看得見風景的房間（簡體書）

《看得見風景的房間》是英國作家愛德華·摩根·福斯特于1908年發表的一部小說，是福斯特最為浪漫、也最為樂觀的一部小說。講述的是一位英國中上階層的貴族少女露西到弗洛倫薩旅行期間，結識了英國人喬治，這一段旅行給露西的世界觀帶來了戲劇性的改變。兩人在英國重逢之后，露西毅然決定解除之前的婚約，與喬治在一起。她通過與自身階層的決裂，獲得自由和快樂。這既是一部愛情小說，同時也是對20世紀初壓抑虛偽的英國社會的批判。

愛德華·摩根·福斯特（1879-1970），英國小說家、散文家。曾榮獲英國最古老的文學獎——詹姆斯·泰特·布萊克紀念獎。美國藝術文學院設立E·M·福斯特獎來紀念這位偉大的作家。他反對資產階級道德價值觀念，倡導自由平等與人道精神。福斯特作品中的主人公幾乎都是與原有階級脫離，走向世俗社會價值觀約束外的自由世界。

世界文學名著表現了作者描述的特定時代的文化。閱讀這些名著可以領略著者流暢的文筆、逼真的描述、詳細的刻畫，讓讀者如同置身當時的歷史文化之中。為此，我們將這套精心編輯的“名著典藏”奉獻給廣大讀者。

我們找來了專門研究西方歷史、西方文化的專家學者，請教了專業的翻譯人員，精心挑選了這些可以代表西方文學的著作，并聽取了一些國外專門研究文學的朋友的建議，不刪節、不做任何人為改動，嚴格按照原著的風格，提供原汁原味的西方名著，讓讀者能享受純正的英文名著。

隨著閱讀的展開，你會發現自己的英語水平無形中有了大幅提高，并且對西方歷史文化的了解也日益深入廣闊。

送您一套經典，讓您受益永遠！

PART ONE
CHAPTER 1 THE BERTOLINI
CHAPTER 2 IN SANTA CROCE WITH NO BAEDEKER
CHAPTER 3 MUSIC, VIOLETS, AND THE LETTER “S”
CHAPTER 4 FOURTH CHAPTER
CHAPTER 5 POSSIBILITIES OF A PLEASANT OUTING
CHAPTER 6 THE REVEREND ARTHUR BEEBE, THE REVEREND CUTHBERT EAGER, MR. EMERSON, MR. GEORGE EMERSON, MISS ELEANOR LAVISH, MISS CHARLOTTE BARTLETT, AND MISS LUCY HONEYCHURCH DRIVE OUT IN CARRIAGES TO SEE A VIEW; ITALIANS DRIVE THEM
CHAPTER 7 THEY RETURN
PART TWO
CHAPTER 8 MEDIAEVAL
CHAPTER 9 LUCY AS A WORK OF ART
CHAPTER 10 CECIL AS A HUMOURIST
CHAPTER 11 IN MRS. VYSE’S WELL-APPOINTED FLAT
CHAPTER 12 TWELFTH CHAPTER PART ONE 
CHAPTER 1 THE BERTOLINI 
CHAPTER 2 IN SANTA CROCE WITH NO BAEDEKER 
CHAPTER 3 MUSIC, VIOLETS, AND THE LETTER “S” 
CHAPTER 4 FOURTH CHAPTER 
CHAPTER 5 POSSIBILITIES OF A PLEASANT OUTING 
CHAPTER 6 THE REVEREND ARTHUR BEEBE, THE REVEREND CUTHBERT EAGER, MR. EMERSON, MR. GEORGE EMERSON, MISS ELEANOR LAVISH, MISS CHARLOTTE BARTLETT, AND MISS LUCY HONEYCHURCH DRIVE OUT IN CARRIAGES TO SEE A VIEW; ITALIANS DRIVE THEM 
CHAPTER 7 THEY RETURN 
PART TWO 
CHAPTER 8 MEDIAEVAL 
CHAPTER 9 LUCY AS A WORK OF ART 
CHAPTER 10 CECIL AS A HUMOURIST 
CHAPTER 11 IN MRS. VYSE’S WELL-APPOINTED FLAT 
CHAPTER 12 TWELFTH CHAPTER 
CHAPTER 13 HOW MISS BARTLETT’S BOILER WAS SO TIRESOME 
CHAPTER 14 HOW LUCY FACED THE EXTERNAL SITUATION BRAVELY 
CHAPTER 15 THE DISASTER WITHIN 
CHAPTER 16 LYING TO GEORGE 
CHAPTER 17 LYING TO CECIL 
CHAPTER 18 LYING TO MR. BEEBE, MRS. HONEYCHURCH, FREDDY, AND THE SERVANTS 
CHAPTER 19 LYING TO MR. EMERSON 
CHAPTER 20 THE END OF THE MIDDLE AGES

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Miss Bartlett was unequal to the bath. All her barbed civilities came forth wrong end first. Young Mr. Emerson scored a notable triumph to the delight of Mr. Beebe and to the secret delight of Lucy.
“Poor young man!” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone. “How angry he is with his father about the rooms! It is all he can do to keep polite.”
“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe. Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.
“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. “Gentlemen sometimes do not realize – ” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy, she committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History. For she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:
“I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move.”
“How you do do everything,” said Lucy.
“Naturally, dear. It is my affair.”
“But I would like to help you.”
“No, dear.”
Charlotte’s energy! And her unselfishness! She had been thus all her life, but really, on this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet – there was a rebellious spirit in her which wondered whether the acceptance might not have been less delicate and more beautiful. At all events, she entered her own room without any feeling of joy.
“I want to explain,” said Miss Bartlett, “why it is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally, of course, I should have given it to you; but I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it.”
Lucy was bewildered.
“If you are to accept a favour it is more suitable you should be under an obligation to his father than to him. I am a woman of the world, in my small way, and I know where things lead to. However, Mr. Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.”
“Mother wouldn’t mind, I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.
Miss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato, and the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.
Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. Nothing more.
“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing, obnoxious, portentous with evil. She was seized with an impulse to destroy it, but fortunately remembered that she had no right to do so, since it must be the property of young Mr. Emerson. So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed.