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After Twenty Years The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. Theimpressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators werefew. The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, but chilly gusts ofwind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled thestreets.Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate andartful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adownthe pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form andslight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. Thevicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might seethe lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but themajority of the doors belonged to business places that had long sincebeen closed.When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowedhis walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned,with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up tohim the man spoke up quickly."It's all right, officer," he said, reassuringly. "I'm just waitingfor a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds alittle funny to you, doesn't it? Well, I'll explain if you'd like tomake certain it's all straight. About that long ago there used to bea restaurant where this store stands--'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant.""Until five years ago," said the policeman. "It was torn down then."The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The lightshowed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little whitescar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddlyset."Twenty years ago to-night," said the man, "I dined here at 'Big Joe'Brady's with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in theworld. He and I were raised here in New York, just like twobrothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The nextmorning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn'thave dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only placeon earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here againexactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what ourconditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. Wefigured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destinyworked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be.""It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman. "Rather a longtime between meets, though, it seems to me. Haven't you heard fromyour friend since you left?""Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But aftera year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is apretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it prettylively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive, for healways was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world. He'll neverforget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, andit's worth it if my old partner turns up."The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set withsmall diamonds."Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clockwhen we parted here at the restaurant door.""Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman."You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind ofplodder, though, good fellow as he was. I've had to compete withsome of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in agroove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him."The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two."I'll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Goingto call time on him sharp?""I should say not!" said the other. "I'll give him half an hour atleast. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. Solong, officer.""Good-night, sir," said the policeman, passing on along his beat,trying doors as he went.There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risenfrom its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengersastir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coatcollars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of thehardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill anappointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of hisyouth, smoked his cigar and waited.About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a longovercoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from theopposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man."Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully."Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door."Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both theother's hands with his own. "It's Bob, sure as fate. I was certainI'd find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well!--twenty years is a long time. The old gone, Bob; I wish it hadlasted, so we could have had another dinner there. How has the Westtreated you, old man?""Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. You've changedlots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or threeinches.""Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty.""Doing well in New York, Jimmy?""Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Comeon, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good longtalk about old times."The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from theWest, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline thehistory of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat,listened with interest.At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights.When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously togaze upon the other's face.The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm."You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time,but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug.""It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one, said the tall man."You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob. Chicagothinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants tohave a chat with you. Going quietly, are you? That's sensible.Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to handyou. You may read it here at the window. It's from PatrolmanWells."The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him.His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a littleby the time he had finished. The note was rather short.~"Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck thematch to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted inChicago. Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and gota plain clothes man to do the job. JIMMY."

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《呼啸山庄》人物关系结构 Title：Catherine's dilemma between love and marriage in Wuthering Heights——The Psychoanalysis of love triangle relationship with Freud’s theory of personalityAbstract：Wuthering Heights tells a story of superhuman love and revenge enacted on the English moors. In this thesis, an attempt is made to analyze the love triangle relationship which leads to Catherine's dilemma between love and marriage in Wuthering Heights by virtue of Freud’s theory of personality.Key words：Wuthering Heights Freud’s theory of personality love triangle relationshipIn Catherine's heart she knows what is right, but chooses what is wrong. It is her wrong decision that pushes her into the inextricable [LunWenJia.Com]dilemma between her love and marriage; it is her wrong choice that plunges the two families into chaos. In the mind, she is truly out of her way.According to Sigmund Freud(1856—1939), the structure of the mind or personality consists three portions: the id, the ego, and the superego.“The id, which is the reservoir of biological impulses, constitutes the entire personality of the infant at birth. Its principle of operation, to guard the person from painful tension, is termed the pleasure principle. Inevitable frustrations of the id, together with what the child learns from his encounters with external reality, generate the ego, which is essentially a mechanism to minimize frustrations of the biological drives in the long run. It operates according to the reality principle … [LunWenNet.Com]The superego comprises the conscience, a partly conscious system of introjected moral inhibitions, and the ego-ideal, the source of the individual's standards for his own behavior. Like external reality, from which it derives, the superego often presents obstacles to the satisfaction of biological drives.”“In the mentally healthy person, these three systems form a unified and harmonious organization. Conversely, when the three systems of personality are at odds with one another the person is said to be maladjusted.” Here Catherine's tragic psychological process may be well illustrated by Freudian psychoanalysis.“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here？” Catherine's strange words reflect that the intelligent Emily Bronte had been earlier pondering over a same question in her work. What on earth is“the existence of Catherine's beyond Catherine”？Here we may believe that Heathcliff stands for Catherine's instinctual nature and the strongest desire—her “id” in the depths of her soul; Edgar, her ideal “superego”, represents another part of her personality: the well-bred gracefulness and the superiority of a wealthy family; and she, herself is the “ego” tortured by the friction between the two in the disharmonious situation.In the light of Freud's theory of personality, “the superego is the representation in the personality of the traditional values and ideals of society as they are handed down from parents to children.” Catherine's choice of Edgar as her husband is to satisfy her ideal “superego” to get wealth and high social position, which are the symbol of her class, on the basis of the education by her family and reality from her early childhood. She is a Miss of a noble family with a long history of about three hundred years. Only the marriage well-matched in social and economic status could be a satisfaction for all: her family, the society and even her practical self. “It would degrade me to many Heathcliff now ... if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars？” This is her actual worry for her future. Catherine yields to the pressure from her brother, and alike, in truth, she is yielding to the moral rules of society, without the approval and identification of which, she could not live a better life or even exist in it at all.However, Catherine underestimates what her other more intrinsic self would have effect on her. The most remarkable claim by Catherine herself may be the best convincing evidence to distinguish the different roles of Heathcliff and Edgar—her “id” and her “superego”:“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else perished, and he was annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like foliage in the woods: time will change it. I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I'm Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure and more than I am always a pleasure to me, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable.”It was a happy thought to make her love the kind, wealthy, weak, elegant Edgar, yet in submission to her superego to oppose against her id, she would fall into a loss of the self. Since the id is the most primitive basis of personality, and the ego is formed out of the id, Catherine's life depends wholly on Heathcliff， as the whole connotation and truth of her life in the cosmic world, for its existence and further more for the significance of her existence. Heathcliff is the most necessary part of her being. She marries Edgar, but Heathcliff still clutches her soul in his passionate embrace. Although she is a bit ashamed of her early playmate, she loves him with a passionate abandonment that sets culture, education, the world at defiance. Catherine's wrong choice for marriage violates her inner desires. The choice is a victory for self-indulgence—a sacrifice of primary to secondary things. And she pays for it.On one hand, Catherine doesn't find the heavenly happiness she was longing for. Though as a girl “full of ambition”and “to be the greatest woman of the neighborhood” would be her pride, the enviable marriage could only flatter her vanity for a second. After her marriage, the comfortable and peaceful life in the Grange was just a monotonous and lifeless confinement of her soul. She feels chocked by the artificial and unnatural conditions in the closed Thrushcross Grange— a world in which the mind has hardened and become unalterable.“If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable. ” Catherine eventually knows that the Lintons' heaven is not her ideal heaven. She and Heathcliff really possess their common heaven. Just as Catherine says,“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”Catherine doesn't want to live in the Lintons' heaven; on the other hand, she has lost her own paradise that she ever had with Heathcliff on the bare hard moor in their childhood. The deepest bent of her nature announces her destiny—a wanderer between the two worlds. When she is alive, she occupies a position midway between the two. She belongs in a sense to both and is constantly drawn first in Heathcliff's direction, then in Edgar's, and then in Heathcliff's again and at last she loses herself completely. Her childish illusion to use her husband's money to aid Heatllcliff to rise out of her brother's power has vanished in thin air. And her constant struggle to reconcile two irreconcilable ways of life is in vain too, which only caused more disorder in the two worlds and in herself as well.In Freudian principles, should the ego continually fail in its task of satisfying the demands of the id, these three factors together—the painful repression of the id's instinctual desires, the guilt conscience of revolt against the superego's wishes, and the frustration of failure in finding outlets in the external world- would contribute to ever-increasing anxiety. The anxiety piles up and finally overwhelms the person. When this happens, the person is said to leave hallucinatory wish-fulfillment, then a nervous radical breakdown, and in the end may finish the person off. Catherine is destroyed into psychic fragmentation by the friction between the two. At the height of her Edgan-Heathcliff torment, Catherine lies delirious on the floor at the Grange. She dreams that she is back in her own old bed at Wuthering Heights “enclosed in the oak-paneled bed at home, and my heart ached with some great grief…my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered between me and Heathcliff.”Still dreaming, she tries to push back the panels of the oak bed, only to find herself touching the table and the carpet at the Grange:“My late anguish was swallowed in a paroxysm of despair. I cannot say why I was so wildly wretched ... and my all in all, as Heathcliff was at that time, and been converted at a stroke into Mrs. Linton...the wife of a stranger: an exile, and outcast.” She attempts to forget the lengthy days of years of life without her soul even in her temporary derangement.“Most strangely, the whole last seven years of my life grew a blank! I did not recall that they had been at all.” Her mental and physical decay rapidly leads to the body's mortal end. She dies and seems to have none into perfect peace.But even after her death, she is still a wandering ghost. In Chapter 3, Lockwood, the lodger in Catherine's oak-paneled bed at Wuthering Heights dreams about the little wailing ghost:“The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, ‘Let me in-Let me in’.‘ Who are you?’…‘Catherine Linton’, it replied, shiveringly…‘I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!’…Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till then blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, ‘Let me in!’…it is twenty years, twenty years. I've been a waif for twenty years!”Catherine aspires to be back in her heaven even being a spirit. But leer self-deceptive decision has made her fall from her and Heathcliff's heaven full of demonic love and her never docile or submissive nature has drawn her out of her and Edgar's heaven filled with civilized emptiness in the meantime. She pushes herself into her tragedy, the endless dilemma between her love and marriage, which won't end up with her death.Bibliography：1.Bronte Emily，Wuthering Heights，Beijing：Foreign Language Teaching and Research Press，London：Oxford University Press 19952.Freud Sigmund，Interpretation of Dreams，Beijing：Foreign Language Teaching and Research Press 20013.Travis Trysh，Heathcliff and Cathy，the Dysfunctional Couple，The Chronicle of Higher Education，Washington，20014.Steinitz Rebecca，Diaries and Displacement in Wuthering Heights，Studies in the Novel，Denton，2000 里面有你需要的英语论文，我载老一篇，不合适切看下嘛，呵呵！！！

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