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他闭上眼睛。
It happened that morning, then, just after sunrise, that Jonathan Livingston Seagull fired directly through the center of Breakfast Flock, ticking off two hundred twelve miles per hour, eyes closed, in a great roaring shriek of wind and feathers.
这样，在那天早晨，就在日出后不久，海鸥乔纳森闭着眼睛，以每小时二百一十二英里的高速纪录，闪电似地在进早餐的鸥群中穿过，耳边只听得呼呼的风响和群鸥的尖叫声。
The Gull of Fortune smiled upon him this once, and no one was killed.
命运之神在朝他微笑，总算没有谁死于非命。
By the time he had pulled his beak straight up into the sky he was still scorching along at a hundred and sixty miles per hour. When he had slowed to twenty and stretched his wings again at last, the boat was a crumb on the sea, four thousand feet below.
等到他抬起嘴来朝向天空时，他仍旧以时速一百六十英里的高速前进。后来他把速度一直放慢到二十英里，最后展开双翅，四千英尺下面的渔船已经变成漂在海面上的一粒面包屑了。
His thought was triumph. Terminal velocity! A seagull at two hundred fourteen miles per hour! It was a breakthrough, the greatest single moment in the history of the Flock, and in that moment a new age opened for Jonathan Gull. Flying out to his lonely practice area, folding his wings for a dive from eight thousand feet, he set himself at once to discover how to turn.
他想的是胜利。达到了最高速度！一只海鸥达到了时速二百一十四英里！真是个突破，这是海鸥史册上最伟大的时刻，这一时刻为乔纳森开创了一个新时代。飞他到单独进行训练的地区，夹起翅膀，从八千英尺的高空向下俯冲，揣摩着怎样转弯。
A single wingtip feather, he found, moved a fraction of an inch, gives a smooth sweeping curve at tremendous speed. Before he learned this, however, he found that moving more than one feather at that speed will spin you like a rifle ball... and Jonathan had flown the first aerobatics of any seagull on earth.
他发现，把翼消的一根羽毛转动那么一丝丝，就可以在高速下平平稳稳地来个急转弯。他在学到这一点之前，还发现在那样的速度下，只要转动一两根羽毛就可以像陀螺似地旋转……于是乔纳森成了世界上第一只做特技动作的海鸥。
He spared no time that day for talk with other gulls, but flew on past sunset. He discovered the loop, the slow roll, the point roll, the inverted spin,North Face Jackets, the gull bunt, the pinwheel,fake jordans for sale.
这一天，他无暇与其他海鸥攀谈，只是不停地飞，直到黄昏。他学会了翻斤斗、横滚、定点翻滚、倒转、定点回旋飞行等各种飞行特技。
乔纳森回到海滩上鸥群之中时，已是深夜。他感到头昏眼花，疲惫不堪。但他兴高采烈。
When Jonathan Seagull joined the Flock on the beach, it was full night. He was dizzy and terribly tired. Yet in delight he flew a loop to landing, with a snap roll just before touchdown. When they hear of it, he thought, of the Breakthrough,Website, they’ll be wild with joy. How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there’s a reason to life! We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!
一个斤斗翻下来，即将着陆时还来了个快滚。他想，海鸥们得知他打破了飞行纪录，一定会欣喜若狂动。生活现在变得多么有意义啊！除了单调地围绕着渔船盘旋外，生活还有其他目的！我们能够摆脱愚昧，我们能够使自己成为有才能、有智慧、有技巧的生灵。我们能够获得自由！我们能够学会飞行！
Thacker rose to his feet excitedly
Thacker rose to his feet excitedly.
"Say!" he said. "It isn't possible that you've cornered John D. Rockefeller's memoirs, is it,fake jordans? Don't tell me that all at once,SHIPPING INFO.."
No, sir," said Colonel Telfair. "I am speaking of mentality and literature not of the less worthy intricacies of trade."
Well, what's the trouble about running the article," asked Thacker, a little impatiently, "if the man's well known and has got the stuff ?" Colonel Telfair sighed.
"Mr. Thacker," said he, "for once I have been tempted. Nothing has yet appeared in The Rose of Dixie that has not been from the pen of one of its sons or daughters. I know little about the author of this article except that he has acquired prominence in a section of the country that has always been inimical to my heart and mind. But I recognize his genius; and, as I have told you, I have instituted an investigation of his personality. Perhaps it will be futile. But I shall pursue the inquiry. Until that is finished, I must leave open the question of filling the vacant space in our January number."
Thacker arose to leave.
"All right, Colonel," he said, as cordially as he could. "You use your own judgment. If you've really got a scoop or something that will make 'em sit up, run it instead of my stuff. I'll drop in again in about two weeks. Good luck!"
Colonel Telfair and the magazine promoter shook hands,LINK.
Returning a fortnight later, Thacker dropped off a very rocky Pullman at Toombs City. He found the January number of the magazine made up and the forms closed.
The vacant space that had been yawning for type was filled by an article that was headed thus:
SECOND MESSAGE TO CONGRESS
Written for
THE ROSE OF DIXIE
BY
A Member of the Well-known
BULLOCH FAMILY, OF GEORGIA
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Round The Circle
"Find yo' shirt all right, Sam?" asked Mrs. Webber, from her chair under the live-oak, where she was comfortably seated with a paper- back volume for company.
"It balances perfeckly, Marthy," answered Sam, with a suspicious pleasantness in his tone. "At first I was about ter be a little reckless and kick 'cause ther buttons was all off, but since I diskiver that the button holes is all busted out, why, I wouldn't go so fur as to say the buttons is any loss to speak of."
"Oh, well," said his wife, carelessly, "put on your necktie--that'll keep it together."
Sam Webber's sheep ranch was situated in the loneliest part of the country between the Nueces and the Frio. The ranch house--a two-room box structure--was on the rise of a gently swelling hill in the midst of a wilderness of high chaparral. In front of it was a small clearing where stood the sheep pens, shearing shed, and wool house. Only a few feet back of it began the thorny jungle.
Sam was going to ride over to the Chapman ranch to see about buying some more improved merino rams. At length he came out, ready for his ride. This being a business trip of some importance,North Face Jackets, and the Chapman ranch being almost a small town in population and size, Sam had decided to "dress up" accordingly. The result was that he had transformed himself from a graceful, picturesque frontiersman into something much less pleasing to the sight. The tight white collar awkwardly constricted his muscular, mahogany-colored neck. The buttonless shirt bulged in stiff waves beneath his unbuttoned vest. The suit of "ready-made" effectually concealed the fine lines of his straight, athletic figure. His berry-brown face was set to the melancholy dignity befitting a prisoner of state. He gave Randy, his three-year-old son, a pat on the head, and hurried out to where Mexico, his favorite saddle horse, was standing.
"Say!" he said. "It isn't possible that you've cornered John D. Rockefeller's memoirs, is it,fake jordans? Don't tell me that all at once,SHIPPING INFO.."
No, sir," said Colonel Telfair. "I am speaking of mentality and literature not of the less worthy intricacies of trade."
Well, what's the trouble about running the article," asked Thacker, a little impatiently, "if the man's well known and has got the stuff ?" Colonel Telfair sighed.
"Mr. Thacker," said he, "for once I have been tempted. Nothing has yet appeared in The Rose of Dixie that has not been from the pen of one of its sons or daughters. I know little about the author of this article except that he has acquired prominence in a section of the country that has always been inimical to my heart and mind. But I recognize his genius; and, as I have told you, I have instituted an investigation of his personality. Perhaps it will be futile. But I shall pursue the inquiry. Until that is finished, I must leave open the question of filling the vacant space in our January number."
Thacker arose to leave.
"All right, Colonel," he said, as cordially as he could. "You use your own judgment. If you've really got a scoop or something that will make 'em sit up, run it instead of my stuff. I'll drop in again in about two weeks. Good luck!"
Colonel Telfair and the magazine promoter shook hands,LINK.
Returning a fortnight later, Thacker dropped off a very rocky Pullman at Toombs City. He found the January number of the magazine made up and the forms closed.
The vacant space that had been yawning for type was filled by an article that was headed thus:
SECOND MESSAGE TO CONGRESS
Written for
THE ROSE OF DIXIE
BY
A Member of the Well-known
BULLOCH FAMILY, OF GEORGIA
T. Roosevelt
Round The Circle
"Find yo' shirt all right, Sam?" asked Mrs. Webber, from her chair under the live-oak, where she was comfortably seated with a paper- back volume for company.
"It balances perfeckly, Marthy," answered Sam, with a suspicious pleasantness in his tone. "At first I was about ter be a little reckless and kick 'cause ther buttons was all off, but since I diskiver that the button holes is all busted out, why, I wouldn't go so fur as to say the buttons is any loss to speak of."
"Oh, well," said his wife, carelessly, "put on your necktie--that'll keep it together."
Sam Webber's sheep ranch was situated in the loneliest part of the country between the Nueces and the Frio. The ranch house--a two-room box structure--was on the rise of a gently swelling hill in the midst of a wilderness of high chaparral. In front of it was a small clearing where stood the sheep pens, shearing shed, and wool house. Only a few feet back of it began the thorny jungle.
Sam was going to ride over to the Chapman ranch to see about buying some more improved merino rams. At length he came out, ready for his ride. This being a business trip of some importance,North Face Jackets, and the Chapman ranch being almost a small town in population and size, Sam had decided to "dress up" accordingly. The result was that he had transformed himself from a graceful, picturesque frontiersman into something much less pleasing to the sight. The tight white collar awkwardly constricted his muscular, mahogany-colored neck. The buttonless shirt bulged in stiff waves beneath his unbuttoned vest. The suit of "ready-made" effectually concealed the fine lines of his straight, athletic figure. His berry-brown face was set to the melancholy dignity befitting a prisoner of state. He gave Randy, his three-year-old son, a pat on the head, and hurried out to where Mexico, his favorite saddle horse, was standing.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Bess told her
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'Josie longs to be an actress,fake uggs, and has waited for a month to see you.
This is a great happiness for her.'
'Bless the child! why didn't she come and call? I'd have let her in;though usually I avoid stage-struck girls as I do reporters,' laughedMiss Cameron.
There was no time for more; a brown hand, grasping the bracelet, roseout of the sea, followed by a purple face as Josie came up so blindand dizzy she could only cling to Bess, half drowned but triumphant.
Miss Cameron drew her to the rock where she sat, and pushing the hairout of her eyes, revived her with a hearty 'Bravo! bravo!' whichassured the girl that her first act was a hit. Josie had oftenimagined her meeting with the great actress--the dignity and gracewith which she would enter and tell her ambitious hopes, theeffective dress she would wear, the witty things she would say, thedeep impression her budding genius would make. But never in herwildest moments had she imagined an interview like this; scarlet,sandy, streaming, and speechless she leaned against the illustriousshoulder, looking like a beautiful seal as she blinked and wheezedtill she could smile joyfully and exclaim proudly:
'I did get it! I'm so glad!'
'Now get your breath, my dear; then I shall be glad also. It was verynice of you to take all that trouble for me. How shall I thank you?'
asked the lady, looking at her with the beautiful eyes that could sayso many things without words.
Josie clasped her hands with a wet spat which rather destroyed theeffect of the gesture, and answered in a beseeching tone that wouldhave softened a far harder heart than Miss Cameron's:
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'I will, no matter if you tell me I'm a fool. I want it settled; sodoes mamma. I'll take it bravely if you say no; and if you say yes,I'll never give up till I've done my best--as you did.'
'Ah, my child, it's a weary road, and there are plenty of thornsamong the roses when you've won them. I think you have the courage,and this proves that you have perseverance. Perhaps you'll do. Come,and we'll see.'
Miss Cameron touched the bracelet as she spoke, and smiled so kindlythat impetuous Josie wanted to kiss her; but wisely refrained, thoughher eyes were wet with softer water than any in the sea as shethanked her.
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'Run over the beach and get warm. Thank you very much, littlemermaid. Tell papa to bring his daughter to see me any time.
Good-bye'; and with a wave of her hand the tragedy queen dismissedher court, but remained on her weedy throne watching the two lithefigures race over the sand with twinkling feet till they were out ofsight. Then, as she calmly bobbed up and down in the water, she saidto herself: 'The child has a good stage face, vivid, mobile,fake ugg delaine boots; fineeyes, abandon, pluck, will. Perhaps she'll do. Good stock--talent inthe family. We shall see.'
我感谢了他的殷勤招待
我感谢了他的殷勤招待。我们总是为这向他道谢——我和其他的人。
“再见，”我喊道，“谢谢你的早饭，盖茨比。”
到了城里,UK FAKE UGGS，我勉强抄了一会那些不计其数的股票行情，后来就在我的转椅里睡着了。中午前不久电话把我吵醒，我吃了一惊，脑门上汗珠直冒。是乔丹•贝克。她时常在这个钟点打电话给我，因为她出入大饭店、俱乐部和私人住宅，行踪不定，我很难用任何其他办法找到她。通常她的声音从电话上传来总是清凉悦耳，仿佛一块草根土从一片碧绿的高尔夫球场上飘进了办公室的窗口，但是今天上午她的声音却显得生硬枯燥。
“我离开了黛西的家，”她说，“我此刻在海普斯特德，今天下午就要到索斯安普敦去。”
她离开黛西的家可能是很得体的，但是她的做法却使我不高兴。接着她下面一句话更叫我生气。
“昨晚你对我不怎么好。”
“在那种情况下有什么关系呢？”
片刻的沉默。然后：
“不管怎样吧……我想见你。”
“我也想见你。”
“那么我就不去索斯安普敦，下午进城来，好不好？”
“不好……我想今天下午不行,fake foamposites for sale。”
“随你的便吧。”
“今天下午实在不可能。许多……”
我们就这样说了一会，后来突然间我们俩都不再讲话了。我不知道我们俩是谁把电话啪的一下挂掉，但我知道我毫不在乎了。我那天不可能跟她在茶桌上面对面聊天，即使她从此永远不跟我讲话也不行
几分钟以后我打电话到盖茨比家去，但线给占了，我一连打了四次，最后，一个不耐烦的接线员告诉我这条线路在专等底特律的长途电话。我拿出火车时刻表来，在三点五十分那班车上画了个小圆圈。然后我靠在椅子上，想思考一下。这时才是中午。
那天早上乘火车路过灰堆时，我特意走到车厢的另外一边去。我料想那儿整天都会有一群好奇的人围观，小男孩们在尘土中寻找黑色的血斑，还有一个爱唠叨的人翻来覆去讲出事的经过，一直说到连他自己也觉得越来越不真实，他也讲不下去了，茉特尔•威尔逊的悲惨的结局也就被人遗忘了。现在我要倒回去讲一下前一晚我们离开车行之后那里发生的情况。
他们好不容易才找到了她的妹妹凯瑟琳。她那天晚上一定是破了她自己不喝酒的规矩，因为她到达的时候已经喝得昏头昏脑的，无法理解救护车已经开到弗勒兴区去了，等他们使她明白了这一点，她马上就晕了过去，仿佛这是整个事件中最难以忍受的部分。有个人，或是好心或是好奇，让她上了他的车子，跟在她姐姐的遗体后面一路开过去。
直到午夜过去很久以后，还有川流不息的人拥在车行前面，同时乔治•威尔逊在里面长沙发上不停地摇来晃去。起先办公室的门是开着的，凡是到车行卫面来的人都忍不往往出面张望,LINK。后来有人说这太不像活了，才把门关上。米切里斯和另外几个男人轮流陪着他。起先有四五个人，后来剩下两三个人。再到后来，米切里斯不得不要求最后一个陌生人再等十五分钟，让他回自己铺子里去煮一壶咖啡。在那以后，他个独一个人待在那儿陪着威尔逊一直到天亮。
三点钟左右、威尔逊哼哼唧唧的胡言乱语起了质变——他渐渐安静了下来，开始谈到那辆黄色的车子。他宣布他有办法去查出来这辆黄车子是谁的。然后他又脱日说出两个月以前他老婆有一次从城里回来时鼻青脸肿。
但等地听到自己说出这事，他畏缩了一下，又开始哭哭啼啼地叫喊“我的上帝啊！”米切里斯笨口拙舌地想法子分散他的注意力。
“你结婚多久了，乔治？得啦，安安静静坐一会儿，回答我的问题。你结婚多久了？”
“十二年。”
“生过孩子没有？得啦，乔治，坐着别动——我问了你一个问题。你生过孩子没有？”
硬壳的棕色甲虫不停地往暗淡的电灯上乱撞。每次米切里斯听见一辆汽车在外面公路上疾驰而过，他总觉得听上去就像是几个小时以前那辆没停的车。他不愿意走进汽车间去，因为那张停放过尸体的工作台上有血迹。他只好很不舒服地在办公室平走来走去——还没到天亮地已经熟悉以面的每样东西了——不时地又坐在威尔逊身边想法让地安静一点。
“有没有一个你有时去去的教堂，乔治？也许你已经好久没去过的？也许我可以打电话给教堂，请一位牧师来，他可以跟你谈谈，不好吗？”
“不属于任何教堂。”
“你应当有一个教堂，乔治，碰到这种时候就有用了。你从前一定做过礼拜的。难道你不是在教堂里结婚的吗？听着，乔治，你听我说。难道你不是在教堂里结婚的吗？”
“那是很久以前了。”
回答问题的努力打断了他来回摇摇的节奏——他安静了一会，然后和原先一样的那种半清醒半迷糊的表情又回到了他无神的眼睛里。
“打开那个抽屉看看。”他指着书桌说。
“哪一个抽屉？”
“那个抽屉——那一个。”
米切里斯打开了离他手边最近的那个抽屉。里面什么都没有，除了一根小小的贵重的狗皮带，是用牛皮和银缏制作的。看上去还是新的。
“这个？”他举起狗皮带问道。
威尔逊瞪着眼点点头。
“我昨天下午发现的。她想法子向我说明它的来由，但是我知道这件事蹊跷。”
“你是说你太太买的吗？”
“她用薄纸包着放在她的梳妆台上。”
米切里斯看不出这有什么古怪，于是他对威尔逊说出十来个理由为什么他老婆可能会买这条狗皮带，但是不难想象，这些同样的理由有一些威尔逊已经从茉特尔那里听过，因为他又轻轻地哼起：“我的上帝啊！”他的安慰者还有几个理由没说出口又缩回去了。
“那么他杀害了她。“威尔逊说，他的嘴巴突然张得大大的。
“谁杀害了她？”
“我有办法打听出来。”
“你胡思乱想，乔治，”他的朋友说，“你受了很大的刺激，连自己说什么都不知道了。你还是尽量安安静静地坐到天亮吧。”
“他谋杀了她。”
“那是交通事故，乔治。”
威尔逊摇了摇头。他眼睛眯成一条缝，嘴巴微微咧开，不以为然地轻轻“哼” 了一声。
“我知道，”他肯定地说，“我是个信任别人的人，从来也不怀疑任何人有鬼，但是我一己弄明白一件事，我心里就有数了。是那辆车子里的那个男人。她跑过去想跟他说话，但是他不肯停下来。”
米切里斯当时也看到这个情况了，但他并没想到其中有什么特殊的意义。他以为威尔逊太太是从她丈夫那里跑开，而并不是想拦住某一辆汽车。
“她怎么可能弄成那样呢？”
“她这人很深沉。”威尔逊说，仿佛这就回答了问题。“啊——哟——哟——”
他又摇晃起来，米切里斯站在旁边搓着手里的狗皮带。
“也许你有什么朋友我可以打电话请来帮帮忙吧，乔治？”
这是一个渺茫的希望——他几乎可以肯定威尔逊一个朋友也没有，他连个老婆都照顾不了。又过了一会他很高兴看到屋子里起了变化，窗外渐渐发蓝，他知道天快亮了。五点左右，外面天色更蓝，屋子里的灯可以关掉了。
威尔逊呆滞的眼睛转向外面的灰堆，那上面小朵的灰云呈现出离奇古怪的形状，在黎明的微风中飞来飞去。
“我跟她谈了，”他沉默了半天以后喃喃地说，“我告诉她，她也许可以骗我，但她决骗不了上帝。我把她领到窗口，”他费劲地站了起来，走到后窗户面前，把脸紧贴在上面，“然后我说：‘上帝知道你所做的事，你所做的一切事。你可以骗我，但你骗不了上帝！”
米切里斯站在他背后，吃惊地看到他正盯着T•J•埃克尔堡大夫的眼睛，暗淡无光，巨大无比，刚刚从消散的夜色中显现出来。
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“那是一幅广告。”米切里斯告诉他。不知是什么使他从窗口转开，回头向室内看，但是威尔逊在那里站了很久，脸紧靠着玻璃窗，向着曙光不住地点头。
等到六点钟，米切里斯已经筋疲力尽，因此听到有一辆车子在外面停下的声音时满心感激。来的也是昨天帮着守夜的一位，答应了要回来的，于是他做了三个人的早饭，他和那个人一同吃了。威尔逊现在比较安静，米切里斯就回家睡觉。四小时之后他醒过来，急忙又跑回车行，威尔逊已经不见了。
“再见，”我喊道，“谢谢你的早饭，盖茨比。”
到了城里,UK FAKE UGGS，我勉强抄了一会那些不计其数的股票行情，后来就在我的转椅里睡着了。中午前不久电话把我吵醒，我吃了一惊，脑门上汗珠直冒。是乔丹•贝克。她时常在这个钟点打电话给我，因为她出入大饭店、俱乐部和私人住宅，行踪不定，我很难用任何其他办法找到她。通常她的声音从电话上传来总是清凉悦耳，仿佛一块草根土从一片碧绿的高尔夫球场上飘进了办公室的窗口，但是今天上午她的声音却显得生硬枯燥。
“我离开了黛西的家，”她说，“我此刻在海普斯特德，今天下午就要到索斯安普敦去。”
她离开黛西的家可能是很得体的，但是她的做法却使我不高兴。接着她下面一句话更叫我生气。
“昨晚你对我不怎么好。”
“在那种情况下有什么关系呢？”
片刻的沉默。然后：
“不管怎样吧……我想见你。”
“我也想见你。”
“那么我就不去索斯安普敦，下午进城来，好不好？”
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“随你的便吧。”
“今天下午实在不可能。许多……”
我们就这样说了一会，后来突然间我们俩都不再讲话了。我不知道我们俩是谁把电话啪的一下挂掉，但我知道我毫不在乎了。我那天不可能跟她在茶桌上面对面聊天，即使她从此永远不跟我讲话也不行
几分钟以后我打电话到盖茨比家去，但线给占了，我一连打了四次，最后，一个不耐烦的接线员告诉我这条线路在专等底特律的长途电话。我拿出火车时刻表来，在三点五十分那班车上画了个小圆圈。然后我靠在椅子上，想思考一下。这时才是中午。
那天早上乘火车路过灰堆时，我特意走到车厢的另外一边去。我料想那儿整天都会有一群好奇的人围观，小男孩们在尘土中寻找黑色的血斑，还有一个爱唠叨的人翻来覆去讲出事的经过，一直说到连他自己也觉得越来越不真实，他也讲不下去了，茉特尔•威尔逊的悲惨的结局也就被人遗忘了。现在我要倒回去讲一下前一晚我们离开车行之后那里发生的情况。
他们好不容易才找到了她的妹妹凯瑟琳。她那天晚上一定是破了她自己不喝酒的规矩，因为她到达的时候已经喝得昏头昏脑的，无法理解救护车已经开到弗勒兴区去了，等他们使她明白了这一点，她马上就晕了过去，仿佛这是整个事件中最难以忍受的部分。有个人，或是好心或是好奇，让她上了他的车子，跟在她姐姐的遗体后面一路开过去。
直到午夜过去很久以后，还有川流不息的人拥在车行前面，同时乔治•威尔逊在里面长沙发上不停地摇来晃去。起先办公室的门是开着的，凡是到车行卫面来的人都忍不往往出面张望,LINK。后来有人说这太不像活了，才把门关上。米切里斯和另外几个男人轮流陪着他。起先有四五个人，后来剩下两三个人。再到后来，米切里斯不得不要求最后一个陌生人再等十五分钟，让他回自己铺子里去煮一壶咖啡。在那以后，他个独一个人待在那儿陪着威尔逊一直到天亮。
三点钟左右、威尔逊哼哼唧唧的胡言乱语起了质变——他渐渐安静了下来，开始谈到那辆黄色的车子。他宣布他有办法去查出来这辆黄车子是谁的。然后他又脱日说出两个月以前他老婆有一次从城里回来时鼻青脸肿。
但等地听到自己说出这事，他畏缩了一下，又开始哭哭啼啼地叫喊“我的上帝啊！”米切里斯笨口拙舌地想法子分散他的注意力。
“你结婚多久了，乔治？得啦，安安静静坐一会儿，回答我的问题。你结婚多久了？”
“十二年。”
“生过孩子没有？得啦，乔治，坐着别动——我问了你一个问题。你生过孩子没有？”
硬壳的棕色甲虫不停地往暗淡的电灯上乱撞。每次米切里斯听见一辆汽车在外面公路上疾驰而过，他总觉得听上去就像是几个小时以前那辆没停的车。他不愿意走进汽车间去，因为那张停放过尸体的工作台上有血迹。他只好很不舒服地在办公室平走来走去——还没到天亮地已经熟悉以面的每样东西了——不时地又坐在威尔逊身边想法让地安静一点。
“有没有一个你有时去去的教堂，乔治？也许你已经好久没去过的？也许我可以打电话给教堂，请一位牧师来，他可以跟你谈谈，不好吗？”
“不属于任何教堂。”
“你应当有一个教堂，乔治，碰到这种时候就有用了。你从前一定做过礼拜的。难道你不是在教堂里结婚的吗？听着，乔治，你听我说。难道你不是在教堂里结婚的吗？”
“那是很久以前了。”
回答问题的努力打断了他来回摇摇的节奏——他安静了一会，然后和原先一样的那种半清醒半迷糊的表情又回到了他无神的眼睛里。
“打开那个抽屉看看。”他指着书桌说。
“哪一个抽屉？”
“那个抽屉——那一个。”
米切里斯打开了离他手边最近的那个抽屉。里面什么都没有，除了一根小小的贵重的狗皮带，是用牛皮和银缏制作的。看上去还是新的。
“这个？”他举起狗皮带问道。
威尔逊瞪着眼点点头。
“我昨天下午发现的。她想法子向我说明它的来由，但是我知道这件事蹊跷。”
“你是说你太太买的吗？”
“她用薄纸包着放在她的梳妆台上。”
米切里斯看不出这有什么古怪，于是他对威尔逊说出十来个理由为什么他老婆可能会买这条狗皮带，但是不难想象，这些同样的理由有一些威尔逊已经从茉特尔那里听过，因为他又轻轻地哼起：“我的上帝啊！”他的安慰者还有几个理由没说出口又缩回去了。
“那么他杀害了她。“威尔逊说，他的嘴巴突然张得大大的。
“谁杀害了她？”
“我有办法打听出来。”
“你胡思乱想，乔治，”他的朋友说，“你受了很大的刺激，连自己说什么都不知道了。你还是尽量安安静静地坐到天亮吧。”
“他谋杀了她。”
“那是交通事故，乔治。”
威尔逊摇了摇头。他眼睛眯成一条缝，嘴巴微微咧开，不以为然地轻轻“哼” 了一声。
“我知道，”他肯定地说，“我是个信任别人的人，从来也不怀疑任何人有鬼，但是我一己弄明白一件事，我心里就有数了。是那辆车子里的那个男人。她跑过去想跟他说话，但是他不肯停下来。”
米切里斯当时也看到这个情况了，但他并没想到其中有什么特殊的意义。他以为威尔逊太太是从她丈夫那里跑开，而并不是想拦住某一辆汽车。
“她怎么可能弄成那样呢？”
“她这人很深沉。”威尔逊说，仿佛这就回答了问题。“啊——哟——哟——”
他又摇晃起来，米切里斯站在旁边搓着手里的狗皮带。
“也许你有什么朋友我可以打电话请来帮帮忙吧，乔治？”
这是一个渺茫的希望——他几乎可以肯定威尔逊一个朋友也没有，他连个老婆都照顾不了。又过了一会他很高兴看到屋子里起了变化，窗外渐渐发蓝，他知道天快亮了。五点左右，外面天色更蓝，屋子里的灯可以关掉了。
威尔逊呆滞的眼睛转向外面的灰堆，那上面小朵的灰云呈现出离奇古怪的形状，在黎明的微风中飞来飞去。
“我跟她谈了，”他沉默了半天以后喃喃地说，“我告诉她，她也许可以骗我，但她决骗不了上帝。我把她领到窗口，”他费劲地站了起来，走到后窗户面前，把脸紧贴在上面，“然后我说：‘上帝知道你所做的事，你所做的一切事。你可以骗我，但你骗不了上帝！”
米切里斯站在他背后，吃惊地看到他正盯着T•J•埃克尔堡大夫的眼睛，暗淡无光，巨大无比，刚刚从消散的夜色中显现出来。
“上帝看见一切。”威尔逊又说了一遍,Contact Us。
“那是一幅广告。”米切里斯告诉他。不知是什么使他从窗口转开，回头向室内看，但是威尔逊在那里站了很久，脸紧靠着玻璃窗，向着曙光不住地点头。
等到六点钟，米切里斯已经筋疲力尽，因此听到有一辆车子在外面停下的声音时满心感激。来的也是昨天帮着守夜的一位，答应了要回来的，于是他做了三个人的早饭，他和那个人一同吃了。威尔逊现在比较安静，米切里斯就回家睡觉。四小时之后他醒过来，急忙又跑回车行，威尔逊已经不见了。
Sunday, December 2, 2012
'One of two things will happen
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'That is what I meant to do. But I wanted a word of hope to give mecourage,' cried Nat, firing up as if the smouldering spark was setablaze by a breath of encouragement. 'Other fellows, poorer andstupider than I, have done great things and come to honour. Why maynot I, though I'm nothing now? I know Mrs Brooke remembers what Icame from, but my father was honest though everything went wrong; andI have nothing to be ashamed of though I was a charity boy. I neverwill be ashamed of my people or myself, and I'll make other folksrespect me if I can.'
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'Well, the Blakes are a good lot. I looked 'em up, and not one wasever in prison, hanged, or disgraced in any way. We used to be richand honoured years ago, but we've died out and got poor, and fatherwas a street musician rather than beg; and I'll be one again beforeI'll do the mean things some men do and pass muster.'
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The church stood in the darkness like a block of ice: it was melting away in the heat. The roof had fallen in in one place, a coign above the doorway had crumbled. The priest took a quick sideways look at Pedro, holding his breath in case it smelt of brandy, but he could see only the outlines of the face. He said—with a feeling of cunning as though he were cheating a greedy prompter inside his own heart: "Tell the people, Pedro, that I only want one peso for the baptisms. …" There would still be enough for the brandy then, even if he arrived in Las Casa like a beggar. There was silence for as long as two [162] seconds and then the wily village voice began to answer him: "We are poor, father. One peso is a lot of money. I—for example—I have three children. Say seventy-five centavos, father."
Miss Lehr stretched out her feet in their easy slippers and the beetles came up over the veranda from the dark outside. She said: "In Pittsburgh once ..." Her brother was asleep with an ancient newspaper across his knee: the mail had come in. The priest gave a little sympathetic giggle as in the old days; it was a try-out which didn't come off. Miss Lehr stopped and sniffed. "Funny. I thought I smelt—spirits."
The priest held his breath, leaning back in the rocking-chair. He thought: How quiet it is, how safe. He remembered townspeople who couldn't sleep in country places because of the silence: silence can be like noise, dinning against the ear-drums.
"What was I saying, father?"
"In Pittsburgh once ..."
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The church stood in the darkness like a block of ice: it was melting away in the heat. The roof had fallen in in one place, a coign above the doorway had crumbled. The priest took a quick sideways look at Pedro, holding his breath in case it smelt of brandy, but he could see only the outlines of the face. He said—with a feeling of cunning as though he were cheating a greedy prompter inside his own heart: "Tell the people, Pedro, that I only want one peso for the baptisms. …" There would still be enough for the brandy then, even if he arrived in Las Casa like a beggar. There was silence for as long as two [162] seconds and then the wily village voice began to answer him: "We are poor, father. One peso is a lot of money. I—for example—I have three children. Say seventy-five centavos, father."
Miss Lehr stretched out her feet in their easy slippers and the beetles came up over the veranda from the dark outside. She said: "In Pittsburgh once ..." Her brother was asleep with an ancient newspaper across his knee: the mail had come in. The priest gave a little sympathetic giggle as in the old days; it was a try-out which didn't come off. Miss Lehr stopped and sniffed. "Funny. I thought I smelt—spirits."
The priest held his breath, leaning back in the rocking-chair. He thought: How quiet it is, how safe. He remembered townspeople who couldn't sleep in country places because of the silence: silence can be like noise, dinning against the ear-drums.
"What was I saying, father?"
"In Pittsburgh once ..."
"Of course. In Pittsburgh ... I was waiting for the train. You see I had nothing to read: books are so expensive. So I thought I'd buy a paper—any paper: the news is just the same. But when I opened it—it was called something like Police News. I never knew such dreadful things were printed. Of course, I didn't read more than a few lines. I think it was the most dreadful thing that's ever happened to me. It ... well, it opened my eyes."
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"But there was nothing wrong ..."
"It's knowing, isn't it ...?"
Somewhere a long way off a bird of some kind called: the lamp on the table began to smoke, and Miss Lehr leant over and turned down the wick: it was as if the only light for miles around was lowered. The brandy returned on his palate: it was like the smell of ether that reminds a man of a recent operation before he's used to life: it tied him to another state of being. He didn't yet belong to this deep tranquillity: he told himself—in time it will be all right, I shall pull up,Website, I only ordered three bottles this time. They will be the last I'll ever [163] drink, I won't need drink there—he knew he lied. Mr. Lehr woke suddenly and said: "As I was saying ..."
"You were saying nothing, dear. You were asleep."
"Oh, no, we were talking about that scoundrel Hoover."
"I don't think so,Link, dear. Not for a long while."
"Well," Mr. Lehr said, "it's been a long day,fake uggs. The father will be tired too ... after all that confessing," he added with slight distaste.
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