，他們抄走我的表和錢作為抵帳，又扣下比爾和馬車作為抵押。他們說，只要一株山茱萸長出一顆六月早桃，我就可以領回我的物品。然後，他們抽出挽繩，吩咐我向落基山脈那面滾蛋，我便象劉易斯和克拉克那樣，直奔那片河流滔滔,森林茂密的地區。
「等我神志清醒過來時，我發覺自己正走向聖菲鐵路線上的一個不知名的小鎮。彼文鎮的人把我的口袋完全搜空了，只留下一塊嚼煙——他們並不想置我於死地——這救了我的命。我嚼著煙草，坐在鐵路旁邊的一堆枕木上，以恢復我的思索能力和智慧。
(4)歐亨利短篇小說英語朗讀擴展閱讀
《the man higher up（黃雀在後）》描述的是一個坑蒙拐騙的能手----傑夫的故事，這個人在歐亨利的一系列作品中都扮演著能乾的騙子角色。他在這個故事中結識了盜竊能手比爾和投機能手裡克斯，三個人各自主張自己的行業是最有本事的。後來，傑夫靠他的拿手本領騙走了小偷比爾偷來的五千塊錢，而這五千塊錢最終還是被裡克斯用不值錢的股票給套走了。
1862年9月11日，美國最著名的短篇小說家之一歐·亨利（O.Henry）出生於美國北卡羅來納州一個小鎮。曾被評論界譽為曼哈頓桂冠散文作家和美國現代短篇小說之父。
歐·亨利創作的短篇小說共有300多篇，其中以描寫紐約曼哈頓市民生活的作品為最著名。他把那兒的街道、小飯館、破舊的公寓的氣氛渲染得十分逼真，故有「曼哈頓的桂冠詩人」之稱。他曾以騙子的生活為題材，寫了不少短篇小說。作者企圖表明道貌岸然的上流社會里，有不少人就是高級的騙子，成功的騙子。
E. 歐亨利的短篇小說片名 用英文怎麼翻譯
盡力了 喬治亞的規定
藝術品與牧場烈馬
找不到……
《人生的波瀾》The Whirligig Of Life
《酒吧里的世界公民》A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
《歌聲與警察》The Cop and the Anthem
《浪子回頭》The Gentle Grafter
《公主與美洲獅》 The Princess and the Puma
《藝術品與牧場烈馬》Hygeia at the Solito
《人生道路的選擇》The Road We Take
《感恩節的兩位紳士》Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen
《喬治亞的規定》Babes In The Jungle
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有中文翻譯的只有如下幾篇：
"Girl" 「姑娘」
「Next To Reading Matter」「醉翁之意」
After Twenty Years 二十年以後
The Atavism Of John Tom Little Bear 小熊約翰·湯姆的返祖現象
Babes In The Jungle 叢林中的孩子
Between Rounds 鬧劇
The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 慈善事業數學講座
Conscience In Art 藝術良心
The Cop and the Anthem 警察與贊美詩
A Cosmopolite in a Cafe 咖啡館里的世界公民
The Detective Detector 幾位偵探
A Double-dyed Deceiver 雙料騙子
The Furnished Room 帶傢具出租的房間
The Gift of the Magi 麥琪的禮物
The Green Door 綠色門
The Handbook of Hymen 婚姻手冊
Hearts and Hands 心與手
The Hiding of Black Bill 布萊克·比爾藏身記
Hygeia at the Solito 索利托牧場的衛生學
Jimmy Hayes And Muriel 吉米·海斯和繆里爾
Jeff Peters As A Personal Magnet 催眠術家傑甫·彼得斯
The Last Leaf 最後一片葉子
Lost on Dress Parade 華而不實
Mammon and the Archer 愛神與財神
The Man Higher Up 黃雀在後
The Marionettes 提線木偶
The Marry Month of May 五月是個結婚月
A Municipal Report 市政報告
The Pimienta Pancakes 比綿塔薄餅
The Princess and the Puma 公主與美洲獅
Psyche And The Pskyscraper 心理分析與摩天大樓
The Red Roses of Tonia 托尼婭的紅玫瑰
The Roads We Take 我們選擇的道路
The Romance of a Busy Broker 證券經紀人的浪漫故事
A Service of Love 愛的犧牲
Shearing The Wolf 虎口拔牙
Telemachus, Friend 刎頸之交
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 兩位感恩節的紳士
An Unfinished Story 沒說完的故事
While The Auto Waits 汽車等待的時候
The Whirligig of Life 生活的波折
Withes' Loaves 女巫的麵包
以上就是有公開發表的翻譯版本的文章
schools and schools不在之列
歐亨利短篇小說集里也沒有。
就像《百年孤獨》一樣，也沒合法的翻譯版本，貌似馬爾克斯沒有賣給中國它所有作品的翻譯版權。
schools and schools可能也是這樣。
這個阿，很難找...可以看英文原版阿，讀起來可能會很麻煩。
寫論文，知道大意就可以了。
參考資料：http://ke..com/view/88041.htm
http://tieba..com/f?kz=69139525
這里都有，以後就方便了哦
F. 《歐·亨利短篇小說選》pdf下載在線閱讀，求百度網盤雲資源
《歐·亨利短篇小說精選》（[美] 歐·亨利）電子書網盤下載免費在線閱讀
資源鏈接：
鏈接：https://pan..com/s/1Z8ntYtONB2sdwPevoiTczQ
書名：歐·亨利短篇小說精選
作者：[美] 歐·亨利
譯者：崔爽
豆瓣評分：8.2
出版社：浙江文藝出版社
出版年份：2015-1
頁數：320
內容簡介：
《歐·亨利短篇小說精選》精選了歐·亨利二十九篇短篇小說代表作：被人們所熟知的《麥琪的禮物》、《最後一片葉子》、《帶傢具出租的房間》……充滿神秘色彩的《綠色之門》、《托賓的手相》……拜金主義背景下發生的《財神與愛神》、《擦亮的燈》……
他的故事展現出令人啼笑皆非的悲憫、獨特的幽默和不到最後一秒絕對猜不到的結局，帶給您拍案叫絕的讀書體驗。它們描繪了歐·亨利那廣闊的世界，從他摯愛的紐約街道，到國界以南充滿異域風情的地方。
歐·亨利的作品將會一直成為好故事的典範。
作者簡介
作者簡介：
[美]歐·亨利，（1862.9.11－1910.6.5）原名威廉·西德尼·波特，20世紀初美國著名短篇小說家。以「歐·亨利」的筆名發表了大量的短篇小說，被評論界譽為「曼哈頓桂冠散文作家」和「美國現代短篇小說之父」，是世界三大短篇小說大師之一。以「含淚微笑」的創作風格，出人意料的「歐·亨利式結尾」而聞名於世。他的一生十分傳奇，曾做過葯劑師、畫家、出納員，歌手、演員、記者等多種職業，並一度入獄，服刑期間認真寫作，後成為職業作家，共留下一部長篇小說和近三百篇的短篇小說作品。
崔爽，1984年出生在長沙的山東人，十歲起開始定居廣東。本科畢業於廣東外語外貿大學的高級翻譯專業，後進入英國蘭卡斯特大學攻讀碩士學位。伊甸園字幕組元老，擁有8年資深美劇翻譯經驗。參與翻譯的主要代表作品：《越獄》《冰與火之歌》
G. 求歐亨利的英文短篇小說，越全越好
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling-- something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value-- the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
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H. 歐亨利短篇小說的這篇評論文章怎樣翻譯成英文急急急
The 1 little people, big wisdom
The realistic strength is typical of O Henry's novels, characters protagonists, oftenburst out the wisdom in the crucial moment
The spark of wisdom, and use their wisdom to illuminate the people's mind, makingpeople ll and often played a conflict between you not human role.
Such as "Hargreaves" in imitation of the theater actor Haag Foss, in order to createa stubborn, arrogant, Chen Jiuqie stick in the mud of the southern soldiers stage image, and from the south of the retired major tal Bert made friends, and in its not
Imitate the prototype for the stage play the protagonist informed, imitating Hargreaves finally in Washington theater and achieved great success, but also deeply hurt that major Talbot the truth of the heart. In order to save their own faultand expressed his regret, that major Talbot squeezed Hargreaves decided to continue his performance, this time he played an old black uncle Moss, donated amajor three hundred dollars in return for tal Bert major former care as,overwhelmed by the major for gospel truth, glad to accept the money and no, thatstood in front of him is his spirit 7 liters smoke Hargreaves. Hargreaves expressedhis regret with own wisdom, the fracture between North and south, the gap betweenblack and white contrast all seem so ridiculous and not worth mentioning, but alsobring out the old person to be set in one's way of irony.
2, the humble identity has a noble mind
O Henry in the works the vast majority of ink and space on human feelings, the good things and eulogize noble mind, instead of the ugly and dark side often alluded to, some even to mention it, but for the readers to ponder. All the writingwriter not only plays by contrast that "beauty is more beautiful, the ugly and theugly" effect (4), and makes a wisps of poetry can often heavy social reality, which makes people face the dilemma and increase the ugly courage and determination.
"Return of the prodigal son" of Jimmy is an example, ahead of the release of Jimmyto steal a style unique, he even have their own special tools, however, he was tired of stealing the life, also does not want to and the police pull what non change one's name and surname, so he went to a remote be open and aboveboard Town,started a new life. Return of the prodigal son of his fame and love decent, however,when he faced was inadvertently locked to the insured cabinet children have encountered difficulties, conscience eventually prevailed, he once again became athief Jimmy, easily with his specialized tools to open the safe and rescued the child.However justified his oncoming old acquaintances detective Preiss ready to fightbut harvest this sentence: "I think you are mistaken, Mr. Spencer," the detectivewas his sacrifice spirit, makes him the return of the prodigal son. The author praises Jimmy noble heart, also silent praised: good warmth, will play to the extremeto the reader is left a few questions: Jimmy is a good man (the prison police also said he nature not bad), why would he do the thief? What makes a man not badpeople to become a thief? Perhaps the world and decadent Yanliang of social system will give the readers an answer. But here we see is the identity between the cops and thieves contrast reflected the truth of human power, between security andsacrificial selection contrast against the background of the people of the humblenoble conscience, such as the thief who can also have a noble heart.
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