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在这里我要特别提到十九世纪英国女作家乔治·艾略特（George Eliot）的长篇小说Silas Marner（《织工马南传》），这也是我读的比较早的英文原著，我那时简直被这个故事迷住了。织布工人塞拉斯·马南纯朴善良，勤劳节俭，可是他却到处受人欺凌，先是遭到诬陷，被迫远走他乡，后来辛苦积攒的钱又被人偷走。他于是变得心灵灰暗冷漠，一个人孤零零地住在一间小屋子里，没有人和他交往，他也不知道今天是何年何月何日，可是，在一个大雪纷飞的除夕之夜，他却意外地得到了一个惊喜……
This morning he has been told by some of his neighbors that it was New Year’s Eve, and that he must sit up and hear the old year rung out and the new rung in, because that was good luck, and might bring his money back again…
（这天早晨邻居告诉他今天是除夕，他必须坐起来，听着钟声送走旧年，迎来新年，因为那样会有好运，说不定还会让他的钱失而复得……）
When Marner’s sensibility returned he continued the action, which had been arrested, and closed his door unaware of the chasm in his consciousness, unaware of any intermediate change, except that the light had grown dim, and that he was chilled and faint. He thought he had too long standing at the door and looking out. Turning towards the hearth, where the two logs had fallen apart, and sent forth only a red uncertain glimmer, he seated himself on his fireside chair, and was stooping to push his logs together, when to his blurred vision it seemed as if there were gold on the floor in front of the hearth. Gold —— his own gold—brought back to him as mysteriously as it had been taken away! He felt his heart begin to beat violently, and for a few moments he was unable to stretch his hand and grasp the restored treasure. The heap of gold seemed to glow and get larger beneath his agitated gaze. He leaned forward at last, and stretched forth his hand; but instead of the hard coin with familiar resisting outline, his fingers encountered soft warm curls. In utter amazement Silas fell on his knees and bent his head low to examine the marvel; it was a sleeping child —— a round, fair thing, with soft yellow rings all over his head…Was it a dream? He rose his feet again, pushed his logs together, and, throwing on some dried leaves and sticks, raised a flame. But the flame did not disperse the vision; it only lit up distinctly the little round form of the child, and its shabby clothing.
（马南的意识又清醒过来，他继续做着那个无法停下来的动作，开门、关门，一点也没有意识到他知觉中的那个空白，也没有意识到这中间发生的任何变化，他只觉得光线渐渐地暗下去，他打着寒战，虚弱不堪。他想起来，他已经在门口站着看了很久了。回到炉子边，他看见那两段木头已经烧得塌了下来，只发出一点点模模糊糊的红光。他在炉边的椅子上坐下，弯着腰想把那它们再支起来。这时候，在他朦朦胧胧的视觉中，好像在炉子前面的地上有金色的东西。金子——他自己的金子——它像当初被人偷偷拿走一样，又神不知鬼不觉地被送了回来！他感觉到心在剧烈地跳动，有好一会儿，他都不能伸出手去抓住那个失而复得的宝贝。那堆金子在他焦虑的凝视中似乎在闪光，变得越来越大。他终于弯下腰去，伸出了他的手，可是，他的手指碰到的不是他熟悉的金币那种硬梆梆的轮廓，而是温暖的、软绵绵的卷发。塞拉斯惊呆了，他跪了下去，低下头去仔细察看这个奇怪的东西：这是个睡着的孩子——一个胖嘟嘟的、漂亮的小东西，满头都是那种柔软的黄色的卷发……这是一个梦吗？他站了起来，把木头往炉子里推了推，又扔进去一些干叶子和树枝，点着了火。可是火焰并没有让他眼前的景象消失，反而把这个孩子小小的、圆圆的外形，还有他破旧的衣服，照得更加分明。）
显然，这个婴儿是有人故意送到马南的小屋子里的，有人告诉马南，要让好运气重新回到屋子里，就要不停地开门、关门。马南在意识不清醒的时候没有发现屋子里发生了变化，于是，这个不幸的生命就被人丢给了这个孤寂和落魄的人。遗弃者是为了解脱自己心头的重负而放弃对这个小生命的所有责任。可是，遗弃者也许没有想到，这个婴儿却像火焰一样，点燃了一颗冰冷的心，复活了一个几乎已经死去的灵魂，使他重新获得了生命。从此，两点微弱的生命之火就在风雨飘摇之中不停地燃烧，成长了……
女作家艾略特用独特的描写、细腻的笔触描绘了这个可怜的织布工人平凡而苦难的人生，让人不禁流下同情的眼泪。读这本书的英文原著是一种真正的艺术享受，在阅读中我仿佛就生活在马南的世界里，这就是英语阅读的魅力了。
我喜欢读英文小说，特别是在有些翻译作品质量不高的情况下，读原著或许是一种好的选择。但是，读原著是要费力的，费力地读书，是不是违背了艺术享受的初衷了呢？我觉得，即使最好的翻译也不可能把原著的全部内涵展现出来，毕竟谁也代替不了原著者的母语表达啊！所以，要想真正感受英语文学的魅力，还是要读原著。
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