求約翰·斯坦貝克的諾貝爾文學獎獲獎感言，演講稿譯文。

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Banquet SpeechJohn Steinbeck"s speech at the Nobel Banquet at the City Hall in Stockholm, December 10, 1962I thank the Swedish Academy for finding my work worthy of this highest honor.In my heart there may be doubt that I deserve the Nobel award over other men of letters whom I hold in respect and reverence - but there is no question of my pleasure and pride in having it for myself.It is customary for the recipient of this award to offer personal or scholarly comment on the nature and the direction of literature. At this particular time, however, I think it would be well to consider the high duties and the responsibilities of the makers of literature.Such is the prestige of the Nobel award and of this place where I stand that I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession and in the great and good men who have practiced it through the ages.Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches - nor is it a game for the cloistered elect, the tinhorn mendicants of low calorie despair.Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed.The skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and exclusive. From the beginning, their functions, their duties, their responsibilities have been decreed by our species.Humanity has been passing through a gray and desolate time of confusion. My great predecessor, William Faulkner, speaking here, referred to it as a tragedy of universal fear so long sustained that there were no longer problems of the spirit, so that only the human heart in conflict with itself seemed worth writing about.Faulkner, more than most men, was aware of human strength as well as of human weakness. He knew that the understanding and the resolution of fear are a large part of the writer"s reason for being.This is not new. The ancient commission of the writer has not changed. He is charged with exposing our many grievous faults and failures, with dredging up to the light our dark and dangerous dreams for the purpose of improvement.Furthermore, the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man"s proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit - for gallantry in defeat - for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally-flags of hope and of emulation.I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man, has no dedication nor any membership in literature.The present universal fear has been the result of a forward surge in our knowledge and manipulation of certain dangerous factors in the physical world.It is true that other phases of understanding have not yet caught up with this great step, but there is no reason to presume that they cannot or will not draw abreast. Indeed it is a part of the writer"s responsibility to make sure that they do.With humanity"s long proud history of standing firm against natural enemies, sometimes in the face of almost certain defeat and extinction, we would be cowardly and stupid to leave the field on the eve of our greatest potential victory.Understandably, I have been reading the life of Alfred Nobel - a solitary man, the books say, a thoughtful man. He perfected the release of explosive forces, capable of creative good or of destructive evil, but lacking choice, ungoverned by conscience or judgment.Nobel saw some of the cruel and bloody misuses of his inventions. He may even have foreseen the end result of his probing - access to ultimate violence - to final destruction. Some say that he became cynical, but I do not believe this. I think he strove to invent a control, a safety valve. I think he found it finally only in the human mind and the human spirit. To me, his thinking is clearly indicated in the categories of these awards.They are offered for increased and continuing knowledge of man and of his world - for understanding and communication, which are the functions of literature. And they are offered for demonstrations of the capacity for peace - the culmination of all the others.Less than fifty years after his death, the door of nature was unlocked and we were offered the dreadful burden of choice.We have usurped many of the powers we once ascribed to God.Fearful and unprepared, we have assumed lordship over the life or death of the whole world - of all living things.The danger and the glory and the choice rest finally in man. The test of his perfectibility is at hand.Having taken Godlike power, we must seek in ourselves for the responsibility and the wisdom we once prayed some deity might have.Man himself has become our greatest hazard and our only hope.So that today, St. John the apostle may well be paraphrased: In the end is the Word, and the Word is Man - and the Word is with Men.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Prior to the speech, R. Sandler, Member of the Royal Academy of Sciences, commented, ?Mr. John Steinbeck - In your writings, crowned with popular success in many countries, you have been a bold observer of human behaviour in both tragic and comic situations. This you have described to the reading public of the entire world with vigour and realism. Your Travels with Charley is not only a search for but also a revelation of America, as you yourself say: ?This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.? Thanks to your instinct for what is genuinely American you stand out as a true representative of American life.?

歷屆諾貝爾獎獲獎人演講稿

愛的校領導、老師們，親愛的同學們：大家好

　　我很榮幸，并代表全校獲獎的同學在此表達我們對學校及老師們的感激之情。

　　首先，我很感謝學校。

對于我們廣大學生來說，這是對我們在學習上的一種肯定，更是對我們學習上的一種激勵和鼓舞，使我們在學習上不敢有絲毫懈怠。

另外，我還要感謝培育我們的老師們，因為有了你們的辛勤付出，才有了我們今天的收獲。

　　此時此刻我捧著手中的獎，心里感慨萬千。

雖然并不多，但我想這每一個獎的背后都是各位同學日夜苦戰，用自己的勤奮努力和老師家長們的付出換來的。

我不想說我們累，更不想說我們苦。

因為我們是青春、瀟灑的90后，風雨過后我們依然會展露笑容，今日的累是為了我們明日的輝煌，為了我們肩上那不可推卸的歷史重任。

我相信我們會做的更好。

　　不過，獲得了獎并不意味著就達到了我們的目標而可以停滯不前。

在人生旅途中，獲獎只是一種助推器，而不是最根本的動力器。

我們要如何前進

答案就掌握在我們自己的手中。

所以，獎并不是我們最終的目標，而是我們前進路途中的一股動力。

我們應正確看待這種獎勵和榮譽。

不能因為一時取得好的成績而驕傲，也不能因為成績一時不理想而氣餒。

學習就如逆水行舟，不進則退。

只有不斷地努力，不驕不躁，認真對待學習，不輕言放棄，看淡得失。

以一顆平常心，踏實勤奮。

才能取得更優異的成績，才能創造更美好的未來。

當然，沒有獲得獎學金的同學更不能放棄。

要努力起來，哪怕最終沒有成功，最起碼自己努力了，也無愧于心。

　　作為一名學生，面對獲獎，我除了些許的緊張和好奇，更多的是一份坦然，我們相信努力就會成功。

在此，我也想送上我衷心的祝福，希望你們能放飛自己的理想，創出更美的輝煌。

諾貝爾獎英文發言稿

I decline to accept the end of man. William Faulkner: Nobel Prize SpeechStockholm, SwedenDecember 10, 1950 All his life William Faulkner had avoided speeches, and insisted that he not be taken as a man of letters. "I"m just a farmer who likes to tell stories." he once said. Because of his known aversion to making formal pronouncements, there was much interest, when he traveled to Stockholm to receive the prize on December 10, 1950, in what he would say in the speech that custom obliged him to deliver. Faulkner evidently wanted to set right the misinterpretation of his own work as pessimistic. But beyond that, he recognized that, as the first American novelist to receive the prize since the end of World War II, he had a special obligation to take the changed situation of the writer, and of man, into account.Richard Ellmann I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work--a life"s work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. It will not be difficult to find a dedication for the money part of it commensurate with the purpose and significance of its origin. But I would like to do the same with the acclaim too, by using this moment as a pinnacle from which I might be listened to by the young men and women already dedicated to the same anguish and travail, among whom is already that one who will some day stand where I am standing. Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only one question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed--love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, and victories without hope and worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands. Until he learns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man. I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet"s, the writer"s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet"s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

諾貝爾獲獎者的獲獎感言

答謝詞：諾貝爾文學獎在我心目中是意外的殊榮，很遺憾我職責在身，不能親自來斯德哥爾摩，從你們敬愛的國王陛下手中領獎。

你們容許我將此任務托付給吾妻，我感激不盡。

我有幸列名的案卷代表20世紀世界文學的種種杰出成就。

瑞典學會的判斷是整個文明世界公認為無私、可信又誠懇的。

諸位決定將我收錄在內，我引以為榮，也承認有點害怕。

但愿你們沒有錯。

我覺得你我雙方都冒著相當的危險，我覺得自己不配得獎。

不過諸位若不擔心，我也不再存疑。

請采納

作文:讀完莫言諾貝爾文學獎獲獎演講稿后有什么感想?（400字左右）

服了你們老師，給你們出這么難的題目，這不是小孩子該想的，他表達的情感太復雜，或者說被人們太多復雜的解讀，都不是大人能搞明白的。

他寫的都是災難的時代，或者他自己感受過的種種苦難，我估計是小孩子的時候挨餓，給他創傷太深，同樣的事情，兒童眼里看來就會特別殘酷，而且這種殘酷和討厭虛偽的感覺，到老不能改。

所以，他寫了一個無情但無私的世界

一個母親善良但社會虛偽惡劣的世界

你不覺得這很分裂嗎。

那些個時代荒謬，但人們的邏輯并非那么不可理喻，跳出來看，為什么會犯錯大體是清楚的。

我不是說不存在深切的虛偽和苦難，還有人性的種種惡劣不光明的一面，政治也有骯臟的一面，就像你鄧爺爺說的，制度訂的不當，會讓好人不能充分做好事，壞人趁機干盡壞事（甚至好人也能干壞事）----------這些道理，我們全民早懂了阿

------我不知道看些精致的怨言有什么教益，易地易時作人，你也會同樣陷進坑里。

我可以理解，或者說盡量理解他的苦難，但是不接受他的觀點，也不喜歡找他的文章看，我寧愿要紀實文學，或者現實主義的描寫（就像那誰說的，到老了明白最好的文學是直接去寫，不要靠賣弄才氣--------我好像也明白了），不要變形，夸張和嘲弄--------不要講故事的書看。

---------對了，他告訴你，他描寫的人物，原型和小說很不同的，我在意這個。

-----------------------------------對了，他的文章原本應該是寫給我們這些國人看的，他不可能寫作時就想象到哪篇為爭取諾獎而寫-------這一點對于怎么理解他，和他的文章，并非不重要。

-----尤其是中國人，都懂得，嘛叫內外有別?

丁肇中諾貝爾獲獎發言詞

丁肇中諾貝爾獎發言詞： 國王、王后陛下，王族們，各位朋友： 得到諾貝爾獎，是一個科學家最大的榮譽。

我是在舊中國長大的，因此，想借這個機會向發展中國家的青年們強調實驗工作的重要性。

中國有句古話：“勞心者治人，勞力者治于人。

”這種落后的思想，對發展中國家的青年們有很大的害處。

由于這種思想，很多發展中國家的學生都傾向于理論的研究，而避免實驗工作。

事實上，自然科學理論不能離開實驗的基礎，特別是物理學更是從實驗中產生的。

我希望由于我這次得獎，能夠喚起發展中國家的學生們的興趣，而注意實驗工作的重要性。

諾貝爾文學獎阿列克謝獲獎感言

我其實不是一個人站在這領獎臺上。

小時候我和小伙伴喜歡在戶外玩耍，但是每當夜幕降臨，疲憊的村婦們一起坐在農舍邊的長凳上開始講故事時，她們的聲音就會像磁石一樣吸引我們。

這些婦女沒有一個人有丈夫、父親或者兄弟。

二戰之后，我幾乎看不到村子里有男人出沒。

戰爭期間，四分之一的白俄羅斯人喪生，有些死于前線抗擊敵人，有些死于后方和敵對游擊隊的戰斗。

我從童年時代就已經明白了愛的真正內涵。

每當我走在街上，記錄下聽到的各種詞匯、短語和感嘆時，我都會在想：有多少小說都沒有痕跡地消失了啊

人們還不能直接把他們生活中的對話記錄下來作為文學作品，因為人們不懂得去欣賞這些對話，也不會因為讀它們而感到驚訝或者快樂。

我喜歡人類交談的方式，我喜歡寂寞的人聲。

為什么關于戰爭

因為我們是戰爭中的人——我們一直在戰爭或者準備戰爭。

在家里，在街上。

這也是為什么這個國家的人命如此廉價。

一切都是戰爭。

在一次旅行中，我遇到了一個女人，她在二戰期間是一名醫療兵。

她告訴我一個故事：冬天她們穿過拉多加湖時，敵人注意到了風吹草動，開始朝她們射擊。

人和馬都摔在了冰上，這一切都發生在夜里。

她抓住一個受傷的人，開始把他拖向岸邊。

‘我拉著他，他全身赤裸濕透，衣服都被撕爛了。

’她對我說。

到岸后，她發現自己拽的是一條巨大的受傷的鱘魚，這個女人想到：人類在受苦受難，但是動物、鳥和魚，它們做了什么

在另一次旅行中，我聽到了另一個醫療兵的故事。

在一次戰斗中，她把一名受傷的士兵拉到彈坑，突然發現這是一名德國兵。

他的腿斷了，不停流血。

他是敵人

怎么辦

自己這邊的人全死了。

但是，她還是幫德國兵包扎好，隨后又跑出來，拖著一名失去意識的蘇聯兵來到彈坑。

蘇聯兵見到德國兵時，雙方都拔槍想殺了對方。

我給了蘇聯兵一耳光，又扇了德國兵一耳光。

我們的腿都浸沒在血泊中。

彼此的血融在了一起。

女人的戰爭，而不是英雄的戰爭，不是一方英勇地殺死了另一方。

我記得女人們頻繁地哀嘆：一場戰役后，你穿過田野，他們都躺在那里……都很年輕，很英俊。

他們躺在那里，看著天空。

你為他們感到難過和惋惜，戰爭雙方的人。

戰爭無非就是殺戮。

這是女性記憶中的戰爭模樣。

‘消失’是女人談論最多的東西，戰爭可以很快將一切化為烏有，不管是人命還是時間。

男人們十七八歲就志愿上前線，但并不意味著他們想殺人。

但是，他們準備隨時赴死。

為了祖國而死。

為了斯大林而死。

這些是無法從歷史中抹去的詞。

俄羅斯文學的有趣之處在于，它講述了在一個大國實施一場實驗的故事。

我經常被問到：你為什么總是寫悲劇

因為這就是我們的生活。

現在我們住在不同的國家，但是‘紅’人無處不在。

他們來自同一個國家，曾擁有相同的生活，有著相同的記憶。

在我的祖國，孩子們從小就了解死亡。

我們被教育了死亡的含義。

我們被告知人類的存在就是為了奉獻一切，犧牲自我。

我們被教會如何用武器去對待別人。

邪惡是冷酷無情的，你必須要對此打個預防針。

”阿列克謝耶維奇說，他們是在行刑人和受害者之間成長起來的，他們的生活環境是被玷污的，“我已經寫了五本書，但我感覺到它們都是同一本，都在講述烏托邦的歷史。

過去有段時間，整個20世紀沒有一個政治理念可以和共產主義（以十月革命為象征）相提并論，共產主義比任何其他事情都更強烈且富有感染力地吸引著西方知識分子。

但是實際上，共產主義理想已經至少2000多歲了。

我們可以在柏拉圖的理想國里找到它的淵源；在阿里斯多芬尼斯有關‘萬物共享’的夢里看到它的影子；歷史上還有托馬斯·莫爾和托馬索·坎帕內拉，圣西蒙，傅里葉和羅伯特·歐文這些人。

俄羅斯人的骨子里有一種精神推動著他們去試圖把這些夢想變成現實。

我那位至死都相信共產主義的父親把黨員卡留到了最后。

我的父親、我的朋友以及我身邊的許多人，他們都來自同一個地方——社會主義，他們之中有許多理想主義者、浪漫主義者。

但在今天，他們會被稱為‘被綁架的浪漫主義者’，或者‘烏托邦的奴隸’。

我相信他們所有人本都可以過上不一樣的生活，但他們還是選擇了蘇聯式生活。

為什么會這樣

為了找到答案，我花了很長一段時間。

我行走于這個曾被稱為蘇聯的幅員遼闊的土地，并留下了成千上萬的磁帶。

我一點點地回顧社會主義的歷史，回顧社會主義對人類的影響。

我發現人類其實是很小的概念，尤其具體到我們每一個人。

但在現實中，人類讓一切發生皆有可能。

白俄羅斯的土地，那里是我父親的家鄉，那兒有我的整個人生；烏克蘭，我母親的家鄉、我出生的地方；以及俄羅斯的偉大文化，沒有它我不能想象自己。

我很愛這三個家。

但是在這個時代，我們很難談愛。