最新The-Fly及其译文

TheFlybyKatherineMansfield'Youareverysnuginhere,'pipedoldMrWoodifield,andhepeeredoutofthegreat,greenleatherarmchairbyhisfriendtheboss'sdeskasababypeersoutofitspram.Histalkwasover;itwastimeforhimtobeoff.Buthedidnotwanttogo.Sincehehadretired,sincehis...stroke,thewifeandthegirlskepthimboxedupinthehouseeverydayoftheweekexceptTuesday.OnTuesdayhewasdressedandbrushedandallowedtocutbacktotheCityfortheday.Thoughwhathedidtherethewifeandgirlscouldn'timagine.Madeanuisanceofhimselftohisfriends,theysupposed....Well,perhapsso.Allthesame,weclingtoourlastpleasuresasthetreeclingstoitslastleaves.SotheresatoldWoodifield,smokingacigarandstaringalmostgreedilyattheboss,whorolledinhisoncechair,stout,rosy,fiveyearsolderthanhe,andstillgoingstrong,stillatthehelm.Itdidonegoodtoseehim.Wistfully,admiringly,theoldvoiceadded,'It'ssnuginhere--uponmyword!''Yes,it'scomfortableenough,'agreedtheboss,andhenippedtheFinancialTimeswithapaper-knife.Asamatteroffacthewasproudofhisroom;helikedtohaveitadmired,especiallybyoldWoodifield.Itgavehimafeelingofdeep,solidsatisfactiontobeplantedthereinthemidstofitinfullviewofthatfrailoldfigureinthemuffler.'I'vehaditdoneuplately,'heexplained,ashehadexplainedforthepast--howmany?--weeks.'Newcarpet,'andhepointedtothebrightredcarpetwithapatternoflargewhiterings.'Newfurniture,'andhenoddedtowardsthemassivebookcaseandthetablewithlegsliketwistedtreacle.'Electricheating!'Hewavedalmostexultantlytowardsthefivetransparent,pearlysausagesglowingsosoftlyinthetiltedcopperpan.ButhedidnotdrawoldWoodifield'sattentiontothephotographoverthetableofagrave-lookingboyinuniformstandinginoneofthosespectralphotographers'parkswithphotographers'storm-cloudsbehindhim.Itwasnotnew.Ithadbeenthereforoversixyears.'TherewassomethingIwantedtotellyou,'saidoldWoodifield,andhiseyesgrewdimremembering.'Nowwhatwasit?IhaditinmymindwhenIstartedoutthismorning.'Hishandsbegantotremble,andpatchesofredshowedabovehisbeard.Pooroldchap,he'sonhislastpins,thoughttheboss.And,feelingkindly,hewinkedattheoldman,andsaidjokingly,'Itellyouwhat.I'vegotalittledropofsomethingherethatwilldoyougoodbeforeyougooutintothecoldagain.It'sbeautifulstuff.Itwouldn'thurtachild.'Hetookakeyoffhiswatch-chain,unlockedacupboardbelowhisdesk,anddrewforthadark,squatbottle.'That'sthemedicine,'saidhe.'AndthemanfromwhomIgotittoldmeonthestrictQ.T.itcamefromthecellarsatWindsorCassel.'OldWoodifield'smouthfellopenatthesight.Hecouldn'thavelookedmoresurprisedifthebosshadproducedarabbit.'It'swhisky,ain'tit?'hepiped,feebly.Thebossturnedthebottleandlovinglyshowedhimthelabel.Whiskyitwas.'Doyouknow,'saidhe,peeringupatthebosswonderingly,'theywon'tletmetouchitathome.'Andhelookedasthoughhewasgoingtocry.'Ah,that'swhereweknowabitmorethantheladies,'criedtheboss,swoopingacrossfortwotumblersthatstoodonthetablewiththewater-bottle,andpouringagenerousfingerintoeach.'Drinkitdown.It'lldoyougood.Anddon'tputanywaterwithit.It'ssacrilegetotamperwithstufflikethis.Ah!'Hetossedoffhis,pulledouthishandkerchief,hastilywipedhismoustaches,andcockedaneyeatoldWoodifield,whowasrollinghisinhischaps.Theoldmanswallowed,wassilentamoment,andthensaidfaintly,'It'snutty!'Butitwarmedhim;itcreptintohischilloldbrain--heremembered.'Thatwasit,'hesaid,heavinghimselfoutofhischair.'Ithoughtyou'dliketoknow.ThegirlswereinBelgiumlastweekhavingalookatpoorReggie'sgrave,andtheyhappenedtocomeacrossyourboy's.They'requiteneareachother,itseems.'OldWoodifieldpaused,butthebossmadenoreply.Onlyaquiverinhiseyelidsshowedthatheheard.'Thegirlsweredelightedwiththewaytheplaceiskept,'pipedtheoldvoice.'Beautifullylookedafter.Couldn'tbebetteriftheywereathome.You'venotbeenacross,haveyer?''No,no!'Forvariousreasonsthebosshadnotbeenacross.'There'smilesofit,'quaveredoldWoodifield,'andit'sallasneatasagarden.Flowersgrowingonallthegraves.Nicebroadpaths.'Itwasplainfromhisvoicehowmuchhelikedanicebroadpath.Thepausecameagain.Thentheoldmanbrightenedwonderfully.'Doyouknowwhatthehotelmadethegirlspayforapotofjam?'hepiped.'Tenfrancs!Robbery,Icallit.Itwasalittlepot,soGertrudesays,nobiggerthanahalf-crown.Andshehadn'ttakenmorethanaspoonfulwhentheychargedhertenfrancs.Gertrudebroughtthepotawaywithhertoteach'emalesson.Quiteright,too;it'stradingonourfeelings.Theythinkbecausewe'reovertherehavingalookroundwe'rereadytopayanything.That'swhatitis.'Andheturnedtowardsthedoor.'Quiteright,quiteright!'criedtheboss,thoughwhatwasquiterighthehadn'ttheleastidea.Hecameroundbyhisdesk,followedtheshufflingfootstepstothedoor,andsawtheoldfellowout.Woodifieldwasgone.Foralongmomentthebossstayed,staringatnothing,whilethegrey-hairedofficemessenger,watchinghim,dodgedinandoutofhiscubbyholelikeadogthatexpectstobetakenforarun.Then:'I'llseenobodyforhalfanhour,Macey,'saidtheboss.'Understand?Nobodyatall.'Verygood,sir.'Thedoorshut,thefirmheavystepsrecrossedthebrightcarpet,thefatbodyplumpeddowninthespringchair,andleaningforward,thebosscoveredhisfacewithhishands.Hewanted,heintended,hehadarrangedtoweep....IthadbeenaterribleshocktohimwhenoldWoodifieldsprangthatremarkuponhimabouttheboy'sgrave.ItwasexactlyasthoughtheearthhadopenedandhehadseentheboylyingtherewithWoodifield'sgirlsstaringdownathim.Foritwasstrange.Althoughoversixyearshadpassedaway,thebossneverthoughtoftheboyexceptaslyingunchanged,unblemishedinhisuniform,asleepforever.'Myson!'groanedtheboss.Butnotearscameyet.Inthepast,inthefirstmonthsandevenyearsaftertheboy'sdeath,hehadonlytosaythosewordstobeovercomebysuchgriefthatnothingshortofaviolentfitofweepingcouldrelievehim.Time,hehaddeclaredthen,hehadtoldeverybody,couldmakenodifference.Othermenperhapsmightrecover,mightlivetheirlossdown,butnothe.Howwasitpossible?Hisboywasanonlyson.Eversincehisbirththebosshadworkedatbuildingupthisbusinessforhim;ithadnoothermeaningifitwasnotfortheboy.Lifeitselfhadcometohavenoothermeaning.Howonearthcouldhehaveslaved,deniedhimself,keptgoingallthoseyearswithoutthepromiseforeverbeforehimoftheboy'ssteppingintohisshoesandcarryingonwhereheleftoff?Andthatpromisehadbeensonearbeingfulfilled.Theboyhadbeenintheofficelearningtheropesforayearbeforethewar.Everymorningtheyhadstartedofftogether;theyhadcomebackbythesametrain.Andwhatcongratulationshehadreceivedastheboy'sfather!Nowonder;hehadtakentoitmarvelously.Astohispopularitywiththestag,everymanjackofthemdowntooldMaceycouldn'tmakeenoughoftheboy.Andhewasn'tintheleastspoiled.No,hewasjusthisbright,naturalself,withtherightwordforeverybody,withthatboyishlookandhishabitofsaying,'Simplysplendid.'Butallthatwasoveranddonewithasthoughitneverhadbeen.ThedayhadcomewhenMaceyhadhandedhimthetelegram*thatbroughtthewholeplacecrashingabouthishead.'Deeplyregrettoinformyou....'Andhehadlefttheofficeabrokenman,withhislifeinruins.Sixyearsago,sixyears....Howquicklytimepassed!Itmighthavehappenedyesterday.Thebosstookhishandsfromhisface;hewaspuzzled.Somethingseemedtobewrongwithhim.Hewasn'tfeelingashewantedtofeel.Hedecidedtogetupandhavealookattheboy'sphotograph.Butitwasn'tafavouritephotographofhis;theexpressionwasunnatural.Itwascold,evenstern-looking.Theboyhadneverlookedlikethat.Atthatmomentthebossnoticedthataflyhadfallenintohisbroadinkpot,andwastryingfeeblybutdesperatelytoclamberoutagain.Help!help!saidthosestrugglinglegs.Butthesidesoftheinkpotwerewetandslippery;ittillbackagainandbegantoswim.Thebosstookupapen,pickedtheflyoutoftheink,andshookitontoapieceofblotting-paper.Forafractionofaseconditlaystillonthedarkpatchthatoozedroundit.Thenthefrontlegswaved,tookhold,and,pullingitssmall,soddenbodyupitbegantheimmensetaskofcleaningtheinkfromitswings.Overandunder,overandunder,wentalegalongawing,asthestonegoesoverandunderthescythe.Thentherewasapause,whilethefly,seemingtostandonthetipsofitstoes,triedtoexpandfirstonewingandthentheother.Itsucceededatlast,and,sittingdown,itbegan,likeaminutecat,tocleanitsface.Nowonecouldimaginethatthelittlefrontlegsrubbedagainsteachotherlightly,joyfully.Thehorribledangerwasover;ithadescaped;itwasreadyforlifeagain.Butjustthenthebosshadanidea.Heplungedhispenbackintotheink,leanedhisthickwristontheblottingpaper,andastheflytrieditswingsdowncameagreatheavyblot.Whatwoulditmakeofthat?Whatindeed!Thelittlebeggarseemedabsolutelycowed,stunned,andafraidtomovebecauseofwhatwouldhappennext.Butthen,asifpainfully,itdraggeditselfforward.Thefrontlegswaved,caughthold,and,moreslowlythistime,thetaskbeganfromthebeginning.He'sapluckylittledevil,thoughttheboss,andhefeltarealadmirationforthefly'scourage.Thatwasthewaytotacklethings;thatwastherightspirit.Neversaydie;itwasonlyaquestionof....Buttheflyhadagainfinisheditslaborioustask,andthebosshadjusttimetorefillhispen,toshakefairandsquareonthenewcleanedbodyyetanotherdarkdrop.Whataboutitthistime?Apainfulmomentofsuspensefollowed.Butbehold,thefrontlegswereagainwaving;thebossfeltarushofrelief.Heleanedovertheflyandsaidtoittenderly,'Youartfullittleb...'Andheactuallyhadthebrilliantnotionofbreathingonittohelpthedryingprocess.Allthesame,therewassomethingtimidandweakaboutitseffortsnow,andthebossdecidedthatthistimeshouldbethelast,ashedippedthependeepintotheinkpot.Itwas.Thelastblotfellonthesoakedblotting-paper,andthedraggledflylayinitanddidnotstir.Thebacklegswerestucktothebody;thefrontlegswerenottobeseen.'Comeon,'saidtheboss.'Looksharp!'Andhestirreditwithhispen--invain.Nothinghappenedorwaslikelytohappen.Theflywasdead.Thebossliftedthecorpseontheendofthepaper-knifeandflungitintothewaste-paperbasket.Butsuchagrindingfeelingofwretchednessseizedhimthathefeltpositivelyfrightened.HestartedforwardandpressedthebellforMacey.'Bringmesomefreshblotting-paper,'hesaid,sternly,'andlooksharpaboutit.'Andwhiletheolddogpaddedawayhefelltowonderingwhatitwashehadbeenthinkingaboutbefore.Whatwasit?Itwas....Hetookouthishandkerchiefandpasseditinsidehiscollar.Forthelifeofhimhecouldnotremember.苍蝇王汉梁译“你这儿真舒服，〞任德菲尔德老先生一边说，一边坐在他的朋友—经理—的写字台旁边的绿皮大靠背椅上，目视着前方。他的话说完了，该告辞了。但他还不想走。自从他因病退休后，他的妻子、女儿们除了星期二这一天之外，其它日子一直把他关在家里。到了星期二，穿戴、掸刷得衣冠楚楚的他，被准许大白天回伦敦的金融、贸易中心区去。可是他的老婆、女儿们却想象不出他在哪儿能干些什么。她们猜测，他准是去麻烦他的朋友们啦。唉，也许是这样。不过，我们留恋自己仅剩的乐趣犹如一棵树依依不舍它的最后几篇叶子。所以，老任德菲尔德还坐在那儿，一边抽烟，一边瞧着经理。肥胖，红润的经理坐在办公椅里摇动着。他比任德菲尔德大五岁，仍然工作的相当出色，照旧领导着自己的企业。瞧瞧他那副模样，对人确有好处。那个老气横秋的嗓门又赞叹地补了一句：“这儿真舒服，真的！〞“是嘛，舒服极了，〞经理附和道，一边用一把裁剪刀拍了拍报纸。事实上，他确实对自己的房间颇为得意；他很乐意有人赞美它，尤其是出诸老任德菲尔德之口。在这个房间里，面对这个虚弱的老家伙，使他感到心满意足。“最近，我又在房里添了些东西，〞他说。“新家具，〞他瞧瞧大 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情严肃、身穿军官制服的小伙子。照片不是新的，挂在那儿已经六年多了。“我有些事想告诉你，〞老任德菲尔德说。他的目光随着回忆模糊了起来：“哎，是什么呀？早上我出门时还记得的。〞他的双手哆嗦了起来，面孔胀的血红。可怜的老家伙，他快完了—经理想。她觉得自己挺仁厚，便开玩笑似的说：“告诉你，我这里有点酒，你先喝两口，再到外面冷空气中去，对你有好处。这酒太妙了。小孩儿喝了都无妨。〞他从自己的表链上取下一把钥匙，翻开写字台下的一个食橱，拿出一只胖鼓鼓的深色瓶子。“就是这酒，〞他说。“给我酒的那个人私下告诉我，这瓶东西还来自温莎堡呢。〞老任德菲尔德见状张开了嘴。他看上去很吃惊。“这是威士忌，是么？〞他有气无力地问。经理转过瓶子，挺友善地给他看瓶子上的商标。果真是威士忌！“你知道，〞老任德菲尔德一边说，一边惊疑地仰视着对方，“我在家里她们是不准我跟酒沾边的〞他看上去想要哭似的。“啊，那便是咱们比娘儿们高明的地方了，〞经历大声说着，从桌上抓起两只跟水瓶放在一起的玻璃杯，挺大度地把酒斟入两只杯中。“喝下去，这对你有好处。可别掺水啊！〞他喝掉自己杯中的酒，抽出手帕，揩揩嘴巴，一边瞧着把威士忌含在嘴里打转转的老任德菲尔德。老头儿吞下酒，静了一会。威士忌使他浑身发热。酒力渗入他冰冷老朽的脑子—他记起来了。“对了〞说着，他从椅子里直起身子。“我想，你一定乐意知道的。姑娘们上星期在比利时。她们去探望了可怜的雷盖的墓，碰巧也看到了令郎的墓穴。两个墓好似还靠的很近呢。〞老任德菲尔德停了停，但经理并不答话。只从他的眼皮在打颤这一点，才知道他还在听。“姑娘们对墓地的照管方式挺满意，〞那老气横秋的嗓门儿继续道。“目的保养的可好了。他们的坟墓即使在国内也不见得照看得更好些。你没渡海到那儿去过吗？〞“没有，没有！〞由于种种原因，经理尚未渡海过去。“墓地有方圆几英里呢。整个公墓干净得就像一个花园。一个个墓地上都开着鲜花。一条条走道又整洁有宽阔。〞从他的声音里听得出，他显然挺喜欢整洁宽阔的走道。老头儿又停了一下，然后奇异地活泼了起来。“旅馆费贵极了，要了姑娘们好多钱。我说，那简直是抢劫。他们认为，咱们是到那儿去观光的，所以就有准备支付一切开销。就这么回事。〞说着，他转向房门。“不错，不错！〞经理大声道。虽然他压根儿弄不清“不错〞些什么。他绕过写字台，跟着前面缓慢的脚步走到门口，直至目送那个老头儿离去，任德菲尔德走了。经理呆了许久，茫无所见。那个灰头发的公务信使看他进进出出，好似一条盼望被牵出去溜溜腿的狗，此后，经理道：“马赛，我半个小时内不见客，懂吗?谁都不见。〞“是，先生。〞门关上了。坚实、沉重的步子再次走过地板，肥胖的身子在弹簧椅上坐了下来，经理朝前倾身，双手掩面。他想他准备痛苦一场。。。。。。老任德菲尔德提起了儿子的墓，这对他来说是一个痛苦的打击。这恰如墓地翻开，他眼见儿子躺在地上，任德菲尔德的姑娘们都俯视着他一样。说来也怪，时光虽已流逝了六年多，经理的心目中始终保存着儿子那不变的、完美的、永远安睡着的形象。“我的儿子！〞他叫道。但眼里却流不出泪来。在过去，在儿子死后的最初几个月、甚至最初几年里。他只要一提起这四个字便会悲从中来，泪流满面。那时，他宣称：时间冲突不了他的哀思—他逢人便这样说。别人也许会淡忘，但他不会。这怎么可能呢。这小伙子是他的独生子。他一生下来，经理已在着手为他经营一份企业了。要不是为了这孩子，这一切便没什么意思了。生命本身也变得毫无意义。要不是为了这孩子，这一切便没什么意思了。生命本省也变得毫无意义。要不是儿子会继承他的事业、这么个前景在鼓舞着他，这些年来，他怎么可能如此奴隶般地操劳呢？那个前景几乎快实现了。战前，儿子在办公处已经学习了一年经营管理。他们每天早晨一起出发；又搭乘同一辆火车回家。由于他是这孩子的父亲，他接受了多少人的恭贺啊！人人都喜欢这个孩子。他一点都没被宠坏。不，他始终保持着自己开朗、自然的本色。对每个人都言谈得体，带着一脸孩子气和“实在太妙了！〞的口语。这一切都过去了，完了，仿佛从未发生过似的。那天，马赛交给他一份电报，终于把他的一生统统毁了。儿子牺牲了。他失魂落魄地离开了办公室。六年以前，六年了。。。。。。时间过得多快啊！就像是昨天的事一样。经理把双手从自己脸上拿开；他困惑了。有些事儿似乎不大对头。他没有期望感受到的那种感觉。他决定站起来，瞧一眼儿子的照片。不过，这张照片却照的不大满意：表情多不自然啊，而且冷漠的很，太一本正经了。儿子本人看上去绝不是那副模样。这时，经理瞥见一只苍蝇掉进了他的大口墨水瓶里，正软弱而又死命想重新爬出来。“救命！救命呀！〞那些拼命挣扎着的苍蝇腿似乎在喊。但墨水瓶的里侧又湿又滑；苍蝇又跌下去，游泳了起来。经理拿起一支钢笔,把苍蝇从墨水里挑出来，掸到一张吸墨纸上。一时间，苍蝇就躺在一滩新墨渍上了。此后，它的前腿舞动着，紧抓在一起。它挺起湿漉漉的小身子，抖干净翅膀上的墨汁。一条腿沿着一张翅膀上上下下梳理着。然后，停了一会。苍蝇似乎踮着自己的脚趾，力图先伸开一张翅膀，再伸开另一张翅膀。它终于成功了。他坐下来像只小貌似得开始洗起脸来了。那副景象，你可以想象的出来：小小的前腿，快活的相互摩擦着。可怕的危险过去了；它死里逃生，正准备重新开始生活。可就在这当口，经理突然有了个主意。他把钢笔放回墨水里，朝吸墨纸倾斜过去。正当苍蝇振翅欲飞时，一大滴墨水朝它滴了下来。现在它怎么办呢？真的，怎么办啊！小生物似乎震惊欲绝，吓得一动不动生怕接下来还有什么意外事情。但过后，它还是痛苦地拖拽着身子向前了。它舞动前腿，紧抓在一起。这一回，它的动作比起初慢多了。经理想，这真是一只勇敢的小生物。他十分钦佩苍蝇的勇气。面对事实就得这样。真是精神可嘉啊。决不气馁！苍蝇又完成了那一套艰苦卓绝的动作，这时经理刚好重新在笔上蘸满墨水，便在它抖弄干净的身子上又摔下一滴墨水。这一次会怎样呢？他痛苦地等了片刻，看见苍蝇的前腿又舞动了起来；经理感到一阵宽慰。他对苍蝇喃喃而语。他确实有朝它呵口气、帮它弄干净身子的巧妙想法。但眼下，苍蝇已经挣扎乏力了。当经理把钢笔伸进墨水瓶时，他决定，这回是最后一次了。果真如此。最后一滴墨水落到了湿漉漉的吸墨纸上，苍蝇躺在墨渍中不动了。苍蝇的后退粘在它的身子上，前腿却看不见。“醒醒！〞经理道。他用笔徒劳地拨拨它。毫无动静，而且也不可能有什么动静。苍蝇死了。经理用裁纸刀的刀尖挑起死尸，把它抛进废纸篓里。他痛苦欲绝，甚至害怕了起来。他朝前按铃叫马赛。“给我拿些新的吸墨纸来，〞他厉声的道，“快点！〞马赛走后，他开始疑心自己刚刚正在思索些什么。是什么呢？是。。。。。。他掏出手帕，揩揩脖子周围。他记不得是什么了。