第 11 节
作者:低诉      更新:2021-02-18 23:48      字数:9322
  no one was warlike; no hustle; for no one hurried; no wide…packed asses
  nodding down the lanes; for there was nothing to fill their packs with; and
  though a cart sometimes came by with a load of lolling men and maids; or
  a small horse; for horses they had; paced along; itself nearly as lazy as the
  master he bore; with trappings sewed over bits of coloured shell and coral;
  yet   somehow   it   was   all   extraordinarily   unreal。   It   was   a   city   full   of   the
  ghosts of the life which once pulsed through its ways。                  The streets were
  peopled; the chatter of voices everywhere; the singing boys and laughing
  girls   wandering;   arms   linked   together;   down   the   ways   filled   every   echo
  with   their   merriment;   yet   somehow   it   was   all   so   shallow   that   again   and
  again I rubbed my eyes; wonder… ing if I were indeed awake; or whether it
  were not a pro… longed sleep of which the tomorrow were still to come。
  〃What      strikes  me    as  strangest    of  all;  good    comrade;〃     I  observed
  pleasantly to the tripping presence at my elbow; 〃is that these countrymen
  of yours who shirk to   climb a flight of steps;  and have palms as soft   as
  rose petals; these wide ways paved with stones as hard as a usurer's heart。〃
  An   laughed。     〃The   stones   were   still   in   their   native   quar…   ries   had   it
  been left to us to seek them; we are like the conies in the ruins; sir;  the
  inheritors of what other hands have done。〃
  〃Ay; and undone; I think; as well; for coming along I have noted axe
  chippings   upon   the   walls;   smudges   of   ancient   fire   and   smoke   upon   the
  cornices。〃
  An winced a little and stared uneasily at the walls; mut… tering below
  her breath something about trying to hide with flower garlands the marks
  they could not banish; but it was plain the conversation was not pleasing to
  her。    So   unpleasant   was   talk   or   sight   of   woodmen   (Thither…folk;   as   she
  called them; in contradiction to the Hither people about us here); that the
  girl was clearly relieved when we were free of the town and out into the
  open play… ground of the people。            The whole place down there was a gay;
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  shifting   crowd。      The   booths   of   yesterday;   the   ar…   cades;   the   archways;
  were   still   standing;   and   during   the   night   unknown   hands   had   redecked
  them with flowers; while another day's sunshine had opened the coppice
  buds so that the whole place was brilliant past expression。                And here the
  Hither folk were varying their idleness by a general holiday。                 They were
  standing about in groups; or lying ranked like new…plucked flowers on the
  banks; piping to each other through reeds as soft and melodious as running
  water。     They   were   playing   inconsequent   games   and   breaking   off   in   the
  middle     of  them    like  children   looking    for  new    pleasures。    They     were
  idling about the drinking booths; delicately stupid with quaint; thin wines;
  dealt out to all who asked; the maids were ready to chevy or be chevied
  through the blossoming thickets by anyone who chanced upon them; the
  men   slipped   their   arms   round   slen…   der   waists   and   wandered   down   the
  paths; scarce seeming to care even whose waist it was they circled or into
  whose ear they whispered the remainder of the love…tale they had begun to
  some   one   else。    And   everywhere   it   was   〃Hi;〃   and   〃Ha;〃   and   〃So;〃   and
  〃See;〃 as these quaint people called to one another; knowing each other as
  familiarly as ants of a nest; and by the same magic it seemed to me。
  〃An;〃 I said presently; when we had wandered an hour or so through
  the   drifting   throng;   〃have   these   good   country…   men   of   yours   no   other
  names   but   monosyllabic;  nothing   to designate them  but   these   chirruping
  syllables?〃
  〃Is it not enough?〃 answered my companion。                〃Once in… deed I think
  we   had   longer   names;   but;〃   she   added;   smiling;   〃how   much   trouble   it
  saves to limit each one to a single sound。 It is uncivil to one's neighbours
  to burden their tongues with double duty when half would do。〃
  〃But have you no patronymicsnothing to show the child comes of the
  same source as his father came?〃
  〃We have no fathers。〃
  〃What! no fathers?〃 I said; starting and staring at her。
  〃No; nor mothers either; or at least none that we remem… ber; for again;
  why  should   we?       Mayhap   in   that   strange   dis…   trict   you   come   from   you
  keep count of these things; but what have we to do with either when their
  initial duty is done。 Look at that painted butterfly swinging on the honey…
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  laden catkin there。       What knows she of the mother who shed her life into
  a flowercup and forgot which flower it was the minute afterwards。                       We;
  too; are insects; stranger。〃
  〃And do you mean to say of this great concourse here; that every atom
  is solitary;   individual;   and   can   claim  no   kin…   dred   with   another   save  the
  loose     bonds     of   a   general     fraterni…   tya    specious     idea;   horrible;
  impracticable!〃
  Whereat An laughed。           〃Ask the grasshoppers if it is im… practicable;
  ask the little buzzing things of grass and leaves who drift hither and thither
  upon      each    breath    of   wind;    finding    kinsmen      never     but   comrades
  everywhereask them if it is horrible。〃
  This    made    me    melancholy;     and    somehow      set  me    thinking    of  the
  friends immeasurably distant I had left but yesterday。
  What were they doing?           Did they miss me?         I was to have called for
  my pay this afternoon; and tomorrow was to have run down South to see
  that freckled lady of mine。 What would she think of my absence?                       What
  would   she   think   if   she   knew   where   I   was?   Gods;   it   was   too   mad;   too
  absurd!     I  thrust   my  hands   into   my  pockets in   fierce  des…   peration;   and
  there they clutched an old dance programme and an out…of…date check for
  a New York ferry…boat。           I scowled about on that sunny; helpless people;
  and    laying    my   hand    bitterly   upon   my    heart   felt  in  the  breast…pocket
  beneath     a  packet    of  unpaid    Boston    tailors'  bills  and   a  note   from    my
  landlady   asking   if   I   would   let   her   aunt   do   my   washing   while   I   was   on
  shore。     Oh! what would they all think of me?              Would they brand me as a
  deserter; a poltroon; and a thief; letting my name presently sink down in
  shame   and   mystery  in   the   shadowy  realm   of   the   forgotten?        Dread…   ful
  thoughts!      I would think no more。
  Maybe An had marked my melancholy; for presently she led me to a
  stall where in fantastic vases wines of sorts I have described before were
  put out for all who came to try them。            There was medicine here for every
  kind   of   dulnessnot   the   gross   cure   which   earthly   wine   effects;   but   so
  nicely   proportioned   to   each   specific   need   that   one   could   regulate   one's
  debauch to a hairbreadth; rising through all the gamut of satisfaction; from
  the staid contentment coming of that flask there to the wild extravagances
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  of   the   further…   most   vase。   So   my   stripling   told   me;   running   her   finger
  down the line of beakers carved with strange figures and cased in silver;
  each   in   its   cluster   of   little   attendant   drinking…   cups;   like…coloured;   and
  waiting   round   on   the   white   napkins   as   the   shore   boats   wait   to   unload   a
  cargo round the sides of a merchant vessel。
  〃And   what;〃   I   said;   after   curiously   examining   each   liquor   in   turn;
  〃what is that which stands alone there in the humble earthen jar; as though
  unworthy of the company of the others。〃
  〃Oh; that;〃 said my friend; 〃is the most essential of them allthat is the
  wine of recovery; without which all the others were deadly poisons。〃
  〃The which; lady; looks as if it had a moral attaching to it。〃
  〃It may have; indeed I think it has; but I have forgotten。 Prince Hath
  would know!         Meanwhile let me give you to drink; great stranger; let me
  get you something。〃
  〃Well; then;〃 I laughed; 〃reach m