求1000字以內英語短篇小說

Ⅰ 求篇英文短篇小說，任何體裁都可以，用做上英語課的演講用，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.
時間是復活節之前，皮特很忙。作為主要的復活節兔子，他的工作是將所有的為全世界復活節狩獵所需要的蛋藏起來。
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.
皮特想確定他有充足的為復活節而准備的美麗的彩蛋。所以他正在把它們都數一數。但是他一直分神而忘了數的數字。
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...
開始，皮特想他聽到了一隻小貓的叫聲。但是他看不見一隻小貓。接著他想他聽到了兩只小貓的聲音，但是他依然什麼都看不見。
然後皮特想他看見了三隻小貓的聲音。
「也許他們在外面，」皮特想。所以他打開門來看個清楚...
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.
那裡坐著三隻不愉快的小貓。皮特問他們有什麼麻煩。
「我們用我們的拳擊手套玩了『藏了找』的游戲，」小貓們解釋。「我們擅長藏，但是我們不擅長找。現在我們的拳擊手套找不到了。」
「假如你們幫助我數我的蛋，然後我就能夠幫助你們找到你們的拳擊手套，」皮特告訴他們。
那三隻小貓如此地高興以致他們又跳舞又唱歌。
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.
每個人都進入屋子，一、二、三，他們數了所有的蛋。為每個人准備的蛋是充足的，甚至還多出了三個。
「太好了！」皮特說。「有多餘的蛋很好，恰好預防破蛋的情況。現在讓我們來找你的拳擊手套。」
皮特和三隻小貓走出去，皮特跳著大兔步，而三隻小貓則跑在後面跟著他。
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，他們經過了一個由稻草製成的房子，但是每人在家。
接著他們來到一個有樹枝做成的房子，也沒人在家。
最後他們來到一個由磚頭製成的房子。
皮特和三隻小貓敲打那個精美的小屋的門。不久，三隻小豬出來迎接他們。
「歡迎！歡迎！」三隻小豬說。「我們很高興有人來拜訪我們。大壞狼趕走了我們的所有的朋友，再也沒人來拜訪我們了。你們不進來呆一會嗎？」
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.
皮特和三個小貓解釋他們在尋找小貓丟失的拳擊手套。這件事讓小貓們哭了起來。
「不要哭，小貓，」三隻小豬說，「我們沒有看見什麼拳擊手套。但是歡迎你們在附近找找。」
所以每個人一起看了看，但是他們沒有發現小貓的拳擊手套。
"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.
「你們應該問問漢仆.達譜，」三隻小豬建議。「他坐在他家的很高的牆上讓他能看見每件事情。也許他看見了你們的拳擊手套。」
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，他們來到一堵非常高的牆面前，一個陌生的，很小的人坐在牆上。
「對不起，」皮特說，「你是漢仆.達譜嗎？」
「是的，」那個人說，「我能幫助你們嗎？」
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.
三隻小貓把怎麼丟失拳擊手套的事又解釋了一遍。他們如此地傷心以致他們哭了。
「不要哭，小貓，」漢仆.達譜說，「今天早上我看見三隻小貓在胡說河邊的高草中藏他們的拳擊手套。」
三隻小貓開始又跳又唱。
「現在我們記得了！謝謝你，謝謝你！」他們歡呼。

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?"
皮特很高興幫助了小貓。但是突然他記得了復活節。
「哦，不！」他喊，「幾乎到了復活節了，我還沒有將蛋藏好呢！我該怎麼辦呢？」
"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。」三隻小貓說。「你看見了我們擅長藏東西。我們將幫助你來藏蛋。」
皮特接受了他們的幫助，每個人跑起來，皮特跳著大兔步，小貓們在後面奔跑著追趕。
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.
到了復活節早上，每件事都完成了。最好的是，沒有一個蛋被弄破。所以皮特將三個多餘的蛋送給了三隻小貓作為對他們的幫助的感謝。
--Henry David Thoreau/享利.大衛.梭羅

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.

不論你的生活如何卑賤，你要面對它生活，不要躲避它，更別用惡言咒罵它。它不像你那樣壞。你最富有的時候，倒是看似最窮。愛找缺點的人就是到天堂里也能找到缺點。你要愛你的生活，盡管它貧窮。甚至在一個濟貧院里，你也還有愉快、高興、光榮的時候。夕陽反射在濟貧院的窗上，像身在富戶人家窗上一樣光亮；在那門前，積雪同在早春融化。我只看到，一個從容的人，在哪裡也像在皇宮中一樣，生活得心滿意足而富有愉快的思想。城鎮中的窮人，我看，倒往往是過著最獨立不羈的生活。也許因為他們很偉大，所以受之無愧。大多數人以為他們是超然的，不靠城鎮來支援他們；可是事實上他們是往往利用了不正當的手段來對付生活，他們是毫不超脫的，毋寧是不體面的。視貧窮如園中之花而像聖人一樣耕植它吧！不要找新的花樣，無論是新的朋友或新的衣服，來麻煩你自己。找舊的，回到那裡去。萬物不變，是我們在變。你的衣服可以賣掉，但要保留你的思想。

Ⅱ 經典短篇小說推薦,字數在1000字以內的

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Ⅲ 1000字的歐亨利短篇小說讀後感怎麼寫

清晨的一抹陽光落在書桌上的一本書上——《歐·亨利短篇小說精選》，翻開細細品讀。
歐·亨利是美國傑出的小說家，他的作品富於生活情趣，被譽為「美國生活的幽默網路全書」。
《最後的常春藤葉》是歐·亨利的代表作，是寫美國格林尼治村三位貧窮畫家相濡以沫、彼此幫助的故事，是一曲美好心靈的頌歌。蘇和復西的鄰居貝爾門是一個畫了一輩子畫卻還沒名氣的畫家。不久，復西得了嚴重的肺炎，而且病情越來越重。她把生命的希望寄託在窗外最後一片藤葉上，以為藤葉落下之時，就是她生命結束之時。然而令人驚奇的是，盡管屋外的風颳得那樣厲害，而鋸齒形的葉子邊緣已經枯萎發黃，但它仍然長在高高的藤枝上。於是奇跡出現了，復西沒有死。原來是一直默默無聞的老畫家貝爾門，在一個風雨交加的夜晚，為了畫上最後一片藤葉，身體本來就差的貝爾門著了涼，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最後時刻，終於完成了他已等待二十五年的傑作。
小說的結尾完全顛覆讀者的遐想，原來以為要死的人活了，所有人都認為不可能有絕世之作的老畫家卻畫出了，激發垂死之人強烈求生慾望的神聖作品。《最後一片藤葉》充滿了感傷氣氛。作者用這樣出乎意料的結尾來贊美了窮藝術家之間「相漏以沫」的友誼，突出地刻畫了一個舍己為人，以自己的生命創作出畢生「最後的傑作」的老畫家的形象。這和《警察與贊美詩》那外表高貴而內心險惡的「上等人」形成了鮮明對比，揭示了社會淹沒人才，注重外表的現實發人深省。引起讀者對友誼的思考。什麼是真正的友誼？是關系場上的互相利用卻又笑面相迎的朋友，還是寂寞時叫出來喝茶吐露心事的朋友，又或者是救你於危難之際的患難友人？
有人曾說過：「什麼是愛，愛就是無限的寬容，些許之事亦能帶來的喜悅。愛就是無意識的善意，自我的徹底忘卻。」
《麥琪的禮物》就道出了愛的真諦。一對小夫妻在聖誕節來臨的時候，雙方都精心准備了一件特殊的禮物，丈夫傑姆為了給妻子的美發配上一套梳子，賣了自己的金錶，買了梳子，妻子德拉為了丈夫的金錶賣了自己的美發，買了一條表鏈，當他們互贈禮物時，才發現自己准備的禮物已不是對方需要的，其實不然，他們得到了比梳子和表鏈更珍貴的禮物——愛。
表面上看他們極不明智地為了對方而犧牲了他們家各自最寶貴的東西，但我深深地感到，他們彼此深愛著對方。他們能犧牲自己最貴重的物品，為的是給對方買來最好的禮物。可是雙方賣掉了自己貴重的物品，那麼對方的禮物已經不適合自己了，而他們做這些事的時候，都是為了對方著想，根本沒有考慮自己。正是因為他們互相愛著，而且是深深地愛著對方，才會有這樣有趣的結局。古語雲：患難時刻見真情。縱觀我們當今的環境名利當頭，人與人之間的冷漠，事不關己高高掛起，完全以利益為重。道德、親情、愛情被金錢沖散的支離破碎。為了利益與金錢夫妻分道揚鑣，兄弟反目，朋友相互猜疑，彷彿只有功利才是第一位的。而然這篇文章卻能時時喚起人們內心的本善，使之能夠讓人還能夠體會到世間真情的祥和與溫暖，主導的人性並不是爾虞我詐，見利忘意。我們要去關愛別人，這樣別人才會愛我們，正是有了愛，人與人之間才會相互理解，人與人之間才有溫情。人與動物之間也是因為有了愛，動物才會信任人類，不傷害人類，與人類和平相處。愛的力量真的是很偉大的，有一首歌裡面就唱到了：只要人人都獻出一點愛，世界將變成美好的人間。正如諾貝爾獎獲得者特雷莎修女所說：「我們常常無法做偉大的事，但我們可以用偉大的愛去做些小事。」'讓我來愛，直到受傷。'我們每個人應該發揚自己奉獻的愛心，去關愛世人讓這個世間變的更加美好。
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Ⅳ 求一篇短篇小說（英文的，字數500-1000詞）

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 傑克倫敦短篇小說讀後感1000字

我很抱歉很難回答你的問題，因為我不清楚你要哪篇小說的讀後感……
籠統來講，傑克倫敦的短篇小說帶有一種原始而野性的美，他富有激情的文字，向我們描述了那些古老而又傳奇的故事，印第安人的傳說，（《自然的法則》《基什的故事》）淘金者的冒險，（《黃金谷》《為趕路者乾杯》）拳擊手的拼搏（《一塊牛排》《墨西哥人》），以及各種各樣人在與大自然作斗爭的奮斗故事（《幻日追蹤》，《熱愛生命》）。那荒涼空曠又蘊藏寶藏的阿拉斯加，波濤洶涌島嶼星羅棋布的太平洋，橫貫美洲大陸的鐵路線，形形色色的鮮活人物，人與自然的嚴酷搏鬥，人與人之間錯綜復雜的社會關系……
傑克·倫敦的創作，筆力剛勁，語言質朴，情節富於戲劇性。他常常將筆下人物置於極端嚴酷，生死攸關的環境之下，以此展露人性中最深刻、最真實的品格。傑克·倫敦贊美勇敢、堅毅和愛這些人類的高貴的品質，他筆下那「嚴酷的真實」常常使讀者受到強烈的心靈震撼

Ⅵ 幫我寫一篇 詹姆斯喬伊斯的短篇小說《死者》的讀後感 1000字 就行 不要復制黏貼的

詹姆斯喬伊斯的短篇小說《死者》的讀後感 1500字:

詹姆斯•喬伊斯，以其細膩的富有現實主義的筆觸寫下了十五個短篇，十五種不同的人生，他們又都互不認識獨自生存於二十世紀初的愛爾蘭 。喬伊斯的這些在某個片段聚集起來的人們，他們的生命沒有開始，我們也無從知曉他們的結局，留給我們的只有冷眼旁觀者的寫實和嘲諷。寥寥幾段文字，喬伊斯就能把一個環境，一個人物本該有的情緒展現在我們面前，他筆下一個故事有時總讓我覺得結束的那麼突然，也許，正是這份突然給閱讀留下了最深遠的回味，每一片段里的生命都應該穿越現實的存在下去，重生，抑或墮落，那是生命的選擇，作者沒有這個權力。

十五個故事以死亡開始，同樣以死亡結束。他們之間本沒有聯系，但是作者運用相同的結構模式，又讓我們隱隱地覺得他們之間某種屬於一個時代，一個名族的特性。閱讀《都柏林人》，彷彿是在看一部分集電影，由十五個片段組成，他們的主色調永遠是黑白，偶爾有一些特別扎眼的亮色被插入，黑白與亮色調視覺效果的沖擊，光影的運用，要是拍成電影，《罪惡都市》的色彩、格調應該是適合的。

詹姆斯．喬伊斯是二十世紀里一位偉大的愛爾蘭小說家，也是西方現代主義小說的傑出代表。他的創作對西方文學產生了巨大的影響。他和狄更斯一起被譽為莎士比亞之後兩位最偉大的用英語創作的作家。 《死者》是喬伊斯的短篇小說集《都柏林人》中的壓卷之作，是該集的高潮與總結，歷來被譽為英語文學中的名著佳作。綜觀小說《死者》的敘事脈絡，喬伊斯通過晚會以及晚會後的幾個場景描述了主人公加布里埃爾在不同場景中，相繼與三個女人交鋒屢屢受挫之後，心態發生的種種變化，揭示了他逐步走向自我，認識自我，以及最後「頓悟」的心路歷程，但是，從《死者》結尾有關「頓悟」和「漫天飄舞的大雪」描述中，讀者並不能直接感受到主人公此刻究竟「悟」出了什麼。故事的結尾和加布里埃爾的未來隱沒在充滿著象徵意義的文字之中。一切不在是明白和清晰可辯的。它的寓意需要閱讀主體去解讀和闡釋。事實上，喬伊斯作品中所表現的意義含糊就是對傳統解讀的有力質疑。 興起於二十世紀六、七十年代的解構主義批評方法旨在消解文本中意義的確定性和單一性，因而為文學作品提供了一個全新的解讀方式。本文試圖運用解構批評方法，尤其是雅克·德里達的「異延」解構觀點對《死者》進行具體分析。「異延」是德里達解構主義的一個核心概念，它是「產生差異的差異」。德里達通過異延消解了西方傳統中形而上學的「邏格斯中心主義」和「語音中心主義」，從而說明了任何一種追尋單一本原的活動都是徒勞的。 全文由四章構成。 第一章分三部分進行論述。第一部分簡要介紹喬伊斯的短篇小說集《都柏林人》；第二部分簡要介紹小說《死者》及其主題並從中選取兩個最具爭議性的互相矛盾的主題「死亡」和「新生」作為本文的論述對象；第三部分介紹迄今為止在文學評論上對《死者》所形成的一些觀點。 第二章介紹解構主義的主要觀點，尤其是德里達「異延」觀點，旨在為後面的文本分析提供理論准備；第三章主要用「異延」觀點分析文本中出現的關鍵詞彙「死者」、「西部」，說明由於語言及意義的含糊，導致了作為意義歸宿的「在場」已經不復存在，符號的確定意義被層層延異下來，又向四面八方指涉開去，猶如種子一樣到處播撒，因而它根本沒有中心可言。從而從文本中一句話「該是他動身去西方旅行的時候了(孫粱等譯：263)」著手(這句話是理解整個文本主題的關鍵)，來探討兩個最富爭議的互相對立的主題：死亡和新生，指出導致這兩種互相對立的主題能在同一文本中合理存在的原因，是由於該文本自身存在的矛盾因素導致了文本意義的含糊，從而造成了文本意義的不確定，即文本中心意義(主題)的缺失。是文本自己消解了自己。同時，主題意義的不確定也體現了對傳統解讀的顛覆。 第四章的結語部分對上述章節進行了歸納和總結。最後的結論是：由於文本中互相矛盾的、不確定的因素及語言和意義的含糊性而導致了中心意義的缺失，從而說明文本具有意義含混和自我消解的特徵。同時，小說《死者》主題意義的開放性，給讀者帶來了越來越多的闡釋空間，這也正是它被讀者廣泛關注的魅力所在。