4英语组literature world播音稿.doc

4(The Prologue) Music-小夜曲Welcome to todays Literature World. Im Cindy. Today, we will learn a person who was first recognized as a working-class novelist depicting the English provincial life. He is D. H. Lawrence.Lawrence was born into a coal miners family in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire. His father had not received any education, but his wife was a well-educated ex-teacher. Receiving no comfort from her husband, Lawrences mother devoted all attention to the education of the children with the hope of lifting them out of the working class, which was reflected in Lawrences first autobiographical novel sons and loves.As Lawrences first major work. Sons and lovers is largely autobiographical. Set in a northern mining town, the story tells the life of paul morel. In Lawrences work, he did not remain static, and the characters in his novels were undergoing constant changes driven by unconscious in his processes. He gave much weight to psychoanalysis in his novels and combined it with social criticism. After a few seconds of music, we will go into the story-sons and lovers.Music-暗香The first part of the novel focuses on Mrs. Morel and her unhappy marriage to a drinking miner. She has many arguments with her husband, some of which have painful results: on separate occasions, she is locked out of the house and hit in the head with a drawer. Estranged from her husband, Mrs. Morel takes comfort in her four children, especially her sons. Her oldest son, William, is her favorite, and she is very upset when he takes a job in London and moves away from the family. When William sickens and dies a few years later, she is crushed, not even noticing the rest of her children until she almost loses Paul, her second son, as well. From that point on, Paul becomes the focus of her life, and the two seem to live for each other.Paul falls in love with Miriam , who lives on a farm not too far from the Morel family. They carry on a very intimate, but purely platonic, relationship for many years. Mrs. Morel does not approve of Miriam, and this may be the main reason that Paul does not marry her. He constantly wavers in his feelings toward her.Paul meets Clara Dawes, a suffragette who is separated from her husband, through Miriam. As he becomes closer with Clara and they begin to discuss his relationship with Miriam, she tells him that he should consider consummating their love and he returns to Miriam to see how she feels.Paul and Miriam sleep together and are briefly happy, but shortly afterward Paul decides that he does not want to marry Miriam, and so he breaks off with her. She still feels that his soul belongs to her, and, in part agrees reluctantly. He realizes that he loves his mother most, however.After breaking off his relationship with Miriam, Paul begins to spend more time with Clara and they begin an extremely passionate affair. However, she does not want to divorce her husband Baxter, and so they can never be married. Pauls mother falls ill and he devotes much of his time to caring for her. When she finally dies, he is broken-hearted and, after a final plea from Miriam, goes off alone at the end of the novel.Music-七彩In Lawrences Sons and Lovers, different relationships are introduced to the reader. There are two major relationships in this novel: the relationship between mother, sons and young girls, and the relationship between sons, mother and father. Those relationships actually lead to miserable disaster. Considering Pauls mother, Mrs. Morel, finally she loses her personal happiness. It analyzes the reason of tragedy from a new anglepossession, from the spiritual possession of different relationships. Thats the possession of wife to husband; the possession of mother to sons; the possession of two girl friends to Paul, and the destruction of possession. A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out, for the world of a mans life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Next, we will going to appreciate the words, the thoughts and the soul of the book. It is a part of pauls mother, her feeling of the new baby, and the family, and the life. We can feel her ennui and her blues throughout the narrating.Music -梦境When the light was fading, and Mrs. Morel could see no more to sew, she rose and went to the door. Everywhere was the sound of excitement, the restlessness of the holiday, that at last infected her. She went out into the side garden. Women were coming home from the wakes, the children hugging a white lamb with green legs, or a wooden horse. Occasionally a man lurched past, almost as full as he could carry. Sometimes a good husband came along with his family, peacefully. But usually the women and children were alone. The stay-at-home mothers stood gossiping at the corners of the alley, as the twilight sank, folding their arms under their white aprons. Mrs. Morel was alone, but she was used to it. Her son and her little girl slept upstairs; so, it seemed, her home was there behind her, fixed and stable. But she felt wretched with the coming child. The world seemed a dreary place, where nothing else would happen for her-at least until William grew up. But for herself, nothing but this dreary endurance-till the children grew up. And the children! She could not afford to have this third. She did not want it. The father was serving beer in a public house, swilling himself drunk. She despised him, and was tied to him. This coming child was too much for her. If it were not for William and Annie, she was sick of it, the struggle with poverty and ugliness and meanness. She went into the front garden, feeling too heavy to take herself out, yet unable to stay indoors. The heat suffocated her. And looking ahead, the prospect of her life made her feel as if she were buried alive. The front garden was a small square with a privet hedge. There she stood, trying to soothe herself with the scent of flowers and the fading, beautiful evening. Opposite her small gate was the stile that led uphill, under the tall hedge between the burning glow of the cut pastures. The sky overhead throbbed and pulsed with light. The glow sank quickly off the field; the earth and the hedges smoked dusk. As it grew dark, a ruddy glare came out on the hilltop, and out of the glare the diminished commotion of the fair.Sometimes, down the trough of darkness formed by the path under the hedges, men came lurching home. One young man lapsed into a run down the steep bit that ended the hill, and went with a crash into the stile. Mrs. Morel shuddered. He picked himself up,