Comments on: Lady Chatterley [3/5] /blog/2007/10/lady-chatterley-35/ feedpuppy的个人blog,记录生活里的乱七八糟。日记,游记,影评,音乐,等等等等。 Sat, 20 Oct 2007 04:24:51 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.1.1 By: feedpuppy /blog/2007/10/lady-chatterley-35/comment-page-1/#comment-4793 Sat, 20 Oct 2007 04:24:51 +0000 /blog/2007_10_696#comment-4793 我不觉得有太多,也有可能是我愚钝没体会到,毕竟我不是冲着critique of intellectuality去的 @_@

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By: erwachen /blog/2007/10/lady-chatterley-35/comment-page-1/#comment-4792 Sat, 20 Oct 2007 03:59:20 +0000 /blog/2007_10_696#comment-4792 难道电影里没有体现出“strong critique of intellectuality“?汗死了

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By: feedpuppy /blog/2007/10/lady-chatterley-35/comment-page-1/#comment-4777 Fri, 19 Oct 2007 05:22:33 +0000 /blog/2007_10_696#comment-4777 另外,你提到的这本书的“strong critique of intellectuality“似乎听上去很有意思。

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By: feedpuppy /blog/2007/10/lady-chatterley-35/comment-page-1/#comment-4776 Fri, 19 Oct 2007 04:51:12 +0000 /blog/2007_10_696#comment-4776 如果你喜欢这书,说不定会喜欢这电影,这片子并没有 try too hard,还挺好。

想起来我似乎都没读完过一本这种英文小说,哈,第一次顺畅读完的就是hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy这类。你给的那段,里面那关键词ravish我都不认识,特别汗-_-。不过我确实好奇一本书如何惹起那么多争议。

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By: erwachen /blog/2007/10/lady-chatterley-35/comment-page-1/#comment-4774 Fri, 19 Oct 2007 03:02:10 +0000 /blog/2007_10_696#comment-4774 haha, you should by all means read this novel. i was so gripped and shaken by it when i read it as a sophomore (one of the pleasures of being an english major). it’s very gripping from the beginning. you would enjoy reading it. i can’t bear the thought of its adaptation into film. this book’s strong critique of intellectuality much dismayed me at that time, and has perhaps seeped into my unconscious as a continual challenge. if you read the beginning, you will see what i mean: Constance and her impotent husband walk into the woods:

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They had a faint scent of apple-blossom. Connie gathered a few for Clifford.

He took them and looked at them curiously.

‘Thou still unravished bride of quietness,’ he quoted. ‘It seems to fit flowers so much better than Greek vases.’

‘Ravished is such a horrid word!’ she said. ‘It’s only people who ravish things.’

‘Oh, I don’t know…snails and things,’ he said.

‘Even snails only eat them, and bees don’t ravish.’

She was angry with him, turning everything into words. Violets were Juno’s eyelids, and windflowers were on ravished brides. How she hated words, always coming between her and life: they did the ravishing, if anything did: ready-made words and phrases, sucking all the life-sap out of living things.

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