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The Diamond Lens|钻石镜头

When I was ten years old, one of my older cousins gave me a microscope. For the first time, I looked through its magic lens. The clouds that surrounded2 my daily life rolled away. I saw a universe of tiny, living creatures in a drop of water. Day after day, night after night, I studied life under my microscope. The fungus3 that spoiled4 my mother's jam5, was, for me, a land of magic gardens. I would put one of those buds6 of green mould7 under my microscope and see beautiful forests where strange silver and golden fruit hung from the branches of tiny trees. I felt as if I had discovered another garden of Eden8. Although I didn't tell anyone about my secret world, I decided to spend my life studying the microscope.
  My parents had other plans for me. When I was nearly twenty years old, they insisted that I learned a profession9, even though we were a rich family and I really didn't have to work at all.
  I decided to study medicine in New York. This city was far away from my family, so I could spend my time as I pleased. As long as I paid my medical school fees10 every year, my family would never know I wasn't attending any classes. In New York, I would be able to buy excellent microscopes and meet scientists from all over the world. I would have plenty of money and plenty of time to spend on my dream. I left home with high hopes.
  Two days after I arrived in New York, I found a place to live. It was large enough for me to use one of the rooms as my laboratory. I filled this room with expensive scientific equipment, and I did not know how to use. But by the end of my first year in the city, I had become an expert with the microscope. I also had become more and more unhappy. The lens in my expensive microscope was still not strong enough to answer my questions about life. I imagined there were still secrets in nature that the limited power of my equipment prevented me from knowing.
  I lay awake nights11 wishing to find the perfect lens and instrument of a great-magnifying12 power. Such lens would permit me to see life in the smallest parts of its development. I was sure that the powerful lens like that could be built. And I spent my second year in New York trying to create it. Experimented with every kind of material, I tried simple glass, crystal13 and even precious stones14. But I always found myself back where I started.
  My parents were angry at the lack of progress in my medical studies. I had not gone to one class since arriving in New York. Also, I expended15 a lot of money on my experiments.
  One day, while I was working in my laboratory, Jules Simon knocked at my door. He lived in the apartment just above mine. I knew he loved jewelry, expensive clothing and good living. There was something mysterious about him, too. He always had something to sell, a painting, a rare statue16, an expensive pair of lamps. I never understood why Simon did this. He didn't seem to need the money.
  He had many friends among the best families of New York. Simon was very excited as he came into my laboratory.
  “Oh! My dear fellow,” he shouted, “I have just seen the most amazing thing in the world.”
  He told me he'd gone to visit a woman, who had strange magical powers. She could speak to the dead and read the minds of the living. To test her, Simon had written some questions about himself on a piece of paper. The woman, Madame Vulpes, had answered all of the questions correctly.
  Hearing about this woman gave me an idea. Perhaps, she would be able to help me discover the secret of a perfect lens.
  Two days later, I went to her house; Madame Vulpes was an ugly woman with sharp, cruel eyes. She didn't say a word to me when she opened the door, but took me right into her living room. We sat down at a large round table, and she spoke, “What do you want from me?”
  “I want to speak to a person who died many years before I was born.”
  “Put your hands on the table.”
  We sat there for several minutes. The room grew darker and darker. But Madame Vulpes did not turn on any lights. I began to feel a little silly. Then I felt a series of violent knocks. They shook the table, the back of my chair, the floor under my feet and even the windows. Madame Vulpes smiled.
  “They are very strong tonight. You are lucky. They want you to write down the name of the spirit you wish to talk to.”
  I tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and wrote down a name. I didn't show it to Madame Vulpes. After a moment, Madame Vulpes' hand began to shake so hard the table moved.
  She said a spirit was now holding her hand and would write me a message. I gave her paper and a pencil. She wrote something and gave the paper to me. The message read, “I am here. Question me.” It was signed “Leeuwenhoek17.” I couldn't believe my eyes. The name was the same one I had written on my piece of paper. I was sure that an ignorant18 woman like Madame Vulpes would not know who Leeuwenhoek was. Why would she know the name of the man who invented the microscope?
  Quickly, I wrote a question on another piece of paper.
  “How can I create the perfect lens?”
  Leeuwenhoek wrote back, “find a diamond of 140 carats19. Give it a strong electrical charge20. The electricity will change the diamond's atoms. From that stone, you can form the perfect lens.”
  I left Madame Vulpes' house in a state of painful excitement. Where would I find the diamond that large? All my family's money could not buy a diamond like that. And even if I had enough money I knew that such diamonds are very difficult to find.
  When I came home, I saw a light in Simon's window. I climbed the stairs to his apartment, and went in without knocking. Simon's back was toward me as he bent over a lamp. He looked as if he was carefully studying a small object in his hands. As soon as he heard me enter, he put the object in his pocket. His face became red. And he seemed very nervous.
  “What are you looking at?” I asked.
  Simon didn't answer me. Instead, he laughed nervously and told me to sit down. I couldn't wait to tell him my news.
  “Simon! I have just come from Madame Vulpes. She gave me some important information that will help me find the perfect lens. If only21 I could find a diamond that weighs 140 carats!”
  My words seemed to change Simon into a wild animal. He rushed to a small table and grasped a long, thin knife.
  “No!” he shouted, “You won't get my treasure. I will die before I give it to you.”
  “My dear, Simon,” I said, “I don't know what you are talking about. I went to Madame Vulpes to ask her for help with a scientific problem. She told me I needed an enormous diamond. You could not possibly own a diamond that large. If you did, you would be very rich and you wouldn't be living here.”
  He stared at me for a second, and then he laughed and apologized.
  “Simon,” I suggested, “let us drink some wine and forget all of this. I have two bottles downstairs in my apartment. What do you think?”
  “I like your idea,” he said.
       I brought the wine to his apartment and we began to drink. By the time we had finished the first bottle, Simon was very sleepy and very drunk. I felt as calm as ever for I believed that I knew Simon's secret.
  “Simon, I know you have a secret. Why don't you tell me about it?”  
  Something in my voice must have made he feel safe, he made me promise to keep his secret.
  Then he took a small box from his pocket. When he opened it, I saw a large diamond shaped like a rose and white light seemed to come from deep inside the diamond. Simon told me he'd stolen the diamond from a man in South America. He said it weighed exactly 140 carats.
  Excitement shocked my body.
  I could not believe my luck. On the same evening the spirit of Leeuwenhoek tells me the secret of the perfect lens, I find the diamond I need to create it. I decided to steal Simon's treasure. I sat across the table from him as he drank another glass of wine. I knew I could not simply steal the diamond.  Simon would call the police. There was only one way to get the diamond —I had to kill Simon.
  Everything I needed to murder Simon was right there in his apartment. A bottle full of sleeping powder was on the table near his bed. A long, thin knife laid on the table.
  Simon was so busy looking at his diamond that I was able to put the drug in his glass quite easily. He fell asleep in 15 minutes. I put his diamond in my pocket and carried Simon to the bed. I wanted to make a police think Simon had killed himself. I picked up Simon's long, thin knife and stared down at him. I tried to imagine exactly how the knife would enter Simon's heart if he were holding the knife himself. I pushed the knife deep into his heart. I heard a sound come from his throat like the bursting of a large bubble. His body moved and his right hand grasped the handle22 of the knife. He must have died immediately.
  I washed out glasses and took the two wine bottles away with me. I left the lights on, closed the door and went back to my apartment.
  Simon's death was not discovered until three o'clock the next day. One of the neighbors knocked at his door. And when there was no answer, she called the police. They discovered Simon's body on the bed.
  The police questioned everyone. But they did not learn the truth. The police finally decided Jules Simon had killed himself. And soon, everyone forgot about him. I had committed the perfect crime.
  For three months after Simon's death, I worked day and night on my diamond lens. At last, the lens was done. My hands shocked as I put a drop of water on a piece of glass. Carefully, I added some oil to the water to prevent it from drying. I turned on a strong light under the glass and looked through the diamond lens. For a moment, I saw nothing in that drop of water. And then, I saw a pure, white light. Carefully, I moved the lens of my microscope closer to the drop of water.
  Slowly, the white light began to change. It began to form shapes. I could see clouds and wonderful trees and flowers. These plants were the most unusual colors—bright reds, greens, purples as well as silver and gold. The branches of these trees moved slowly in a soft wind. Everywhere I looked, I could see fruits and flowers of a thousand different colors.
  “How strange,” I thought, “that this beautiful place has no animal life in it.”
  Then, I saw something moving slowly among the bright color trees and bushes. The branches of a purple and silver bush were gently pushed aside. And there, before my eye, stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was perfect; pink skin, large blue eyes and long golden hair that fell over her shoulders to her knees. She stepped away from the rainbow color trees like a flower floating on water. She drifted through the air.
  Watching her move was like listening to the sound of tiny bells ringing in the wind. She went to the rainbow color trees and looked up at one of them. The tree moved one of its branches that were full of fruit. It lowered a branch to her and she took one of the fruits. She turned it in her tiny hands and began to eat. How I wished I had the power to enter that bright light and float with her through those beautiful forests.
  Suddenly, I realized I had fell in love with this tiny creature. I loved someone who would never love me back, someone who was a prisoner in a drop of water.
  I ran out of the room, threw myself on my bed and cried till I fell asleep.
  Day after day, I returned to my microscope to watch her. I never left my apartment. I rarely even ate or slept.
  One day as usual, I went to my microscope ready to watch my love. She was there, but a terrible change had taken place. Her face had become thin and she could hardly walk. The wonderful light in her golden hair and blue eyes was gone. At that moment, I would have given my soul to become as small as she, and enter her world to help her.
  What was causing her to be so sick? She seemed in great pain. I watched her for hours helpless and alone with my breaking heart. She grew weaker and weaker. The forest also was changing. The trees were losing their wonderful colors.
  Suddenly, I realized I had not looked at the drop of water for several days. I had looked into it with the microscope, but not added it. As soon as I looked at the glass under the microscope, I understood the horrible truth. I'd forgotten to add more oil to the drop of water to stop it from drying. The drop of water had disappeared.
  I rushed again to look through the lens. The rainbow forests were all gone. My love lay in a spot of weak light. Her pink body was dried and wrinkled23. Her eyes were blackest dust. Slowly, she disappeared forever.
  I fainted and woke many hours later on pieces of my microscope. I'd fallen on it when I fainted. My mind was as broken as the diamond lens. I crawled24 to my bed and withdrew25 from the world.
  When I finally got better months later, all my money was gone. People now say I am crazy.
  They call me, “Linley, the mad scientist.” No one believes I spoke to the spirit of Leeuwenhoek. They laugh when I tell them how I killed Jules Simon and stole his diamond to make the perfect lens. They think I never saw that beautiful world in the drop of water. But I know the truth of the diamond lens.
  And now so do you.

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1. Fitz James O'Brien  (1828-1862) 19世纪上半叶美国最著名的短篇小说作家之一,美国科幻小说的先驱。
2. surround   v. 包围
3. fungus  n.真菌
4. spoil   v. 损坏 
5. jam   n. 果酱
6. bud  n. 芽
7. mould   n. 霉,霉菌
8. garden of Eden 伊甸园
9. profession   n. 职业,专业 
10. fee  n. 学费  
11. nights  [naits] adv. (美国英语)在夜间 (= at night or by night)
12. great-magnifying 高倍放大的
magnify   v. 放大,扩大
13. crystal   n.  水晶
14. precious   stones 宝石
15. expend   v. 耗费,支出  
16. rare statue  稀有珍贵的雕像  
17. Leeuwenhoek (1632—1723) 列文虎克, 荷兰博物学家,显微镜发明者
18. ignorant    adj. 无知的
19. carat   n. 克拉(宝石重量单位)
20. charge   n. 充电,电荷
21. if only (通常与虚拟语气连用)要是…就好了,但愿

22. handle   n.  柄,手柄 
23. wrinkle  v. 发皱,出现皱纹
24. crawl   v. 爬,爬行
25. withdrew 为 withdraw的过去式,意为“后退,缩回”