偷懒不翻了。您将就着看吧。很喜欢他最后那句话:“我自有我自己的deity。定义再模胡也是俺的,与任何人无关!”
“Our conversations after the lesson would inevitably lead toward some matter of faith; Dr. Heriot assumed I went to church and he was very curious as to which one. It did no good to explain that I was an agnostic, to him a heathen. My disregard of conventional faith was incomprehensible to him.
"One day Dr. Herriot asked what I was currently reading. I told him I was immersed in Shelley's Prometheus. He was shocked, and said, "Shelley was a dastardly atheist." I could not understand Dr. Herriot any more than he could me.
"Another conversation turned to evolution. "There is no such thing as evolution!" exclaimed Dr. Herriot. "There is only devolution from the year of the Creation!"
"I appeared perplexed. He followed with, "We know God created the world in October, four thousand and four years before Christ; we are waiting for the Second Coming which will take place soon! Don't believe this evolution rubbish!"
"Now I was stunned. I ventured, "Dr. Herriot, how do you explain the fossils in the rocks?"
The silver-maned Reverrend Doctor looked at me with what would pass as theatrical compassion and said, "My dear boy, God put them there to tempt our faith."
"After that revelation I could not return to him for further instruction. His cold blue eyes in the ruddy, white-whiskered face, his pronouncement at rigid faith, and his implications of what would happen to me on Judgment Day, all were at huge variance with the luminance of music, the revelation of philosophy and poetry, the freedom of the rolling hills and the ocean.
"From my conversations with Dr. Herriot and others came my realization that intolerance, unreason, and exclusionism exist and that all three are blended in many manifestation of our society. This stimulated my intellectual and imaginative faculties, but also drew sharp lines of separation between myself and a good part of the society in which I lived. I believe religion to be deeply personal; I am a loner with my particular amorphous sense of deity."
--Ansel Adams Autobiography, Chapter 3(?) Childhood