求1000字以内英语短篇小说

Ⅰ 求篇英文短篇小说，任何体裁都可以，用做上英语课的演讲用，600——1000字的左右

It was the day before Easter and Peter Cottontail was very busy.As the Chief Easter Bunny,it was his job to hide all the eggs for all the Easter egg hunts around the world.
时间是复活节之前，皮特很忙。作为主要的复活节兔子，他的工作是将所有的为全世界复活节狩猎所需要的蛋藏起来。
Peter wanted to be sure that he had enough of the beautifully colored eggs for everyone.So he was counting them all.But he kept getting distracted and losing count.
皮特想确定他有充足的为复活节而准备的美丽的彩蛋。所以他正在把它们都数一数。但是他一直分神而忘了数的数字。
First,Peter thought he heard the meow of one little kitten.But he didn't see a kitten.Next he thought he heard two meows from two kittens,but he still didn't see anything.
Then Peter thought he heard three meows from three little kittens.
"Maybe they're outside,"thought Peter.So,he opened the door and sure engough...
开始，皮特想他听到了一只小猫的叫声。但是他看不见一只小猫。接着他想他听到了两只小猫的声音，但是他依然什么都看不见。
然后皮特想他看见了三只小猫的声音。
“也许他们在外面，”皮特想。所以他打开门来看个清楚...
There sat three unhappy,little kittens.Peter asked them what was wrong.
"We were playing hide-and-seek with our mitten*,"**plained the kittens."We are very good at hiding,but we are not very good at seeking.And now our mittens are lost."
"If you help me count my eggs,then I can help you find your mittens,"Peter told them.
The three little kittens were so happy that they began to dance and sing.
那里坐着三只不愉快的小猫。皮特问他们有什么麻烦。
“我们用我们的拳击手套玩了‘藏了找’的游戏，”小猫们解释。“我们擅长藏，但是我们不擅长找。现在我们的拳击手套找不到了。”
“假如你们帮助我数我的蛋，然后我就能够帮助你们找到你们的拳击手套，”皮特告诉他们。
那三只小猫如此地高兴以致他们又跳舞又唱歌。
Everyone went into the house and,one-two-three,they counted all the eggs.There were enough eggs for everyone and even three too many.
"Great!"said Peter."It's good to have extra eggs,just in case any break.Now let's find your mittens."
Off went Peter Cottontail and the three little kittens,with Peter Cottontail hopping big-bunny hops and the kittens racing along to keep up.
每个人都进入屋子，一、二、三，他们数了所有的蛋。为每个人准备的蛋是充足的，甚至还多出了三个。
“太好了！”皮特说。“有多余的蛋很好，恰好预防破蛋的情况。现在让我们来找你的拳击手套。”
皮特和三只小猫走出去，皮特跳着大兔步，而三只小猫则跑在后面跟着他。
First,they passed a house made of straw-but no one was there.
Next they passed a house made of sticks.No one was home there either.
Finally,they came to a very nice house made of bricks.
Peter and the three kittens knocked on the door of the pretty brick brick.Soon,three little pigs came out to meet them.
"Welcome!Welcome!"said the three little pigs."We are so glad to have visitors.The Big Bad Wolf chased all our friends away and no one visit us anymore.Won't you come in for a while?"
首先，他们经过了一个由稻草制成的房子，但是每人在家。
接着他们来到一个有树枝做成的房子，也没人在家。
最后他们来到一个由砖头制成的房子。
皮特和三只小猫敲打那个精美的小屋的门。不久，三只小猪出来迎接他们。
“欢迎！欢迎！”三只小猪说。“我们很高兴有人来拜访我们。大坏狼赶走了我们的所有的朋友，再也没人来拜访我们了。你们不进来呆一会吗？”
Peter and the kitten* **plained that they were looking for the kittens' lost mittens.This made the kittens so sad that they began to cry.
"Don't cry,little kittens,"said the three pigs."We haven't see any mittens,but you are welcome to look around."
So everyone looked,but they didn't find the kitten's mittens.
皮特和三个小猫解释他们在寻找小猫丢失的拳击手套。这件事让小猫们哭了起来。
“不要哭，小猫，”三只小猪说，“我们没有看见什么拳击手套。但是欢迎你们在附近找找。”
所以每个人一起看了看，但是他们没有发现小猫的拳击手套。
"You should ask Humpty Dumpty,"suggested the three little pigs."He sits so high up on his wall that he sees everything.Maybe he has seen your mittens."
Peter and the three kittens thanked the pigs and said good-bye.Then off they went.
“你们应该问问汉仆.达谱，”三只小猪建议。“他坐在他家的很高的墙上让他能看见每件事情。也许他看见了你们的拳击手套。”
Before long,they came to a very high wall with a strange,little man sitting on top.
"Excuse me,"said Peter Cottontail,"Are you Humpty Dumpty?"
"Yes,I am,"said the man,"How can I help you?"
不久，他们来到一堵非常高的墙面前，一个陌生的，很小的人坐在墙上。
“对不起，”皮特说，“你是汉仆.达谱吗？”
“是的，”那个人说，“我能帮助你们吗？”
Once again,the three little kitten* **plained how they lost their mittens.And they became so sad that again they began to cry.
"Do not cry,little kittens,"said Humpty Dumpty."This morning I saw three little kittens hide their mittens in the tall grass next to the Babbling Brook."
The three litten kittens began to dance and sing.
"Now we remember!Thank you,thank you!"they cheered.
三只小猫把怎么丢失拳击手套的事又解释了一遍。他们如此地伤心以致他们哭了。
“不要哭，小猫，”汉仆.达谱说，“今天早上我看见三只小猫在胡说河边的高草中藏他们的拳击手套。”
三只小猫开始又跳又唱。
“现在我们记得了！谢谢你，谢谢你！”他们欢呼。

Peter was very happy to have helped the kittens.But suddenly he remembered about Easter.
"Oh no!"he cried."It is almost Easter and I haven't hidden any eggs yet!What will I do?"
皮特很高兴帮助了小猫。但是突然他记得了复活节。
“哦，不！”他喊，“几乎到了复活节了，我还没有将蛋藏好呢！我该怎么办呢？”
"Don't worry."said the three little kittens."You have seen that we are good at hiding things.We will help you hide the eggs."
Peter accepted their help and off everyone rushed,with Peter hopping big-bunny hops and the kittens racing along to keep up.
“不要害怕。”三只小猫说。“你看见了我们擅长藏东西。我们将帮助你来藏蛋。”
皮特接受了他们的帮助，每个人跑起来，皮特跳着大兔步，小猫们在后面奔跑着追赶。
By Easter morning,everything was finished.Best of all,none of the eggs had broken.So Peter gave the three extra eggs to the three little kittens as thanks for all their help.
到了复活节早上，每件事都完成了。最好的是，没有一个蛋被弄破。所以皮特将三个多余的蛋送给了三只小猫作为对他们的帮助的感谢。
--Henry David Thoreau/享利.大卫.梭罗

However mean your life is,meet it and live it ;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life,poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant,thrilling,glorious hourss,even in a poor-house.The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts,as in a palace.The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means.which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb,like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things,whether clothes or friends,Turn the old,return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

不论你的生活如何卑贱，你要面对它生活，不要躲避它，更别用恶言咒骂它。它不像你那样坏。你最富有的时候，倒是看似最穷。爱找缺点的人就是到天堂里也能找到缺点。你要爱你的生活，尽管它贫穷。甚至在一个济贫院里，你也还有愉快、高兴、光荣的时候。夕阳反射在济贫院的窗上，像身在富户人家窗上一样光亮；在那门前，积雪同在早春融化。我只看到，一个从容的人，在哪里也像在皇宫中一样，生活得心满意足而富有愉快的思想。城镇中的穷人，我看，倒往往是过着最独立不羁的生活。也许因为他们很伟大，所以受之无愧。大多数人以为他们是超然的，不靠城镇来支援他们；可是事实上他们是往往利用了不正当的手段来对付生活，他们是毫不超脱的，毋宁是不体面的。视贫穷如园中之花而像圣人一样耕植它吧！不要找新的花样，无论是新的朋友或新的衣服，来麻烦你自己。找旧的，回到那里去。万物不变，是我们在变。你的衣服可以卖掉，但要保留你的思想。

Ⅱ 经典短篇小说推荐,字数在1000字以内的

小橘灯，，，
你可以看看老的语文教材，选录的都是经典

Ⅲ 1000字的欧亨利短篇小说读后感怎么写

清晨的一抹阳光落在书桌上的一本书上——《欧·亨利短篇小说精选》，翻开细细品读。
欧·亨利是美国杰出的小说家，他的作品富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”。
《最后的常春藤叶》是欧·亨利的代表作，是写美国格林尼治村三位贫穷画家相濡以沫、彼此帮助的故事，是一曲美好心灵的颂歌。苏和复西的邻居贝尔门是一个画了一辈子画却还没名气的画家。不久，复西得了严重的肺炎，而且病情越来越重。她把生命的希望寄托在窗外最后一片藤叶上，以为藤叶落下之时，就是她生命结束之时。然而令人惊奇的是，尽管屋外的风刮得那样厉害，而锯齿形的叶子边缘已经枯萎发黄，但它仍然长在高高的藤枝上。于是奇迹出现了，复西没有死。原来是一直默默无闻的老画家贝尔门，在一个风雨交加的夜晚，为了画上最后一片藤叶，身体本来就差的贝尔门着了凉，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最后时刻，终于完成了他已等待二十五年的杰作。
小说的结尾完全颠覆读者的遐想，原来以为要死的人活了，所有人都认为不可能有绝世之作的老画家却画出了，激发垂死之人强烈求生欲望的神圣作品。《最后一片藤叶》充满了感伤气氛。作者用这样出乎意料的结尾来赞美了穷艺术家之间“相漏以沫”的友谊，突出地刻画了一个舍己为人，以自己的生命创作出毕生“最后的杰作”的老画家的形象。这和《警察与赞美诗》那外表高贵而内心险恶的“上等人”形成了鲜明对比，揭示了社会淹没人才，注重外表的现实发人深省。引起读者对友谊的思考。什么是真正的友谊？是关系场上的互相利用却又笑面相迎的朋友，还是寂寞时叫出来喝茶吐露心事的朋友，又或者是救你于危难之际的患难友人？
有人曾说过：“什么是爱，爱就是无限的宽容，些许之事亦能带来的喜悦。爱就是无意识的善意，自我的彻底忘却。”
《麦琪的礼物》就道出了爱的真谛。一对小夫妻在圣诞节来临的时候，双方都精心准备了一件特殊的礼物，丈夫杰姆为了给妻子的美发配上一套梳子，卖了自己的金表，买了梳子，妻子德拉为了丈夫的金表卖了自己的美发，买了一条表链，当他们互赠礼物时，才发现自己准备的礼物已不是对方需要的，其实不然，他们得到了比梳子和表链更珍贵的礼物——爱。
表面上看他们极不明智地为了对方而牺牲了他们家各自最宝贵的东西，但我深深地感到，他们彼此深爱着对方。他们能牺牲自己最贵重的物品，为的是给对方买来最好的礼物。可是双方卖掉了自己贵重的物品，那么对方的礼物已经不适合自己了，而他们做这些事的时候，都是为了对方着想，根本没有考虑自己。正是因为他们互相爱着，而且是深深地爱着对方，才会有这样有趣的结局。古语云：患难时刻见真情。纵观我们当今的环境名利当头，人与人之间的冷漠，事不关己高高挂起，完全以利益为重。道德、亲情、爱情被金钱冲散的支离破碎。为了利益与金钱夫妻分道扬镳，兄弟反目，朋友相互猜疑，仿佛只有功利才是第一位的。而然这篇文章却能时时唤起人们内心的本善，使之能够让人还能够体会到世间真情的祥和与温暖，主导的人性并不是尔虞我诈，见利忘意。我们要去关爱别人，这样别人才会爱我们，正是有了爱，人与人之间才会相互理解，人与人之间才有温情。人与动物之间也是因为有了爱，动物才会信任人类，不伤害人类，与人类和平相处。爱的力量真的是很伟大的，有一首歌里面就唱到了：只要人人都献出一点爱，世界将变成美好的人间。正如诺贝尔奖获得者特雷莎修女所说：“我们常常无法做伟大的事，但我们可以用伟大的爱去做些小事。”'让我来爱，直到受伤。'我们每个人应该发扬自己奉献的爱心，去关爱世人让这个世间变的更加美好。
更多读后感可以访问口袋作文读后感频道dhg.koudaizuowen.com，或者网络“口袋作文”直达官网。

Ⅳ 求一篇短篇小说（英文的，字数500-1000词）

Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Johnsy's real name was Joanna. In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. Johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. She looked through the small window. She could see the side of the brick house next to her building. One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room. "She has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "And that chance is for her to want to live. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?" "She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue. "Paint?" said the doctor. "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "I will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Young artists must work their way to "Art" by making pictures for magazine stories. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside. Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "What is it, dear?" asked Sue. "Six," said Johnsy, quietly. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now." "Five what, dear?" asked Sue. "Leaves. On the plant. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?" "Oh, I never heard of such a thing," said Sue. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. Don't be silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said ¨C he said the chances were ten to one! Try to eat some soup now. And, let me go back to my drawing, so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another one. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too." "Johnsy, dear," said Sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves." "Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Mister Behrman up to be my model for my drawing of an old miner. Don't try to move until I come back." Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor of the apartment building. Behrman was a failure in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little, old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him. Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas that had been waiting twenty-five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf. Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a vine? Why do you let that silly business come in her brain?" "She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas." "This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick," yelled Behrman. "Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away." Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner. The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window. "Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly. Sue obeyed. After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground. "It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall ring the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time." "Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down toward the bed. "Think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?" But Johnsy did not answer. The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there. Johnsy lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was preparing chicken soup. "I've been a bad girl," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now." An hour later she said: "Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples." Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway. "Even chances," said the doctor. "With good care, you'll win. And now I must see another case I have in your building. Behrman, his name is -- some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain." The next day, the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now -- that's all." Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her. "I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was sick only two days. They found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a terrible night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted. And they found a ladder that had been moved from its place. And art supplies and a painting board with green and yellow colors mixed on it. And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrman's masterpiece ¨C he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."

Ⅳ 杰克伦敦短篇小说读后感1000字

我很抱歉很难回答你的问题，因为我不清楚你要哪篇小说的读后感……
笼统来讲，杰克伦敦的短篇小说带有一种原始而野性的美，他富有激情的文字，向我们描述了那些古老而又传奇的故事，印第安人的传说，（《自然的法则》《基什的故事》）淘金者的冒险，（《黄金谷》《为赶路者干杯》）拳击手的拼搏（《一块牛排》《墨西哥人》），以及各种各样人在与大自然作斗争的奋斗故事（《幻日追踪》，《热爱生命》）。那荒凉空旷又蕴藏宝藏的阿拉斯加，波涛汹涌岛屿星罗棋布的太平洋，横贯美洲大陆的铁路线，形形色色的鲜活人物，人与自然的严酷搏斗，人与人之间错综复杂的社会关系……
杰克·伦敦的创作，笔力刚劲，语言质朴，情节富于戏剧性。他常常将笔下人物置于极端严酷，生死攸关的环境之下，以此展露人性中最深刻、最真实的品格。杰克·伦敦赞美勇敢、坚毅和爱这些人类的高贵的品质，他笔下那“严酷的真实”常常使读者受到强烈的心灵震撼

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詹姆斯乔伊斯的短篇小说《死者》的读后感 1500字:

詹姆斯•乔伊斯，以其细腻的富有现实主义的笔触写下了十五个短篇，十五种不同的人生，他们又都互不认识独自生存于二十世纪初的爱尔兰 。乔伊斯的这些在某个片段聚集起来的人们，他们的生命没有开始，我们也无从知晓他们的结局，留给我们的只有冷眼旁观者的写实和嘲讽。寥寥几段文字，乔伊斯就能把一个环境，一个人物本该有的情绪展现在我们面前，他笔下一个故事有时总让我觉得结束的那么突然，也许，正是这份突然给阅读留下了最深远的回味，每一片段里的生命都应该穿越现实的存在下去，重生，抑或堕落，那是生命的选择，作者没有这个权力。

十五个故事以死亡开始，同样以死亡结束。他们之间本没有联系，但是作者运用相同的结构模式，又让我们隐隐地觉得他们之间某种属于一个时代，一个名族的特性。阅读《都柏林人》，仿佛是在看一部分集电影，由十五个片段组成，他们的主色调永远是黑白，偶尔有一些特别扎眼的亮色被插入，黑白与亮色调视觉效果的冲击，光影的运用，要是拍成电影，《罪恶都市》的色彩、格调应该是适合的。

詹姆斯．乔伊斯是二十世纪里一位伟大的爱尔兰小说家，也是西方现代主义小说的杰出代表。他的创作对西方文学产生了巨大的影响。他和狄更斯一起被誉为莎士比亚之后两位最伟大的用英语创作的作家。 《死者》是乔伊斯的短篇小说集《都柏林人》中的压卷之作，是该集的高潮与总结，历来被誉为英语文学中的名著佳作。综观小说《死者》的叙事脉络，乔伊斯通过晚会以及晚会后的几个场景描述了主人公加布里埃尔在不同场景中，相继与三个女人交锋屡屡受挫之后，心态发生的种种变化，揭示了他逐步走向自我，认识自我，以及最后“顿悟”的心路历程，但是，从《死者》结尾有关“顿悟”和“漫天飘舞的大雪”描述中，读者并不能直接感受到主人公此刻究竟“悟”出了什么。故事的结尾和加布里埃尔的未来隐没在充满着象征意义的文字之中。一切不在是明白和清晰可辩的。它的寓意需要阅读主体去解读和阐释。事实上，乔伊斯作品中所表现的意义含糊就是对传统解读的有力质疑。 兴起于二十世纪六、七十年代的解构主义批评方法旨在消解文本中意义的确定性和单一性，因而为文学作品提供了一个全新的解读方式。本文试图运用解构批评方法，尤其是雅克·德里达的“异延”解构观点对《死者》进行具体分析。“异延”是德里达解构主义的一个核心概念，它是“产生差异的差异”。德里达通过异延消解了西方传统中形而上学的“逻格斯中心主义”和“语音中心主义”，从而说明了任何一种追寻单一本原的活动都是徒劳的。 全文由四章构成。 第一章分三部分进行论述。第一部分简要介绍乔伊斯的短篇小说集《都柏林人》；第二部分简要介绍小说《死者》及其主题并从中选取两个最具争议性的互相矛盾的主题“死亡”和“新生”作为本文的论述对象；第三部分介绍迄今为止在文学评论上对《死者》所形成的一些观点。 第二章介绍解构主义的主要观点，尤其是德里达“异延”观点，旨在为后面的文本分析提供理论准备；第三章主要用“异延”观点分析文本中出现的关键词汇“死者”、“西部”，说明由于语言及意义的含糊，导致了作为意义归宿的“在场”已经不复存在，符号的确定意义被层层延异下来，又向四面八方指涉开去，犹如种子一样到处播撒，因而它根本没有中心可言。从而从文本中一句话“该是他动身去西方旅行的时候了(孙粱等译：263)”着手(这句话是理解整个文本主题的关键)，来探讨两个最富争议的互相对立的主题：死亡和新生，指出导致这两种互相对立的主题能在同一文本中合理存在的原因，是由于该文本自身存在的矛盾因素导致了文本意义的含糊，从而造成了文本意义的不确定，即文本中心意义(主题)的缺失。是文本自己消解了自己。同时，主题意义的不确定也体现了对传统解读的颠覆。 第四章的结语部分对上述章节进行了归纳和总结。最后的结论是：由于文本中互相矛盾的、不确定的因素及语言和意义的含糊性而导致了中心意义的缺失，从而说明文本具有意义含混和自我消解的特征。同时，小说《死者》主题意义的开放性，给读者带来了越来越多的阐释空间，这也正是它被读者广泛关注的魅力所在。