Chapter 8 Chapter 7 Queen of the Night

Eustacia.Vey was born with the instincts of a god, and with a little preparation, she could be an outstanding goddess in the kingdom of the gods of Olympus.Her extraordinary passions and instincts are enough to make her a model goddess, that is to say, her passions and instincts cannot make her a model woman.If it were possible for a time for her to take complete control of the whole world and of mankind, if she could hold the spinning-spindle, the spindle, and the scissors at her will, few in the world would notice that things change, that dominions change.Destiny is still the same unfair, the same kind of grace is added here, and the arrogance is undiminished there, it is also the same about private affairs first and then fairness, and there are so many endless dilemmas, we will still be as unpredictable as we are now. Door, none of this will change anything.

She was slender, slightly plump, neither ruddy nor pale; soft to the touch as a light cloud.Looking at her hair, one can't help but feel that all winter's gloom could not have produced such blackness: it piled on her forehead like dusk completely engulfed the sunset in the west. Her nerves were also connected with these locks, and just touching them always calmed her temper.When she brushed her hair, she would immediately sink into a stillness with a sphinx-like air.If one walks down one of the slopes of Eden Moor, a thick tuft of her hair gets caught on a prickly twig of a great canopy of brambles, sometimes as if a comb were pulled over her head. After a while, she would take a few steps back and walk under it again.

She had pagan eyes, full of nocturnal mysteries, which glanced here and there, partly blocked by thick lids and eyelashes; her lower lids were also fuller than those of an English woman.This makes it impossible for others to detect when she is deep in thought: it is quite believed that she does not need to close her eyes to fall asleep.If you are convinced that the souls of men and women are visible elements, you may imagine the color of Eustacia's soul to be fiery red.The sparks from her black pupils would also leave such an impression. Her mouth was not so much made for talking as for trembling; not so much for trembling as for kissing.Perhaps it might be added that he was born not so much for kissing as he was for pouting.Viewed from the side, the line of her pursed lips, almost geometrically precise, is known in the design art world as the so-called stomach-foot line or double arc.Such a soft curve can be regarded as a rare spectacle in the cold Aden Moor.It immediately makes one feel that such lips are by no means from Schleswig. ] owned by a group of Saxon pirates, because their lips are closed together like a muffin split in half.A lip curve like that would make it look like some forgotten marble shard buried beneath the ground in the South.The line of her lips was so beautifully full, but the corners of her mouth were as sharp as iron spear points.The sharp lines of her mouth softened only in sudden bouts of melancholy for which she was too mature for her age.

Her looks reminded too easily of Bourbon roses, rubies, and tropical mid-nights; ] and "Adali" [Note: The play by the French playwright Racine. ]; her movements are reminiscent of the ebb and flow of the sea; her voice is reminiscent of a viola.In the dim light, as long as her hair style is slightly trimmed, her whole body can be seen as any a high goddess.A crescent moon behind her head, or an old helmet on her head, or a diadem of dewdrops inadvertently placed on her brow, would be enough to make her express Artemis respectively. The moon god and goddess of the hunt in Greek mythology. ], Athena [Note: The goddess of wisdom, skill and war in Greek mythology. ] and Hera [Note: In Greek mythology, in charge of marriage and childbirth, is the protector of women. ]'s demeanor is exactly the same as these ancient gods in many respected oil paintings that are recognized by people.

But the arrogance, love, wrath, and liking of the gods proved more or less useless as soon as they reached the fringes of the Aden Moor.The exertion of her powers was restricted, and the awareness of this restriction made her character polarized.Eden was her hell, and once here she was permanently alienated from it inside, and despite that, she took a lot out of its dark tone.Her appearance is the best expression of her inner depression: a struggle against the status quo; and her repressed beauty is the expression of her inner sadness and stifled enthusiasm.There was a real stern majesty in her brow, a majesty that was by no means artificial or forced, but had been cultivated over the years.

She tied a black velvet headband on her forehead, restraining her thick black hair, and the dark clouds that froze over her forehead from time to time made her look even more majestic.Nothing graces a beautiful face like a thin band across the forehead, Richter [Note: German novelist, pioneer of romantic and psychological novels. ] That's what he said.Some girls in the neighbourhood, for the same purpose, wear colored ribbons on their heads, and other parts of their bodies in metal ornaments;Wijli put on colorful ribbons and metal ornaments, and she would laugh and walk away. Why would such a woman live on the Moor of Eden?Beleikou was her hometown, a popular seaside resort at the time.Her father, who was the conductor of a band in a team stationed there, was from Corfu. ], is a very good musician.at his future wife and her

They met when their father, a well-born captain, traveled there together.Their marriage was not at all what the old captain wanted, because the conductor's pocket was as light as his baton.However, the musician tried his best. He adopted his wife's surname and became a permanent resident of the United Kingdom. He spent a lot of effort on the education of his children, but the education expenses were paid by his grandfather.As a leading local musician, he lived reasonably well until the death of his wife, after which he fell into bad luck, drinking heavily and dying soon after.The little girl was entrusted to her grandfather to take care of her.Because my grandfather broke three ribs in a shipwreck, he settled down in the fresh air of the Eden Moor, because the house hardly needs to pay any money, and because standing at the door of the house can see the big mountains on the far horizon. People have always believed that the blue line exposed in the mountains is the English Channel, so this place can make him daydream.Eustacia, however, resented moving to this place, feeling like an outcast, and yet she had to live here.

And so Eustacia's mind was simultaneously entertained with the most fantastic notions, from the most ancient times, as well as those looking into the future.To her there was no intervening interval; all she saw was the romantic remembrance of the meadow on a sunny afternoon, the army's orchestra, its officers, its mighty men, as inscribed in gold on the Eden Moor. On the black stele.What appeared in her eyes were all kinds of strange impressions produced by the chaotic interweaving of rippling water waves and an indifferent and rigid wasteland.She sees nothing of real life now, so she tries all the more to remember what she has seen before, and to add all sorts of beautiful splendor to it.

So where does her majesty come from?Since her father was from Faiacia [Note: The island where Odyssey was rescued in a shipwreck in "Odyssey", he thought the island was Corfu. ], could it be said that there is Alcinous hidden in her blood? ] The temperament of this vein?Or from the Fechalons and Weirs [Note: Both are aristocratic branches of the ancient Anglo-Normans. ], because her grandfather had a cousin who was an aristocrat.Or perhaps it is a delightful fusion of divinely-given laws of nature.In addition, due to recent years, her She has been living alone, and there is no chance for her to become wretched.A solitary life on the moor hardly makes a man vulgar.Otherwise, it would be almost as easy to vulgarize her as it is to vulgarize the wild horses, bats, and vipers of the wasteland.To lead a narrow life in Belle's mouth would have made her quite a worldly being.

The only way to look like a queen, with no land to govern, and the support of subjects, was to look as if the land and subjects were lost; that's what Eustacia did, and did very successfully.She lived in the old captain's shabby house, but she could imagine it as a mansion she had never seen before.Perhaps it was because she often haunted the empty hills, a mansion she owned that was more spacious and grand than any mansion.Just like the midsummer scene around her, she is the concrete embodiment of the phrase "loneliness amidst the hustle and bustle". Although she is obviously bored, empty and deserted, she always lives a very busy and fulfilling life.

Her greatest wish is for someone to love her head-on.Love was like a shot in the arm to drive away the lonely void in her life.What she pursues with all her heart seems to be a kind of heart-to-heart love that transcends any person she likes. Sometimes, she would show the most critical look in her eyes, but the object of her blame is not so much human beings as some creatures in her heart, the most important thing is the goddess of fate, she vaguely felt that because of A tease of the goddess of fate, love only comes to the bright and bright youth, and any love she may win will pass with the sand in the hourglass.Every time she thinks of this, she becomes increasingly aware of the cruelty of fate, and this awareness will give birth to some reckless actions regardless of customs. She only wants to obtain love for a year, a week or even an hour, no matter what means are used to obtain it, As long as she can win it.Lacking this love she sings without joy, possesses without joy, shines without triumph.Loneliness deepened her longing.Even the coldest, meanest kisses are hard to come by in Edenmoor.Besides, where were you going to find lips worthy of her kiss? Unlike most women, she loved not so much for the sake of fidelity, but much more for the fidelity that comes from a strong love.Love shines a light, even if it dies for a moment, but this intense, burning light is far better than the kind of love that does not burn much light and lasts for many years.In her head she knew many things that many women need to know by practice; This boils down to the conclusion that love is nothing but a joy laced with sorrow.Still, she longed for it, as a man in the desert appreciates even salty water. She prayed constantly for this love, and she prayed without thinking of the right time, but with an unaffected piety, which she began to pray whenever she felt the desire.Her prayers always come from an involuntary impulse, always say, oh, get my heart out of this terrible depression and loneliness, bring me great love from there, or I'll die of. Her most admired idol is William the Conqueror. ], Stratford [Note: King Charles' chief adviser. ], and Napoleon.Bonaparte, she had learned about them from the women's history textbooks when she was studying in missionary school.If she had been a mother, she would have named her child Saul. ] Or Sisera [Note: Characters in the Bible. ], and would not name them Jacob [Note: "Bible.The ancestors of the Israelites in the Old Testament. ] or David [Note: King of ancient Israel. ], she doesn't like these two people.When she read about the battles of the Philistines at school, she always took their side, and at the same time she was always thinking of Pontius.Pilate [Note: Jewish governor, presided over the trial of Jesus. 】Whether it is frank and fair and handsome. In this way, although she was surrounded by people with very backward thinking, compared with them, she was indeed a precocious, open-minded girl, and she seemed very original.All her instinctive thoughts about society are also based on this.As to her idea of ​​holidays, she was in the mood of those horses out to graze, who like to graze while watching their kind work on the high road.She felt that it was only worth it if she could rest while everyone else was working.So she hated Sundays, because it was a day off for everyone, and she used to say that Sundays were her day of death.Every Sunday, people on the moor put their hands in their pockets, don't need to fasten their boot straps (this is also a special sign of celebrating Sunday), and polish their boots, and dig them in the first six days. Seeing her walking leisurely among the piles of peat and cut brambles, kicking them critically, as if not knowing what they were for, brought a terrible feeling to her. Heavy depression.To get rid of the tedium of this unseasonable day, she would rummage through the cupboards that contained her grandfather's old maps and other useless clutter, humming the little country folks sang on Saturday nights.However, she often sang hymns on Saturday nights, and often read the Bible on a few days from Monday to Saturday, so that she would not feel compelled to go to church. In a way, her views on life are the influence of her natural environment on her character.Living in the wilderness without understanding what life in the wilderness means is like marrying a foreigner without learning his mother tongue.Eustacia could not see the delicate beauty of the moor, except its melancholy smell.A certain circumstance would seem like a poem to a contented woman, a devotion to an aching woman, a hymn to a pious woman, and brooding even to a frivolous woman, Yet in a rebellious woman it made her surly and dour. Eustacia had no hope of a marriage of the highest honor, and, in spite of her passion, did not want to lower her price and marry hastily.We thus see her in a very strange solitude.On the one hand, she has lost her goddess-like pride and self-conceit, and can't do what she wants to do as she likes, but on the other hand, she doesn't want to enjoy a normal family life as everyone can do, which shows that It shows that she has the kind of lofty temperament that makes her never submit to condescension at will, which also fully shows that although she is so disheartened, she is never willing to compromise on this.But if a society is all so philosophical, then the society is in danger.But it is just as dangerous in a society where marriage is the only career and the society is made up of love. Let's look at Eustacia sometimes, she's not so unlovable, she reaches that very enlightened stage where everything is boring and, for want of a better object, takes Wilder. idealize her husband, and use this to pass her free time.That was the only reason he had the advantage, and she knew it all too well.At times, her pride opposed her affection for him, from which she had longed even to be free.But there was no better man, so she couldn't just abandon him. At the rest of the time, she suffered from mental oppression, and could only get rid of this melancholy mood by going for a slow walk.She always took her grandfather's binoculars with her on walks, and her grandmother's hourglass.She derives a special pleasure from watching the passing of tangible time as an hourglass.She rarely acts according to the plan, but once she has a plan, her plan is not based on the petty considerations that women often have, but an overall strategy with a general demeanor.But when she doesn't want to think about it directly, she can often make Delphi. ] Such an ambiguous oracle.If in heaven, she might sit at Heloise. ] and Cleopatra [Note: Cleopatra, her extravagant indulgence is in stark contrast to Heloise. 】between.