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What the Waves were always saying
第十六章 海浪老是在说些什么话
Paul had never risen from his little bed. He lay there, listening to the noises in the street, quite tranquilly; not caring much how the time went, but watching it and watching everything about him withobservingeyes.
保罗一直没有从他的小床上起来过。他躺在那里，十分平静地听着街道上的喧嚣声；他不很关心时间怎么流逝，但却用他留神的眼睛注视着它，并注视着周围的一切。
When the sunbeams struck into his room through the rustling blinds, and quivered on the opposite wall like golden water, he knew that evening was coming on, and that the sky was red and beautiful. As the reflection died away, and a gloom went creeping up the wall, he watched it deepen, deepen, deepen, into night.
当阳光透过飒飒拂动的窗帘射入他的房间，像金黄色的水一样，在对面的墙上荡漾时，他知道晚间即将来临，天空红而美丽。当返照的回光渐渐消失，幽暗的暮色渐渐爬上墙壁的时候，他注视着它加深，加深，最后变成了夜间。
Then he thought how the long streets were dotted with lamps, and how the peaceful stars were shining overhead. His fancy had a strange tendency to wander to the river, which he knew was flowing through the great city; and now he thought how black it was, and how deep it would look, reflecting the hosts of stars—and more than all, how steadily it rolled away to meet the sea.
于是他想到了长长的街道上怎样到处点缀着路灯，宁静的星群怎样在上空闪耀。奇怪的是，他的想像总爱飘浮到河边，他知道河水正穿流过这座巨大的城市；现在他想到它是多么乌黑，当它映照着星群时看去是多么深邃，尤其是，它是多么一往直前、滔滔不绝地滚流进海洋里去。
As it grew later in the night, and footsteps in the street became so rare that he could hear them coming, count them as they passed, and lose them in the hollow distance, he would lie and watch the many-coloured ring about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble was, the swift and rapid river. He felt forced, sometimes, to try to stop it—to stem it with his childish hands—or choke its way with sand—and when he saw it coming on, resistless, he cried out! But a word from Florence, who wasalwaysat his side, restored him to himself;and leaning his poor head upon her breast, he told Floy of his dream, and smiled.
夜渐渐深了，街上的脚步声渐渐稀少了，他可以听见它们走近，当它们走过时可以数清它们的数目，然后听凭它们在空旷寂静的远方消失；这时候，他就躺在那里，注视着蜡烛周围五颜六色的光圈，耐心地等待着白天来临。唯一引起他不安的是那奔腾迅速、湍急的河流，有时他必须设法阻止它——用他孩子的手挡住它——或者用沙子堵住它的道路——，而当他看到它不可抗拒地继续向前奔流的时候，他就哭出来！可是经常待在他身旁的弗洛伦斯只要讲一句话就能使他恢复平静；这时他就把他可怜的脑袋倚靠在她的胸前，把他的梦境讲给她听，并且微笑着。
