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海明威（1899-1961），美国著名作家、诺贝尔文学奖获得者。《丧钟为谁而鸣》是他的主要作品之一。

美国青年罗伯特·乔丹志愿参加西班牙政府军，在敌后搞爆破活动。为配合反攻，他奉命和地方游击队联系，完成炸桥任务。在纷飞的战火中，他与被敌人糟蹋过的小姑娘玛丽亚堕入爱河，藉此抹平了玛丽亚心灵的创伤。在三天的时间里，罗伯特历经爱情与职责的冲突和生与死的考验，人性不断升华。在炸桥的撤退途中，他把生的希望让给别人，自己却被炮弹炸断了大腿，独自留下阻击敌人，最终为西班牙人民献出了年轻的生命。本书以其深沉的人道主力量感动了一代又一代人。

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海明威（Ernest Hemingway，1899～1961）美国小说家、诺贝尔文学奖获得者。1899年7月21日生于芝加哥市郊橡胶园小镇。父亲是医生和体育爱好者，母亲从事音乐教育。6个兄弟姐妹中，他排行第二，从小酷爱体育、捕鱼和狩猎。中学毕业后曾去法国等地旅行，回国后当过见习记者。第一次大战爆发后，他志愿赴意大利当战地救护车司机。1918年夏在前线被炮弹炸成重伤，回国休养。后来去加拿大多伦多市星报任记者。1921年重返巴黎，结识美国女作家斯坦因、青年作家安德森和诗人庞德等。1923年发表处女作《三个短篇小说和十首诗》，随后游历欧洲各国。1926年出版了长篇小说《太阳照常升起》，初获成功，被斯坦因称为“迷惘的一代”。1929年，反映第一次世界大战的长篇巨著《永别了，武器》的问世给作家带来了声誉。 30年代初，海明威到非洲旅行和狩猎。1935年写成《非洲的青山》和一些短篇小说。 1937年发表了描写美国与古巴之间海上走私活动的小说《有钱人和没钱人》。西班牙内战期间，他3次以记者身份亲临前线，在炮火中写了剧本《第五纵队》，并创作了以美国人参加西班牙人民反法西斯战争为题材的长篇小说《丧钟为谁而鸣》（1940）。他曾与许多美国知名作家和学者捐款支援西班牙人民正义斗争。1941年偕夫人玛莎访问中国，支持我国抗日战争。后又以战地记者身份重赴欧洲，并多次参加战斗。战后客居古巴，潜心写作。1952年，《老人与海》问世，深受好评，翌年获普利策奖。1954年获诺贝尔文学奖。卡斯特罗掌权后，他离开古巴返美定居。因身上多处旧伤，百病缠身，精神忧郁， 1961年7月2日用猎枪自杀。 海明威去世后发表的遗作，主要有：《岛在湾流中》（1970）和《伊甸园》（1986）。他那独特的风格和塑造的硬汉子形象对现代欧美文学产生深远的影响。

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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

谁都不是一座岛屿，自成一体/ 每个人都是一个碎片，那广袤大陆的一部分/ 如果海浪冲掉一块土地，家园就小了一点/ 如果一座海岬，如果你朋友或你自己的庄园被冲掉/ 也是如此/ 任何人的死亡都使我受到损失/ 因为我包孕在人类之中/ 所以不必打听丧钟为谁鸣/ 丧钟为你鸣

Robert Jordan pushed the cup toward him. It was a milky yellow now with the water and he hoped the gypsy would not take more than a swallow. There was very little of it left and one cup of it took the place of the evening papers, of all the old evenings in cafe, of all chestnut trees that would be in bloom now in this month, of the great slow horses of the outer boulevards, of book shops, of kiosques, and of galleries, of the Parc Montsouris, of the Stade Buffalo, and of the Butte Chaumont, of the Guaranty Trust Company and the Ile de la Cite, of Foyot's old hotel, and of being able to read and relax in the evening; of all the things he had enjoyed and forgotten and that came back to him when he tasted that opaque, bitter, tongue-numbing, brain-warming, stomach-warming, idea-changing liqu...

How many times had he heard this? How many times had he watched people say it with difficulty? How many times had he seen their eyes fill and their throats harden with the difficulty of saying my father, or my brother, or my mother, or my sister? He could not remember how many times he had heard them mention their dead in this way. Nearly always they spoke as this boy did now; suddenly and apropos of the mention of the town and always you said, "What barbarians."

You only heard the statement of the loss. You did not see the father fall as Pilar made him see the fascists die in that story she had told by the stream. You knew the father died in some courtyard, or against some wall, or in some field or orchard, or at night, in the lights of a truck, beside some road. You had seen the lights...

1They were walking through the heather of the mountain meadow and Robert Jordan felt the brushing of the heather against his legs, felt the weight of his pistol in its holster against his thigh, felt the sun on his head, felt the breeze from the snow of the mountain peaks cool on his back and, in his hand, he felt the girl's hand firm and strong, the fingers locked in his. From it, from the palm of her hand against the palm of his, from their fingers locked together, and from her wrist across his wrist something came from her hand, her fingers and her wrist to his that was as fresh as the first light air that moving toward you over the sea barely wrinkles the glassy surface of a calm, as light as a feather moved across one's lip, or a leaf falling when there is no breeze; so light that it ...

Now that his rage was gone he was excited by this storm as he was always by all storms. In a blizzard, a gale, a sudden line squall, a tropical storm, or a summer thunder shower in the mountains there was an excitement that came to him from no other thing. It was like the excitement of battle except that it was clean. There is a wind that blows through battle but that was a hot wind; hot and dry as your mouth; and it blew heavily; hot and dirtily; and it rose and died away with the fortunes of the day. He knew that wind well.

But a snowstorm was the opposite of all of that. In the snowstorm you came close to wild animals and they were not afraid. They travelled across country not knowing where they were and the deer stood sometimes in the lee of the cabin. In a snowstorm you rode up to a...

The night was clear and his head felt as clear and cold as the air. He smelled the odor of the pine boughs under him, the piney smell of the crushed needles and the sharper odor of the resinous sap from the cut limbs. Pilar, he thought. Pilar and the smell of death. This is the smell I love. This and fresh-cut clover, the crushed sage as you ride after cattle, wood-smoke and the burning leaves of autumn. That must be the odor of nostalgia, the smell of the smoke from the piles of raked leaves burning in the streets in the fall in Missoula. Which would you rather smell? Sweet grass the Indians used in their baskets? Smoked leather? The odor of the ground in the spring after rain? The smell of the sea as you walk through the gorse on a headland in Galicia? Or the wind from the land as you c...

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海明威（1899-1961），美国著名作家、诺贝尔文学奖获得者。《丧钟为谁而鸣》是他的主要作品之一。

美国青年罗伯特·乔丹志愿参加西班牙政府军，在敌后搞爆破活动。为配合反攻，他奉命和地方游击队联系，完成炸桥任务。在纷飞的战火中，他与被敌人糟蹋过的小姑娘玛丽亚堕入爱河，藉此抹平了玛丽亚心灵的创伤。在三天的时间里，罗伯特历经爱情与职责的冲突和生与死的考验，人性不断升华。在炸桥的撤退途中，他把生的希望让给别人，自己却被炮弹炸断了大腿，独自留下阻击敌人，最终为西班牙人民献出了年轻的生命。本书以其深沉的人道主力量感动了一代又一代人。