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世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第7章Part 12

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They talked about fighting cocks. They promised each other to set up a breeding farm for magnificent birds, not so much to enjoy their victories, which they would not need then, as to have something to do on the tedious Sundays of death. It was Prudencio Aguilar who cleaned him fed him and brought him splendid news of an unknown person called Aureliano who was a colonel in the war. When he was alone, José Arcadio Buendía consoled himself with the dream of the infinite rooms. He dreamed that he was getting out of bed, opening the door and going into an identical room with the same bed with a wrought-iron head, the same wicker chair, and the same small picture of the Virgin of Help on the back wall. From that room he would go into another that was just the same, the door of which would open into another that was just the same, the door of which would open into another one just the same, and then into another exactly alike, and so on to infinity. He liked to go from room to room.他俩谈到公鸡,打算一块儿建立一个繁殖场,饲养一些出色的鸟禽——不是为了拿它们的胜利来取乐,因为他俩已经不需要这种胜利了,只是为了在死人国里漫长、沉闷的星期天有点儿消遣。普鲁登希奥。 阿吉廖尔给霍。 阿。 布恩蒂亚擦擦洗洗,给他吃东西,把一个陌生人的好消息告诉他,那人叫做奥雷连诺,是战争中的一名上校。霍。 阿。 布恩蒂亚独个儿留下的时候,他就在梦中寻求安慰,梦见无穷无尽的房间。他梦见自己从床上站立起来,打开房门,走进另一个同样的房间,这里有同样的床(床头是包上铁皮的),有同样的藤椅,后墙上也有“救命女神”的小画像。从这个房间,他又走进另一个同样的房间,这个房间的门又通向另一个同样的房间,然后又是一个同样的房间,——就这样无穷无尽。
As in a gallery of parallel mirrors, until Prudencio Aguilar would touch him on the shoulder. Then he would go back from room to room, walking in reverse, going back over his trail, and he would find Prudencio Aguilar in the room of reality. But one night, two weeks after they took him to his bed, Prudencio Aguilar touched his shoulder in an intermediate room and he stayed there forever, thinking that it was the real room. On the following morning úrsula was bringing him his breakfast when she saw a man coming along the hall. He was short and stocky, with a black suit on and a hat that was also black, enormous, pulled down to his taciturn eyes. "Good Lord," úrsula thought, "I could have sworn it was Melquíades." It was Cataure, Visitación's brother, who had left the house fleeing from the insomnia plague and of whom there had never been any news. Visitación asked him why he had come back, and he answered her in their solemn language:他很喜欢从一个房间走进另一个房间——很象走过两排并列镜子之间的一道长廊……随后,普鲁登希奥。阿吉廖尔摸了摸他的肩膀。于是,他逐渐醒来,从一个房间倒退到另一个房间,走完漫长的回头路,直到在真正的房间里见到普鲁登希奥·阿吉廖尔。可是霍·阿·布恩蒂亚迁到床上之后过了两个星期,有一天夜里,他在最远的一个房间里时,普鲁登希奥。阿吉廖尔摸了摸他的肩膀,他却没有往回走,永远留在那儿了,以为那个房间是真正的房间。第二天早上,乌苏娜送早饭给丈夫的时候,忽然看见一个男人沿着走廊朝她走来。这人矮壮墩实,穿一身黑呢衣服,戴一顶挺大的黑帽子,帽子拉得遮住了悲戚的眼睛。“我的天啦,”乌苏娜想道。“我能发誓,这是梅尔加德斯。”然而这是卡塔乌尔,维希塔香的弟弟,他为了躲避失限症,从这里逃走之后,一直音讯杏无。维希塔香问他为什么回来,他用本族语占庄严而响亮地说:
"I have come for the exequies of the king."“我是来参加国王葬礼的。”
Then they went into José Arcadio Buendía's room, shook him as hard as they could, shouted in his ear, put a mirror in front of his nostrils, but they could not awaken him. A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who dept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.接着,他们走进霍·阿·布恩蒂亚的房间,开始使劲摇晃他,对着他的耳朵叫喊,把一面镜子拿到他的鼻孔前面,可是始终未能唤醒他。稍迟一些,木匠给死者量棺材尺寸时,看见窗外下起了细微的黄花雨。整整一夜,黄色的花朵象无声的暴雨,在市镇上空纷纷飘落,铺满了所有的房顶,堵塞了房门,遮没了睡在户外的牲畜。天上落下了那么多的黄色花朵,翌日早晨,整个马孔多仿佛铺了一层密实的地毯,所以不得不用铲子和耙子为送葬队伍清除道路。

They talked about fighting cocks. They promised each other to set up a breeding farm for magnificent birds, not so much to enjoy their victories, which they would not need then, as to have something to do on the tedious Sundays of death. It was Prudencio Aguilar who cleaned him fed him and brought him splendid news of an unknown person called Aureliano who was a colonel in the war. When he was alone, José Arcadio Buendía consoled himself with the dream of the infinite rooms. He dreamed that he was getting out of bed, opening the door and going into an identical room with the same bed with a wrought-iron head, the same wicker chair, and the same small picture of the Virgin of Help on the back wall. From that room he would go into another that was just the same, the door of which would open into another that was just the same, the door of which would open into another one just the same, and then into another exactly alike, and so on to infinity. He liked to go from room to room.
As in a gallery of parallel mirrors, until Prudencio Aguilar would touch him on the shoulder. Then he would go back from room to room, walking in reverse, going back over his trail, and he would find Prudencio Aguilar in the room of reality. But one night, two weeks after they took him to his bed, Prudencio Aguilar touched his shoulder in an intermediate room and he stayed there forever, thinking that it was the real room. On the following morning úrsula was bringing him his breakfast when she saw a man coming along the hall. He was short and stocky, with a black suit on and a hat that was also black, enormous, pulled down to his taciturn eyes. "Good Lord," úrsula thought, "I could have sworn it was Melquíades." It was Cataure, Visitación's brother, who had left the house fleeing from the insomnia plague and of whom there had never been any news. Visitación asked him why he had come back, and he answered her in their solemn language:
"I have come for the exequies of the king."
Then they went into José Arcadio Buendía's room, shook him as hard as they could, shouted in his ear, put a mirror in front of his nostrils, but they could not awaken him. A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who dept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.


他俩谈到公鸡,打算一块儿建立一个繁殖场,饲养一些出色的鸟禽——不是为了拿它们的胜利来取乐,因为他俩已经不需要这种胜利了,只是为了在死人国里漫长、沉闷的星期天有点儿消遣。普鲁登希奥。 阿吉廖尔给霍。 阿。 布恩蒂亚擦擦洗洗,给他吃东西,把一个陌生人的好消息告诉他,那人叫做奥雷连诺,是战争中的一名上校。霍。 阿。 布恩蒂亚独个儿留下的时候,他就在梦中寻求安慰,梦见无穷无尽的房间。他梦见自己从床上站立起来,打开房门,走进另一个同样的房间,这里有同样的床(床头是包上铁皮的),有同样的藤椅,后墙上也有“救命女神”的小画像。从这个房间,他又走进另一个同样的房间,这个房间的门又通向另一个同样的房间,然后又是一个同样的房间,——就这样无穷无尽。
他很喜欢从一个房间走进另一个房间——很象走过两排并列镜子之间的一道长廊……随后,普鲁登希奥。阿吉廖尔摸了摸他的肩膀。于是,他逐渐醒来,从一个房间倒退到另一个房间,走完漫长的回头路,直到在真正的房间里见到普鲁登希奥·阿吉廖尔。可是霍·阿·布恩蒂亚迁到床上之后过了两个星期,有一天夜里,他在最远的一个房间里时,普鲁登希奥。阿吉廖尔摸了摸他的肩膀,他却没有往回走,永远留在那儿了,以为那个房间是真正的房间。第二天早上,乌苏娜送早饭给丈夫的时候,忽然看见一个男人沿着走廊朝她走来。这人矮壮墩实,穿一身黑呢衣服,戴一顶挺大的黑帽子,帽子拉得遮住了悲戚的眼睛。“我的天啦,”乌苏娜想道。“我能发誓,这是梅尔加德斯。”然而这是卡塔乌尔,维希塔香的弟弟,他为了躲避失限症,从这里逃走之后,一直音讯杏无。维希塔香问他为什么回来,他用本族语占庄严而响亮地说:
“我是来参加国王葬礼的。”
接着,他们走进霍·阿·布恩蒂亚的房间,开始使劲摇晃他,对着他的耳朵叫喊,把一面镜子拿到他的鼻孔前面,可是始终未能唤醒他。稍迟一些,木匠给死者量棺材尺寸时,看见窗外下起了细微的黄花雨。整整一夜,黄色的花朵象无声的暴雨,在市镇上空纷纷飘落,铺满了所有的房顶,堵塞了房门,遮没了睡在户外的牲畜。天上落下了那么多的黄色花朵,翌日早晨,整个马孔多仿佛铺了一层密实的地毯,所以不得不用铲子和耙子为送葬队伍清除道路。
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infinity [in'finiti]

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n. (时间,空间等)无限,无穷,[数]无穷大

 
tedious ['ti:diəs]

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taciturn ['tæsitə:n]

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adj. 沉默寡言的

 
enormous [i'nɔ:məs]

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carpenter ['kɑ:pintə]

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n. 木匠
v. 做木工活

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reverse [ri'və:s]

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n. 相反,背面,失败,倒档
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identical [ai'dentikəl]

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compact [kəm'pækt]

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gallery ['gæləri]

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n. 美术馆,画廊,顶层楼座,狭长的房间

 
parallel ['pærəlel]

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