영어로 읽는 고전 _ 로버트 셰클리의 푸딩의 증명
로버트 셰클리의 "푸딩의 증명"은 1950년대 초에 쓰인 과학소설 단편입니다. 이 서사는 파괴적인 전쟁이 지구상의 생명체를 절멸시킨 후 자신이 지구상의 마지막 인간이라고 믿는 남자의 시각을 통해 창조와 현실이라는 주제들을 탐구합니다. 자신이 상상하는 모든 것을 창조할 수 있는 새로운 능력을 얻게 된 그는 존재와 동반자 관계에 대한 실존적 질문들과 씨름합니다. 이야기는 자신의 존재에 대해 사색하고 인류의 파괴적인 과거를 성찰하던 중 동굴에서 조안이라는 여성과 예기치 않게 마주치게 되는 이름 없는 남자 주인공을 따라갑니다. 그들이 유대감을 형성하면서, 그는 자신의 창조적 능력을 사용하여 호화로운 도시를 만들고 전쟁의 기억으로부터 자유로운 새로운 삶을 그녀에게 제공합니다. 하지만 그녀의 실재성에 대한 그의 회의주의는 창조와 존재에 대한 철학적 논쟁으로 이어집니다. 궁극적으로 조안은 그가 자신의 불안감과 맞서도록 도우며 황폐함 속에서 희망과 연결의 일면을 제공하고, 그들의 관계는 파괴로 점철된 세상에서의 새로운 시작을 상징합니다.
Classics Read in English _ Proof of the Pudding by Robert Sheckley
Robert Sheckley's "Proof of the Pudding" is a science fiction short story written in the early 1950s. The narrative explores themes of creation and reality through the perspective of a man who believes he is the last human on Earth after a devastating war has obliterated life on the planet. Having gained the newfound ability to create anything he imagines, he grapples with existential questions about existence and companionship. The story follows an unnamed male protagonist who, while contemplating his existence and reflecting on humanity's destructive past, unexpectedly encounters a woman named Joan in a cave. As they form a bond, he uses his creative powers to construct a lavish city and offers her a new life free from the war's memories. However, his skepticism about her reality leads to philosophical debates between them about creation and existence. Ultimately, Joan helps him confront his insecurities and offers a glimpse of hope and connection amidst the desolation, with their relationship symbolizing a new beginning in a world marked by destruction.
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He smiled. What he had written was good. Not literary enough, perhaps, but a fitting tribute to the human race, written by the last man. He glanced at the tools at his feet. Having no further use for them, he dissolved them, and, hungry from his long work, squatted in the rubble of the cave and created a dinner. He stared at the food for a moment, wondering what was lacking; then, sheepishly, created a table and chair, utensils and plates. He was embarrassed. He had forgotten them again.
Although there was no need to rush, he ate hurriedly, noting the odd fact that when he didn't think of anything specific, he always created hamburger, mashed potatoes, peas, bread and ice cream. Habit, he decided. Finished, he made the remnants of the meal disappear, and with them the plates, utensils and table. The chair he retained. Sitting on it, he stared thoughtfully at the inscription. It's fine, he thought, but no human other than myself will ever read it.
