When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between seven and eight o’clock and then I was in time again, hearing the watch. It was Grandfather’s and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it’s rather excruciating-ly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father’s. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. It was propped against the collar box and I lay listening to it. Hearing it, that is. I don’t suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You don’t have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn’t hear. Like Father said down the long and lonely light-rays you might see Jesus walking, like. And the good Saint Francis that said Little Sister Death, that never had a sister.
窗框的影子显现在窗帘上，时间是七点到八点之间，我又回到时间里来了，听见表在滴嗒滴嗒地响。这表是爷爷留下来的，父亲给我的时候，他说，昆丁，这只表是一切希望与欲望的陵墓，我现在把它交 给你，你靠了它，很容易掌握证明所有人类经验都是谬误的 reducto absurdum①，这些人类的所有经验对你祖父或曾祖父不见得有用，对你个人也未必有用。我把表给你，不是要让你记住时间，而是让你可以偶尔忘掉时间，不把心力全部用在征服时间上面。因为时间反正是征服不了的，他说。甚至根本没有人跟时间较量过。这个战场不过向人显示了他自己的愚蠢与失望，而胜利，也仅仅是哲人与傻子的一种幻想而已。表是支靠在放硬领的纸盒上的，我躺在床 上倾听它的滴嗒声。实际上应该说是表的声音传进我的耳朵里来。我想不见得有谁有意去听钟表的滴嗒声的。没有这样做的必要。你可以很久很久都不察觉滴嗒声，随着在下一秒钟里你又听到了那声音，使你感到虽然你方才没有听见，时间却在不间断地、永恒地、越来越有气无力地行进。就象父亲所说的那样：在长长的、孤独的光线里，你可以看见耶稣在对于地前进。还有那位好圣徒弗兰西斯②，他称死亡为他的“小妹妹”，其实他并没有妹妹。（注：①拉丁语，正确的拼法应为 reductitoad absurdum，意为：归谬法。②指弗兰西斯·德·阿昔斯（Francis di Assisi，1182－1226），意大利僧侣，他著有《咏日》，里面把“死亡”称为”小妹妹”。）
Through the wall I heard Shreve’s bed-springs and then his slippers on the floor hishing. I got up and went to the dresser and slid my hand along it and touched the watch and turned it face-down and went back to bed. But the shadow of the sash was still there and I had learned to tell almost to the minute, so I’d have to turn my back to it, feeling the eyes animals used to have in the back of their heads when it was on top, itching. It’s always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.
透过墙壁，我听到施里夫③那张床 的弹簧的格吱格吱声，接着听到他趿着拖鞋走路的沙沙声。我起床，走到梳妆台前，伸手在台面上摸索，摸到了表，把它翻过来面朝下，然后回到床 上。可是窗框的影子依然映在窗帘上，我差不多能根据影子移动的情形，说出现在是几点几分，因此我只得转过身让背对着影子，可是我感到自己象最早的动物似的，脑袋后面是长着眼睛的，当影子在我头顶上蠕动使我痒痒的时候，我总有这样的感觉。自己养成的这样一些懒惰的习惯，以后总会使你感到后悔。这是父亲说的。他还说过，基督不是在十字架上被钉死的，他是被那些小齿轮轻轻的喀嚓喀嚓声折磨死的。耶稣也没有妹妹。（注：③昆丁在哈佛大学的同学，与昆丁台往一套宿舍，是加拿大人。）
If it had been cloudy I could have looked at the window, thinking what he said about idle habits. Thinking it would be nice for them down at New London if the weather held up like this. Why shouldn’t it? The month of brides, the voice that breathed She ran right out of the mirror, out of the banked scent. Roses. Roses. Mr and Mrs Jason Richmond Compson announce the marriage of. Roses. Not virgins like dogwood, milkweed. I said I have committed incest, Father I said. Roses. Cunning and serene. If you attend Harvard one year, but don’t see the boat-race, there should be a refund. Let Jason have it. Give Jason a year at Harvard.
如果今天是陰天，我倒可以瞧着窗子，回想对于懒惰的习 性，父亲又是怎么说的。我想，如果天气一直好下去，对他们在新伦敦①的人来说倒是不错的。天气有什么理由要变呢？这是女人做新娘的好月份，那声音响彻在②她径直从镜子里跑了出来，从被围堵在一个角落里的香气中跑了出来。玫瑰包皮玫瑰。杰生·李奇蒙·康普生先生暨夫人为小女举行婚礼。③玫瑰。不是象山茱萸和马利茇那种贞洁的花木。我说，我犯了乱倫罪了④，父亲，我说。玫瑰。狡猾而又安详。如果你在哈佛念了一年，却没有见到过划船比赛，那就应该要求退还学费。让杰生去念大学。让杰生上哈佛去念一年书吧。（注：①美国康涅狄格州滨海一小城，哈佛大学与别的大学的学生的划船比赛在该处举行。②昆丁在这里联想起妹妹凯蒂结婚那天（1910年4月25日）的情景。“那声音响彻在”是英国诗人约翰，开波尔（John Keble，1792－1866）的诗歌《神圣的婚礼》中的半行，全句为：“那声音响彻在伊甸园的上空，人世间最早的一次婚礼。”③昆丁想起了他父亲寄来的宣布即将为凯蒂举行婚礼的请柬。④昆丁想起在妹妹与推销员达尔顿·艾密司有了苟且关系后，他自己去向父亲“承认”犯了乱倫罪（其实没有）的情形。）
And so as soon as I knew I couldn’t see it, I began to wonder what time it was. Father said that constant speculation regarding the position of mechanical hands on an arbitrary dial which is a symptom of mind-function. Excrement Father said like sweating. And I saying All right. Wonder. Go on and wonder.
一等我知道我看不见影子了，我又开始琢磨现在是什么时候了。父亲说过，经常猜测一片人为的刻度盘上几根机械指针的位置，这是心智有毛病的症象。父亲说，这就象出汗一样，也是一种排泄。我当时说也许是吧。心里却是怀疑的。心里一直是怀疑的。
Shreve stood in the door, putting his collar on, his glasses glinting rosily, as though he had washed them with his face. “You taking a cut this morning?”
施里夫站在门口，在穿硬领，他的眼镜上泛出了玫瑰色的光泽，好象是在洗脸时把他那红红的脸色染到眼镜上去了。“你今天早上打算旷课吗？”
“I didn’t know it was that late.” He was still looking at the watch, his mouth shaping. “I’ll have to hustle. I can’t stand another cut. The dean told me last week –” He put the watch back into his pocket. Then I quit talking.
“我不知道已经这么晚了。”他还在瞧他的表，他的嘴在嗫动。“我得快些了。再旷一次课我可不行了。上星期系主任对我说——”他把表放回到口袋里。我也就不再开口了。
“You’d better slip on your pants and run,” he said. He went out.
“你最好还是赶快穿上裤子，跑着去，”他说完，便走出去了。
“Not yet. Run along. I’ll make it.”
“还没有。你先走吧。我会赶来的。”
I got up and moved about, listening to him through the wall. He entered the sitting-room, toward the door.
我从床 上爬起来，在房间里走动着，透过墙壁听他的声音。他走进起坐室，朝门口走去。
“Is it that late?”
“这么晚了吗？”
He looked at his watch. “Bell in two minutes.”
他瞧瞧自己的表：“还有两分钟就要打铃了。”
“Aren’t you ready yet?”
“你还没有穿好？”
He went out. The door closed. His feet went down the corridor. Then I could hear the watch again. I quit moving around and went to the window and drew the curtains aside and watched them running for chapel, the same ones fighting the same heaving coat-sleeves, the same books and flapping collars flushing past like debris on a flood, and Spoade. Calling Shreve my husband. Ah let him alone, Shreve said, if he’s got better sense than to chase after the little dirty sluts, whose business. In the South you are ashamed of being a virgin. Boys. Men. They lie about it. Because it means less to women, Father said. He said it was men invented virginity not women. Father said it’s like death: only a state in which the others are left and I said, But to believe it doesn’t matter and he said, That’s what’s so sad about anything: not only virginity and I said, Why couldn’t it have been me and not her who is unvirgin and he said, That’s why that’s sad too; nothing is even worth the changing of it, and Shreve said if he’s got better sense than to chase after the little dirty sluts and I said Did you ever have a sister? Did you? Did you?
他走出去了。门关上了。走廊里传来他那越来越微弱的脚步声。这时我又能听到表的滴嗒声了。我不再走来走去，而是来到窗前，拉开窗帘，看人们急勿匆地朝小教堂①奔去，总是那些人，挣扎着把手穿进逐渐胀大的外套袖管，总是那些同样的书和飘飞的翻领向前涌去，仿佛是洪水泛滥中漂浮的破瓦碎砖，这里面还有斯波特②。他把施里夫叫作我的丈夫。啊，别理他，施里夫说，要是他光会追逐那些騷娘们，那跟我们又有什么相干。在南方，人们认为自己是童男子是桩丢脸的事。小青年也好，大男人也好。他们抓瞎吹。童贞不童贞，这对女人来说关系倒不大，这是父亲说的。③他说，童贞这个观念是男人而不是女人设想出来的。父亲说，这就跟死亡一样，仅仅是一种别人都有份的事儿，我就说了，光是相信它也是没什么意思的，他就说，世界上一切事情之所以可悲也正在于此，还不仅是童贞的问题，于是我就说，失去贞燥的为什么不能是我，而只能是她呢，于是他说，事情之所以可悲也正在于此；所有的事情，连改变它们一下都是不值得的，而施里夫说④。他不就是光会追逐那些小騷娘们吗；我就说，你自己有妹妹没有？你有没有？你有没有？（注：①哈佛大学原来是为培养牧师而设立的学府，宜至二十世纪初，宗教气氛仍然十分浓厚，学生每天上课前均需去小教堂作一简短的礼拜仪式。②昆丁的同学。昆丁看见了他，想起了有一次与他吵架的事。③昆丁想起他向父亲“承认”自己有罪那次，父亲跟他说的话。④又回想到与斯波特吵架那一幕，现在是施里夫在劝昆丁不要为斯波特的自我夸耀生气。）
A sparrow slanted across the sunlight, onto the window ledge, and cocked his head at me. His eye was round and bright. First he’d watch me with one eye, then flick! and it would be the other one, his throat pumping faster than any pulse. The hour began to strike. The sparrow quit swapping eyes and watched me steadily with the same one until the chimes ceased, as if he were listening too. Then he flicked off the ledge and was gone.
一只麻雀斜掠过陽光，停在窗台上，歪着脑袋看我。它的眼睛圆圆的，很亮。它起先用一只眼睛瞧我，接着头一扭，又用另一只眼睛来看。它的脖子一抽一抽，比人的脉搏跳动得还快。大钟开始打点了。麻雀不再转动脑袋换眼睛来看，而是一直用同一只眼睛盯着我，直到钟声不再鸣响，仿佛它也在听似的。接着它倏地离开窗台，飞走了。
Spoade was in the middle of them like a terrapin in a street full of scuttering dead leaves, his collar about his ears, moving at his customary unhurried walk. He was from South Carolina, a senior. It was his club’s boast that he never ran for chapel and had never got there on time and had never been absent in four years and had never made either chapel or first lecture with a shirt on his back and socks on his feet. About ten o’clock he’d come in Thompson’s, get two cups of coffee, sit down and take his socks out of his pocket and remove his shoes and put them on while the coffee cooled. About noon you’d see him with a shirt and collar on, like anybody else. The others passed him running, but he never increased his pace at all. After a while the quad was empty.
斯波特在人群中间，就象是满街飞舞的枯叶中的一只鸟龟。他的领子竖起在耳朵旁。他和往常一样迈着不慌不忙的步子。他是南卡罗来纳州人，是个四年级生。他爱在俱乐部里吹牛，说他第一从不跑着去小教堂，第二上教堂没有一次是准时的，第三四年来他没少去一次教堂，第四是不论上教堂还是上第一节课，他身上都是不穿衬衫，脚上不穿袜子的。到十点钟光景，他一定会上汤普生咖啡馆去要两杯咖啡，坐下来，从口袋里掏出袜子，脱掉皮鞋，一面等咖啡凉一面穿袜子。到中午，你就可以看到他和大伙儿一样，是穿着衬衫和袜子的了。别人都小跑着经过他的身边，他却一点也不加快步子。过了片刻，四方院子里一个人影也没有了。
It was a while before the last stroke ceased vibrating. It stayed in the air, more felt than heard, for a long time. Like all the bells that ever rang still ringing in the long dying light-rays and Jesus and Saint Francis talking about his sister. Because if it were just to hell; if that were all of it. Finished. If things just finished themselves. Nobody else there but her and me. If we could just have done something so dreadful that they would have fled hell except us. I have committed incest I said Father it was I it was not Dalton Ames And when he put Dalton Ames. Dalton Ames. Dalton Ames. When he put the pistol in my hand I didn’t. That’s why I didn’t. He would be there and she would and I would. Dalton Ames. Dalton Ames. Dalton Ames. If we could have just done something so dreadful and Father said That’s sad too people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today and I said, You can shirk all things and he said, Ah can you. And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand. Until on the Day when He says Rise only the flat-iron would come floating up. It’s not when you realise that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it’s when you realise that you don’t need any aid. Dalton Ames. Dalton Ames. Dalton Ames. If I could have been his mother lying with open body lifted laughing, holding his father with my hand refraining, seeing, watching him die before he lived. One minute she was standing in the door
过了一会儿，那最后一声的颤音才停息下来。袅袅余音在空中回荡了很久，与其说是你听到的还不如说是感觉出来的。就象在落日斜斜的光线中耶稣和圣法兰西斯谈论他的妹妹时曾经响过而现在还在响的所有钟声一样。因为如果仅仅是下地狱？如果事情仅仅如此。事情就到此为止。如果事情到这里就自行结束。地狱里，除了她和我，再也没有别人。如果我们真的干出件非常可怕的事就能让人们逃之夭夭，光剩下我们俩在地狱里。我犯了乱倫罪我说父亲啊是我干的不是达尔顿·艾密司当他把槍放达尔顿·艾密司。达尔顿·艾密司。达尔顿·艾密司。当他把槍放在我手里时我并没有。我之所以没有是因为他会下地狱的她也会去我也会去的。达尔顿·艾密司。达尔顿·艾密司。达尔顿·艾密司。如果我们能干出件非常可怕的事于是父亲说那也是很可悲的，人们是做不出这样可怕的事来的他们根本做不出什么极端可怕的事来的今天认为是可怕的事到明天他们甚至都记不起来了于是我说，你可以逃避一切于是他说，啊你能吗。于是我就会低下头去看到我那副淙淙作响的骨骼，深深的河水象风儿一样吹拂着、象是一层用风构成的屋顶，很久以后人们甚至都无法在荒凉、无暇的沙地上把骨头分辨出来了。一直到那一天他说起来吧①但是只有铁熨斗才会浮起来。问题还不在你明白了没有什么能够帮助你——宗教啦、自尊心啦，别的等等——问题是你明白你并不需要任何帮助。达尔顿·艾密司。达尔顿·文密司。达尔顿·艾密司。但愿我是他的母亲摊手摊脚地躺着一面笑着一面抬起身子，用我的手拉住他的父亲，我观察着，看着他还未变成生命便死去。她一时站在门口②。（注：①据《圣经·约翰福音》第十一章第四十二节，耶稣曾使死人复活。昆丁在这里先想到妹妹凯蒂与达尔顿·艾密司发生不正常的关系，又想到他去与艾密司打架，艾密司把槍交 给他让他开槍，他不敢开。接着又想起自己去向父亲“承认”犯了乱倫罪。最后又想到自杀，并想到自杀后自己的骨头沉在河底的情形。②昆丁脑子里浮现出凯蒂失身 那天站在厨房门口的形象。）
I went to the dresser and took up the watch, with the face still down. I tapped the crystal on the corner of the dresser and caught the fragments of glass in my hand and put them into the ashtray and twisted the hands off and put them in the tray. The watch ticked on. I turned the face up, the blank dial with little wheels clicking and clicking behind it, not knowing any better. Jesus walking on Galilee and Washington not telling lies. Father brought back a watch-charm from the Saint Louis Fair to Jason: a tiny opera glass into which you squinted with one eye and saw a skyscraper, a ferris wheel all spidery, Niagara Falls on a pinhead. There was a red smear on the dial. When I saw it my thumb began to smart. I put the watch down and went into Shreve’s room and got the iodine and painted the cut. I cleaned the rest of the glass out of the rim with a towel.
我来到梳妆台前拿起那只表面朝下的表。我把玻璃蒙子往台角上一磕，用手把碎玻璃渣接住，把它们放在烟灰缸里，把表针拧下来也扔进了烟灰缸③。表还在滴嗒滴嗒地走。我把表翻过来，空白表面后面那些小齿轮还在卡嚓卡嚓地转，不知道发生了什么变化。耶稣在加利利海海面上行走④，华盛顿从来不说谎⑤。父亲从圣路易博览会给杰生买回来过一只表链上挂的小玩意儿，那是一副小观剧镜，你眯起一只眼睛往里瞧，可以看见一座摩天楼，一架细如蛛丝的游戏转轮，还有针尖大的尼亚加拉瀑布。表面上有一滩红迹。我一看到它，我的大拇指才开始觉得刺痛。我放下表，走进施里夫的房间，在伤口上抹了点碘酒。我用毛巾把表壳内缘的玻璃碎屑清了出来。（注：③昆丁对时间特别敏感，但不想感觉到时间的存在，所以把表砸了。④见《圣经·马太福音》第十四章第二十五节。⑤美国民间流传关于乔治·华盛顿小时候的故事，说他从不说谎，宁愿受父亲责罚也要向父亲承认是自己砍了家里的樱桃树。）
I laid out two suits of underwear, with socks, shirts, collars and ties, and packed my trunk. I put in everything except my new suit and an old one and two pairs of shoes and two hats, and my books. I carried the books into the sitting-room and stacked them on the table, the ones I had brought from home and the ones Father said it used to be a gentleman was known by his books; nowadays he is known by the ones he has not returned and locked the trunk and addressed it. The quarter hour sounded. I stopped and listened to it until the chimes ceased.
我取出两套换洗的内衣 裤，又拿了袜子、衬衫、硬领和领带，放进皮箱。除了一套新西服、一套旧西服、两双皮鞋、两顶帽子还有我那些书以外，我把我所有的东西都装进了箱子。我把书报到起坐室，把它们掇在桌子上，这里面有我从家里带来的书也有父亲说从前人们根据一个人的藏书来判断他是不是上等人；今天，人们根据他借了哪些书不还来判断接着我锁上箱子，在上面写上地址①。这时响起了报刻的钟声。我停下手里的活儿侧耳倾听，直到钟声消失。（注：①昆丁准备自杀。他把东西装进箱子，以便让别人以后带给他的家人。）
I bathed and shaved. The water made my finger smart a little, so I painted it again. I put on my new suit and put my watch on and packed the other suit and the accessories and my razor and brushes in my hand bag, and folded the trunk key into a sheet of paper and put it in an envelope and addressed it to Father, and wrote the two notes and sealed them.
我洗了个澡，刮了胡 子。水使我的手指又有些刺痛，因此我重新涂了些碘酒，我穿上那套新西服，把表放进衣袋，把另外那套西服、袖钮等杂物以及剃刀、牙刷等等放进我的手提包皮。我用一张纸把皮箱钥匙包皮上，放进一只信封，外面写上父亲的地址。我写了两张简短的字条，把它们分别封进信封。
The shadow hadn’t quite cleared the stoop. I stopped inside the door, watching the shadow move. It moved almost perceptibly, creeping back inside the door, driving the shadow back into the door. Only she was running already when I heard it. In the mirror she was running before I knew what it was. That quick her train caught up over her arm she ran out of the mirror like a cloud, her veil swirling in long glints her heels brittle and fast clutching her dress onto her shoulder with the other hand, running out of the mirror the smells roses roses the voice that breathed o’er Eden. Then she was across the porch I couldn’t hear her heels then in the moonlight like a cloud, the floating shadow of the veil running across the grass, into the bellowing. She ran out of her dress, clutching her bridal, running into the bellowing where T. P. in the dew Whooey Sassprilluh Benjy under the box bellowing. Father had a V-shaped silver cuirass on his running chest
陰影还没有完全从门前的台阶上消失。我在门里边停住脚步，观察着陰影的移动。它以几乎察觉不出的速度移动着，一点点爬进门口，把陰影逼口到门里边来。只不过等我听到时她已经在奔跑了①。在镜子里只见她一溜烟地跑了过去，我简直莫名其妙。跑得真快，她的裙裾卷住在手臂上，她象一朵花似地飞出镜子，她那长长的百纱打着旋曳在后百泛山了白光她的鞋跟咯嗒嗒地发出清脆的响声一只手紧紧地把新娘礼服攥在胸前，一溜烟地跑出了镜子玫瑰玫瑰的香味那声音响彻在伊甸园的上空。接着她跑下门廊我就再也听不见她的鞋跟响然后在月光底下她象是一朵云彩，那团 面纱泛出的白光在草地上飘过，一直朝吼叫声跑去。她狂奔，衣服都拖在后面，她擦紧她的新婚礼服，一直朝吼叫声跑去、在那儿，T．P．在露水里大声说沙示水真好喝班吉却在木箱下大声吼叫。父亲在他流汗的胸前穿了一副V字形的银护胸②。（注：①昆丁脑子里浮现出凯蒂结婚那天的情景。班吉本能地感觉到凯蒂即将离开他，便在门外木箱下大声吼叫起来。挚爱班吉的凯蒂听到后不顾一切地朝班吉奔去安慰他。②意思是：穿着大礼眼与白硬衬衣的父亲也气喘吁吁地跟着跑到了班吉眼前。）
Shreve said, “Well, you didn’t… Is it a wedding or a wake?”
施里夫说①，“怎么，你还没有……你这是去参加婚礼呢还是去守灵？”（注：①回到“现在”，施里夫从小教堂回来了。）
“Not with all that primping. What’s the matter? You think this was Sunday?”
“你穿得这么整齐当然来不及了。这是怎么回事？你以为今天是星期天吗？”
“I couldn’t make it,” I said.
“我刚才起不来，”我说。
“I reckon the police won’t get me for wearing my new suit one time,” I said.
“我想，不见得因为我穿了一次新衣服，警察就会把我逮起来吧。”我说。
“I’m going to eat first.” The shadow on the stoop was gone. I stepped into sunlight, finding my shadow again. I walked down the steps just ahead of it. The half hour went. Then the chimes ceased and died away.
“我先得去吃点东西。”门口台阶上的陰影已经不见了。我走到陽光下，又找到自己的影子了，我赶在我影子的紧前头，走下一级级台阶。报半小时的钟声打响了。接着钟声不再响了，在空中消失了。
Deacon wasn’t at the postoffice either. I stamped the two envelopes and mailed the one to Father and put Shreve’s in my inside pocket, and then I remembered where I had last seen the Deacon. It was on Decoration Day, in a G. A. R. uniform, in the middle of the parade. If you waited long enough on any corner you would see him in whatever parade came along. The one before was on Columbus’ or Garibaldi’s or somebody’s birthday. He was in the Street Sweepers’ section, in a stovepipe hat, carrying a two inch Italian flag, smoking a cigar among the brooms and scoops. But the last time was the G. A. R. one, because Shreve said:
“执事”①也不在邮局小我在两个信封上都贴了邮票，把给我父亲的那封扔进邮箱，给施里夫的那封揣进衣服里面的口袋，这时候我想起我上一次是在哪儿见到执事的了。那是在阵亡将士纪念日②，他穿了一套C·A·R③的制眼，走在游行队伍里。如果你有耐心在任何一个街角多等些时候，你总会见到他出现在这个或那个游行队伍里。再前一次是在哥伦布或是加里波蒂或是某某人诞辰的那一天。他走在“清道夫”的行列里，戴着一顶烟囱似的大礼帽，拿着一面两英寸长的意大利国旗，抽着一支雪茄。在他周围都是一把把竖起的扫帚和铲子。不过，最后的一次游行肯定是穿着C·A·R·制服 的那次，因为施里夫当时说。（注：①一个老黑人，他经常替哈佛学生办些杂事。昆丁在宿舍里留下的衣物是打算送给他的。②每年的5月30日，为美国的法定节日。③C·A·R·——“共和国大军”，内战时期对北军的称呼。）
“I was thinking about the Square students. They’ll think you go to Harvard. Have you got too proud to at tend classes too?”
“你说到哪儿去了，我指的是老在学校广场上溜达的那些学生①。你是不是也变得自高自大，都不愿去上课了？”（注：①指波士顿，哈佛大学在离波上顿三英里的坎布里奇。）
“Yes,” I said. “Now he can spend day after day marching in parades. If it hadn’t been for my grandfather, he’d have to work like white folks.”
“是啊，”我说，“因此他现在才可以一天接连一天地游行啦。要不是我爷爷，他还得象白人那样苦苦干活呢。”
“There now. Just look at what your grandpa did to that poor old nigger.”
“嘿，瞧那老黑鬼，瞧你爷爷当初是怎样虐待黑奴的。”
When I finished breakfast I bought a cigar. The girl said a fifty cent one was the best, so I took one and lit it and went out to the street. I stood there and took a couple of puffs, then I held it in my hand and went on toward the corner. I passed a jeweller’s window, but I looked away in time. At the corner two bootblacks caught me, one on either side, shrill and raucous, like blackbirds. I gave the cigar to one of them, and the other one a nickel. Then they let me alone. The one with the cigar was trying to sell it to the other for the nickel.
吃完早饭，我买了一支雪茄。柜台上的姑娘说五角钱一支的那种最好，我就买了支五角的，我点着了烟来到街上。我停住脚步，一连吸了几口烟，接着我把烟拿在手里，继续向街角走去。我经过一家珠宝钟表店，可是我及时地把脸转了开去，到了街角，两个擦皮鞋的跟我纠缠不清，一边一个，叽叽喳喳，象乌鸦一样，我把雪茄给了其中的一个，给了另一个一只五分的镍币。他们就放过了我。拿到雪茄的那个要把它卖给另外的那个，想要那个镍市。
I didn’t see him anywhere. But I never knew even a working nigger that you could find when you wanted him, let alone one that lived off the fat of the land. A car came along. I went over to town and went to Parker’s and had a good breakfast. While I was eating I heard a clock strike the hour. But then I suppose it takes at least one hour to lose time in, who has been longer than history getting into the mechanical progression of it.
我在哪儿都没有见到他。不过，即使是一个正正经经干活的黑人，也从来不会在你想找他的时候找到他的，更不要说是一个揩国家油吃闲饭的黑人了。一辆电车开了过来。我乘车进城。来到“派克饭店”，吃了一顿丰盛的早饭。就在我吃饭时我听到钟敲响了。不过我想一个人至少得过一个钟点才会搞不清楚现在是几点钟，人类进入机械计时的进程比历史本身还要长呢。
He flipped it over in his hand. “I should say you have. You must have stepped on it.”
他把表在手里翻了个个儿。“敢情。你准是把它踩了一脚。”
The place was full of ticking, like crickets in September grass, and I could hear a big clock on the wall above his head. He looked up, his eye big and blurred and rushing beyond the glass. I took mine out and handed it to him.
店里充满了各种各样的啼踏声，就象九月草地里的一片蛐蛐儿的鸣叫声，我能分辨出他脑袋后面墙上挂着的一只大钟的声音。他抬起头来，他那只眼睛显得又大又模糊，简直要从镜片里冲出来。我把我的表拿出来递给他。
There was a clock, high up in the sun, and I thought about how, when you don’t want to do a thing, your body will try to trick you into doing it, sort of unawares. I could feel the muscles in the back of my neck, and then I could hear my watch ticking away in my pocket and after a while I had all the other sounds shut away, leaving only the watch in my pocket. I turned back up the street, to the window. He was working at the table behind the window. He was going bald. There was a glass in his eye — a metal tube screwed into his face. I went in.
天上有一只时钟，高高的在太陽那儿。我想到了不知怎么的当你不愿意做某件事时，你的身体却会乘你不备，哄骗你去做。我能觉出我后脖颈上肌肉在牵动，接着我又听到那只表在我口袋里发出的嘀嗒声了，片刻之后，我把所有的声音都排除掉，只剩下我口袋里那只表的嘀嗒声。我转过身来往回走，来到那个橱窗前。钟表店老板伏在橱窗里一张桌子上修表。他的头有些秃了。他一只眼睛上戴着一个放大镜——那是嵌在他眼眶里的一只金属筒。我走进店堂。
“Yes, sir. I knocked it off the dresser and stepped on it in the dark. It’s still running though.”
“是的，老板。我把它从梳妆台上碰落在地上，在黑暗里又一脚踩了上去。不过它倒还在走。”
He pried the back open and squinted into it. “Seems to be all right. I can’t tell until I go over it, though. I’ll go into it this afternoon.”
他撬开表背后的盖子，眯起眼睛朝里面看。“象是没什么大毛病。不过不彻底检查不敢说到底怎么样，我下午好好给你看看。”
“I broke my watch.”
“我把我的表弄坏了。”
“I’ll bring it back later,” I said. “Would you mind telling me if any of those watches in the window are right?”
“我待会儿再拿来修吧；”我说。角叁不能请你告诉我橱窗里那些表中有没有走得准的？”
“I made a bet with a fellow,” I said. “And I forgot my glasses this morning.”
“我和一位老兄打了个赌，”我说，“可是我今天早上忘了带眼镜。”
He held my watch on his palm and looked up at me with his blurred rushing eye.
他把我的表放在手掌上，抬起头来用他那只模糊的、简直要冲出来的眼睛瞅着我。
“Why, all right,” he said. He laid the watch down and half rose on his stool and looked over the barrier. Then he glanced up at the wall. “It’s twen –“
“那好吧，”他说。他放下表，从凳子上欠起半个身子越过栏杆朝橱窗里看去。接着又抬起头来看看墙上。“现在是二十分——”
“No, sir. This is just a private celebration. Birthday. Are any of them right?”
“不是为划船的亭。只不过是一个私人的庆祝活动。生日。有准的没有？”
“Don’t tell me,” I said, “please sir. Just tell me if any of them are right.”
“别告诉我，”我说，“对不起，老板。只要告诉我有没有准的就行了。”
He looked at me again. He sat back on the stool and pushed the glass up onto his forehead. It left a red circle around his eye and when it was gone his whole face looked naked. “What’re you celebrating today?” he said. “That boat race ain’t until next week, is it?”
他又抬起头来瞅瞅我。他坐回到凳子上，把放大镜推到脑门上。放大镜在他眼睛四周印上了一个红圈，推上去后，他的脸显得光秃秃的。“你们今天搞什么庆祝活动？”他说，“划船比赛不是要到下星期才举行吗？”
“No, sir. I don’t need a watch. We have a clock in our sitting room. I’ll have this one fixed when I do.” I reached my hand.
“不，老板。我不需要表。我们起坐室里有一只钟。等我需要时我再把这只表修一修吧。”我把手伸了出去。
“No. But they haven’t been regulated and set yet. If you’re thinking of buying one of them –“
“没有。它们都还没有校正过，没有对过时间呢。如果你想买一块的话——”
“I’ll bring it back later.” He gave me the watch. I put it in my pocket. I couldn’t hear it now, above all the others. “I’m much obliged to you. I hope I haven’t taken up your time.”
“我以后再来吧。”他把表递给了我。我把它放进口袋。现在，我没法透过一片纷乱的嘀嗒声听见它的声音了。“太麻烦你了。我希望没有糟蹋你大多的时间。”
“That’s all right. Bring it in when you are ready. And you better put off this celebration until after we win that boat race.”
“没有关系。你什么时候想拿来就什么时候拿来好了。我说，筹咱们哈佛赢了划船比赛以后再庆祝不是更好吗。”
“Yes, sir. I reckon I had.”
“是的，老板。恐怕还是等一等的好。”
And so I told myself to take that one. Because Father said clocks slay time. He said time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. The hands were extended, slightly off the horizontal at a faint angle, like a gull tilting into the wind. Holding all I used to be sorry about like the new moon holding water, niggers say. The jeweller was working again, bent over his bench, the tube funnelled into his face. His hair was parted in the center. The part ran up into the bald spot, like a drained marsh in December.
因此我对自己说就按那一只钟的时间吧。园为父亲说过，钟表杀死时间。他说，只要那些小齿轮在卡嚓卡嚓地转，时间便是死的；只有钟表停下来时，时间才会活过来。两只指针水平向地张开着，微微形成一个角度①，就象一只迎风侧飞的海鸥。我一肚子都是几年来郁积的苦水，就象黑鬼们所说的月牙儿里盛满了水一样。钟表店老板又在于活了，他怄身在工作台上，放大镜的圆筒深深地嵌在他的脸上。他的头发打中间分开梳一中间那条纹路直通光秃的头顶，那地方象一片十二月排干了水的沼泽地。（注：①昆丁大概是在选择他自杀的时间。他选中的那只钟“两只指针水平向地张开着”，也就是说，是指在2：49或9：17上。）
I went out, shutting the door upon the ticking. I looked back into the window. He was watching me across the barrier. There were about a dozen watches in the window, a dozen different hours and each with the same assertive and contradictory assurance that mine had, without any hands at all. Contradicting one another. I could hear mine, ticking away inside my pocket, even though nobody could see it, even though it could tell nothing if anyone could.
我走出去，带上门，把嘀嗒声关在屋里。我回过头朝橱窗里看看。他正越过栏杆在观察我。橱窗里有十几只表，没有一只时间是相同的，每一只都和我那只没有指针的表一样，以为只有自己准，别的都靠不住。每一只表都和别的不一样。我可以听到我那只表在口袋里发出嘀嗒声，虽然谁也看不到它，虽然它已经不能再说明时间了，不过谁又能说明时间呢？
“Better leave it now.”
“现在放在这儿得了。”
I saw the hardware store from across the street. I didn’t know you bought flat-irons by the pound.
我看见马路对面有一家五金店。我以前还不知道熨斗是论磅买的呢。
“Maybe you want a tailor’s goose,” the clerk said. “They weigh ten pounds.” Only they were bigger than I thought. So I got two six-pound little ones, because they would look like a pair of shoes wrapped up. They felt heavy enough together, but I thought again how Father had said about the reducto absurdum of human experience, thinking how the only opportunity I seemed to have for the application of Harvard. Maybe by next year; thinking maybe it takes two years in school to learn to do that properly.
那伙什说：“这些是十磅重的。”不过它们比我想要的显得大了些。因此我买了两只六磅的小熨斗，因为用纸一包皮可以冒充是一双皮鞋。把它们一起拿是够沉的，不过我又想起了父亲所说的人类经验的 redueto absurdum 了，想起了我当初差一点进不了哈佛。也许要到明年才行，我想也许要在学校里果上两年才能学会恰当地干成这种事①。（注：①指自杀。）
But they felt heavy enough in the air. A car came. I got on. I didn’t see the placard on the front. It was full, mostly prosperous looking people reading newspapers. The only a empty seat was beside a nigger. He wore a derby and shined shoes and he was holding a dead cigar stub. I used to think that a Southerner had to be always conscious of niggers. I thought that Northerners would expect him to. When I first came East I kept thinking You’ve got to remember to think of them as colored people not niggers, and if it hadn’t happened that I wasn’t thrown with many of them, I’d have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone. That was when I realised that a Digger is not a person so much as a form of behavior; a sort of obverse reflection of the white people he lives among. But I thought at first that I ought to miss having a lot of them around me because I thought that Northerners thought I did, but I didn’t know that I really had missed Roskus and Dilsey and them until that morning in Virginia. The train was stopped when I waked and I raised the shade and looked out. The car was blocking a road crossing, where two white fences came down a hill and then sprayed outward and downward like part of the skeleton of a horn, and there was a nigger on a mule in the middle of the stiff ruts, waiting for the train to move. How long he had been there I didn’t know, but he sat straddle of the mule, his head wrapped in a piece of blanket, as if they had been built there with the fence and the road, or with the hill, carved out of the hill itself, like a sign put there saying You are home again. He didn’t have a saddle and his feet dangled almost to the ground. The mule looked like a rabbit. I raised the window.
不过，把它们托在空中反正是够重的。一辆有轨电车开过来。我跳了上去。我没看见车头上的牌子。电车里人坐满了，大抵是些看上去有点钱的人，他们在看报，只有一个空座位，那是在一个黑鬼的旁边。他戴了顶圆顶礼帽，皮鞋银亮，手里夹着半截灭了火的雪茄。我过去总认为一个南方人是应该时时刻刻意识到黑鬼的存在的。我以为北方人是希望他能这样的。我刚到东部那会儿总不断提醒自己：你可别忘了他们是“有色人种”而不是黑鬼，要不是我碰巧和那么多黑孩子打过交 道，我就得花好多时间与精力才能体会到，对所有的人，不管他们是黑人还是白人，最好的办法就是按他们对自己的看法来看待他们，完了就别管他们。我早就知道，黑鬼与其说是人，还不如说是一种行为方式，是他周围的自人的一种对应面。可是最初我以为没有了这么多黑人围在我身边我是会感到若有所失的，因为我揣摩北方人该认为我会这样的，可是直到那天早上在弗吉尼亚州，我才明白我的确是想念罗斯库司、迪尔西和别的人的。那天我醒来时火车是停着的，我撩起窗帘朝外张望。我在的那节车厢恰好挡在一个道口上。两行白木栅栏从小山上伸展下来，抵达道口，然后象牛角一样叉开，向山下伸去。在硬硬的车辙印当中，有个黑人骑在骡子背上，等火车开走。我不知道他在那儿等了有多久，但他劈开腿儿骑在骡背上，头上裹着一片毯子，仿佛他和骡子，跟栅栏和公路一样，都是生就在这儿的，也和小山一样，仿佛就是从这小山上给雕刻出来的，象是人家在山腰上设置的一块欢迎牌：“你又回到老家了”。老黑人没有鞍，两只脚几乎垂到了地上，那只骡子简直象只兔子。我把窗子推了上去。
“Hey, Uncle,” I said. “Is this the way?”
“喂，大叔，”我说，“懂不应规矩？”
“I’ll let you off this time.” I dragged my pants out of the little hammock and got a quarter out. “But look out next time. I’ll be coming back through here two days after New Year, and look out then.” I threw the quarter out the window. “Buy yourself some Santy Claus.”
“我饶了你这一回。”我把狭窄的吊床 上的裤子拖过来，摸出一只两角五分的硬币。“下回给我当心点。新年后两天我回来时要经过这里，你可要注意了。”我把硬币扔出窗子。“给你自己买点圣诞老公公的礼物吧。”①（注：①美国南方有这样的习 俗：圣诞节期间，谁先向对方喊“圣诞礼物”，对方就算输了，应该给他礼物——当然不一定真给。昆丁回家过圣诞节，经过弗吉尼亚州，觉得回到了南方，心里一高兴，便和老黑人开这样的玩笑。这也是前面所说的他“想念”黑人的一种表现。）
“Suh?” He looked at me, then he loosened the blanket and lifted it away from his ear.
“啥呀，先生？”他瞅了瞅我，接着把毯子松开，从耳边拉开去。
“Yes, suh,” he said. He got down and picked up the quarter and rubbed it on his leg. “Thanky, young master. Thanky.” Then the train began to move. I leaned out the window, into the cold air, looking back. He stood there beside the gaunt rabbit of a mule, the two of them shabby and motionless and unimpatient. The train swung around the curve, the engine puffing with short, heavy blasts, and they passed smoothly from sight that way, with that quality about them of shabby and timeless patience, of static serenity: that blending of childlike and ready incompetence and paradoxical reliability that tends and protects them it loves out of all reason and robs them steadily and evades responsibility and obligations by means too barefaced to be called subterfuge even and is taken in theft or evasion with only that frank and spontaneous admiration for the victor which a gentleman feels for anyone who beats him in a fair contest, and withal a fond and unflagging tolerance for whitefolks’ vagaries like that of a grandparent for unpredictable and troublesome children, which I had forgotten. And all that day, while the train wound through rushing gaps and along ledges where movement was only a laboring sound of the exhaust and groaning wheels and the eternal mountains stood fading into the thick sky, I thought of home, of the bleak station and the mud and the niggers and country folks thronging slowly about the square, with toy monkeys and wagons and candy in sacks and roman candles sticking out, and my insides would move like they used to do in school when the bell rang.
“是的，先生，”他说。他爬下骡子，拣起硬币，在自己裤腿上蹭了蹭。“谢谢啦，少爷，谢谢您啦。”这时火车开始移动了。我把身子探出窗子，伸到寒冷的空气中，扭过头去看看。他站在那头瘦小得象兔子一样的骡子旁，人和畜生都那么可怜巴巴、一动不动、很有耐心。列车拐弯了，机车喷发出几下短促的、重重的爆裂声，他和骡子就那样平稳地离开了视域，还是那么可怜巴巴，那么有永恒的耐心，那么死一般的肃穆：他们身上既有幼稚的随时可见的笨拙的成分也有与之矛盾的稳妥可靠的成分这两种成分照顾着他们保护着他们不可理喻地爱着他们却又不断地掠夺他们并规避了责任与义务用的手法太露骨简直不能称之为狡诡他们被掠夺被欺骗却对胜利者怀着坦率而自发的钦佩一个绅士对于任何一个在一场公正的竞赛中赢了他的人都会有这种感情，此外他们对自人的怪僻行为又以一种溺爱而耐心到极点的态度加以容忍祖父母对于不定什么时候发作的淘气的小孙孙都是这样慈爱的，这种感情我已经淡忘了。整整一天，火车弯弯曲曲地穿过迎面而来的山口，沿着山岩行驶，这时候，你已经不觉得车子在前进，只听得排气管和车轮在发出吃力的呻吟声，永无穷尽的耸立着的山峦逐渐与陰迢的天空融为一体，此时此刻，我不由得想起家里，想起那荒凉的小车站和泥泞的路还有那些在广场上不慌不忙地挤过来挤过去的黑人和乡下人，他们背着一袋袋玩具猴子、玩具车子和糖果，还有一支支从口袋里杵出来的焰火筒，这时候，我肚子里就会有一种异样的蠕动，就象在学校里听到打钟时那样。
“Sho comin, boss. You done caught me, ain’t you.”
“噢，真格的，老板。您算是抢在我头里了。是不？”
“Christmas gift!” I said.
“圣诞礼物呀！”我说。
I wouldn’t begin counting until the clock struck three. Then I would begin, counting to sixty and folding down one finger and thinking of the other fourteen fingers waiting to be folded down, or thirteen or twelve or eight or seven, until all of a sudden I’d realise silence and the unwinking minds, and I’d say “Ma’am?” “Your name is Quentin, isn’t it?” Miss Laura would say. Then more silence and the cruel unwinking minds and hands jerking into the silence. “Tell Quentin who discovered the Mississippi River, Henry.” “DeSoto.” Then the minds would go away, and after a while I’d be afraid I had gotten behind and I’d count fast and fold down another finger, then I’d be afraid I was going too fast and I’d slow up, then I’d get afraid and count fast again. So I never could come out even with the bell, and the released surging of feet moving already, feeling earth in the scuffed floor, and the day like a pane of glass struck a light, sharp blow, and my insides would move, sitting still. Moving sitting still. My bowels moved for thee. One minute she was standing in the door. Benjy. Bellowing. Benjamin the child of mine old age bellowing. Caddy! Caddy!
我要等钟敲了三下之后再开始数数①。到了那时候，我方开始数数，数到六十便弯起一只手指，一面数一面想还有十四只手指要弯，然后是十三只、十二只，再就是八只、七只，直到突然之间我领悟到周围是一片寂静，所有人的思想全不敢走神，我在说：“什么，老师？”“你的名字是昆丁，是不是？”洛拉小姐②说。接下去是更厉害的屏气止息，所有人的思想都不敢开小差，叫人怪难受的，在寂静中手都要痉挛起来。“亨利，你告诉昆丁是谁发现密西西比河的，伯索托③。”接着大家的思想松弛下来了，过了一会，我担心自己数得太慢，便加快速度，又弯下一只手指，接着又怕速度太快，便把速度放慢，然后又担心慢了，再次加快。这样，我总设法做到刚好在钟声报刻时数完，那儿十只获得自由 的脚已经在移动，已经急不可耐地在磨损的地板上擦来擦去，那一天就象一块窗玻璃受到了轻轻的、清脆的一击，我肚子里在蠕动。我坐在那里一动不动。坐着一动不动，扭来扭去。④她一时站在门口。班吉。大声吼叫着。⑤班吉明我晚年所生的小儿子⑥在吼叫。凯蒂、凯蒂！（注：①昆丁想起自己小时候等下课时用弯手指来计算时间的事。②昆丁在杰弗生上小学时的教师。③埃尔南多·德索托（HernandoDeSoto，1500？－1542），西班牙探险家。④昆丁想起几年前他在老家和一个名叫娜塔丽的少女一起玩耍的情景。⑤又想起他妹妹凯蒂失身 那天的情景。⑥这是康普生太太给小儿子换名字时所说的话。）
He smell what you tell him when he want to. Don’t have to listen nor talk.
只要他高兴你跟他说什么他就能用具子闻出来。他不用听也不用讲。⑧（注：⑧昆丁又想起100年给班吉改名那一天的事。）
Can he smell that new name they give him? Can he smell bad luck?
他能闻出人家给他起的新名字吗？他能闻出坏运气吗？
I’m going to run away. He began to cry she went and touched him. Hush. I’m not going to. Hush. He hushed. Dilsey.
我打算拔腿跑开。⑦他哭了起来于是她走过去摸了摸他。别哭了。我不走。别哭了。他真的不哭了。迪尔西。（注：⑦昆丁想起1898年祖母去世那晚的事。在回大房子时，班吉哭了，凯蒂安慰他。）
What they change his name for then if ain’t trying to help his luck?
如果对他的命运没有好处，他们又何必给他改名呢？
The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s heads passing beneath new straw hats not yet unbleached. There were women in the car now, with market baskets, and men in work-clothes were beginning to outnumber the shined shoes and collars.
电车停下了，启动了，又停了下来。⑨我看到车窗外许多人头在攒动，人们戴的草帽还很新，尚未泛黄。电车里现在也有几个女人了，带着上街买东西用的篮子。穿工作服的男人员开始多于皮鞋捏亮戴着硬领的人了。（注：⑨回到“当前”。）
What he want to worry about luck for? Luck can’t do him no hurt.
他何必去操心运气好还是坏呢？运气再也不能让他命运更坏了。
The nigger touched my knee. “Pardon me,” he said. I swung my legs out and let him pass. We were going beside a blank wall, the sound clattering back into the car, at the women with market baskets on their knees and a man in a stained hat with a pipe stuck in the band. I could smell water, and in a break in the wall I saw a glint of water and two masts, and a gull motionless in midair, like on an invisible wire between the masts, and I raised my hand and through my coat touched the letters I had written. When the car stopped I got off.
那黑人逝碰我的膝盖。“借光，”他说，我把腿向外移了移让他过去。我们正沿着一堵空墙行驶，电车的铿铿声弹回到车厢里，声波打在那些膝上放着篮子的女人和那个油污的帽子的帽带上插着一只烟斗的男人身上。我闻到了水腥味，接着穿过墙的缺口我瞥见了水光①和两根桅杆，还有一只海鸥在半空中一动不动，仿佛是停栖在桅杆之间的一根看不见的线上。我举起手伸进上装去摸摸我写好的那两封信。这时，电车停了，我跳下电车。（注：①这里指的是查尔斯河。该河在入海处隔开了波士顿与哈佛大学所在地坎布里奇。河东南是波士顿，河西北是坎布里奇。）
When it closed I crossed to the other side and leaned on the rail above the boathouses. The float was empty and the doors were closed. Crew just pulled in the late afternoon now, resting up before. The shadow of the bridge, the tiers of railing, my shadow leaning flat upon the water, so easily had I tricked it that would not quit me. At least fifty feet it was, and if I only had something to blot it into the water, holding it until it was drowned, the shadow of the package like two shoes wrapped up lying on the water. Niggers say a drowned man’s shadow was watching for him in the water all the time. It twinkled and glinted, like breathing, the float slow like breathing too, and debris half submerged, healing out to the sea and the caverns and the grottoes of the sea. The displacement of water is equal to the something of something. Reducto absurdum of all human experience, and two six-pound flat-irons weigh more than one tailor’s goose. What a sinful waste Dilsey would say. Benjy knew it when Damuddy died. He cried. He smell hit. He smell hit.
吊桥合拢后，我过桥来到河对岸，倚在船库上面的栏杆上。浮码头边一条船也没有，几扇闸门都关着。运动员现在光是傍晚来划船，这以前都在休息。②桥的影子、一条条栏杆的影子以及我的影子都平躺在河面上，我那么容易地欺骗了它，使它和我形影不离，这影子至少有五十英尺长，但愿我能用什么东西把它按到水里去，按住它直到它给淹死，那包皮象是一双皮鞋的东西的影子也躺在水面上。黑人们说一个溺死者的影于是始终待在水里等待着他的。影子一闪一烁，就象是一起一伏的呼吸，浮码头也慢慢地一起一伏，也象在呼吸。瓦砾堆一半浸在水里，不断愈合，被冲到海里去；冲进海底的孔穴与壑窟。水的移动真是相当于那个的那个。人类一切经验的 Reducto absurdum 嘛，而那两只六磅重的熨斗，比裁缝用的长柄熨斗还沉呢。迪尔西又该说这样浪费罪过罪过了。奶奶死去的时候班吉知道的。他哭了。他闻到气味了。他闻出来了。（注：②这儿是哈佛大学划船运动员放船的船库。）
The bridge was open to let a schooner through. She was in tow, the tug nudging along under her quarter, trailing smoke, but the ship herself was like she was moving without visible means. A man naked to the waist was coiling down a line on the fo’c’s’le head. His body was burned the color of leaf tobacco. Another man in a straw hat without any crown was at the wheel. The ship went through the bridge, moving under bare poles like a ghost in broad day, with three gulls hovering above the stern like toys on invisible wires.
吊桥正打开了让一只纵帆船过去。它由拖船拖着，那条冒着烟的拖船紧挨在它的舷后侧行驶。纵帆船本身也在移动，但一点也看不出它靠的是什么动力，一个光着上身的汉子在前甲板上绕绳圈，身上给晒成了烟草色。另一个人，戴了顶没有帽顶的草帽，在把着舵轮。纵帆船没有张帆就穿过了桥，给人以一种白日见鬼的感觉，三只海鸥在船厩股上空尾随，象是被看不见的线牵着的玩具。
The tug came back downstream, the water shearing in long rolling cylinders, rocking the float at last with the echo of passage, the float lurching onto the rolling cylinder with a plopping sound and a long jarring noise as the door rolled back and two men emerged, carrying a shell. They set it in the water and a moment later Bland came out, with the sculls. He wore flannels, a gray jacket and a stiff straw hat. Either he or his mother had read somewhere that Oxford students pulled in flannels and stiff hats, so early one March they bought Gerald a one pair shell and in his flannels and stiff hat he went on the river. The folks at the boathouse threatened to call a policeman, but he went anyway. His mother came down in a hired auto, in a fur suit like an arctic explorer’s, and saw him off in a twenty-five mile wind and a steady drove of ice floes like dirty sheep. Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too. When he sailed away she made a detour and came down to the river again and drove along parallel with him, the car in low gear. They said you couldn’t have told they’d ever seen one another before, like a King and Queen, not even looking at one another, just moving side by side across Massachusetts on parallel courses like a couple of planets.
那只拖船又顺水回到下游来了，河水被划破，形成一个个滚动不已的圆柱体，拖船过处，波浪终于传到河边，晃动着浮码头，圆柱形的水浪拍击着浮码头，发出了扑通扑通的声音，传来一阵长长的吱嘎声，码头的大门给推后去，两个人拉了只赛艇走了出来。他们把赛艇放入水中，过了一会儿，布兰特②带着两把桨出现了。他身穿法兰绒衣裤，外面是一件灰茄克，头上戴一顶硬梆梆的草帽。不知是他还是他母亲在哪儿看到说，牛津大学的学生是穿着法兰绒衣裤戴着硬草帽划船的，因此三月初的一天他们给吉拉德买了一条双桨赛艇，于是他就穿着法兰绒衣裤戴着硬草帽下河划船了。船库里的人威胁说要去找警察③，可是布兰特不理他们，还是下河了。他母亲坐着一辆租来的汽车来到河边，身上那套毛皮衣服象是北极探险家穿的，她看他乘着时速二十五英里的凤离岸而去，身边经常出现一堆堆肮脏的羊群似的浮冰。从那时起我就相信，上帝不仅是个上等人，是个运动员；而且他也是个肯塔基人。他驶走后，他母亲掉过车头开回到河边，在岸上与他并排前进，汽车开着低速慢慢地行驶。人们说你简直不敢说这两人是认得的，那派头就象一个是国王，另一个是王后，而人甚至都不对看一眼，只顾沿着平行的轨道在马萨诸塞州移动，宛若一对行星。（注：②吉拉德·布兰特，昆丁的哈佛大学同学，也是南方人（据后面说是肯塔基州人）。他是个阔少爷，非常傲慢无礼。他的母亲为人势利、一举一动都模仿英国贵族的气派。③三月天气太冷，河面上都是浮冰，不宜下河划船。）
He got in and pulled away. He pulled pretty well now. He ought to. They said his mother tried to make him give rowing up and do something else the rest of his class couldn’t or wouldn’t do, but for once he was stubborn. If you could call it stubbornness, sitting in his attitudes of princely boredom, with his curly yellow hair and his violet eyes and his eyelashes and his New York clothes, while his mamma was telling us about Gerald’s horses and Gerald’s niggers and Gerald’s women. Husbands and fathers in Kentucky must have been awful glad when she carried Gerald off to Cambridge. She had an apartment over in town, and Gerald had one there too, besides his rooms in college. She approved of Gerald associating with me because I at least revealed a blundering sense of noblesse oblige by getting myself born below Mason and Dixon, and a few others whose Geography met the requirements (minimum). Forgave, at least. Or condoned. But since she met Spoade coming out of chapel one He said she couldn’t be a lady no lady would be out at that hour of the night she never had been able to forgive him for having five names, including that of a present English ducal house. I’m sure she solaced herself by being convinced that some misfit Maingault or Mortemar had got mixed up with the lodge-keeper’s daughter. Which was quite probable, whether she invented it or not. Spoade was the world’s champion sitter-around, no holds barred and gouging discretionary.
现在，他上了船开始划桨。他如今划得不错了。他也应该划得不错了。人家说他母亲想让他放弃划船，去干班上别的同学干不了或是不愿干的事，可是这一回他倒是很固执。如果你可以把这叫作固执的活，他坐在那儿，一面孔帝王般无聊的神情，头发是感曲而金黄色的，眼珠是紫色的，长长的眼睫毛还有那身纽约定做的衣服，而他妈妈则在一旁向我们夸耀她的吉拉蔼的那些马怎么样，那些黑佣人怎么样，那些情妇又是怎么样。肯培基州为人夫与人父者有福了，因为她把吉拉德带到坎布里奇来了。在城里她有一套公寓房间，吉拉德自己也有一套，另外他在大学宿舍里又有一套房间。她倒允许吉拉德和我来往、因为我总算是天生高贵，投胎时投在梅逊一迪克逊线①以南，另外还有少数几个人配做吉拉德的朋友，也是因为地理条件符合要求（最低限度的要求）．至少是原谅了他们，或者不再计较了。可是自从她半夜一点钟在小教堂门口见到斯波特出来他说她不可能是个有身份的太太因为有身份的太太是不会在晚上这个时辰出来的这以后她再也不能原谅斯波特因为他用的是由五个名字组成的长长的姓名，包皮括当今一个英国公爵府的堂名在内。我敢肯定她准是用这个想法来安慰自己的：有某个曼戈特或摩蒂默②家的浪荡公子跟某个看门人的女儿搞上了，这倒是很有可能的，先不说这是她幻想出来的还是别的情况。斯波特的确爱到处乱串；他毫无顾忌，什么也拦不住他。（注：①南北战争前南方与北方之间的分界线。②这两个姓，前者属于诺尔曼世家，后者属于盎格罗－诺尔曼世家，在布兰特太太看来，都是有贵族气的姓。）
The shell was a speck now, the oars catching the sun in spaced glints, as if the hull were winking itself along him along. Did you ever have a sister, No but they’re all bitches. Did you ever have a sister? One minute she was. Bitches. Not bitch one minute she stood in the door Dalton Ames. Dalton Ames. Dalton Shirts. I thought all the time they were khaki, army issue khaki, until I saw they were of heavy Chinese silk or finest flannel because they made his face so brown his eyes so blue. Dalton Ames. It just missed gentility. Theatrical fixture. Just papier-mache, then touch. Oh. Asbestos. Not quite bronze. But won’t see him at the house.
小艇现在成了一个小黑点，两叶桨在陽光下变成两个隔开的光点，仿佛小船一路上都在眨眼似的。你有过姐妹吗？①没有不过她们全一样的都是騷货。你有过姐妹吗？她一时站在门口。都是騷货。她来到门口的那会儿还不是达尔顿·艾密司、达尔顿·艾密司。达尔顿牌衬衫②。我过去一直以为它们是卡其的；军用卡其，到后来亲眼看到了才知道它们是中国厚绸子的或是最细最细的绒布的因为衬衫把他的脸③衬得那么黄把他的眼睛衬得那么蓝。达尔顿·艾密司。漂亮还算是漂亮，只是显得粗俗；倒象是演戏用的装置。只不过是纸浆做的道具，不信你摸摸着。哦，是石棉的。不是真正青铜的。只是不愿在家里与他见面④。（注：①又想起1用0年夏未遇到达尔顿·艾密司那一天。这一句话是昆丁说的，下一句是达尔顿·艾密司说的。②从达尔顿·艾密司联想到达尔顿牌衬衫。③又从衬衫想到达尔顿·艾密司的脸。④又回到凯蒂失身 那天的情景，这一句是凯蒂的话。下面那一段先是达尔顿·艾密司的话，然后是昆丁与凯蒂的对话。）
Caddy’s a woman too remember. She must do things for women’s reasons too.
凯蒂也是个女人，请你记住了。她也免不了要象个女人那样地行事。
Why won’t you bring him to the house, Caddy? Why must you do like nigger women do in the pasture the ditches the dark woods hot hidden furious in the dark woods.
你干吗不把他带到家里来呢，凯蒂？你干吗非得象个黑女人那样在草地里在土沟里在丛林里躲在黑黝黝的树丛里犯贱呢。
And after a while I had been hearing my watch for some time and I could feel the letters crackle through my coat, against the railing, and I leaned on the railing, watching my shadow, how I had tricked it. I moved along the rail, but my suit was dark too and I could wipe my hands, watching my shadow, how I had tricked it. I walked it into the shadow of the quad. Then I went east.
过了片刻，这时候，我听见我的表的嘀嗒声已经有一会儿了。我身子压在栏杆上，感觉到那两封信在我的衣服里发出了咯吱咯吱的声音。我靠在栏杆上，瞧着我的影子；我真是把我的影子骗过了。我沿着栏杆移动，可是我那身衣服也是深色的，我可以擦擦手，瞧着自己的影子，我真的把它骗过去了。我带着它走进码头的陰影。接着我朝东走去。
You going to drive.
你来开车吧。
Get in Quentin.
上车吧昆丁。
Harvard my Harvard boy Harvard harvard That pimple-faced infant she met at the field-meet with colored ribbons. Skulking along the fence trying to whistle her out like a puppy. Because they couldn’t cajole him into the dining-room Mother believed he had some sort of spell he was going to cast on her when he got her alone. Yet any blackguard He was lying beside the box under the window bellowing that could drive up in a limousine with a flower in his buttonhole. Harvard. Quentin this is Herbert. My Harvard boy. Herbert will be a big brother has already promised Jason Hearty, celluloid like a drummer. Face full of teeth white but not smiling. I’ve heard of him up there. All teeth but not smiling. You going to drive?
哈佛我在哈佛的孩子哈佛哈佛①她在运动会上遇到一个小男孩，是个得了奖章脸上有脓疮的。②偷偷地沿着栅栏走过来还吹口哨想把她象叫唤小狗似地叫出去。家里人怎么哄也没法让他走进餐厅于是母亲就相信他是有法术的一等他和凯蒂单独在一起他就能蛊惑住她。可是任何一个恶棍他躺在窗子下面木箱旁边嚎叫着③只要能开一辆轿车来胸前纽扣眼里插着朵花就行了。哈佛。④昆丁这位是赫伯特。这是我在哈佛的孩子。赫伯特会当你们的大哥哥的他已经答应给杰生在银行里谋一份差事了。脸上堆满了笑，赛璐珞似的虚情假意就象是个旅行推销员。一脸都是大白牙却是皮笑肉不笑。⑤我在北边就听说过你了。⑥一脸都是牙齿却是皮笑肉不笑。你想开车⑦吗？（注：①想起他母亲康普生太太给他介绍凯蒂的未婚夫赫伯特·海德时的情景，这件事发生在1910年4月23日，凯蒂结婚的前两天。②想起凯蒂小时候与一小男孩邂逅，后来与他接吻的事，时间大约是在1906或1907年。③想起凯蒂结婚那天班吉的行为。④下面是康普生太太介绍时吹嘘自己未来的女婿如何慷慨大度。⑤这里写昆丁对赫伯特·海德的印象。⑥赫伯特·海德在哈佛时因打牌作弊 被开除出俱乐部，又因考试时作弊 被开除学籍，在哈佛学生中声名狼藉。昆丁这里有意地讥刺他。⑦赫伯特为了讨好凯蒂，把自己的汽车给她，让她开车。）
It’s her car aren’t you proud of your little sister owns first auto in town Herbert his present. Louis has been giving her lessons every morning didn’t you get my letter Mr and Mrs Jason Richmond Compson announce the marriage of their daughter Candace to Mr Sydney Herbert Head on the twenty-fifth of April one thousand nine hundred and ten at Jefferson Mississippi. At home after the first of August number Something Something Avenue South Bend Indiana. Shreve said Aren’t you even going to open it? Three days. Times. Mr and Mrs Jason Richmond Compson Young Lochinvar rode out of the west a little too soon, didn’t he?
这是她的车你的小妹妹拥有全镇第一辆汽车你不感到骄傲吗是赫伯特送的礼。路易斯每天早上都给她上驾驶课你没有收到我的信吗⑧谨订于壹仟玖佰壹抬年肆月贰抬伍日在密西西比杰弗生镇为小女凯丹斯与悉德尼·赫伯特·海德先生举行婚礼恭请光临杰生·李奇蒙·康普生先生暨夫人敬启。②又：八月一日之后在寒合会客敝址为印第安纳州南湾市××街××号③。施里夫说你连拆都不拆开吗？三天。三次。杰生·李奇蒙·康普生先生暨夫人年轻的洛钦伐尔④骑马从西方出走也未免太急了一些，是不是⑤？（注：①以上这句是康普生太太讲的。路易斯是住在康普生家附近的黑人，他心灵手巧，又是个打猎能手。②这是康普生先生为凯蒂结婚发出的结婚请柬。昆丁收到后三天没拆开信。施里夫感到奇怪，所以有下面的话。③这是赫伯特·悔德在请柬上加的附言，表示他与凯蒂度过蜜月后将回到他在印第安纳州的老家去住。④苏格兰作家华尔特·司各特著名叙事诗《马米恩》第五歌中一谣曲中的英雄。正当他的情人 快要与别人结婚时，他带上情人 骑马出走；此处昆丁把海德比作洛钦伐尔。⑤回想起和施里夫的对话。施里夫看见昆丁一直不拆结婚请柬，而且还把它供在桌上，便不断问他，提醒他。昆丁嫌施里夫多管闲事。接着又从施里夫说自己眼睛不好的话联系到打架时打人家眼镜的事。）
I’m from the south. You’re funny, aren’t you.
我是南方人。你这人真逗，是不是。
You’re funny, aren’t you. You ought to join the circus.
你这人真逗，真是的。你应该去参加马戏团。
Country people poor things they never saw an auto before lots of them honk the horn Candace so She wouldn’t look at me they’ll get out of the way wouldn’t look at me your father wouldn’t like it if you were to injure one of them I’ll declare your father will simply have to get an auto now I’m almost sorry you brought it down Herbert I’ve enjoyed it so much of course there’s the carriage but so often when I’d like to go out Mr Compson has the darkies doing something it would be worth my head to interrupt he insists that Roskus is at my call all the time but I know what that means I know how often people make promises just to satisfy their consciences are you going to treat my little baby girl that way Herbert but I know you won’t Herbert has spoiled us all to death Quentin did I write you that he is going to take Jason into his bank when Jason finishes high school Jason will make a splendid banker he is the only one of my children with any practical sense you can thank me for that he takes after my people the others are all Compson Jason furnished the flour. They made kites on the back porch and sold them for a nickel a piece, he and the Patterson boy. Jason was treasurer.
乡下人真是可怜见的①他们绝大部分从未见过汽车按喇叭呀凯丹斯好让她都不愿把眼睛转过来看我他们会让路的都不愿看我你们的父亲是会不高兴的如果你们压着了谁我敢说你们的父亲现在也只好去买一辆了你把汽车开来我真有点为难赫伯特当然我坐着兜兜凤是非常痛快的咱们家倒是有一辆马车可是每逢我要坐着出去康普生先生总是让黑人们干这干那倘若我干涉一下那就要闹翻天了他坚持要让罗斯库司专门待候我随叫随到不过我也明白这会是什么意思我知道人们作出许诺仅仅是为了抚慰自己的良心你是不是也会这样对待我的宝贝小女儿呀赫伯特不过我知道你是不会的赫伯特简直把我们全都惯坏了昆丁我给你的信中不是说了吗他打算让杰生高中念完之后进他的银行杰生会成为一个了不起的银行家的在我这些孩子中只有他有讲实际的头脑这一点还全靠了我因为他继承了我娘家人的特点其他几个可全都是十足的康普生家的脾气杰生拿出面粉来。他们在后廊上做风筝出售每只卖五分，他一个还有帕特生家的男孩。杰生管账②。（注：①以下是康普生太太坐在赫伯特的汽车上兜凤时说的话。②昆丁从母亲夸耀杰生的话想起杰生从小就爱做买卖，有一回与邻居的孩子合作做风筝出售，后来因为分钱不匀两人吵翻了。）
I did. That’s how I ruined my eyes watering the elephant’s fleas. Three times These country girls. You can’t ever tell about them, can you. Well, anyway Byron never had his wish, thank God. But not hit a man in glasses Aren’t you even going to open it? It lay on the table a candle burning at each corner upon the envelope tied in a soiled pink garter two artificial flowers. Not hit a man in glasses.
我是参加了。我就是因为给大象身上的蚤子饮水才把眼睛弄坏的。三次这些乡下姑娘。你简直没法猜透她们的心思，是不是。哼，反正拜伦也从未达到过他的目的，感谢上帝。可是别往人家的眼镜上打呀。你连拆都不拆开吗？那封信躺在桌子上每只角上都点着一支蜡烛两朵假花捆在一根玷污的粉红色吊袜带上。①往人家的眼镜上打呀。（注：①昆丁把他妹妹的结婚请柬视为一具棺枢，给它点燃蜡烛，献上吊袜带做的花圈。）
O yes I knew it was somewhere in the country.
哦对的我知道那是在乡下某个地方。
There was no nigger in this car, and the hats unbleached as yet flowing past under the window. Going to Harvard. We have sold Benjy’s He lay on the ground under the window, bellowing. We have sold Benjy’s pasture so that Quentin may go to Harvard a brother to you. Your little brother.
这一辆电本上倒没有黑人，一顶顶尚未泛黄的草帽在车窗下流过去。是去哈佛的。①我们卖掉了班吉的他躺在窗子下面的地上，大声吼叫。我们卖掉了班吉的牧场好让昆丁去上哈佛你的好弟弟。你们的小弟弟。（注：①昆丁过桥后搭上一辆电车，从售票员说明车子去向的话（“是去哈佛的”）中联想自己来哈佛上学家中卖掉“班吉的牧场”（即本书开头所提到的那片高尔夫球场）给他凑学费的亭。接着又想到凯蒂结婚那天班吉大闹的情景。）
You should have a car it’s done you no end of good don’t you think so Quentin I call him Quentin at once you see I have heard so much about him from Candace.
你们应该有一辆汽车它会给你们带来无穷无尽的好处你说是不是呀昆丁你瞧我马上就叫他昆丁了凯丹斯跟我讲了那么许多他的事①。”（注：①又想到与赫伯特·海德见面那次的事。这段话是当时侮德说的。）
Why shouldn’t you I want my boys to be more than friends yes Candace and Quentin more than friends Father I have committed what a pity you had no brother or sister No sister no sister had no sister Don’t ask Quentin he and Mr Compson both feel a little insulted when I am strong enough to come down to the table I am going on nerve now I’ll pay for it after it’s all over and you have taken my little daughter away from me My little sister had no. If I could say Mother. Mother Unless I do what I am tempted to and take you instead I don’t think Mr Compson could overtake the car.
你叫他昆丁这很好嘛我要我的孩子们比朋友还亲密是的凯丹斯跟昆丁比朋友还亲密父亲啊我犯了乱真可怜你没有兄弟姐妹没有姐妹没有姐妹根本没有姐妹别间昆丁他和康普生先生一看到我身体稍微好些下楼来吃饭就觉得受了侮辱似的不太高兴我现在是胆大包皮天等这婚事一过去我就要吃苦头的而你又从我身边把我的小女儿带走了我的小妹妹也没有了。如果我能说母亲呀。母亲除非我按自己的冲动向您求婚而不是向凯蒂否则我想康普生先生是不会来追这辆车的。②（注：②赫伯特·海德在对康普生太太讲奉承话。）
Hats not unbleached and not hats. In three years I can not wear a hat. I could not. Was. Will there be hats then since I was not and not Harvard then. Where the best of thought Father said clings like dead ivy vines upon old dead brick. Not Harvard then. Not to me, anyway. Again. Sadder than was. Again. Saddest of all. Again.
有的戴着尚未泛黄的草帽有的没戴帽子。有三年的时间我都不能戴帽子。我无法忍受帽子。世界上没有了我也没有了哈佛之后，帽子还会有吗。爸爸说的，在哈佛，最精彩的思想象是牢牢地攀在旧砖墙上的枯爬藤。到那时就没有哈佛了。至少对我来说是没有了。又来了。比以前更忧郁了。哼，又来了。现在是心情最最不好的时候了。又来了。
Nonsense you look like a girl you are lots younger than Candace color in your cheeks like a girl A face reproachful tearful an odor of camphor and of tears a voice weeping steadily and softly beyond the twilit door the twilight-colored smell of honeysuckle. Bringing empty trunks down the attic stairs they sounded like coffins French Lick. Found not death at the salt lick
您说哪里的话您看上去就象一个小姑娘嘛您比凯丹斯显得嫩相得多啦脸色红红的就象是个豆寇年华的少女一张谴责的泪涟涟的脸一股樟脑味儿泪水味儿从灰蒙蒙的门外隐隐约约地不断传来一阵阵嘤嘤的啜泣声也传来灰色的忍冬的香味。①把空箱子一只只从阁楼楼梯上搬下来发出了空隆空隆的声音象是棺材去弗兰区·里克。盐渍地没有死人。（注：①回想到康普生一家得知凯蒂失身 后的反应。康普生太太拿了一方洒了樟脑水（可以醒脑）的手帕在哭泣，康普生先生决定让凯蒂前往弗兰区·里克（French Lick，印第安纳州南部一疗养胜地）换换环填，借以摆脱与达尔顿·艾密司的关系。家人把空箱子从阁楼搬下来准备行装。空箱子的声音使昆丁想起棺材，又从“里克”（Lick）想到了”盐渍地”（salt Lick）。）
Ah Herbert Candace do you hear that She wouldn’t look at me soft stubborn jaw-angle not back-looking You needn’t be jealous though it’s just an old woman he’s flattering a grown married daughter I can’t believe it.
啊赫伯特凯丹斯你听见没有她不愿用温 柔的眼光看我却梗着脖子不肯扭过头来往后看不过你不必吃醋他不过是在奉承我这个老太婆而已如果在他面前的是个成熟的结过婚的大女儿那我就不敢设想了。
Spoade had a shirt on; then it must be. When I can see my shadow again if not careful that I tricked into the water shall tread again upon my impervious shadow. But no sister. I wouldn’t have done it. I won’t have my daughter spied on I wouldn’t have.
斯波特身上已经穿好衬衣：那现在一定是中午了。待会儿我重新见到我的影子时如果不当心我又会踩到那被我哄骗到水里去的浸不坏的影子上去的。可是不妹妹。我是怎么也不会这样子的。我决不允许别人侦察我的女儿①我是决不会的。②（注：①康普生太太派杰生去监视凯蒂，康普生先生知道后非常生气，说了这样的话。②从上一行的“可是不妹妹”直到此处，是凯蒂失身 那晚昆丁对凯蒂说的话。）
How can I control any of them when you have always taught them to have no respect for me and my wishes I know you look down on my people but is that any reason for teaching my children my own children I suffered for to have no respect Trampling my shadow’s bones into the concrete with hard heels and then I was hearing the watch, and I touched the letters through my coat.
你叫我怎么管束他们呢你老是教他们不要尊重我不要尊重我的意志我知道你看不起我们姓巴斯康的人可是难道能因为这一点就教我的孩子我自己吃足苦头生下来的孩子不要尊重我吗③用硬硬的皮鞋跟把我影子的骨头踩到水泥地里去这时我听见了表的嘀嗒声，我又隔着外衣摸了摸那两封信。（注：③这是康普生太太与康普生先生吵嘴时所说的话。巴斯康是她娘家的姓。）
I will not have my daughter spied on by you or Quentin or anybody no matter what you think she has done
我不愿我的女儿受到你或是昆丁或是任何人的监视不管你以为她干了什么坏事
At least you agree there is reason for having her watched
至少你也认为存在着她应该受到监视的理由吧
But why did she The chimes began as I stepped on my shadow, but it was the quarter hour. The Deacon wasn’t in sight anywhere. think I would have could have
可是为什么她要我的脚刚踩在我的影子上钟声响了，不过那是报刻的钟声。①在哪儿我都没有看见执事的影子。以为我会以为我可以。（注：①电车开到哈佛，昆丁下车寻找执事。）
She didn’t mean that that’s the way women do things it’s because she loves Caddy
她不是有意的女人做事情就是这样这也是因为她爱凯蒂嘛
I wouldn’t have I wouldn’t have. I know you wouldn’t I didn’t mean to speak so sharply but have no respect for each other for themselves
我是决不会这么干的决不会的。①我知道你不愿意我本来也不想把话说得那么难听可是女人是互相之间都不尊重也是不尊重自己的②（注：①昆丁对凯蒂讲的话。②这一段与下面一些话（仿宋体）是凯蒂失身 那晚父亲与昆丁所讲的话。）
The street lamps would go down the hill then rise toward town I walked upon the belly of my shadow. I could extend my hand beyond it. feeling Father behind me beyond the rasping darkness of summer and August the street lamps Father and I protect women from one another from themselves our women Women are like that they don’t acquire knowledge of people we are for that they are just born with a practical fertility of suspicion that makes a crop every so often and usually right they have an affinity for evil for supplying whatever the evil lacks in itself for drawing it about them instinctively as you do bed-clothing in slumber fertilising the mind for it until the evil has served its purpose whether it ever existed or no He was coming along between a couple of freshmen. He hadn’t quite recovered from the parade, for he gave me a salute, a very superior-officerish kind.
街灯沿着坡伸延到山下然后又上坡通往镇子我走在我影子的肚子上。我可以把手伸到影子之外去。只觉得父亲就坐在我的背后在那夏天与八月的令人烦躁不安的黑暗以外那街灯父亲和我保护妇女不让她们彼此伤害不让她们伤害自己我们家的妇女女人就是这样她们并不掌握我们渴想熟谙的关于人的知识她们生来具有一种猜疑的实际肥力它过不多久就会有一次收成而且往往还是猜对了的她们对罪恶自有一种亲和力罪恶短缺什么她们就提供什么她们本能地把罪恶往自己身上拉就象你睡熟时把被子往自己身上拉一样她们给头脑施肥让头脑里犯罪的意识浓浓的一直到罪恶达到了目的不管罪恶本身到底是存在还是不存在①“执事”夹在两个一年级生中间走来了。他还浸沉在游行的气氛中，因为他向我敬了一个礼，一个十足高级军官派头的礼。（注：①这一段是康普生先生发的议论。）
From then on until he had you completely subjugated he was always in or out of your room, ubiquitous and garrulous, though his manner gradually moved northward as his raiment improved, until at last when he had bled you until you began to learn better he was calling you Quentin or whatever, and when you saw him next he’d be wearing a cast-off Brooks suit and a hat with a Princeton club I forget which band that someone had given him and which he was pleasantly and unshakably convinced was a part of Abe Lincoln’s military sash. Someone spread the story years ago, when he first appeared around college from wherever he came from, that he was a graduate of the divinity school. And when he came to understand what it meant he was so taken with it that he began to retail the story himself, until at last he must have come to believe he really had. Anyway he related long pointless anecdotes of his undergraduate days, speaking familiarly of dead and departed professors by their first names, usually incorrect ones. But he had been guide mentor and friend to unnumbered crops of innocent and lonely freshmen, and I suppose that with all his petty chicanery and hypocrisy he stank no higher in heaven’s nostrils than any other.
从这时起，直到他把你完完全全制服，他总是在你的房间里进进出出，无所不在，喋喋不休，可是随着他的衣饰不断改进，他的气派也逐渐北方化了，到最后他敲了你不少竹杠，等你明白过来他已经在直呼你的名字，叫你昆丁或是别的什么，等你下回再见到他，他会穿上一套别人扔掉的布鲁克斯公司出品的西服，戴上一顶绕着普林斯顿大学俱乐部缎带的帽子了是什么样的缎带我可忘了那是别人送他的他一厢情愿地坚信这是亚伯·林肯的军用饰带上裁下来的。多年以前，那还是他刚从家乡来到大学的那会儿，有人传播说他是个神学院的毕业生。等他明白过来这个说法是什么意思时，他真是喜不自胜，开始自己到处讲这件事，到后来他准是连自己也信以为真了。反正他给别人说了许多他大学生时代的又长又没一点意思的轶事，很亲热地用小名来称呼那些已经作古的教授，称呼一般用得都不对头。不过对于一年年进来的天真而寂寞的一年级新生，他倒不失为一个向导、导师和朋友，而且我认为尽管他耍了这么多小花招，有点伪善，在天堂里那位的鼻孔里，他的臭气却不比别人的更厉害些。
“Yes, suh. Right dis way, young marster, hyer we is,” taking your bags. “Hyer, boy, come hyer and git dese grips.” Whereupon a moving mountain of luggage would edge up, revealing a white boy of about fifteen, and the Deacon would hang another bag on him somehow and drive him off. “Now, den, don’t you crap hit. Yes, suh, young marster, jes give de old nigger yo room number, and it’ll be done got cold afar when you arrives.”
“是啦，您哪。请这边走，少爷，咱们到啦，”说着按过你的行李。“嗨，孩子，过来，把这些手提包皮拿上。”紧接着一座由行李堆成的小山就慢慢向前移动起来，露出了后面一个大约十五岁的黑人少年，执事不知怎的又往他身上添了一只包皮，押着他往前走。“好，瞅着点，可别掉在地上呀。是的，少爷，把您的房间号码告诉俺这黑老头儿，等您到房里，行李早就会在那儿凉着啦。”
“I want to see you a minute,” I said, stopping.
“我要和你谈一下，”我说，停住了脚步。
“See me? All right. See you again, fellows,” he said, stopping and turning back; “glad to have chatted with you.” That was the Deacon, all over. Talk about your natural psychologists. They said he hadn’t missed a train at the beginning of school in forty years, and that he could pick out a Southerner with one glance. He never missed, and once he had heard you speak, he could name your state. He had a regular uniform he met trains in, a sort of Uncle Tom’s cabin outfit, patches and all.
“和我谈？好吧。再见了，伙计们，”他说，停住脚步转过身来，“很高兴能和您聊一会儿。”这就是执事，从头到脚都是执事的气味。就说你周围的那些天生的心理学家吧。他们说执事四十年来每逢学期开始从未漏接一班火车，又说他只消瞥一眼便能认出谁是南方人。他从来也不会搞错，而且只要你一开口，他就能分辨出你是哪个州的。他有一套专门接车穿的制服，活象是演《汤姆大伯的小屋》的行头，全身上下都打满补钉，等等等等。
“Yes?”
“是吗？”
“You looked fine. You looked better than any of them. They ought to make you a general, Deacon.”
“帅极了。你比队伍里所有的人都神气。他们应当让你来当将军的，执事。”
“In the parade the other day.”
“在前几天那次游行队伍里。”
“I mean, in uniform. How’d I look?”
“我是问您，我穿了制服 的模样。神气吗？”
“And on that Wop holiday too,” I said. “You were obliging the W. C. T. U. then, I reckon.”
“意大利人过节那回你也参加了，”我说，“你还得服从基督教妇女禁酒会的命令吧，我想。”
“Both times. Yes.”
“两回都见到你了。是的。”
He touched my arm, lightly, his hand that worn, gentle quality of niggers’ hands. “Listen. This ain’t for outside talking. I don’t mind telling you because you and me’s the same folks, come long and short.” He leaned a little to me, speaking rapidly, his eyes not looking at me. “I’ve got strings out, right now. Wait till next year. Just wait. Then see where I’m marching. I won’t need to tell you how I’m fixing it; I say, just wait and see, my boy.” He looked at me now and clapped me lightly on the shoulder and rocked back on his heels, nodding at me. “Yes, sir. I didn’t turn Democrat three years ago for nothing. My son-in-law on the city; me — Yes, sir. If just turning Democrat’ll make that son of a bitch go to work… And me: just you stand on that corner yonder a year from two days ago, and see.”
他轻轻地碰了碰我的胳膊。他的手是黑人的那种精疲力竭的、柔若无骨的手。“听着。这件事可不能外传。我告诉您倒不要紧，因为，不管怎么说。咱们是自己人嘛。”他身子向我稍稍倾过来，急急他讲着，眼睛却没有瞧春我。“眼下我是放出了长线呢。等到明年，您再瞧吧。您先等着。往后您就瞧我在什么队伍里游行。我不必告诉您这件事我是怎么办成的；我只说，您拭目以待好了，我的孩子。”到这时，他才瞅了瞅我，轻轻地在我肩膀上拍了拍，身子以他的脚跟为支点，从我身边弹了回去，一面还在对我点头。“是的，先生。三年前我改人民主 党 可不是白改的。我女婿吃市政府的饭；我呢——是啊，先生。如果改入民主 党 能使那个兔崽子去干活……至于我自己呢，从前天开始算起，再过一年，您就站在那个街角上等着瞧吧。”
“No. I’ve been all right. Working, I reckon. I’ve seen you, though.”
“没有。我身体挺好的。穷忙呗，无非是。不过，我倒是见到过你的。”
“That? I was doing that for my son-in-law. He aims to get a job on the city forces. Street cleaner. I tells him all he wants is a broom to sleep on. You saw me, did you?”
“那次吗？我是为了我女婿才参加的。他有意思在市政府里混个差事。做清道夫。我告诉他那活儿清闲，等于是抱着一把扫帚睡大觉。您瞧见我了，是吗？”
“Oh, that. Yes, I was there. I don’t care nothing about that sort of thing, you understand, but the boys likes to have me with them, the vet’runs does. Ladies wants all the old vet’runs to turn out, you know. So I has to oblige them.”
“哦，对了。是的，我是游行来着。这种事我不大有兴趣，这您是知道的，可是后生们希望有我一个，老战士嘛。女士们希望老战士都出来露露面，您懂吗。因此我只好服从。”
“Haven’t seen you in three-four days,” he said, staring at me from his still military aura. “You been sick?”
“有三四天没见到您了，”他说，眼睛盯着我看，还是沉浸在他那种军队的光辉中。“您病了吗？”
He took the letter and examined it. “It’s sealed up.”
他接过信细细地观察着。“封好了。”
“Yes. And it’s written inside, Not good until tomorrow.”
“是啊。里面有我写的字条；明天才能生效。”
“I hope so. You deserve it, Deacon. And while I think about it –” I took the letter from my pocket. “Take this around to my room tomorrow and give it to Shreve. He’ll have something for you. But not till tomorrow, mind.”
“我但愿如此，你也应该受到重视了，执事。对了，我想起来了。”我把信从口袋里摸出来，“明天你到我宿舍去；把这封信交 给施里夫。他会给你点什么的。不过一定得等到明天，你听见了吗？”
“Yes. A present I’m making you.”
“是的。我准备给你的一件礼物。”
He was looking at me now, the envelope white in his black hand, in the sun. His eyes were soft and irisless and brown, and suddenly I saw Roskus watching me from behind all his whitefolks’ claptrap of uniforms and politics and Harvard manner, diffident, secret, inarticulate and sad. “You ain’t playing a joke on the old nigger, is you?”
他这会儿在瞧着我了，那只信封在陽光下给他那只黑手一衬，显得格外白。他的眼睛是柔和的、分不清虹膜的、棕褐色的，突然间，我看到，在那套白人的华而不实的制服 后面、在白人的政治和白人的哈佛派头后面，是罗斯库司在瞧着我，那个羞怯、神秘、口齿不清而悲哀的罗斯库司。“您不是在给一个黑老头儿开玩笑吧，是吗？”
“H’m,” he said. He looked at the envelope, his mouth pursed. “Something for me, you say?”
“呀，”他说。他打量着信封，嘴撅了起来。“有东西给我，您说？”
“Did you ever try?” I said. But Roskus was gone. Once more he was that self he had long since taught himself to
“你试过吗？”我说。可是罗斯库司消失了。执事又恢复了他长期训练自己要在世人面前作出的那副模样：自负、虚伪，却还不算粗野。
“You’re right. They’re fine folks. But you can’t live with them.”
“您说得不错。南方人都是上等人。可是跟他们没法一块儿过日子。”
“You know I’m not. Did any Southerner ever play a joke on you?”
“你知道我不是在开玩笑。难道有哪个南方人作弄过你吗？”
“I’ll confer to your wishes, my boy.”
“我一定照您的吩咐去办，我的孩子。”
“I’ve tried to treat all folks right,” he said. “I draw no petty social lines. A man to me is a man, wherever I find him.”
“我一直想法好好对待所有的人，”他说。“我从来不划好多线，把人分成三六九等。一个人对我来说就是一个人，不管我是在哪儿认识他的。”
“Not until tomorrow, remember.”
“不到明天可别送去，记住了。”
“Sure,” he said; “understood, my boy. Well –“
“没错儿，”他说，“我懂，我的孩子。嗯——”
The chimes began again, the half hour. I stood in the belly of my shadow and listened to the strokes spaced and tranquil along the sunlight, among the thin, still little leaves. Spaced and peaceful and serene, with that quality of autumn always in bells even in the month of brides. Lying on the ground under the window bellowing He took one look at her and knew. Out of the mouths of babes. The street lamps The chimes ceased. I went back to the postoffice, treading my shadow into pavement. go down the hill then they rise toward town like lanterns hung one above another on a wall. Father said because she loves Caddy she loves people through their shortcomings. Uncle Maury straddling his legs before the fire must remove one hand long enough to drink Christmas. Jason ran on, his hands in his pockets fell down and lay there like a trussed fowl until Versh set him up. Whyn’t you keep them hands outen your pockets when you running you could stand up then Rolling his head in the cradle rolling it flat across the back. Caddy told Jason and Versh that the reason Uncle Maury didn’t work was that he used to roll his head in the cradle when he was little.
钟声又鸣响了，是报半点钟的钟声。我站在我影子的肚子上，听那钟声顺着陽光，透过稀稀落落、静止不动的小叶子传过来，一声又一声，静温 而安详。一声又一声，静谧而安详，即使在女人做新娘的那个好月份里，钟声里也总带有秋天的味道。躺在窗子下面的地上吼叫①他看了她一眼便明白了。②从婴儿们的口中。那些街灯③钟声停住了。我又回进邮局，把我的影子留在人行道上，下了放然后又上坡通往镇子就象是墙上挂着许多灯笼一盏比一盏高。父亲说因为她爱凯蒂所以她是通过人们的缺点来爱人们的。毛莱舅舅在壁炉前劈开双腿站着，他一只手不得不从火前移开一段时间，好举杯祝别人圣诞节快乐④。杰生跟着跑着摔了一跤，他双手都插在口袋里，因此好象双翅被缚的家禽似的躺着，直到威尔许过来把他抱起来。你干吗不把两只手放在口袋外面这样你跑的时候就不容易摔跤了躺在摇篮里脑袋滚来滚去把后脑勺都滚扁了。凯蒂告诉杰生说这是威尔许说的毛莱舅舅之所以不干活是因为他小时候睡在摇篮里滚来滚去把后脑勺都滚扁了。（注：①凯蒂结婚那天班吉的表现。②凯蒂失身 那个夜晚的情景。“他”指班吉。③凯蒂失身 那个夜晚父子谈话时所见。“那些街的”这一回忆为”当前”钟声的停止所打断，接着昆丁又继续回忆。④昆丁又想起某个圣诞节的情景以及弟弟杰生小时候的一些琐事。）
“I hope you’ll always find as many friends as you’ve made.”
“我希望你始终象今天这样人缘好，”
“I hope –” I said. He looked down at me, benignant, profound. Suddenly I held out my hand and we shook, he gravely, from the pompous height of his municipal and military dream. “You’re a good fellow, Deacon. I hope… You’ve helped a lot of young fellows, here and there.”
“我希望——”我说。他居高临下地看着我，既慈祥又深沉。突然我伸出手去，我们握了握手，他显得很庄严，站在他那场市政府与军队的美梦的不可一世的高度。“你是个好人，执事。我希望……你随时随地帮助了不少年轻人。”
“Young fellows. I get along with them. They don’t forget me, neither,” he said, waving the envelope. He put it into his pocket and buttoned his coat. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I’ve had good friends.”
“我跟年轻人挺合得来。他们也不忘记我，”他说，一面挥挥那只信封。他把信放进衣袋，然后扣上外衣。“是的，先生，”他说，“我好朋友是一直不少的。”
“I’m not doing anything. Not until tomorrow, now.”
“我什么也没干。明天再给他，知道吗？”
“Nothing. Pair of shoes I had half-soled. Not until tomorrow, you hear?”
“没什么。是双我拿去打了前掌的皮鞋；一定要到明天再给他，你听见了吗？”
Shreve was coming up the walk, shambling, fatly earnest, his glasses glinting beneath the running leaves like little pools.
施里夫在人行道上走过来，蹒蹒跚跚的，胖嘟嘟的，显得怪一本正经的，在不断闪动的树叶的陰影下他那副眼镜闪着反光，象是两只小水潭。
“What’s that you got there?”
“你手里拿的是什么？”
“All right.” He looked at me. “Say, what’re you doing today, anyhow? All dressed up and mooning around like the prologue to a suttee. Did you go to Psychology this morning?”
“行啊。”他盯看着我。“嗨，你今天到底在干什么呀？穿得整整齐齐地逛来逛去，象是在等着看印度寡妇 自焚殉夫。你今天早上去上心理学课了？”
“I gave Deacon a note for some things. I may not be in this afternoon, so don’t you let him have anything until tomorrow, will you?”
“我给了执事一张字条，让他来取一些东西。我今天下午也许回不去，所以千方请你等到明天再给他，行不行？”
“Sure. All right. Oh, by the way, did you get a letter off the table this morning?”
“好了。听见了。哦，对了，桌子上有一封信，你早上拿了吗？”
“It’s there. From Semiramis. Chauffeur brought it before ten o’clock.”
“在桌子上。是塞米拉米司①写来的。车夫十点以前送来的。”（注：①传说中聪明而美丽的亚述王后。这里指布兰特太太。）
“No.”
“没拿。”
“All right. I’ll get it. Wonder what she wants now.”
“好吧。我会去拿的。不知这回她又要搞什么花样了。”
“Another band recital, I guess. Tumpty ta ta Gerald blah. ‘A little louder on the drum, Quentin’. God, I’m glad I’m not a gentleman.” He went on, nursing a book, a little shapeless, fatly intent. The street lamps do you think so because one of our forefathers was a governor and three were generals and Mother’s weren’t any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man Done in Mother’s mind though. Finished. Finished. Then we were all poisoned you are confusing sin and morality women don’t do that your mother is thinking of morality whether it be sin or not has not occurred to her Jason I must go away you keep the others I’ll take Jason and go where nobody knows us so he’ll have a chance to grow up and forget all this the others don’t love me they have never loved anything with that streak of Compson selfishness and false pride Jason was the only one my heart went out to without dread nonsense Jason is all right I was thinking that as soon as you feel better you and Caddy might go up to French Lick and leave Jason here with nobody but you and the darkies she will forget him then all the talk will die away found not death at the salt licks maybe I could find a husband for her not death at the salt licks.
“再组织一次军乐演奏会呗，我猜。得啦达达吉拉德布拉。‘鼓再敲得响一些，昆丁。’上帝啊，我真高兴我不是什么世家子弟。”他继续往前走，小心翼翼地捧着一本书，身材已经有些臃肿了，胖嘟嘟的，那么一本正经。那些街灯你认为是这样吗就因为我们的先辈中有一位当过州长有三位是将军而母亲家里却不是任何一个活着的人都比死去的人强可是任何一个活着或死去的人都不比另一个活着或死去的人强多少然而母亲头脑里已经有了固定的看法。完了。完了。那么说我们都中毒了你把罪恶与道德混为一谈了妇女们都不是这样想的你母亲想的是道德的问题至于这件事是否是罪恶她根本没有想过①。杰生②我可得走了别的孩子由你管我把杰生带走到谁也不认识我们的地方去让他可以顺顺当当地长大忘掉这一切别的孩子都不爱我他们压根儿没爱过什么身上都有康普生家那股自私自利与莫名其妙的自高自大劲儿杰生是唯一我信得过不用害怕的孩子③。废话杰生是挺好的我刚才在想是不是等你身体好一些了就带着凯蒂到弗兰区·里克去。那末把杰生留下来家中没别人只有你和那些黑人，她会把他忘掉的于是所有那些风言风语自会销声匿迹盐渍地没有死人，没准儿我可以给她找到一个丈夫盐渍地没有死人。（注：①这又是康普生先生在发议论。②这里的“杰生”是康普生太太称呼她的丈夫，后面的“杰生”指的是她的儿子。③这是康普生家得悉凯蒂的事后，康普生太太讲的话。以下是康普生先生与她的对话。）
What have I done to have been given children like these Benjamin was punishment enough and now for her to have no more regard for me her own mother I’ve suffered for her dreamed and planned and sacrificed I went down into the valley yet never since she opened her eyes has she given me one unselfish thought at times I look at her I wonder if she can be my child except Jason he has never given me one moment’s sorrow since I first held him in my arms I knew then that he was to be my joy and my salvation I thought that Benjamin was punishment enough for any sins I have committed I thought he was my punishment for putting aside my pride and marrying a man who held himself above me I don’t complain I loved him above all of them because of it because my duty though Jason pulling at my heart all the while but I see now that I have not suffered enough I see now that I must pay for your sins as well as mine what have you done what sins have your high and mighty people visited upon me but you’ll take up for them you always have found excuses for your own blood only Jason can do wrong because he is more Bascomb than Compson while your own daughter my little daughter my baby girl she is she is no better than that when I was a girl I was unfortunate I was only a Bascomb I was taught that there is no halfway ground that a woman is either a lady or not but I never dreamed when I held her in my arms that any daughter of mine could let herself don’t you know I can look at her eyes and tell you may think she’d tell you but she doesn’t tell things she is secretive you don’t know her I know things she’s done that I’d die before I’d have you know that’s it go on criticise Jason accuse me of setting him to watch her as if it were a crime while your own daughter can I know you don’t love him that you wish to believe faults against him you never have yes ridicule him as you always have Maury you cannot hurt me any more than your children already have and then I’ll be gone and Jason with no one to love him shield him from this I look at him every day dreading to see this Compson blood beginning to show in him at last with his sister slipping out to see what do you call it then have you ever laid eyes on him will you even let me try to find out who he is it’s not for myself I couldn’t bear to see him it’s for your sake to protect you but who can fight against bad blood you won’t let me try we are to sit back with our hands folded while she not only drags your name in the dirt but corrupts the very air your children breathe Jason you must let me go away I cannot stand it let me have Jason and you keep the others they’re not my flesh and blood like he is strangers nothing of mine and I am afraid of them I can take Jason and go where we are not known I’ll go down on my knees and pray for the absolution of my sins that he may escape this curse try to forget that the others ever were.
我到底造了什么孽呀。老天爷竟然让我生下这样的孩子一个班吉明已经够我受的了现在又出了她的事她对自己的亲娘哪里有一点点感情我为她吃了多少苦头为她操心着她打算作出了一切牺牲可以说是掉到了深渊的最底层可是打从她一生下来扒开眼皮起就没有不存私心地给我着想过一次有时候我瞧着池心里不由得要纳闷她是不是真是我肚子怀的杰生才是我的亲骨肉呢打我头一回把他抱在怀里起他就从来没让我伤过心我当时就知道他是我的喜悦是我的希望我本来以为班吉明已经是对我所犯的罪孽的够沉重的惩罚了他来讨债是因为我自卑自贱嫁给一个自以为高我一等的男人这我不怪谁我爱班吉明超过别的孩子原因就在于此因为这是我的罪责虽然杰生始终揪着我的心可是现在我知道我的罪还没有受够现在我知道我不但得力自己赎罪而且还得为你犯下的过错赎罪为了你的所作所为为了你们这些高贵伟大的人物给我留下的罪孽可是你是要为这些事承担责任的你总会给你的亲骨血的过错找到借口的错的总是只有杰生因为与其说他是康普生家的还不如说是巴斯康家的其实你自己的女儿我的小女儿我的宝贝小妞 唉她也她也不见得高明当我是个姑娘家的时候我当然没有你那么有福气我只不过是个姓巴斯康的我受到的家教是这样的对于一个女人来说没有什么中间道路要就是当一个规规矩矩的女人要就是不当可是凯蒂一点点小我把她抱在怀里的时候我做梦也没有想到她会让自己贱到这样的地步你不知道吗我只消看着她的眼睛便可以知道真相你也许以为她会跟你说可是她是不会说的她诡秘得很你们不了解她的脾气我知道她干了什么好事这些事情与其告诉你我还不如死了呢真实的情况就是这样好吧你怪杰生吧指责我派他去监视她吧好象这样做真有什么不对似的可是你却放任你自己的女儿我知道你不爱杰生你一听人家说他的坏话总是相信是的你没有象以前老是嘲笑毛莱那样地嘲笑他你再也不能伤害我了你的儿女已经对我伤害得够厉害的了反正我也快离开人世了就是杰生没有人爱他没有人保护他我每天看他单怕康普生家的特征终于会在他身上显露出来这期间他姐姐溜出去会她那个你们叫什么来着你看见过那人没有你甚至都不让我去查明那人是谁这倒不是为了我我看都不想看他这是为了你是为了保护你可是你都不让我试着办那么谁来保护你那高贵纯洁的血统呢咱们光是交 叉着手老老实实地坐着可她呢不仅败坏你的名声而且也污染了你的孩子们所呼吸的空气杰生①你必须让我走我受不了啦让我带杰生走其他几个留在你身边他们不是我的亲骨肉可杰生是的他们是陌生人与我没一点儿关系我真怕他们我可以带杰生到没人认得我们的地方去我要跪下来祈祷请求赦免我的罪愈好让杰生逃避这种灾害并且忘掉别的孩子曾经犯过。（注：①此处的杰生指的是康普生先生，下面指的是其次子。）（这一大段话是康警生太太与其丈夫吵嘴时的自我辩白。）
The car came up and stopped. The bells were still ringing the half hour. I got on and it went on again, blotting the half hour. No: the three quarters. Then it would be ten minutes anyway. To leave Harvard your mother’s dream for sold Benjy’s pasture for.
电车开近了停了下来。空中还在回荡着报半点钟的钟声。我上了车，车又继续齐了，车声盖过了报半点钟的钟声。不，是报三刻的钟声。这么说离十二点也就只有十分钟光景了。要离开哈佛①你母亲的梦想是让你进哈佛因此得卖掉班吉的牧场。（注：①昆丁想到坎布里奇郊外的阿尔斯顿（Alston）去，为此搭上一辆电车离开哈佛。）
If that was the three quarters, not over ten minutes now. One car had just left, and people were already waiting for the next one. I asked, but he didn’t know whether another one would leave before noon or not because you’d think that interurbans. So the first one was another trolley. I got on. You can feel noon. I wonder if even miners in the bowels of the earth. That’s why whistles: because people that sweat, and if just far enough from sweat you won’t hear whistles and in eight minutes you should be that far from sweat in Boston. Father said a man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired, but then time is your misfortune Father said. A gull on an invisible wire attached through space dragged. You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity. Then the wings are bigger Father said only who can play a harp.
如果方才那声钟声是报三刻的，那么现在离十二点十分钟也不到了。一辆车刚开走，已经有人在等下一辆了。我问那人，可是他也不知道正午以前是否还会开出一辆，因为那是城镇之间的区间车，不会有那么多。现在离站的又是一辆无轨电车。我跳了上去①。你可以感觉到正午马上要来临了。我不知道在地底下的矿工是否也感觉得到。这正是要拉汽笛的原因！因为人们在流汗，要是离开流汗的地方相当远你就不会听到汽笛声在八分钟之内你就会到达不用流汗的波士顿。父亲说，人者，无非是其不幸之总和而已。你以为有朝一日不幸会感到厌倦，可是到那时，时间又变成了你的不幸了，这也是父亲说的。一只系在一根无形的线上的海鸥在空中给拖了过去。你呢，你拖着你幻灭的象征进入永恒。接着羽翼显得一点点变大了父亲说只有这样的人才能弹奏竖琴②。（注：①昆丁想到郊外去，但是中午快到了，区间公共汽车看样子还不会来。昆丁怕听正午的汽笛声，便跳上一辆马上要驶高车站的电车。②据福克纳作品的铨注者解释，“弹奏竖琴”象征死亡。）
I could hear my watch whenever the car stopped, but not often they were already eating Who would play a Eating the business of eating inside of you space too space and time confused Stomach saying noon brain saying eat o’clock All right I wonder what time it is what of it. People were getting out. The trolley didn’t stop so often now, emptied by eating.
电车每停一回我就能听到我的表声，只是停下来的次数并不算多人们已经在吃饭才能弹奏。吃饭关于吃饭的亭你肚子里也存在着空间空间与时间搅乱了、肚子说中午到了大脑说是吃饭的时候了。好吧。我都不知道是什么时候了不过那又有什么关系呢。人们都从办公室走出来。无轨电车现在停得不那么频繁了，人们都下车吃饭，车子里空荡荡的。
Then it was past. I got off and stood in my shadow and after a while a car came along and I got on and went back to the interurban station. There was a car ready to leave, and I found a seat next the window and it started and I watched it sort of frazzle out into slack tide flats, and then trees. Now and then I saw the river and I thought how nice it would be for them down at New London if the weather and Gerald’s shell going solemnly up the glinting forenoon and I wondered what the old woman would be wanting now, sending me a note before ten o’clock in the morning. What picture of Gerald I to be one of the Dalton Ames oh asbestos Quentin has shot background. Something with girls in it. Women do have always his voice above the gabble voice that breathed an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves. Plain girls. Remote cousins and family friends whom mere acquaintanceship invested with a sort of blood obligation noblesse oblige. And she sitting there telling us before their faces what a shame it was that Gerald should have all the family looks because a man didn’t need it, was better off without it but without it a girl was simply lost. Telling us about Gerald’s women in a Quentin has shot Herbert he shot his voice through the floor of Caddy’s room tone of smug approbation. “When he was seventeen I said to him one day ‘What a shame that you should have a mouth like that it should be on a girl’s face’ and can you imagine the curtains leaning in on the twilight upon the odor of the apple tree her head against the twilight her arms behind her head kimono-winged the voice that breathed o’er eden clothes upon the bed by the nose seen above the apple what he said? just seventeen, mind. ‘Mother’ he said ‘it often is’.” And him sitting there in attitudes regal watching two or three of them through his eyelashes. They gushed like swallows swooping his eyelashes. Shreve said he always had Are you going to look after Benjy and Father
现在十二点肯定过了，我跳下车在我的影子上站了一会儿过了片刻来了一辆车我跳上车回到区间车站①。正好有一辆车马上要开走，我在车窗边找了个座位车子启动了我看着车子困倦地驶过一排排退潮时露出来的沙洲，驶进了树林。我偶尔也能瞥见那条河我想在下游新伦敦的那些人该有多好如果天气和吉拉德的小艇在闪闪发光的午前陽光中庄严地前进这时我又纳闷起来那个老太婆这回又想干什么呢，居然在早上十点钟以前给我送来一张字条。吉拉德成了什么形象居然我成了达尔顿·艾密司哦石棉昆丁开了一槍②他周围的一个人物。反正是跟女孩子们有关系的事。女人们的确有他的声音总是压过那上气不接下气的说话声③罪恶总是有一种亲和力④，她们相信女人都是靠不住的，而某些男人又过于天真保护不了自己。是些平凡的女孩子嘛。都是些远亲与世交，只消和她们打打交 道，身份高些的人就仿佛欠了她们什么亲戚情份似的。而布兰特太太也就坐在那儿当着她们的脸告诉我们，吉拉德的脸具有他们家的全部特征，老天爷的安排真太不象活，因为男人是不用长得太漂亮的，不漂亮反而更好，可是女孩子家要是不漂亮可就完了。她用一种洋洋自得的赞许声调昆丁朝赫伯特开了一槍他的声音直穿过凯蒂房间的地板给我们讲吉拉德那些情妇的事。“他十六岁那年有一天我跟他说，那张嘴长在你脸上真是可惜了的，应该长在一个姑娘家的脸上才对，你们能想象在朦胧的光线中窗帘随着苹果花的香气飘了进来她的头在微光中斜斜地靠着两只穿睡袍的胳膊反扣在脑袋后面那声音响彻在伊甸园的上空新娘的衣服放在床 上她鼻子旁边从苹果树上看去⑤他怎么说的？才十六岁，你们记住这一点。‘妈妈，’他说，‘事情总是这样的。’”那时吉拉德摆出一副居高临下的姿态透过眼睫毛瞧着两三个姑娘。而那几个姑娘的眼光也一个劲地象燕子一样直向他眼睫毛扑去。施里夫说他一直纳闷你会照顾班吉和父亲吗⑥？（注：①昆丁避开了正午的汽笛声之后，坐上回头车。②想起去夏自己在桥上与达尔顿·文密司斗殴的情形。③又想起凯蒂结婚前夕自己与凯蒂谈话的情景。④又回到目前，想到布兰特太太如何装腔作势，摆出一副贵族气派。⑤昆丁回忆起凯蒂结婚前夕自己和凯蒂在她的卧室里的一次谈话。⑥仍然是昆丁与凯蒂的谈话。）
The less you say about Benjy and Father the better when have you ever considered them Caddy
你最好少提班吉和父亲你什么时候关怀过他们凯蒂！
Promise
答应我！
Promise I’m sick you’ll have to promise wondered who invented that joke but then he always had considered Mrs Bland a remarkably preserved woman he said she was grooming Gerald to seduce a duchess sometime. She called Shreve that fat Canadian youth twice she arranged a new room-mate for me without consulting me at all, once for me to move out, once for He opened the door in the twilight. His face looked like a pumpkin pie.
答应我我身子不舒服呢你一定得答应不知道是谁发明这个笑话的①不过他一直认为布兰特太太是个保养得很好的女人他说她正在培养吉拉德有朝一日去勾引 一位女公爵呢。她管施里夫叫“那个加拿大小胖子”，两次她根本不跟我商量就要撤换我同宿舍的人，一次她要我搬出去，另一次他在朦胧的微光中打开了门。他的脸象只南瓜馅儿饼。（注：①这一句接上页末一行的前半句“施里夫说他一直纳闷”。）
You needn’t worry about them you’re getting out in good shape
你用不着为他们操心你这一回事情办得挺顺利！
“What are you talking about?”
“你乱七八糟的说些什么呀？”
“I’m talking about cruel fate in eight yards of apricot silk and more metal pound for pound than a galley slave and the sole owner and proprietor of the unchallenged peripatetic john of the late Confederacy.” Then he told me how she had gone to the proctor to have him moved out and how the proctor had revealed enough low stubbornness to insist on consulting Shreve first. Then she suggested that he send for Shreve right off and do it, and he wouldn’t do that, so after that she was hardly civil to Shreve. “I make it a point never to speak harshly of females,” Shreve said, “but that woman has got more ways like a bitch than any lady in these sovereign states and dominions.” and now Letter on the table by hand, command orchid scented colored If she knew I had passed almost beneath the window knowing it there without My dear Madam I have not yet had an opportunity of receiving your communication but I beg in advance to be excused today or yesterday and tomorrow or when As I remember that the next one is to be how Gerald throws his nigger downstairs and how the nigger plead to be allowed to matriculate in the divinity school to be near master master Gerald and How he ran all the way to the station beside the carriage with tears in his eyes when master Gerald rid away I will wait until the day for the one about the sawmill husband came to the kitchen door with a shotgun Gerald went down and bit the gun in two and handed it back and wiped his hands on a silk handkerchief threw the handkerchief in the stove I’ve only heard that one twice shot him through the I saw you come in here so I watched my chance and came along thought we might get acquainted have a cigar.
“我说的是那位残酷的命运之神，她身上裹的杏黄丝绸足足有八码长，戴的一磅磅的金属首饰比罗马楼船上划桨的奴隶身上的枷锁还要重，她又是从前的‘同盟派’那位不同凡响的大思想家她那宝贝儿子的唯一的拥有者和产业主。”接着施里夫告诉我她如何到舍监那里去要舍监把他轰出我的房间，而那个舍监倒显出了某种下等人的牛劲儿，坚持要先跟施里夫本人商量。接着她又提出要他马上派人去把施里夫叫来当场通知施里夫，舍监也不愿这样做，所以后来她对施里夫简直是一点也不客气。“我一向抱定宗旨不说女人的坏话，”施里夫说，“可是这位太太真不愧为贵合众国与敝自治领①最最不要脸的母狗。”而现在，她纤手亲书的信就放在桌上，发出了兰花的色泽与芳香。如果她知道我几乎就在我房间的窗子下经过知道信就在里面却不。伯母大人敬禀者②晚迄今尚未有幸捧诵惠书然晚愿先期请求鉴谅因晚今日或昨日或明日或任何一回。我所记得的另一件事是吉拉德如何把他的黑种仆人推下楼去那黑人苦苦哀求希望让他在神学院注一个册这样就可以待在他的主人吉拉德少爷身边了。那黑人又是如何一路热泪盈眶跟在吉拉德少爷的马车边跑呀跑呀一直跑到火车站。我还要等一直等到他们再讲那个锯木厂的丈夫的故事却说那个戴绿头巾的拿了支猎槍来到厨房门口吉拉德从楼上下来一下子把槍折成两段把它还给王八丈夫掏出一条丝手帕来擦了擦手顺手把手帕扔进火炉。这个故事我只听过两遍声音直扑他的我方才看见你上这儿来了所以我找了个机会来这儿我想我们不妨认识一下来支雪茄如何③。（注：①指美国与加拿大。②昆丁在想象自己给布兰特太太写回信。③又想起与赫伯特·海德见面那天（1910年4月23日）的情形。昆丁坐赫伯特·海德的汽车回到家中。赫伯特找了个机会来到书房，与昆丁单独谈话。）
“Well, I’ll say a fond farewell. Cruel fate may part us, but I will never love another. Never.”
“好了，我要跟你好聚好散了。残酷的命运之神也许会把我们拆散，可是我再也不会爱别人了。永远不会了。”
Thanks I’ve heard a lot I guess your mother won’t mind if I put the match behind the screen will she a lot about you Candace talked about you all the time up there at the Licks I got pretty jealous I says to myself who is this Quentin anyway I must see what this animal looks like because I was hit pretty hard see soon as I saw the little girl I don’t mind telling you it never occurred to me it was her brother she kept talking about she couldn’t have talked about you any more if you’d been the only man in the world husband wouldn’t have been in it you won’t change your mind and have a smoke
谢谢我听到过很多关于你的事我想若是我把这根火柴扔在屏风后面你母亲大概不会在乎的吧你说呢凯丹斯在里克的时候整天整天都谈你的事我都吃醋了我对自己说这个昆丁到底是谁呢我一定要看看这畜生长得什么模样因为我一见到那个小妞 儿可以说真是一见钟情明白吗我想告诉你也没有什么关系我怎么也没有料到她不断提到的男人原来就是她的哥哥如果世界上只有你这么一个男人她提的次数也不会更多一些做丈夫的更不在话下了你真的不想抽烟吗？
In that case I won’t insist even though it is a pretty fair weed cost me twenty-five bucks a hundred wholesale friend of in Havana yes I guess there are lots of changes up there I keep promising myself a visit but I never get around to it been hitting the ball now for ten years I can’t get away from the bank during school fellow’s habits change things that seem important to an undergraduate you know tell me about things up there
既然如此我也就不便勉强了不过这种雪茄烟草挺不错的一百支要二十五块钱呢这还是批发价格在哈瓦那有熟人是啊我想学校里准是有了不少变化我老是许愿说一定去看看可总是怎么也抽不出时间十年来我一直在拼命奋斗我离不开银行在学校的时候有人出于旧习惯做了些学生认为是非常不体面的事你明白吗①告诉我哈佛有什么消息。（注：①赫伯特·海德猜想昆丁知道他在哈佛的劣迹（打牌作弊 与考试作弊），吞吞吐吐地暗示昆丁不要告诉康普生先生和夫人。）
Thanks I don’t smoke
谢谢我不会抽烟！
No things must have changed up there since my day mind if I light up
不抽吗自从我离开之后哈佛的变化准是很大吧我点火你不介意吧？
Help yourself
不要客气。
I don’t smoke
我是不会抽烟的。
Keep your shirt on I’m not trying to make you tell anything you don’t want to meant no offense of course a young fellow like you would consider a thing of that sort a lot more serious than you will in five years. I don’t know but one way to consider cheating I don’t think I’m likely to learn different at Harvard.
用不着暴跳如雷的我又不想让你替我说什么你不想说的话我没有跟你过不去的意思当然啦象你这样的年轻人自然会把这样的事看得过于严重不过五年之后你就对于欺诈行为我不知道还有什么别的看法我相信我在哈佛也不会学到别的看法。
Not going to tell not going to oh that that’s what you are talking about is it you understand that I don’t give a damn whether you tell or not understand that a thing like that unfortunate but no police crime I wasn’t the first or the last I was just unlucky you might have been luckier
不会告诉不会告诉哦这可是你说的是不是你知道吗我才不在乎你说还是不说呢明白吗出了这样的事够倒霉的不过到底不是什么刑事罪我不是头一个也不是末一个干这样的事的人我只不过是运气不佳罢了你可能比我运气好。
We’re better than a play you must have made the Dramat well you’re right no need to tell them we’ll let bygones be bygones eh no reason why you and I should let a little thing like that come between us I like you Quentin I like your appearance you don’t look like these other hicks I’m glad we’re going to hit it off like this I’ve promised your mother to do something for Jason but I would like to give you a hand too Jason would be just as well off here but there’s no future in a hole like this for a young fellow like you
咱们俩的对话真的比一台戏还要精采你准是参加过剧社的哦你说得对的确没有必要告诉老人家过去的事咱们就让它过去吧啊咱们两人没有理由为区区小事闹得不欢而散我喜欢你昆丁我一看到你的模样就喜欢你跟那些土老儿不一样我很高兴咱们能这样一见如故我答应过你母亲拉杰生一把但我也很愿意帮帮你的忙杰生在这里也一样会得发的不过对于象你这样一位少年俊杰来说呆在这个闭塞的鬼地方是混不出名堂来的。
I’m not going to tell Father and Mother if that’s what you are getting at
我是不会告诉父亲和母亲的如果你想说的就是这一点。
You lie
你胡说八道！
Thanks you’d better stick to Jason he’d suit you better than I would
谢谢你的谬奖不过你还是把眷爱集中在杰生一个人的身上吧他比我更对你的口味。
I’m sorry about that business but a kid like I was then I never had a mother like yours to teach me the finer points it would just hurt her unnecessarily to know it yes you’re right no need to that includes Candace of course
我那件事是做得不大妙我也很后悔不过我那会儿还是个孩子我又从小没有母亲不象你有那么好的母亲来教你什么是良好的行为如果让她知道了徒然会伤她的心是的你说得对是没有必要当然凯丹斯也包皮括在内。
I said Mother and Father
我方才说的是母亲和父亲
Look here take a look at me how long do you think you’d last with me
喂我说你好好瞧我一眼你想你若是和我打架你能坚持多久
Try and see
你倒试试看
I won’t have to last long if you learned to fight up at school too try and see how long I would
我是不用坚持多久的如果你也在学校里学过斗拳的话你倒试试看看我能坚持多久
You damned little what do you think you’re getting at
你这该死的小畜生你知道你在干什么吗
My God the cigar what would your mother say if she found a blister on her mantel just in time too look here Quentin we’re about to do something we’ll both regret I like you liked you as soon as I saw you I says he must be a damned good fellow whoever he is or Candace wouldn’t be so keen on him listen I’ve been out in the world now for ten years things don’t matter so much then you’ll find that out let’s you and I get together on this thing sons of old Harvard and all I guess I wouldn’t know the place now best place for a young fellow in the world I’m going to send my sons there give them a better chance than I had wait don’t go yet let’s discuss this thing a young man gets these ideas and I’m all for them does him good while he’s in school forms his character good for tradition the school but when he gets out into the world he’ll have to get his the best way he can because he’ll find that everybody else is doing the same thing and be damned to here let’s shake hands and let bygones be bygones for your mother’s sake remember her health come on give me your hand here look at it it’s just out of convent look not a blemish not even been creased yet see here
我的天哪雪茄要是你母亲发现她的壁炉架上烫起了一个泡她会说什么幸亏还发现得早我说昆丁咱们马上要干出以后两个人都会感到后悔的事了我喜欢你我第一眼见到你时就喜欢上你了我跟自个儿说不管他是谁他准是个蛮不错的小伙子不然的话凯丹斯怎么这么对他念念不忘呢听着我进社会闯荡已经有十年了人们再也不会把事情看得那么严重了你自己也会发现的就让咱们在这件事上采取一致的步调吧都是老哈佛的小伙子嘛我估计我现在真的要认不出我的母校了对于年轻人来说那真是世界上最好的地方了我以后要让我的儿子都去上哈佛让他们可以比我享有更好的机会等一等先别走咱们先把这事说完了一个年轻人能有这样的道德原则这很好嘛我是完全赞成的这对他有好处在他上学的时候这样做可以培养他的性格这对保持学校的传统也是有必要的可是等他进入社会之后他就必须为自己打出一条血路因为他将发现每一个人都是这么干的什么道德原则去他娘的吧好吧让我们握握手做朋友吧过去的事就不要提啦为了你的母亲别忘了她的身体不是不大好吗来吧把手伸给我吧你瞧瞧这个跟刚从修道院出来的修女一样瞧一点污点都没有连皱痕都没有拿去呀
I’ve heard that too keep your damned money
我早就知道了把你的臭钱拿回去
No no come on I belong to the family now see I know how it is with a young fellow he has lots of private affairs it’s always pretty hard to get the old man to stump up for I know haven’t I been there and not so long ago either but now I’m getting married and all specially up there come on don’t be a fool listen when we get a chance for a real talk I want to tell you about a little widow over in town
不要这样嘛拿吧我现在也是你们家的一员了明白吗我了解年轻人年轻人嘛总有自己的私事要老人拿钱出来真比要挖他的肉还难我是知道的我念过哈佛而且还是没几年以前的事只是我马上要办婚事花销很大再说还要应付楼上那些人拿着吧别傻了听我说等我们有机会长谈时我要告诉你镇上有个小寡妇
To hell with your money
谁要你的臭钱
Call it a loan then just shut your eyes a minute and you’ll be fifty
就算是借给你的还不成吗你一眨眼就会变成个五十岁的老头儿的
Tell and be damned then see what it gets you if you were not a damned fool you’d have seen that I’ve got them too tight for any half-baked Galahad of a brother your mother’s told me about your sort with your head swelled up come in oh come in dear Quentin and I were just getting acquainted talking about Harvard did you want me can’t stay away from the old man can she
要是说出去那就对你不起了如果你不是一个大傻瓜那你就会看到后果将会如何你也会看到我对他们功夫做得非常到家任凭哪个不懂事的边拉赫①式的小舅子怎么说坏话也不打紧你母亲告诉过我你们康普生家都是那种自命不凡的人进来哦进来呀亲爱的②昆丁和我刚刚认识咱们在聊哈佛的事呢你是找我吗你瞧她一刻儿都离不开她的好情人 是不是（注：①英国亚述王传说中的骑士，心地高贵、正直。②这时凯蒂在门口出现了。）
Keep your hands off of me you’d better get that cigar off the mantel
你别碰我你最好快把壁炉架上那支雪茄拿开
Go out a minute Herbert I want to talk to Quentin
你先出去一会儿赫伯特我要跟昆丁谈一件事
Not that blackguard Caddy
别嫁给这个坏蛋凯蒂
Caddy you’ve got fever You’re sick how are you sick
凯蒂你好象在发烧你病了你是怎么得病的
What are you up to now
你又在忙什么啦
Well
喂
Oh stop that save that for day after tomorrow
唉别来这一套了等后天再说吧
You’d better take that cigar off the mantel
走吧赫伯特出去一会儿
You’re meddling in my business again didn’t you get enough of that last summer
你又在插手管我的闲事了去年夏天你还管得不够吗
Now and then the river glinted beyond things in sort of swooping glints, across noon and after. Good after now, though we had passed where he was still pulling upstream majestical in the face of god gods. Better. Gods. God would be canaille too in Boston in Massachusetts. Or maybe just not a husband. The wet oars winking him along in bright winks and female palms. Adulant. Adulant if not a husband he’d ignore God. That blackguard, Caddy The river glinted away beyond a swooping curve.
那条河有时越过种种阻碍物闪烁出微微的光芒，直向人们扑来，穿越过正午和午后的空气。①嗯，现在准是已经过了正午了，虽然我们已经驶过了他还在划着船努力地逆流而上的地方，他堂而皇之地面对着神，不，是众神。一到波士顿，一到马萨诸塞州，连神也变成一帮一伙的了。也许仅仅是算不上个丈夫吧。潮湿的桨一路上向他挤眼，金光灿烂的，象女性手掌的挥动。马屁精。一个马屁精如果不能算是丈夫的活，他会疏忽冷落上帝的。这个混蛋，凯蒂。在一处突然拐弯的地方河流反射出了金光。（注：①昆丁的思路又从与赫伯特·悔德见面的那一天（1910年4月23日）跳到凯蒂结婚的前夕（1910年4月24日）。昆丁以为他妹妹有病，其实凯蒂是怀了两个月的身孕。）
Right as usual my boy then I’ll toddle along let them order you around while they can Quentin after day after tomorrow it’ll be pretty please to the old man won’t it dear give us a kiss honey.
那好吧我看你是要和你这好哥哥再叙谈叙谈是吧。你最好把壁炉架上的雪茄拿走，遵命遵命我的孩子那我可要颠儿了由她们神气活现地摆布吧昆丁等到后天一过那就要听鄙人我的罗是不是亲爱的好好吻我一下宝贝儿
I’ll want interest then don’t let Quentin do anything he can’t finish oh by the way did I tell Quentin the story about the man’s parrot and what happened to it a sad story remind me of that think of it yourself ta-ta see you in the funny paper
那我可要利上加利利上滚利的噢别让昆丁干他不能胜任的事噢对了我还没有告诉昆丁那个男人养的鹦鹉的事呢它的遭遇真是一个悲惨的故事啊让我想起你自己也好好想想再见再见回头见
Well
喂
Nothing
没什么
Shot his voice through the
他的声音直穿过
Come in come in let’s all have a gabfest and get acquainted I was just telling Quentin Go on Herbert go out a while Well all right then I suppose you and bubber do want to see one another once more eh
进来进来咱们一块儿随便聊聊熟悉熟悉我刚才在告诉昆丁
I’m just sick. I can’t ask.
我病了就是了。我又不能求人。
Sick how are you sick
病了吗你怎么会病的
I’m sick you’ll have to promise
我病了你一定得答应我
I’m just sick I can’t ask anybody yet promise you will
我就是病了我又不能去求别人你可得答应我你会照应的
The car stopped. I got off, into the middle of my shadow. A road crossed the track. There was a wooden marquee with an old man eating something out of a paper bag, and then the car was out of hearing too. The road went into trees, where it would be shady, but June foliage in New England not much thicker than April at home. I could see a smoke stack. I turned my back to it, tramping my shadow into the dust. There was something terrible in me sometimes at night I could see it grinning at me I could see it through them grinning at me through their faces it’s gone now and I’m sick.
车子停住了。我下了车，站在我的影子上。有一条马路穿过电车轨道。车站上有个木头的候车亭，里面有个老头儿从纸包皮里不知摸出什么东西在吃，这时车子已经走远，听不见车子的声音了。那条马路延伸到树林里去，到了那里就会有凉荫了，不过新英格兰六月里的树荫还不如密西西比州老家四月的浓呢。我看得见前面有个大烟囱。我转过身子背对着它，把自己的影子踩到尘土里去。我身子里有一样可怕的东西①黑夜里有时我可以看到它露出牙齿对着我狞笑我可以看到它透过人们透过人们的脸对我狞笑它现在不见了可是我病了。（注：①又回到“现实”之中。②写凯蒂结婚前夕，家中派汽车去火车站接亲友的情景。又写昆丁想起家庭全盛时期，遇到喜庆时连理发师、美容师都一起接来的情景。）
If they need any looking after it’s because of you how are you sick Under the window we could hear the car leaving for the station, the 8:10 train. To bring back cousins. Heads. Increasing himself head by head but not barbers. Manicure girls. We had a blood horse once. In the stable yes, but under leather a cur. Quentin has shot all of their voices through the floor of Caddy’s room
如果他们需要照顾也只是因为没有了你你是怎么得病的在窗子下面，我们听到了汽车开往火车站的声音，接八点十分的火车。把三姑六婆接来。都是人头。人头攒动，却不见有理发师一起来。也没有修指甲的姑娘。②我们以前有一匹纯种马。养在马厩里，是的，可是一套到皮轭具底下却成了一条杂种狗。昆丁让自己的声音压过各种别的声音穿过凯蒂房间的地板
Yes I can after that it’ll be all right it won’t matter don’t let them send him to Jackson promise
不我能的结婚以后就会好的就会不要紧了你可别让人家把他遇到杰克进去答应我②
Don’t touch me.
别碰我。
What does it look like Caddy
那东西究竟是什么模样凯蒂
That that grins at you that thing through them
那个东西那个透过人们对你狞笑的东西
What
什么东西
Don’t touch me just promise
别碰我只不过你要答应我
Caddy
凯蒂
I could still see the smoke stack. That’s where the water would be, healing out to the sea and the peaceful grottoes. Tumbling peacefully they would, and when He said Rise only the flat irons. When Versh and I hunted all day we wouldn’t take any lunch, and at twelve o’clock I’d get hungry. I’d stay hungry until about one, then all of a sudden I’d even forget that I wasn’t hungry anymore. The street lamps go down the hill then heard the car go down the hill. The chair-arm flat cool smooth under my forehead shaping the chair the apple tree leaning on my hair above the eden clothes by the nose seen You’ve got fever I felt it yesterday it’s like being near a stove.
我仍然看得见那个大烟囱。河一定就在那个方向，流向大海，通向安宁的洞扇。它们会平静地落进水里，当他③说起来吧对只有那两只熨斗会浮起来。从前我和威尔许出去打一整天的猎，我们根本不带午饭，到十二点钟我觉得肚子饿了。我一直要饿到一点钟左右，然后突然之间我甚至都忘了我已经不觉得饿了。街灯沿着坡伸延到山下接着听到汽车驶下山去的声音。④椅子的扶手凉丝丝地平滑地贴在我的额前形成了椅子的模样苹果树斜罩在我的头发上在伊甸园的上空衣服在鼻子旁边看见你有热度我昨天摸到的就象火炉一样烫。（注：①想到凯蒂结婚前夕在卧室里对他讲自己做了个恶梦。②凯蒂很爱小弟弟班吉，不愿人们在她结婚走开后把他送到州府杰克逊的疯人院里去。③指耶稣。④又回到结婚前夕，汽车去火车站接亲友的事。）
Don’t touch me don’t touch me
你别碰我你别碰我
I promise Caddy Caddy
我答应你凯蒂凯蒂
If you’re sick you cant
如果你病了你就更不能
Caddy you can’t do it if you are sick. That blackguard.
凯蒂你可不能结婚你有病啊。那个流氓。
At last I couldn’t see the smoke stack. The road went beside a wall. Trees leaned over the wall, sprayed with sunlight. The stone was cool. Walking near it you could feel the coolness. Only our country was not like this country. There was something about just walking through it. A kind of still and violent fecundity that satisfied even bread-hunger like. Flowing around you, not brooding and nursing every niggard stone. Like it were put to makeshift for enough green to go around among the trees and even the blue of distance not that rich chimaera. told me the bone would have to be broken again and inside me it began to say Ah Ah Ah and I began to sweat. What do I care I know what a broken leg is all it is it won’t be anything I’ll just have to stay in the house a little longer that’s all and my jaw-muscles getting numb and my mouth saying Wait Wait just a minute through the sweat ah ah ah behind my teeth and Father damn that horse damn that horse. Wait it’s my fault. He came along the fence every morning with a basket toward the kitchen dragging a stick along the fence every morning I dragged myself to the window cast and all and laid for him with a piece of coal Dilsey said you going to ruin yourself ain’t you got no mo sense than that not fo days since you bruck hit. Wait I’ll get used to it in a minute wait just a minute I’ll get
我终于看不到大烟囱了。现在路沿着一面墙向前延伸。树木压在墙头上，树冠上洒满了陽光。石头是凉荫荫的，你走近时可以感到凉气逼人，不过我们那几的乡下跟这儿的不一样。只要在田野里走一走你就会有这种感觉。你身边似乎有一种静静的却又是猛烈的滋生能力，可以充分满足永恒的饥饿感。它在你周围流溢，并不停留下来哺育每一块不毛的石子。象是权且给每棵树木分得一些苍翠，为远处平添一些蔚蓝，不过却对实力雄厚的喷火女妖毫无帮助。医生告诉我还得再把骨头弄断我身体里已经在呀呀呀地喊疼了也开始冒汗了。我才不在乎呢腿断了是什么滋味我早就领教过了其实也没什么大不了无非是再在家里多呆些时候罢了我下颚的肌肉开始酸麻我嘴里在说等一等再等一分钟我一边说一边在冒汗我透过牙缝发出呀呀呀的声音而父亲说那匹马真该死那匹马真该死。等一等这是我自己不好。他②每天早上挎着一个篮子沿着栅栏向厨房走来一路上用根棍子在栅栏上刮出声音我每天早上拖着身子来到窗前腿上还带着石膏绷带什么的我为他特地添上一块煤迪尔西说你不想活啦你到底有没有脑子你跌断腿才不过四天哪。你等一等我马上就会习惯的你就等我一分钟我会习惯（注：②这里的“他”是昆丁小时候的黑人朋友，就是下面提到的打负鼠的能手路易斯·赫彻尔，也就是后来教凯蒂开汽车的那个路易斯。）
I’ve got to marry somebody. Then they told me the bone would have to be broken again
我非得嫁人不可。接着他们告诉我还得再把骨头弄断①（注：①昆丁想起小时候有一次从马上堕下摔断了腿的事。）
“Dat’s whut you says,” Louis said. “Watter kin git des ez high en wet in Jefferson ez hit kin in Pennsylvaney, I reckon. Hit’s de folks dat says de high watter can’t git dis fur dat comes floatin out on de ridge-pole, too.”
“这是你的说法，”路易斯说。“不管在宾夕法尼亚还是在杰弗生，水都是一样深一样湿，这是我的看法。正是那些说大水不会淹得这么远的人，到头来也抱着根梁木在水里漂。”
“I cleant hit a little while back. You member when all dat flood-watter wash dem folks away up yonder? I cleans hit dat ve’y day. Old woman and me settin fo de fire dat night and she say ‘Louis, whut you gwine do ef dat flood git out dis fur?’ and I say ‘Dat’s a fack. I reckon I had better clean dat lantun up.’ So I cleant hit dat night.”
“我不多久以前刚刚擦过。你记得把人们都冲到河里去的那回发大水吗？我就是那天擦它来着。那天晚上，老太婆和我坐在炉火前，她说，‘路易斯，要是大水来到咱们家你打算怎么办？’我就说了，‘这倒是个问题。我看我最好还是把灯擦擦干净吧。’于是那天晚上我就把灯擦干净了。”
Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long. A dog’s voice carries further than a train, in the darkness anyway. And some people’s. Niggers. Louis Hatcher never even used his horn carrying it and that old lantern. I said, “Louis, when was the last time you cleaned that lantern?”
甚至连声音也似乎在这样的空气中停止了传播，仿佛空气已感到疲倦，不愿再运载声音了。一只狗的吠声倒比火车的声音传得更远，至少在黑暗中是这样。有些人的声音也是传得远的。黑人的声音。路易斯·赫彻尔虽说带着号角和那只旧油灯，但是他从来不用那只号角。我说，“路易斯，你有多少时候没擦你的灯了？”
“That flood was way up in Pennsylvania,” I said. “It couldn’t ever have got down this far.”
“那国发大水不是远在宾夕法尼亚州吗？”我说，“怎么会淹到咱们这儿呢？”
“Did you and Martha get out that night?”
“你和玛莎那天晚上逃出来了吗？”
“Yes, suh,” Louis said. “I got plenty light fer possums to see, all right. I ain’t heard none o dem complainin. Hush, now. Dar he. Whooey. Hum awn, dawg.” And we’d sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless October, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dogs and to the echo of Louis’ voice dying away. He never raised it, yet on a still night we have heard it from our front porch. When he called the dogs in he sounded just like the horn he carried slung on his shoulder and never used, but clearer, mellower, as though his voice were a part of darkness and silence, coiling out of it, coiling into it again. WhoOoooo. WhoOoooo. WhoOooooooooooooooo. Got to marry somebody
“是啊，少爷，”路易斯说，“我可没用灯少照负鼠，也没听它们有谁抱怨过说是光线不足。嘘，别吱声。它就在那儿呢。呜——喂②。怎么不哼哼了，这臭狗。”接着我们朝枯叶堆上坐了下去，伴随着我们等待时所发出的缓慢的出气声以及大地和无风的十月天所发出的缓慢的呼吸声，枯叶也轻轻地耳语着，那盏煤油灯的恶臭污染了清新的空气，我们谛听着狗的吠声和路易斯的叫骂声的逐渐消失下去的回声。他虽然从来不提高嗓门，可是在静夜里我们站在前廊上就可以听到他的声音。他唤他的狗进屋时，那声音就象是他挎在肩膀上却从来不用的那只小号吹奏出来似的，只是更清亮，更圆润，那声音就象是黑夜与寂静的一个组成都分，从那里舒张开来，又收缩着口到那里去。呜－噢。呜－噢。呜－噢——噢。我总得嫁人呀③（注：①负鼠（posanm）为北美的一种动物，大小如家猫，长着能吊起身体的尾巴，爱在树上生活。雌鼠常背负幼鼠，故名。美国南方农民每每于秋未冬初携猎狗捕捉负鼠。先由猎狗追踪臭迹，然后猎人用煤油灯（后改为手电筒）照树，借负鼠眼睛反光，寻得负鼠将其摇落。一般都与白薯一起烤熟而食，味似猪肉但更为肥腻。前面提到的号角，是猎人用来召回猎狗的。②这是叫狗的声音。③又回想到凯蒂结婚前夕的那次谈话。）
“What I want to clean hit when dey ain’t no need?”
“没有必要擦它干啥？”
“You mean, until another flood comes along?”
“你的意思是，要等下次发大水再擦罗。”
“Dat’s de troof,” Versh said. “I reckon Unc’ Louis done caught mo possums than aihy man in dis country.”
“这话不假，”威尔许说。“依我看，路易斯大叔逮的负鼠可比地方上谁逮的都多。”
“Yes, suh. You do yo way en I do mine. Ef all I got to do to keep outen de high watter is to clean dis yere lantun, I won’t quoil wid no man.”
“是啊，少爷。你有你的做法，我有我的做法。如果我只要擦擦灯就能避过水灾，我就不愿跟人家拌嘴了。”
“I wuz huntin possums in dis country when dey was still drowndin nits in yo pappy’s head wid coal oil, boy,” Louis said. “Ketchin um, too.”
“我最初在这一带猎负鼠①的时候，人家还在用煤油洗你爸爸头上的虱子蛋和帮他掐虱子呢，孩子，”路易斯说。
“We done jest cat. I cleans dat lantun and me and her sot de balance of de night on top o dat knoll back de graveyard. En ef I’d a knowed of aihy one higher, we’d a been on hit instead.”
“我们前脚出门大水后脚进屋。我反正灯也擦亮了，就和她在那个小山顶上的坟场后面蹲了一夜。要是知道有更高的地方，我们不去才怪呢。”
“And you haven’t cleaned that lantern since then.”
“你那以后就再也没擦过灯？”
“Unc’ Louis wouldn’t ketch nothin wid a light he could see by,” Versh said.
“路易斯大叔是不肯用点亮的灯捕捉动物的，”威尔许说。
“Hit kep us outen dat un.”
“不就是它帮我们逃过了上次大水的吗？”
“Oh, come on, Uncle Louis,” I said.
“嗨，你这人真逗，路易斯大叔，”我说。
You don’t know whose it is then does he know
你都不知道是谁的那他知道吗
Have there been very many Caddy
是有过很多情人 吗凯蒂
I don’t know too many will you look after Benjy and Father
我也不知道人太多了你可以照顾班吉和父亲吗
Don’t touch me will you look after Benjy and Father
别碰我请你照顾班吉和父亲好吗
I began to feel the water before I came to the bridge. The bridge was of gray stone, lichened, dappled with slow moisture where the fungus crept. Beneath it the water was clear and still in the shadow, whispering and clucking about the stone in fading swirls of spinning sky. Caddy that
我还没来到桥边就已经感觉到河水的存在了，这座桥是灰色石块砌的，爬满了地衣，在逐渐洇上来的一块块斑驳处，菌类植物长了出来。桥底下，河水清澈平静，躺在陰影之中，打着越来越缓和的漩涡，映照出旋转的天空，在桥墩周围发出了喃喃声与汩汩声。凯蒂那个
I’ve got to marry somebody Versh told me about a man who mutilated himself. He went into the woods and did it with a razor, sitting in a ditch. A broken razor flinging them backward over his shoulder the same motion complete the jerked skein of blood backward not looping. But that’s not it. It’s not not having them. It’s never to have had them then I could say O That That’s Chinese I don’t know Chinese. And Father said it’s because you are a virgin: don’t you see? Women are never virgins. Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature. It’s nature is hurting you not Caddy and I said That’s just words and he said So is virginity and I said you don’t know. You can’t know and he said Yes. On the instant when we come to realise that tragedy is second-hand.
我总得嫁人呀威尔许告诉过我有个男人是怎么自己弄残废的。他走进树林，坐在一条沟里用一把剃刀干的。随着那把破剃刀一挥，只见那两团 东西往肩膀后面飞去，同一个动作使一股血向后喷溅但是并不打旋。可是问题还不在这里。把它们割去还不解决问题。还得从一开头起就没有它们才行，那样我就可以说噢那个呀那是中国人的方式可我并不认识中国人。于是父亲说这是因为你是一个童男子，你难道不明白吗？女人从来就不是童贞的。纯洁是一种否定状态因而是违反自然的。伤害你的是自然而不是凯蒂，于是我说这都是空话罢了于是他说那么贞操也是空话了于是我说你不了解。你不可能了解于是他说是的。等到我们明白这一点时悲剧已经没有新鲜感了。
I could not see the bottom, but I could see a long way into the motion of the water before the eye gave out, and then I saw a shadow hanging like a fat arrow stemming into the current. Mayflies skimmed in and out of the shadow of the bridge just above the surface. If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame The arrow increased without motion, then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut. The fading vortex drifted away down stream and then I saw the arrow again, nose into the current, wavering delicately to the motion of the water above which the May flies slanted and poised. Only you and me then amid the pointing and the horror walled by the clean flame.
我看不到河底，但是我能看到河里很深的地方，那儿水流在缓缓移动，我往下看，一直到眼睛再也辨认不出什么，接着我看见一个影子象根粗短的箭横梗在水流当中。蜉蝣螃紧贴着水面飞行，一会儿掠进桥影，一会又掠出桥影。这个世界之外真的有一个地狱就好了：纯洁的火焰会使我们两人①超越死亡。到那时你只有我一个人只有我一个人到那时我们两人将处在纯洁的火焰之外的火舌与恐怖当中那支箭没有移动位置却在逐渐变粗，接着一条鳟鱼猛地一扑舐走了一只蜉蝣，动作幅度虽大却轻巧得有如一只大象从地面上卷走一颗花生。逐渐趋于缓和的小旋涡向下游移去，我又看到那支箭了，顺着水流轻轻摆动，头部伸在水流里，蜉蝣在水面上时停时动地翻飞着。到那时只有你和我置身在火舌与恐怖之中四周都是纯洁的火焰。（注：①指他自己与凯蒂。）
Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after a while the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibers waving slow as the motion of sleep. They don’t touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones. And maybe when He says Rise the eyes will come floating up too, out of the deep quiet and the sleep, to look on glory. And after a while the flat irons would come floating up. I hid them under the end of the bridge and went back and leaned on the rail.
桥影落在河面上的地方，我可以看得根深，但是见不到河底。如果你让一片叶子在水里浸得很久叶肉会慢慢烂掉，那细细的纤维就会缓缓摆动仿佛在睡梦中一样。纤维彼此并不接触，尽管它们过去是纠结在一起的，是与叶脉紧紧相连的。也许当他①说起来吧时，那两只眼睛也会从深邃的静谧与沉睡中睁开，浮到水面上来，仰看荣耀之主。再过片刻，那两只熨斗也会浮起来的。我把熨斗藏在一边的桥底下②，然后回到桥上，靠着栏杆。（注：①指耶稣。②昆丁已选定那处地方作为他自杀的地点。）
“They’ve been trying to catch that trout for twenty-five years. There’s a store in Boston offers a twenty-five dollar fishing rod to anybody that can catch him.”
“二十五年来，谁都想逮着它。波士顿有家铺子出了悬赏，谁逮着它就给一根值二十五元的钓竿。”
The trout hung, delicate and motionless among the wavering shadows. Three boys with fishing poles came onto the bridge and we leaned on the rail and looked down at the trout. They knew the fish. He was a neighborhood character.
鳟鱼姿势优美、一动不动地悬在摇曳不定的陰影当中。这时，三个男孩扛着钧竿来到桥上，我们都靠在栏杆上俯视着水里的鳟鱼。他们认得这条鳟鱼。它在这一带肯定是人所共知的角色。
“Yes,” they said. They leaned on the rail, looking down at the trout. “I sure would,” one said.
“想啊，”他们说。三个人都倚在桥栏上，看着水里的那条的鱼。“我当然想要啊，”其中的一个说。
“Maybe they wouldn’t do that,” the first said. “I bet he’d make you take the rod.”
“说不定店里的人不干，”第一个孩子说，“他们准是只肯给钧竿。”
“Why don’t you all catch him, then? Wouldn’t you like to have a twenty-five dollar fishing rod?”
“那你们干吗不逮住它呢？你们就不想要一根二十五元的钓竿吗？”
“You couldn’t get twenty-five dollars for it.”
“你哪能卖得到二十五块钱啊？”
“Then I’d sell it.”
“那我就把它卖了。”
“I wouldn’t take the rod,” the second said. “I’d take the money instead.”
“我倒不想要钓竿，”另一个孩子说。“我情愿要二十五块钱。”
“I’d take what I could get, then. I can catch just as many fish with this pole as I could with a twenty-five dollar one.” Then they talked about what they would do with twenty-five dollars. They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words.
“我能卖多少钱就卖多少钱呗。我用自己这根钓竿，钓的鱼也不会比二十五块的那根少。”接着他们便争起来，若是有了那二十五块钱他们要怎么花。三个人同时开口，谁也不让步，都要压过别人，火气也越来越大，把根本没影儿的事变成影影绰绰的事。接着又把它说成是一种可能，最后竟成为铁一般的事实，人们在表达自己的愿望的时候十之八九都是这样的。
“Yes you would,” the others said.
“你别逗了，”其他两个孩子说。
“I’d buy a horse and wagon,” the second said.
“我要买一匹马和一辆马车，“第二个孩子说。
“That’s all right who it is. I can buy it for twenty-five dollars.”
“是谁你们甭管。我反正用二十五块能买来。”
“I would. I know where I can buy one for twenty-five dollars. I know the man.”
“我买得到的。我知道上哪儿可以用二十五块钱买到马和马车：我认得那个人。”
“Yah,” the others said. “He don’t know any such thing. He’s just talking.”
“哼，”那两个说，“他啥也不懂。完全是在瞎说八道。”
“Who is it?”
“谁呀？”
“Do you think so?” the boy said. They continued to jeer at him, but he said nothing more. He leaned on the rail, looking down at the trout which he had already spent, and suddenly the acrimony, the conflict, was gone from their voices, as if to them too it was as though he had captured the fish and bought his horse and wagon, they too partaking of that adult trait of being convinced of anything by an assumption of silent superiority. I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue, and for a while I could feel the other two seeking swiftly for some means by which to cope with him, to rob him of his horse and wagon.
“谁瞎说八道啦？”男孩说。他们继续嘲笑他，不过他不再还嘴了。他靠在栏杆上，低头瞧着那条他已经拿来换了东西的鳟鱼。突然之间，那种挖苦、对抗的声调从那两个孩子的声音中消失了，仿佛他们也真的觉得他已经钓到了鱼，买来了马和马车，他们也学会了大人的那种脾性，只消你摆出一副沉默的矜持姿态、他们就会把什么事都信以为真。我想，那些在很大程度上靠语言来欺骗自己与欺骗别人的人，在有一点上倒都是一致的，那就是：认为一根沉默的舌头才是最高的智慧。因此接下去的几分钟里，我觉察到那两个孩子正急于要找出某种办法来对付那另一个孩子，好把他的马儿和马车夺走。
“You couldn’t get twenty-five dollars for that pole,” the first said. “I bet anything you couldn’t.”
“那根钓竿你卖不了二十五块钱的，”第一个孩子说。“打什么赌都成，你卖不了。”
“He hasn’t caught that trout yet,” the third said suddenly, then they both cried:
“他根本还没钓到那条鳟鱼呢，”第三个孩子突然说，接着他们俩一起嚷道：
“Yah, what’d I tell you? What’s the man’s name? I dare you to tell. There ain’t any such man.”
“对啦，我不是早就说过了吗？那个人叫什么名字？我谅你也说不出来。根本就没有那么一个人。”
“No it aint,” the second said. “It’s better at Bigelow’s Mill two to one.” Then they argued for a while about which was the best fishing and then left off all of a sudden to watch the trout rise again and the broken swirl of water suck down a little of the sky. I asked how far it was to the nearest town. They told me.
“不，那儿不怎么样，”第二个孩子说。“皮吉罗磨坊那儿要好上一倍。”接着他们又就哪儿钓鱼最好这个问题争吵起来，然后又突然停止争论，欣赏那条鳟鱼如何再次浮了上来，观看那被搅碎的小旋涡如何吮吸下一小片天空。我问这儿离最近的镇上有多远。他们告诉了我。
“Yes. He ran all the others out. The best place to fish around here is down at the Eddy.”
“是的。它把别的鱼全给撵跑了。这一带说到钓鱼最好的地方还得算下游那个大旋涡那儿。”
“Ah, shut up,” the second said. “Look. Here he comes again.” They leaned on the rail, motionless, identical, their poles slanting slenderly in the sunlight, also identical. The trout rose without haste, a shadow in faint wavering increase; again the little vortex faded slowly downstream. “Gee,” the first one murmured.
“哼，少废话，”第二个孩子说。“瞧，鱼儿又上来了。”他们靠在桥栏上，一动不动，姿势一模一样，三根钓竿在陽光里稍稍倾斜着，角度也一模一样。那条鳟鱼不慌不忙地升了上来，它那淡淡的摇曳不定的影子也逐渐变大了；又一个逐渐变淡的小旋涡向下游移去。“真棒，”那第一个孩子喃喃地说。
“We don’t try to catch him anymore,” he said. “We just watch Boston folks that come out and try.”
“我们也不指望能逮住它了，”他说，“我们就等着看波士顿人的能耐了。”
“Is he the only fish in this pool?”
“这个水潭里只有这一条鱼吗？”
“You from the college?”
“你是大学里的吗？”
“One with a whistle,” I said. “I haven’t heard any one o’clock whistles yet.”
“有汽笛的工厂，”我说。“我还没听见哪儿响起报一点钟的汽笛声呢。”
“It was a present,” I said. “My father gave it to me when I graduated from high school.”
“这是人家送的礼物，”我说。“我高中毕业时我父亲给我的。”
“Are you a Canadian?” the third said. He had red hair.
“你是加拿大人吗？”第三个孩子问。他长着一头红发。
“Nowhere. Just walking.”
“不上哪儿去。随便走走。”
“It’s still running,” the second said. “What does a watch like that cost?”
“表还在走呢，”第二个说。“这样一只表值多少钱？”
“Oh,” the second said. “There’s a clock in the unitarial steeple. You can find out the time from that. Haven’t you got a watch on that chain?”
“噢，”第二个孩子说，“唯一神教派教堂的尖塔上有一只钟。你看看那只钟便可以知道时间了。难道你那条表链上没挂着表吗？”
“He don’t talk like them,” the second said. “I’ve heard them talk. He talks like they do in minstrel shows.”
“他口音不象加拿大人，”第二个说。“我听过加拿大人讲话。他的口音和黑人戏班子里那些戏子的差不多。”
“Factory my eye. He means a sure enough factory.”
“那算个啥工厂。他指的是一家正正式式的工厂。”
“I broke it this morning.” I showed them my watch. They examined it gravely.
“我今天早上把它摔坏了。”我把表拿出来给他们看。他们一本正经地端详了好久。
“Factories?” They looked at me.
“工厂？”他们瞪着眼看我。
“How about Bigelow’s Mill?” the third said. “That’s a factory.”
“皮吉罗磨坊怎么样？”第三个孩子说。“那是一家工厂啊。”
“But the closest car line is that way,” the second said, pointing back down the road. “Where are you going?”
“不过最近的电车线是在那边，”第二个孩子说，往我来的方向指了指。“你要上哪儿去？”。
“No,” the second said. “Not there.” They looked at my clothes. “You looking for work?”
“不，”第二个孩子说，“没有工厂。”他们看看我的衣服。“你是在找工作吗？”
“Yes. Are there any factories in that town?”
“是的。那个镇上有工厂吗？”
“Canadian?”
“加拿大人？”
“Hit me?”
“揍我？”
“You said he talks like a colored man.”
“你说他说话象黑人。”
“Say,” the third said. “Ain’t you afraid he’ll hit you?”
“嗨，”第三个说，“你不怕他揍你吗？”
“Can’t anybody catch that fish,” the first said. They leaned on the rail, looking down into the water, the three poles like three slanting threads of yellow fire in the sun. I walked upon my shadow, tramping it into the dappled shade of trees again. The road curved, mounting away from the water. It crossed the hill, then descended winding, carrying the eye, the mind on ahead beneath a still green tunnel, and the square cupola above the trees and the round eye of the clock but far enough. I sat down at the roadside. The grass was ankle deep, myriad. The shadows on the road were as still as if they had been put there with a stencil, with slanting pencils of sunlight. But it was only a train, and after a while it died away beyond the trees, the long sound, and then I could hear my watch and the train dying away, as though it were running through another month or another summer somewhere, rushing away under the poised gull and all things rushing. Except Gerald. He would be sort of grand too, pulling in lonely state across the noon, rowing himself right out of noon, up the long bright air like an apotheosis, mounting into a drowsing infinity where only he and the gull, the one terrifically motionless, the other in a steady and measured pull and recover that partook of inertia itself, the world punily beneath their shadows on the sun. Caddy that blackguard that blackguard Caddy
“反正谁也逮不着这条鱼，”第一个孩子说。他们倚靠在栏杆上，低下头去望着水里，在陽光里那三根钓竿象是三条黄色火焰形成的斜线。我走在我的影子上，再次把它踩进斑斑驳驳的树影。路是弯弯曲曲的，从河边逐渐升高。它翻过小山，然后逶迤而下，把人的眼光和思想带进一个宁静的绿色隧道，带到耸立在树顶上的方形钟楼与圆圆的钟面那儿去，不过那儿还远得很呢。我在路边坐了下来。草深及踝，茂密得很。一束束斜斜的陽光把陰影投射在路上，陰影一动也不动，仿佛是用模板印在那儿的。可是那只是一列火车，不一会儿它的影子还有那长长的声音消失在树林后边，于是我又能听见我的手表以及正在远去的火车的声音，火车在空中那一动不动的海鸥的下面疾驰而去，在一切之下疾驰而去，好象它刚刚在别处度过了又一个月，又一个夏天。不过不在吉拉德下面。吉拉德也可以算有点儿了不起①，他在孤寂中划船，划到中午，又划过中午，在辽阔而明亮的空气中简直是飘飘欲仙了，他进入了一种浑浑饨饨的没有极限的境界，在这里除了他和海鸥，别的都不存在，那海鸥纹丝不动，令人畏惧，他则一下下匀称地划着桨，克服着惯性的阻挠，在他们太陽中的影子下面，整个世界显得懒洋洋的。凯蒂那个流氓 那个流氓 凯蒂②（注：①思绪从”当前”转到在河中划般的吉拉德身上。②又从吉拉德转到与赫伯特·海德见面那天的情景。）
“Ah, dry up,” the second said. “You can see the steeple when you get over that hill there.”
“啊，别扯淡了，”第二个说。“你翻过那座小山岗，就可以看到钟楼了。”
I thanked them. “I hope you have good luck. Only don’t catch that old fellow down there. He deserves to be let alone.”
我向他们说了声谢谢。“我希望你们运气好。不过可别钩那条老鳟鱼啊。应该由着它去。”
“We didn’t try to catch him,” the first said. “You can’t catch that fish.”
“我们本来设想逮它，”第一个孩子说。“这条鱼谁也逮不着的。”
“You can’t catch any fish at the Eddy.”
“你在大旋涡是什么也钓不着的。”
“I guess you want to go to the mill, with a lot of fellows splashing and scaring all the fish away.”
“我看你是想上磨坊那儿去钓，可是那么多人在那儿溅水泼水，早就把鱼儿全吓跑了。”
“You don’t have to go,” the first said. “You’re not tied to me.”
“你不去没人硬逼你去啊，”第一个孩子说。“我又没把你拴在我身上。”
“Yes,” I said. “All right.” I got up. “You all going to town?”
“是的，”我说，“好吧。”我站起身来。“你们都到镇上去吗？”
“Well,” I said. “I don’t see him.”
“嗨，”我说，“没看到你们钩到它呀。”
“I’m going to the Eddy and fish,” the first said. “You can do as you please.”
“我反正是要到大旋涡去钓鱼，”第一个说，“你爱怎么玩随你自己好了。”
“We’re going to the Eddy for chub,” the first said.
“我们到大旋涡去钓鲦鱼，”第一个孩子说。
“You can’t catch anything at the Eddy,” the second said.
“你在大旋涡是什么也钓不着的，”第二个孩子说。
“We won’t catch none nowhere if we don’t go on,” the third said.
“如果我们不往前走，我们更不会钧到鱼了，”第三个孩子说。
“I don’t see why you keep on talking about the Eddy,” the second said. “You can’t catch anything there.”
“我不懂你们干吗老说大旋涡大旋涡的，”第二个孩子说。“反正在那儿什么也钓不着。”
“There’s the clock,” the second said, pointing. “You can tell the time when you get a little closer.”
“钟就在那儿，”第二个孩子用手指着前面说。“你再走近些就可以看得出几点了。”
Their voices came over the hill, and the three slender poles like balanced threads of running fire. They looked at me passing, not slowing.
他们的声音从小山上传来了，那三根细竹竿就象上面流动着火的平衡杆。他们一面看着我一面从我身边走过，没有放慢步子。
“Let’s go to the mill and go swimming,” the third said.
“咱们还是到磨坊那儿去游泳吧，”第三个孩子说。
“Say, how long has it been since you heard of anybody catching a fish at the Eddy?” the second said to the third.
“嘿，我问你，你多咱听说有人在大旋涡钓到鱼了？”第二个孩子对第三个说。
“Let’s go to the mill and go swimming,” the third said. A lane turned off beside the orchard. The third boy slowed and halted. The first went on, flecks of sunlight slipping along the pole across his shoulder and down the back of his shirt. “Come on,” the third said. The second boy stopped too. Why must you marry somebody Caddy
“咱们还是到磨坊那儿去游泳吧，”第三个孩子说。有条小径从果园边岔开去。第三个孩子步子慢了下来，最后站住了。第一个继续往前走，班斑点点的陽光顺着钓竿滑下他的肩膀，从他衬衫的后背往下滑。“去吧，”第三个说。第二个男孩也停住了脚步。你干吗非得嫁人呢凯蒂①
Do you want me to say it do you think that if I say it it won’t be
你一定要我说吗你以为我说了就不会有这样的事了吗
“Let’s go to the mill and go swimming,” the third said. The cupola sank slowly beyond the trees, with the round face of the clock far enough yet. We went on in the dappled shade. We came to an orchard, pink and white. It was full of bees; already we could hear them.
“咱们还是到磨坊那儿去游泳吧，”第三个孩子说。钟楼一点点沉到树丛里去了，那个圆圆的钟面还是远得很。我们在斑斑驳驳的树荫下继续往前走。我们来到一座果园前，里面一片红垦透自的颜色，果园里蜜蜂不少，我们老远就能听到嗡嗡声了。
The first boy went on. His bare feet made no sound, falling softer than leaves in the thin dust. In the orchard the bees sounded like a wind getting up, a sound caught by a spell just under crescendo and sustained. The lane went along the wall, arched over, shattered with bloom, dissolving into trees. Sunlight slanted into it, sparse and eager. Yellow butterflies flickered along the shade like flecks of sun.
那第一个孩子还在往前走。他的光脚丫没有发出一点点声音，比叶子还要轻地落在薄薄的尘埃中。果园里，蜜蜂的营营声象是天上刚要起风，这声音又给某种法术固定住了，恰好处在比“渐强”③略轻的那种音量，一直持续不变。小径沿着园墙伸延向前，我们头上树木如拱，脚下落英缤纷，小径远远望去融进一片绿荫。陽光斜斜地照进树林，稀稀朗朗肋，却象急急地要挤进来。黄色的蝴蝶在树荫间翻飞，象是斑斑点点的陽光。
“Let’s go up to the mill,” he said. “Come on.”
“咱们上磨坊去吧，”他说。“走吧。”
“Ah, let him go,” the third said. They looked after the first boy. Sunlight slid patchily across his walking shoulders, glinting along the pole like yellow ants.
“唉，让他走吧，”第三个孩子说。他们目送那第一个男孩走远。一片又一片的陽光滑过他那往前移动着的肩膀，又象是一只只黄蚂蚁，在他的钓竿上闪烁不定。
“What do you want to go to the Eddy for?” the second boy said. “You can fish at the mill if you want to.”
“你去大旋涡干吗呢？”第二个男孩说。“在磨坊那边，你想钓鱼不一样也可以钓吗？”
it is because there is nothing else I believe there is something else but there may not be and then I You will find that even injustice is scarcely worthy of what you believe yourself to be He paid me no attention, his jaw set in profile, his face turned a little away beneath his broken hat.
因为我不相信别的①也许有可以相信的不过也许并没有于是我说你会发现说你的境况不公平这句话还表达得不够有份量呢。他不理我，他的脖子执拗地梗着，在那顶破帽子下面他的脸稍稍地转了开去。②（注：①这一段是凯蒂委身达尔顿·艾密司后，昆丁与凯蒂的对话。②又回到“当前”。这里的”他”指的是那“第一个孩子”。）
“Ah, come on,” the third boy said. “They’re already in.” They looked after the first boy. “Yah,” they said suddenly, “go on then, mamma’s boy. If he goes swimming he’ll get his head wet and then he’ll get a licking.” They turned into the lane and went on, the yellow butterflies slanting about them along the shade.
“唉，走吧，”孩子说，“人家已经在玩了。”他们又向那第一个孩子的背影瞥去。“嗨，”他们突然说，“你要去就去吧，这娇气包皮。假如他下水游泳，他会把头发弄湿，肯定会挨揍的。”他们拐上小径向前走去，黄蝴蝶斜斜地在他们身边树荫间翻飞。
“Kenny,” the second said. Say it to Father will you I will am my fathers Progenitive I invented him created I him Say it to him it will not be for he will say I was not and then you and I since philoprogenitive
“肯尼，”第二个孩子喊道。你去对父亲说清楚好不好③我去跟他说这样不行因为他会说不是我然后你和我因为爱子女。（注：③回想到凯蒂结婚前夕的那次谈话。会谈的我是父亲的“生殖之神”我发明了他创造了他。）
Were you trying to pick a fight with him were you
你昨天是想找碴儿跟他打架是不是
“Why don’t you go swimming with them?” I said. that blackguard Caddy
“你干吗不限他们一块去游泳？”我说。那是个流氓 凯蒂③（注：③又想到凯蒂结婚前夕他与凯蒂的那段对话。）
Well what about it I’m not going to play cards with
是吗那又有什么关系我反正又不跟他打牌
“Do you like fishing better than swimming?” I said. The sound of the bees diminished, sustained yet, as though instead of sinking into silence, silence merely increased between us, as water rises. The road curved again and became a street between shady lawns with white houses. Caddy that blackguard can you think of Benjy and Father and do it not of me
“比起游泳来，你更喜欢钓鱼，是吗？”我说。蜜蜂的营营声现在变轻了，但一直持续着，仿佛不是我们陷入了周围的沉寂，而是沉寂象涨水那样，在我们周围涨高了。那条路又拐了个宅，变成了一条街，两旁都是带着绿荫匝地的草坪的白色洋房。凯蒂那是个流氓 你替班吉和父亲着想跟他吹了吧倒不是为了我
A liar and a scoundrel Caddy was dropped from his club for cheating at cards got sent to Coventry caught cheating at midterm exams and expelled
他既是吹牛大王又是个骗子凯蒂他打牌耍花招给开除出俱乐部大家都跟他不来往了他期中考试作弊 彼开除了学籍
What else can I think about what else have I thought about The boy turned from the street. He climbed a picket fence without looking back and crossed the lawn to a tree and laid the pole down and climbed into the fork of the tree and sat there, his back to the road and the dappled sun motionless at last upon his white shirt. else have I thought about I can’t even cry I died last year I told you I had but I didn’t know then what I meant I didn’t know what I was saying Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. Man the sum of his climatic experiences Father said. Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire. but now I know I’m dead I tell you
除了他们我还有什么可挂念的呢我一向不就为他们着想吗那男孩离开了街道。他爬过一道有失桩的木栅，头也不回，穿过草坪走到一棵树的跟前，把钓竿平放在地上，自己爬上树的桠杈，坐在那儿，背对着街，斑斑驳驳的陽光终于一动不动地停留在他的白衬衫上了。一向不就为他们着想吗我连哭都哭不出来去年我就象死了的一样我告诉过你我已经死了可是那会儿我还不明白那是什么意思我还不懂我自己说的是什么话在老家八月底有几天也是这样的，空气稀薄而热烈，仿佛空气中有一种悲哀、惹人怀念家乡而怪熟悉的东西。人无非是其气候经验之总和而已，这是父亲说的。人是自己所拥有的一切的总和。不义之财总要令人嫌恶地引导到人财两空上去：一边是欲火如炽，一边是万念俱灭，双方僵持不下。可是我现在明白我真的是死了我告诉你
Then why must you listen we can go away you and Benjy and me where nobody knows us where The buggy was drawn by a white horse, his feet cropping in the thin dust; spidery wheels chattering thin and dry, moving uphill beneath a rippling shawl of leaves. Elm. No: ellum. Ellum.
那么你何必非要嫁人听着我们可以出走你班吉和我到谁也不认识我们的地方去在那里那辆马车是由一匹白马拉着的，①马的蹄子在薄薄的尘埃中发出得得声，轮辐细细的轮子发出尖厉、枯涩的吱嘎声，马车在一层层波动着的绿纱般的枝叶下缓缓地爬上坡来。是榆树。不，是ellum Ellum②（注：①又想到凯蒂结婚前夕家中派马车到火车站去接亲友。②昆丁先是用南方口音在思想，在南方，“榆树”（elm）的发音是和标准英语发音一样的。接着他想到在新英格兰乡下，人们是把它念成ellum的，便“纠正”了自己。）
Father will be dead in a year they say if he doesn’t stop drinking and he won’t stop he can’t stop since I since last summer and then they’ll send Benjy to Jackson I can’t cry I can’t even cry one minute she was standing in the door the next minute he was pulling at her dress and bellowing his voice hammered back and forth between the walls in waves and she shrinking against the wall getting smaller and smaller with her white face her eyes like thumbs dug into it until he pushed her out of the room his voice hammering back and forth as though its own momentum would not let it stop as though there were no place for it in silence bellowing
他们说父亲如果不戒酒一年之内就会死的但是他不肯戒也戒不掉自从我自从去年夏天①如果父亲一死人家就会把班吉送到杰克逊去我哭不出来我连哭也哭不出来②她一时站在门口不一会儿班吉就拉着她的衣服大声吼叫起来他的声音象波浪似地在几面墙壁之间来回撞击她倦缩在墙跟前变得越来越小只见到一张发白的脸她的眼珠鼓了出来好象有人在用大拇指抠似的后来他把她推出房间他的声音还在来回撞击好象声音本身的动力不让它停顿下来似的仿佛寂静容纳不下这声音似的还在吼叫着（注：①这句话是凯蒂在结婚前夕的谈话时说的，她不好意思说自从她失去贞操，便改说自从去年夏天。②从这儿起场景又转到凯蒂失去贞操那天，班吉大哭大闹的事上去了。）
Sold the pasture His white shirt was motionless in the fork, in the flickering shade. The wheels were spidery. Beneath the sag of the buggy the hooves neatly rapid like the motions of a lady doing embroidery, diminishing without progress like a figure on a treadmill being drawn rapidly offstage. The street turned again. I could see the white cupola, the round stupid assertion of the clock. Sold the pasture
卖掉了牧场他的白衬衣在闪闪烁烁的光影下在桠杈上一动不动。车轮的轮辐细得象蜘蛛网。马车虽然重，马蹄却迅疾地叩击着地面，轻快得有如一位女士在绣花，象是没有动，却一点点地在缩小，跟一个踩着踏车被迅速地拖下舞台的角色似的。那条街又拐了个弯。现在我可以看到那白色的钟楼，以及那笨头笨脑而武断地表示着时辰的圆钟面了。卖掉了牧场
On what on your school money the money they sold the pasture for so you could go to Harvard don’t you see you’ve got to finish now if you don’t finish he’ll have nothing
钱呢用你的学费吗那笔钱可是家里卖掉了牧场得来的为了好让你上哈佛你不明白吗你现在一定得念毕业否则的话他什么也没有了
When you opened the door a bell tinkled, but just once, high and clear and small in the neat obscurity above the door, as though it were gauged and tempered to make that single clear small sound so as not to wear the bell out nor to require the expenditure of too much silence in restoring it when the door opened upon the recent warm scent of baking; a little dirty child with eyes like a toy bear’s and two patent-leather pigtails.
当你推门时那铃挡响了起来，③不过只响了一次，声音尖厉、清脆、细微，是从门上端不知哪个干干净净的角落里发出来的，仿佛冶锻时就算计好单发一次清脆的细声的，这样铃裆的寿命可以长些，也不用寂静花大多的力气来恢复自己的统治。门一开，迎面而来的是一股新鲜的烤烘食物的香气，店堂里只有一个眼睛象玩具熊两根小辫象漆皮般又黑又亮的肮里肮脏的小姑娘。（注：③又回到“当前”，昆丁在小镇上推门走进一家面包皮店。）
But she merely watched me until a door opened and the lady came. Above the counter where the ranks of crisp shapes behind the glass her neat gray face her hair tight and sparse from her neat gray skull, spectacles in neat gray rims riding approaching like something on a wire, like a cash box in a store. She looked like a librarian. Something among dusty shelves of ordered certitudes long divorced from reality, desiccating peacefully, as if a breath of that air which sees injustice done
可是她只顾注视着我，一直到老板娘从里面开门走了出来。相合的玻璃窗里，陈列着一排排发脆的点心，她那灰白色的干干净净的脸出现在柜台上，灰白色的干干净净的头上长着稀稀的紧贴在头上的头发，脸上架着一副灰白镜框的干干净净的眼镜，两个镜片挨得很紧，象是电线杆上的两只绝缘器，又象是商店里用的现金箱。她的模样更象是一个图书馆管理员，象是存放在井井有条而确定无疑的积满灰尘的架子上的某件与现实早已无关的文物，在静静地变干再变干，仿佛一缕阅历过往昔的不平与冤屈的空气
“Hello, sister.” Her face was like a cup of milk dashed with coffee in the sweet warm emptiness. “Anybody here?”
“嗨，小妹妹。”在香甜暖和的空洞的店堂里，她的脸宛若一杯正急急往里掺咖啡的牛奶。“这儿有人吗？”
From under the counter she produced a square cut from a newspaper and laid it on the counter and lifted the two buns out. The little girl watched them with still and unwinking eyes like two currants floating motionless in a cup of weak coffee Land of the kike home of the wop. Watching the bread, the neat gray hands, a broad gold band on the left forefinger, knuckled there by a blue knuckle.
她从柜台下取出一张裁成正方形的报纸，放在柜台上，拣起那两只圆面包皮放在报纸上。小姑娘静静地、目不转睛地瞧着面包皮，两只眼睛就象是一杯淡咖啡上浮着的两颗葡萄干。犹太人的国土，意大利人的家乡①。瞧着那只面包皮，瞧着那双干干净净的灰白色的手，左手食指上有一只宽宽的金戒指，戴在指关节边，指关节是发青的。（注：①美国国歌《星条旗》的歌词中有一句是：“自由 人的国上，勇士们的家乡”。昆丁看到老板娘的脸（有犹太人的特色）与小姑娘的脸（有意大利人的特色），便下意识地把歌词改了一下。）
“Two of these, please, ma’am.”
“请你给我两只这种面包皮，大妈。”
“Do you do your own baking, ma’am?”
“你的面包皮是自己烤的吗，大妈？”
“Sir?” she said. Like that. Sir? Like on the stage. Sir? “Five cents. Was there anything else?”
“先生？”她说。就这种口气。先生？象舞台上的口气。先生？“五分钱。还要别的吗？”
“No, ma’am. Not for me. This lady wants something.” She was not tall enough to see over the case, so she went to the end of the counter and looked at the little girl.
“不要了，大妈。我不需要什么了。可是这位小姐想要点什么。”老板娘身子不够高，没法越过面包皮柜子看外面，因此她走到柜台的未端朝外看这个小姑娘。
“Did you bring her in here?”
“是你刚才把她带进来的吗？”
“No, ma’am. She was here when I came.”
“不是的，大妈。我进来的时候她已经在这儿了。”
“You little wretch,” she said. She came out around the counter, but she didn’t touch the little girl. “Have you got anything in your pockets?”
“你这小坏蛋，”她说。她从柜台后面走了出来，不过没有碰那小姑娘。“你往兜里放了什么没有？”
“She hasn’t got any pockets,” I said. “She wasn’t doing anything. She was just standing here, waiting for you.”
“她身上根本没有兜，”我说。“她方才没干什么。只不过站在这儿等你。”
“Why didn’t the bell ring, then?” She glared at me. She just needed a bunch of switches, a blackboard behind her 2 x 2 = 5. “She’ll hide it under her dress and a body’d never know it. You, child. How’d you get in here?”
“那么门铃怎么没响呢？”她瞪视着我。她真该有一块电闸板的，真该在她那2X2＝5的头脑后面装上一块黑板的。“她会把东西藏在衣服底下，谁也不会知道的。喂，孩子。你是怎么进来的？”
“She came in when I opened the door,” I said. “It rang once for both of us. She couldn’t reach anything from here, anyway. Besides, I don’t think she would. Would you, sister?” The little girl looked at me, secretive, contemplative. “What do you want? bread?”
“我开门的时候她跟着一起进来的，”我说。“进来两个人，门铃就响了一回。反正她在柜台外面什么也够不着。而且我想，她也不会乱拿东西的。你会吗，小妹妹？”小姑娘诡秘而若有所思地看着我。“你想要什么？是面包皮吗？”
“Have you got a five cent loaf, please, ma’am?”
“你这儿有五分钱一只的长面包皮吗，大妈？”
The little girl said nothing. She looked at the woman, then she gave me a flying black glance and looked at the woman again. “Them foreigners,” the woman said. “How’d she get in without the bell ringing?”
小姑娘一句话也不说。她瞅着老板娘，然后陰郁地朝我投来一瞥，又重新瞅着老板娘。“这帮外国人，”老板娘说。“铃没响，她是怎么进来的呢？”
She extended her fist. It uncurled upon a nickel, moist and dirty, moist dirt ridged into her flesh. The coin was damp and warm. I could smell it, faintly metallic.
她伸出拳头来。拳头打开，里面有一枚五分镍币，潮滋滋的挺脏，那湿滴液的污垢都嵌进她的肉里去了。那枚镍市不但潮滋滋而且还有点热烘烘的。我都能闻到它的气味了，那是一股淡淡的金属味儿。
From beneath the counter she produced a square cut from a newspaper sheet and laid it on the counter and wrapped a loaf into it. I laid the coin and another one on the counter. “And another one of those buns, please, ma’am.”
她又从柜台下取出一张裁成正方形的报纸，放在柜台上，然后包皮了只面包皮在里面。我把那枚硬币放在柜台上，另外又加上一枚。“请你再拿一只那种圆面包皮，大妈。”
“You going to give her that bun?” the woman said.
“那只圆面包皮你打算给她吗？”老板娘说。
She took another bun from the case. “Give me that parcel,” she said. I gave it to her and she unwrapped it and put the third bun in and wrapped it and took up the coins and found two coppers in her apron and gave them to me. I handed them to the little girl. Her fingers closed about them, damp and hot, like worms.
她又从柜子里取出一只圆面包皮。“把那一包皮给我，”她说。我递给她，她打开来，把第三只圆面包皮和长面包皮放在一起，包皮起来，收进硬币，从她的围裙里找出两枚铜板，递给我。我把它们交 给小姑娘。她的手指弯起来把钱握紧，手指又湿又热，象是一条条毛毛虫。
“Yessum,” I said. “I expect your cooking smells as good to her as it does to me.”
“是的，大妈，”我说。“我相信她吃你烤出来的面包皮也跟我吃起来一样的香。”
“What’s your name?” I said. She quit looking at me, bu she was still motionless. She didn’t even seem to breathe. The woman returned. She had a funny looking thing in her hand. She carried it sort of like it might have been a dead pet rat.
“你叫什么名儿呀？”我问。她已经不看我了，但仍然一动也不动。她甚至不象是在呼吸。老板娘回来了。她手里拿着一件模样古怪的东西。从她捧着的模样看来，仿佛那是她养来供玩赏的小老鼠的尸体。
I took up the two packages and gave the bread to the little girl, the woman all iron-gray behind the counter, watching us with cold certitude. “You wait a minute,” she said. She went to the rear. The door opened again and closed. The little girl watched me, holding the bread against her dirty dress.
我拿起两个纸包皮，把那包皮长面包皮递给小姑娘，那上上下下都是铁灰色的老板娘冷冰冰地挺有主意地瞅着我们。“你们等一下，”她说着，便走进后间去了。隔开店堂的门打开又关上了。小姑娘瞧着我，把那包皮面包皮抱在她肮里肮脏的衣服前面。
“Here,” she said. The child looked at her. “Take it,” the woman said, jabbing it at the little girl. “It just looks peculiar. I calculate you won’t know the difference when you eat it. Here. I can’t stand here all day.” The child took it, still watching her. The woman rubbed her hands on her apron. “I got to have that bell fixed,” she said. She went to the door and jerked it open. The little bell tinkled once, faint and clear and invisible. We moved toward the door and the woman’s peering back.
“给你，”她说。小姑娘瞅着她。“拿着呀，”老板娘说，一面把东西往小姑娘怀里塞去。“样子不太好看。不过我想你吃的时候是分辨不出有什么两样的。拿呀。我可不能整天站在这儿呀。”孩子接了过去，仍然瞅着她。老板娘在围裙上擦着手。“我得让人来把门铃修一修了，”她说。她走到门边，猛地用力把门拉开。小铃挡响了一声，轻轻的，很清脆，还是看不见从哪儿发出的。我们向门边走去，老板娘扭过头来瞧瞧我们。
“Thank you for the cake,” I said.
“谢谢你送点心给她，”我说。
“Yessum,” I said. “Come on, sister.” We went out. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“是的，大妈，”我说。“走吧，小妹妹。”我们走了出去。“谢谢你，大妈。”
We went on. “Well,” I said. “How about some ice cream?” She was eating the gnarled cake. “Do you like ice cream?” She gave me a black still look, chewing. “Come on.”
我们向前走着。“喂，”我说，“要不要吃点冰淇淋？”她正在吃那块烤得七扭八歪的饼。“你喜欢吃冰淇淋吗？”她陰郁地不动声色地看了我一眼，还在嚼着，“来吧。”
“Them foreigners,” she said, staring up into the obscurity where the bell tinkled. “Take my advice and stay clear of them, young man.”
“这帮外国人，”她说，一边仰望着那发出铃声的幽暗的角落，“年轻人，听我的劝告，离他们远些。”
We came to the drugstore and had some ice cream. She wouldn’t put the loaf down. “Why not put it down so you can eat better?” I said, offering to take it. But she held to it, chewing the ice cream like it was taffy. The bitten cake lay on the table. She ate the ice cream steadily, then she fell to on the cake again, looking about at the showcases. I finished mine and we went out.
我们走进一家药房，要了一些冰淇淋。她不肯放下手里的长面包皮。“你干吗不放下来好好吃？”我说，一面伸过手去接东西。可是她抱得紧紧的，同时象嚼乳脂糖那样地嚼着冰淇淋。那块咬过的饼放在桌子上。她不停地吃冰淇淋，然后又吃饼，一面看着周围那些玻璃橱柜。我吃完我的那份，接着我们两人走到街上。
She swung the door to, then jerked it open again, making the bell give forth its single small note. “Foreigners,” she said, peering up at the bell.
她把门砰的关上，紧接着又使劲拉开，使铃挡发出那一下微弱的响声。“外国人，”她说，一面向上瞥视那铃裆。
A buggy, the one with the white horse it was. Only Doc Peabody is fat. Three hundred pounds. You ride with him on the uphill side, holding on. Children. Walking easier than holding uphill. Seen the doctor yet have you seen Caddy
一辆马车，是一匹白马拉的那种。只不过皮保迪大夫是个大胖子。三百磅重。我们吊在他的马车上跟他一起上坡。①孩子们。吊在车子上爬上坡比自己走还要累呢。你去看过医生了吗你去看了没有凯蒂（注：①昆丁看见街上的马车，想起自己小时候淘气的情形。接着又从大夫皮保迪想到自己叫凯蒂去看病（怀孕）。皮保迪大夫在福克纳许多部小说中出现，是个大胖子。）
“Which way do you live?” I said.
“你家在哪边？”我问。
She looked at me. She chewed quietly and steadily; at regular intervals a small distension passed smoothly down her throat. I opened my package and gave her one of the buns. “Goodbye,” I said.
她看着我。她一声不响，只顾不停地咀嚼着；每隔一会儿便有一小团 东西在她咽喉里滑溜地咽下去。我打开我的纸包皮，拿出一只圆面包皮给她。“再见了。”我说。
I don’t have to I can’t ask now afterward it will be all right it won’t matter
没有必要我现在不好求人以后就会设夺的不要紧的。
“You’d better take your bread on home, hadn’t you?”
“你面包皮最好别吃，把它带回家去，好不好？”
Because women so delicate so mysterious Father said. Delicate equilibrium of periodical filth between two moons balanced. Moons he said full and yellow as harvest moons her hips thighs. Outside outside of them always but. Yellow. Feet soles with walking like. Then know that some man that all those mysterious and imperious concealed. With all that inside of them shapes an outward suavity waiting for a touch to. Liquid putrefaction like drowned things floating like pale rubber flabbily filled getting the odor of honeysuckle all mixed up.
因为女人是那么脆弱那么神秘这话父亲说的。②两次月圆之间恰好有一次周期性的污物排泄保持着微妙的平衡。月亮他说圆圆的黄黄的她的大腿臀蔀就象是收获季节丰满的月亮。淌出来淌出来老是这样不过：黄黄的。象走路时翻上来的光脚掌。接着知道有个男人便把这一切神秘与焦虑隐藏了起来，她们心里是那样外表上却装得象小鸟依人似地等待着人们去抚摩。腐败的液体象淹过后漂了起来的东西又象发自的橡皮里面气体没充满显得软疲疲的把忍冬花的香味和别的东西混同起来。（注：②想起父亲有一次在他面前所发的关于女人的议论。）
I went on. Then I looked back. She was behind me. “Do you live down this way?” She said nothing. She walked beside me, under my elbow sort of, eating. We went on. It was quiet, hardly anyone about getting the odor of honeysuckle all mixed She would have told me not to let me sit there on the steps hearing her door twilight slamming hearing Benjy still crying Supper she would have to come down then getting honeysuckle all mixed up in it We reached the corner.
我往前走了，过了一会我扭过头来。她跟在我的后面。“你的家在这头吗？”她一声不吭。她走在我身旁，可以说是就在我的胳膊肘下，一面走一面吃。我们一起往前走。街上很安静，几乎没有什么行人把忍冬花的香味和别的东西混同起来她本来会告诉我别坐在那儿台阶上听到她在微光中砰然关上门的声音听到班吉仍然在哭喊晚饭时她本应会下楼来的把忍名花的香味和别的东西混同起来我们来到街角。
“Well, I’ve got to go down this way,” I said. “Goodbye.” She stopped too. She swallowed the last of the cake, then she began on the bun, watching me across it. “Goodbye,” I said. I turned into the street and went on, but I went to the next corner before I stopped.
“哦，我得往这边走了，”我说，“再见了。”她也停住了脚步。她吞下最后一口点心，接着开始吃圆面包皮，眼光越过面包皮向我投来。“再见了，”我说。我拐上了另一条街往前走去，我一直走到下一个街角时才停下来。
“Do you all know this little girl? She sort of took up with me and I can’t find where she lives.”
“你们都认得这个小姑娘吗？她不知怎的粘上我了，她住在哪儿我问不出来。”
“Which way do you live?” I said. “This way?” I pointed down the street. She just looked at me. “Do you live over that way? I bet you live close to the station, where the trains are. Don’t you?” She just looked at me, serene and secret and chewing. The street was empty both ways, with quiet lawns and houses neat among the trees, but no one at all except back there. We turned and went back. Two men sat in chairs in front of a store.
“你的家在哪个方向？”我说。“是这边吗？”我朝街前方指了指。她只顾看着我。“你是住在另外那边吧？我敢肯定你是住在车站附近，火车停靠的地方。是不是呢？”她只顾看着我，目光安详、神秘，一边还在大嚼。街的两端都是空荡荡的，树木之间只有静溢的草坪和整齐的房屋，除了我们刚才走过的地方一个人影也没有。我们转过身来往回走。有两个男人在一家店铺门口的椅子上坐着。
They quit looking at me and looked at her.
他们把眼光从我身上移开，去看那小女孩。
“Must be one of them new Italian families,” one said. He wore a rusty frock coat. “I’ve seen her before. What’s your name, little girl?” looked at them blackly for a while, her jaws moving steadily. She swallowed without ceasing to chew.
“准是新搬来的那些意大利人家的小孩，”一个男人说。他穿着一件铁锈色的礼服。“我以前见过她。你叫什么名儿，小姑娘？”她陰郁地朝他们瞅了好一会儿，下腮不停地动着。她一面咽一面还继续不停地咀嚼。
“They sent her after bread,” I said. “She must be able to speak something.”
“她家里人派她出来买面包皮，”我说。“她肯定是多少会讲几句的。”
“Maybe she can’t speak English,” the other said.
“也许她不会说英语，”另一个人说。
“What’s your pa’s name?” the first said. “Pete? Joe? name John huh?” She took another bite from the bun.
“你爸爸叫什么？”第一个说。“彼特？乔？还是约翰什么的？”她又咬了一口圆面包皮。
“You might go up the street and turn her over to Anse. He’ll be up at the livery stable. The marshal.”
“你可以到街那一头去把她交 给安斯。他肯定在马车行里。他是警察局长。”
“What must I do with her?” I said. “She just follows me. I’ve got to get back to Boston.”
“我该拿她怎么办呢？”我说。“她一个劲儿地跟着我。我得赶回波士顿去了。”
“Yes, sir. And I’ve got to get on back.”
“是的，先生。我得动身回去了。”
“I reckon that’s what I’ll have to do,” I said. “I’ve got to do something with her. Much obliged. Come on, sister.”
“看来也只好这样了，”我说。“我非得把她安排妥当不可。多谢了。小妹妹，来吧。”
“Them furriners. I can’t tell one from another. You might take her across the tracks where they live, and maybe somebody’ll claim her.”
“这些外国人。我根本分不出来他们谁是谁。你还是把她带到铁路那边他们住的地方去，没准有谁会认领她的。”
We went up the street, on the shady side, where the shadow of the broken facade blotted slowly across the road. We came to the livery stable. The marshal wasn’t there. A man sitting in a chair tilted in the broad low door, where a dark cool breeze smelling of ammonia blew among the ranked stalls, said to look at the postoffice. He didn’t know her either.
我们往街那一头走去，顺着有陰影的那一边走，一幢幢房屋长短不等的影子向街心慢慢伸过去。我们来到马车行。警察局长不在，有个人坐在一把椅子上，椅子往那宽阔低矮的门洞里翘进去。一行行马厩里刮出一股带阿摩尼亚味的陰风，那人让我上邮局去找局长。他也不认识这个小姑娘。
“You from the college?”
“你是哈佛大学的吗？”
“I guess I’ll have to,” I said. “Come on, sister.” She pushed the last piece of the bun into her mouth and swallowed it. “Want another?” I said. She looked at me, chewing, her eyes black and unwinking and friendly. I took the other two buns out and gave her one and bit into the other. I asked a man where the station was and he showed me. “Come on, sister.”
“我看也只好如此了，”我说。“来吧，小妹妹。”她把最后一小块面包皮塞进嘴巴，咽了下去。“还要再来一只吗？”我说。她一面咀嚼，一面瞧着我，两只眼睛乌溜溜的，一眨不眨，显出友好的神情。我把另外两只圆面包皮取出来，给了她一只，自己吃另外一只。我跟一个行人打听火车站怎么走，他指点了我。“来吧，小妹妹。”
We went to the postoflice. It was back down the street. The man in the frock coat was opening a newspaper.
我们走到邮局。邮局在街的另一头。刚才看见的那个穿礼服的人正在翻开一份报纸。
“Anse just drove out of town,” he said. “I guess you’d better go down past the station and walk past them houses by the river. Somebody there’ll know her.”
“安斯刚刚赶了车到城外去了，”他说。“我看你最好还是到火车站后面河边他们聚居的地方去走一趟，那儿总有人认得她的。”
We reached the station and crossed the tracks, where the river was. A bridge crossed it, and a street of jumbled frame houses followed the river, backed onto it. A shabby street, but with an air heterogeneous and vivid too. In the center of an untrimmed plot enclosed by a fence of gaping and broken pickets stood an ancient lopsided surrey and a weathered house from an upper window of which hung a garment of vivid pink.
我们来到车站，跨过铁路，河就在这儿。有一座桥横跨在河上，沿河是一排乱七八糟的木框架房子，它们背靠着河，形成了一条街道。这是一条狭隘鄙陋的小街，却自有一种五方杂处的生气勃勃的气氛。在一块用残缺不全的栅栏围起来的空地上，有一辆不知哪辈子的歪歪斜斜的破马车，还有一幢饱经风霜的老房子，楼窗上挂着一件鲜艳的淡红色外套。
“Does that look like your house?” I said. She looked at me over the bun. “This one?” I said, pointing. She just chewed, but it seemed to me that I discerned something affirmative, acquiescent even if it wasn’t eager, in her air. “This one?” I said. “Come on, then.” I entered the broken gate. I looked back at her. “Here?” I said. “This look like your house?”
“这象是你的家吗？”我说。她的眼光越过小圆面包皮向我瞥来。“是这儿吗？”我指着那幢房子说。她只顾嚼着面包皮，可是我仿佛觉察出她的神态里有某种肯定、默认的意思，虽然并不热切。“是这儿吗？”我说。“那么来吧。”我走进那扇破破烂烂的院门。我扭过头来看看她。“是这儿吗？”我说。“这儿象是你的家吗？”
She nodded her head rapidly, looking at me, gnawing into the damp halfmoon of the bread. We went on. A walk of broken random flags, speared by fresh coarse blades of grass, led to the broken stoop. There was no movement about the house at all, and the pink garment hanging in no wind from the upper window. There was a bell pull with a porcelain knob, attached to about six feet of wire when I stopped pulling and knocked. The little girl had the crust edgeways in her chewing mouth.
她瞅着我，急急地点了点头，又在潮湿的、半月形的圆面包皮上咬了一口。我们往前走去。一条用形状不规则的碎石板铺成的小径一直通到半坍塌的台阶前，石板缝里钻出了新长出来的又粗又硬的乱草。屋子里外毫无动静，没有风，所以楼窗上挂的那件红外套也是纹丝不动。门上有只瓷制的门铃拉手，连着大约六英尺长的电线，我抽回拉铃的手，改而敲门。那小姑娘嚼着面包皮，面包皮皮从嘴缝里戳了出来。
A woman opened the door. She looked at me, then she spoke rapidly to the little girl in Italian, with a rising inflexion, then a pause, interrogatory. She spoke to her again the little girl looking at her across the end of the crust, pushing it into her mouth with a dirty hand
一个妇人来开门了。她瞧了瞧我，接着用意大利语和小姑娘叽哩叭啦地讲了起来，她语调不断提高，接着停顿了一下、仿佛是在提问。她接着又跟小姑娘讲话了，小姑娘的眼光越过嘴巴外面的面包皮皮看着她，一面用一只脏手把面包皮皮往嘴巴里推。
“No spika,” the woman said. She spoke to the little girl again. The little girl just looked at her.
“英语俺不会，”那妇人说。她又对小姑娘说起话来了。小姑娘光是一个劲儿地瞅着她。
“She says she lives here.” I said. “I met her down town. Is this your bread?
“她说她住在这儿，”我说。“我是在大街上碰到她的。这是你让她买的面包皮吗？”
“No live here?” I said. I pointed to the girl, then at her, then at the door. The woman shook her head. She spoke rapidly. She came to the edge of the porch and pointed down the road, speaking.
“她不是住在这儿的吗？”我说，指指小姑娘，又指指她，又指指那扇门。那妇人摇摇头。她叽哩叭啦地说话。她走到门廊边，朝街那头指了指，嘴巴里还一直不停他说着。
“Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.” I went down the steps and walked toward the gate, not running, but pretty fast. I reached the gate and stopped and looked at her for a while. The crust was gone now, and she looked at me with her black, friendly stare. The woman stood on the stoop, watching us.
“谢谢。谢谢。谢谢了。”我走下台阶，向院门走去，虽然不是小跑，”却也是走得够快的。我来到院门口，停下脚步，看着那小姑娘。面包皮皮现在不见了，她瞪大了那双黑眼睛友好地看着我。那妇人站在台价上观察着我们。
I nodded violently too. “You come show?” I said. I took her arm, waving my other hand toward the road. She spoke swiftly, pointing. “You come show,” I said, trying to lead her down the steps.
我大幅度地点头，“你来指点一下好吗？”我说。我一只手拉住她的胳膊，另一只手朝街那边挥挥。她急急地说着，一面用手指了指。“你来指给我看吧，”我说，想把她拉下台阶。
“Si, si,” she said, holding back, showing me whatever it was. I nodded again.
“Si，si，①”她说，身子不断地往回缩，一边朝某个方向指了指，我也弄不清到底指的是什么地方。我又点了点头。（注：①意大利语：好的，好的。）
“Come on, then,” I said. “We’ll have to find the right one sooner or later.”
“那就走吧，”我说。“我们迟早总会找到你的家的。”
She moved along just under my elbow. We went on. The houses all seemed empty. Not a soul in sight. A sort of breathlessness that empty houses have. Yet they couldn’t all be empty. All the different rooms, if you could just slice the walls away all of a sudden. Madam, your daughter, if you please. No. Madam, for God’s sake, your daughter. She moved along just under my elbow, her shiny tight pigtails, and then the last house played out and the road curved out of sight beyond a wall, following the river. The woman was emerging from the broken gate, with a shawl over ner head and clutched under her chary. The road curved on, empty. I found a coin and gave it to the little girl. A quarter. “Goodbye, sister,” I said. Then I ran.
她紧挨着我的胳膊肘走着。我们一起往前走。一幢幢房子看上去都象是空荡荡的。见不到一个人影儿。有一种空房子才有的让人透不过气来的感觉。但这么些房子不可以都是空的。如果你能突然一下子把所有的墙拆掉、便会看到各各不同的许多房间。太太，这是您的女儿，请您领回去吧。不。太太，看在上帝的份上，把您的女儿领回去吧。她紧挨着我的胳膊肘往前走，两根扎得紧紧的小辫闪闪发亮，可是这时最后一幢房子也掉在后边了，那条街顺着河边拐了个弯，消失在一堵墙的后面。那妇人这时走到破破烂烂的院门外来了，头上包皮着一条头巾，一只手在下巴下面抓住了头巾的两只角。那条路弯弯曲曲地向前伸延，路上空荡荡的。我摸出一枚硬币，塞给小姑娘。那是只两角五的硬币。“再见了，妹妹。”我说。接着我拔腿跑开了。
The lane went back to a barred gate, became defunctive in grass, a mere path scarred quietly into new grass. I climbed the gate into a woodlot and crossed it and came to another wall and followed that one, my shadow behind me now. There were vines and creepers where at home would be honeysuckle. Coming and coming especially in the dusk when it rained, getting honeysuckle all mixed up in it as though it were not enough without that, not unbearable enough. What did you let him for kiss kiss
那条小巷一直通到一扇插上门栓的栅门前，在草丛里消失了，成为在新长出来的草里忽隐忽瑰的小径。我爬过栅门，来到一片树木茂密的院子，我穿过院子来到另外一堵墙前，我顺着墙走，现在我的影子落在我后面了，墙上有蔓藤与爬山虎之类的植物，在家乡，那就该是忍冬花了。一阵一阵地袭来，特别是在陰雨的黄昏时节，什么东西里都混杂着忍冬的香味，仿佛没有这香味事情还不够烦人似的。你干吗让他吻你吻你①（注：①又想起凯蒂小时候与一少年接吻的事。）
I ran fast, not looking back. Just before the road curved away I looked back. She stood in the road, a small figure clasping the loaf of bread to her filthv little dress, her eyes still and black and unwinking I ran on
我跑得很快、连头也不回，但是在路快拐弯的地方我扭过头来看了看。她，一个小小的人影，站在路当中，仍然把那只长面包皮抱紧在肮脏的小衣裙前，眼睛定定的，乌黑乌黑的，一眨也不眨，我继续往前跑
A lane turned from the road. I entered it and after a while I slowed to a fast walk. The lane went between back premises — unpainted houses with more of those gay and startling colored garments on lines, a barn broken-backed, decaying quietly among rank orchard trees, unpruned and weed-choked, pink and white and murmurous with sunlight and with bees. I looked back. The entrance to the lane was empty. I slowed still more, my shadow pacing me, dragging its head through the weeds that hid the fence.
前面有一条小巷从路上岔了开去，我进入小巷，过了一会儿，我放慢速度，从小跑变成快走，小巷两边都是建筑物的背都一没有上漆的房子，晾衣绳上晾的颜色鲜亮刺眼的衣服更多了，有一座谷仓后墙坍塌了，在茂盛的果树间静静地朽烂着，那些果树久未修剪，四周的杂草使它喘不过气来，开着粉红色和白色的花，给陽光一照，给蜂群的营营声一烘托，显得挺热闹。我扭过头去看看。巷口那儿并没有人。我步子放得更慢了，我的影子在我身边慢慢地踱着步，影子的头部在遮没了栅栏的杂草间滑动。
I didn’t let him I made him watching me getting mad What do you think of that? Red print of my hand coming up through her face like turning a light on under your hand her eyes going bright
我没有让他吻我我只是让他看着我这就使他变得疯疯癫癫的了。你觉得怎么样？我一巴掌给她脸上留下一个红印就象是手底下开亮一盏电灯顿时使她的眼睛熠熠发亮
I stood in the weeds and we looked at one another for a while.
我站在草丛里，我们两人面对面地互相看了一会儿。
I didn’t kiss a dirty girl like Natalie anyway The wall went into shadow, and then my shadow, I had tricked it again. I had forgot about the river curving along the road. I climbed the wall. And then she watched me jump down, holding the loaf against her dress.
我反正没跟娜塔丽③这样下流的女孩子接吻那堵墙没入到陰影里去了，接着我的影子也消失了，我又骗过它了。我忘了河道是和路一起蜿蜒伸延的了。我爬过那堵墙。却不料她正在看着我跳下来，那只长面包皮还抱在胸前。（注：③康普生家邻居的女孩子。）
It’s not for kissing I slapped you. Girl’s elbows at fifteen Father said you swallow like you had a fishbone in your throat what’s the matter with you and Caddy across the table not to look at me. It’s for letting it be some darn town squirt I slapped you you will will you now I guess you say calf rope. My red hand coming up out of her face. What do you think of that scouring her head into the. Grass sticks cries-crossed into the flesh tingling scouring her head. Say calf rope say it
我不是因为你跟别人接吻才打你。十五岁的姑娘家吃饭还把胳膊肘支在饭桌上父亲说你咽东西时好象嗓子眼里绞着根鱼骨头似的你和凯蒂怎么的啦你们坐在餐桌边我的对面却不抬起头来看我。那是因为你吻的是城里的一个神气活现的臭小子我才打你你说不说你说不说这下子你该说“牛绳”②了吧。我发红的巴掌离开她的脸颊。你觉着怎么样我把她的头往草里按。草梗纵横交 叉地嵌进她的肉里使她感到刺痛我把她的头住草里按。说“牛绳”呀你说还是不说（注：②美国南方，男孩子欺侮女孩子时，爱揪住她们的发辫，让她们求饶，非要她们承认自己的发辫是“牛绳”，才肯松手。）
“Why didn’t you tell me you lived out this way, sister?” The loaf was wearing slowly out of the paper; already it needed a new one. “Well, come on then and show me the house.” not a dirty girl like Natalie. It was raining we could hear it on the roof, sighing through the high sweet emptiness of the barn.
“你刚才干吗不告诉我你就住在这边，小妹妹？”那张包皮面包皮的报纸越来越破，已经需要另换一张了。“好吧，那就过来把你的家指给我看吧。”没有吻象娜塔丽这样下流的女孩子。天在下雨①我们能听见屋顶上的声音，声音象叹息一样传遍了谷仓高大香甜的空间。（注：①又从凯蒂与他顶嘴的事想到另一次他与娜塔丽玩“坐下来跳舞”的情景。）
“You live a long way, don’t you. You’re mighty smart to go this far to town by yourself.” It’s like dancing sitting down did you ever dance sitting down? We could hear the rain, a rat in the crib, the empty barn vacan’t with horses. How do you hold to dance do you hold like this
“你的家真远，是吗。你真聪明，这么远还能一个人到镇上去买面包皮。”这就跟坐着跳舞似的，你坐着跳过舞吗？我们能听到下雨声，小谷仓里有一只耗子在走动，空空的马栏星没有马儿。你是怎么搂住跳舞的是这么搂的吗
Oh her blood or my blood Oh We went on in the thin dust, our feet silent as rubber in the thin dust where pencils of sun slanted in the trees. And I could feel water again running swift and peaceful in the secret shade.
哦她的血还是我的血哦我们走在薄薄的尘土上，在一束束光柱从树丛里斜照下来的薄薄的尘上上，我们的脚步象橡皮一样，几乎不发出什么声音。我又能感觉到河水在隐秘的陰影里迅疾而静静地流淌。
There? not raining hard but we couldn’t hear anything but the roof and if it was my blood or her blood
这儿吗？雨下得不大可是我们除了屋顶上的雨声之外什么也听不见仿佛那是我的血液和她的血液的搏动声
I can lift you up see how I can
我能把你抱起来你瞧我能
Was it there it hurt you when Caddy did ran off was it there
是这儿疼吗凯蒂跑开时是这儿吗
You can’t I’m too heavy
你抱不动我太重了
Did Caddy go away did she go to the house you can’t see the barn from our house did you ever try to see the barn from
凯蒂真的走了吗她进我们家了吗从我们家是看不见谷仓的你试过从我们家看谷仓
There? touching her
这儿吗？摸触着她
Not there
不是这儿
She pushed me down the ladder and ran off and left me Caddy did
她把我推下梯子一溜烟地跑开了凯蒂跑开了
Oh She walked just under my elbow, the top of her patent leather head, the loaf fraying out of the newspaper.
唤她紧挨着我的胳膊肘往前走着，那头漆皮似的黑发，那只包皮的报纸越来越破的长面包皮。
It was her fault she pushed me she ran away
那是她不好她把我推开她跑了
“If you don’t get home pretty soon you’re going to wear that loaf out. And then what’ll your mamma say?” I bet I can lift you up
如果你不快些回家，包皮面包皮的纸全都要破了。你妈妈该说你了！我敢说我能把你抱起来
“Your Papa’s going to be worried about you. Don’t you reckon you’ll get a whipping for not coming straight home with that bread?”
“你爸爸要为你担心了。你买了面包皮不马上回家，你爸爸该拿鞭子抽你了吧？”
I hold to use like this I mean did you hear what I said I said
我搂的是这么一直我是说你听见我方才说的没有我说的是
“Look here. Do you live down this road? We haven’t passed a house in a mile, almost.”
“喂，我说。你真的是住在这边吗？我们走了快一英里了，一幢房子也没有啊。”
She looked at me, black and secret and friendly.
她瞧瞧我，陰郁的眼睛诡秘而又友好。
“Where do you live, sister? Don’t you live back there in town?”
“你住在哪儿啊，小妹妹？难道不是住在镇上？”
Oh
哦
The road went on, still and empty, the sun slanting more and more. Her stiff little Pigtails were bound at the tips with bits of crimson cloth. A corner of the wrapping flapped a little as she walked, the nose of the loaf naked. I stopped.
那条路继续向前延伸，静寂而空荡荡的，陽光越来越斜了。她那两条直僵僵的小辫子在辫梢处是用深红色的小布头扎起来的。她走路时包皮面包皮的纸的一角轻轻地拍打着，面包皮的尖儿露了出来。我停了下来。
There was a bird somewhere in the woods, beyond the broken and infrequent slanting of sunlight.
树林里不知哪儿有一只鸟在叫唤，在断断续续、不经常出现的斜射的陽光之外。
oh oh oh oh
哦哦哦哦
Oh Oh Oh Oh
哦哦哦哦
I used to hold like this you thought I wasn’t strong enough didn’t you
我一直是这么搂的你以为我力气不够大是吗
The bird whistled again, invisible, a sound meaningless and profound, inflexionless, ceasing as though cut off with the blow of a knife, and again, and that sense of water swift and peaceful above secret places, felt, not seen not heard.
那只鸟又在啼鸣，仍然看不见它在哪儿，只听见一个毫无意义的深沉的声音，高低也没有变化，它突然停止了，仿佛是被刀子一下子切断似的，接着又啼鸣起来，而河水在隐秘的地方迅疾而静静地流淌的那种感觉又出现了，这既不是看见的也不是听到的，而是感觉出来的。
We left the road. Among the moss little pale flowers grew, and the sense of water mute and unseen. I hold to use like this I mean I use to hold She stood in the door looking at us her hands on her hips
我们离开了那条路。在青苔之间生长着一些苍白色的小花，还有对那听不见看不到的水的感觉。我搂的是这么一直我是说我一直是这么搂的。她站在门口瞧着我们两只手插在后腰上。
I don’t care she looked at us stay mad she went away We began to hear the shouts, the splashings; I saw a brown body gleam for an instant.
我不在乎她在瞧着我们仍然气鼓鼓的地走开去了我们开始听见叫嚷声和泼水声；我看见一个棕褐色的人体 在陽光中闪了一下。
Stop that stop that
别这样别这样
“Oh, hell, sister.” About half the paper hung limp. “That’s not doing any good now.” I tore it off and dropped it beside the road. “Come on. We’ll have to go back to town. We’ll go back along the river.”
“哦，真该死，小妹妹。”大约半张包皮面包皮的报纸已经软疲疲地挂了下来。“这张纸现在已经不起作用了。”我把它扯了下来，扔在路旁。“走吧，咱们还得回镇上去呢。我们这回打河边走回去吧。”
I was just brushing the trash off the back of your dress
我不过是想把你衣服后背上的草皮粒屑掸掉
You pushed me it was your fault it hurt me too
你推我了那是你不好把我弄得好疼
You keep your nasty old hands off of me it was your fault you pushed me down I’m mad at you
你快把你那双下流的脏手拿开别碰我都是你不好你把我推倒在地上我恨死你了
We were dancing sitting down I bet Caddy can’t dance sitting down
我们方才是在坐着跳舞我敢说凯蒂不会坐着跳舞
Stay mad. My shirt was getting wet and my hair. Across the roof hearing the roof loud now I could see Natalie going through the garden among the rain. Get wet I hope you catch pneumonia go on home Cowface. I jumped hard as I could into the hogwallow the mud yellowed up to my waist stinking I kept on plunging until I fell down and rolled over in it “Hear them in swimming, sister? I wouldn’t mind doing that myself.” If I had time. When I have time. I could hear my watch. mud was warmer than the rain it smelled awful. She had her back turned I went around in front of her. You know what I was doing? She turned her back I went around in front of her the rain creeping into the mud flatting her bod ice through her dress it smelled horrible. I was hugging her that’s what I was doing. She turned her back I went around in front of her. I was hugging her I tell you.
仍然气鼓鼓的。我的衬衫开始湿了，头发也开始湿了。雨点掠过屋顶只听得现在屋顶上响起一片雨声我看见娜塔丽在雨中穿过花园走去。全身都湿了我盼你害上肺炎你回家去吧牛脸臭丫头。我用尽力气往猪打滚的水坑里跳去黄泥汤没到我的腰向臭烘烘的我不断地乱蹦直到我倒了下去在里面乱滚“听见他们在河里游泳了吗，小妹妹？我也挺想去游一下呢。”要是我有时间一等我有了时间士我又能听见我的表的嘀嗒声了。泥汤比雨水暖和可是臭不可闻。她转了过去背对着我我绕到她的前面去。你知道我方才在干什么吗？她转过身去我绕到她的前面去雨水渗进了泥沼渗透了她的衣裙使她的小背心紧紧地粘在身上弄得臭气冲天。我只不过是抱了抱她①我方才不过就干了这个。她扭过身去我又绕到她的前面去。我只不过是抱了抱她我告诉你。（注：①这里的“她”指娜塔丽，前面后面的“她”都指凯蒂。）
You don’t you don’t I’ll make you I’ll make you give a damn. She hit my hands away I smeared mud on her with the other hand I couldn’t feel the wet smacking of her hand I wiped mud from my legs smeared it on her wet hard turning body hearing her fingers going into my face but I couldn’t feel it even when the rain began to taste sweet on my lips
你不在乎你不在乎我要让你我要让你在乎。她把我两只手打了开去我用一只手把稀泥抹在她身上她用湿巴掌掴了我一个耳光我都没有感觉到我从裤腿上刮下稀泥涂在她那淋湿而僵直的转动着的身体上听到她的手指抓我脸的声音可是我毫无感觉尽管我的嘴唇舔到雨水开始觉得甜丝丝的
“She won’t hurt you. We just want to watch you for a while.”
“她不会伤害你们的。我们只想看一会儿。”
They squatted in the water. Their heads drew into a clump, atching us, then they broke and rushed toward us, hurling water with their hands. We moved quick.
他们蹲在水里。他们的脑袋凑在一起注视着我们，接着他们散开朝我们冲来，用手舀起水向我们泼来。我们赶紧躲开。
I don’t give a damn what you were doing
我才不在乎你方才干了什么呢
“Take that girl away! What did you want to bring a girl here for? Go on away!”
“把小姑娘带开！你带女孩子来想干什么？走开走开！”
They saw us from the water first, heads and shoulders. They yelled and one rose squatting and sprang among them. They looked like beavers, the water ripping about their chins, yelling.
在水里的那些人先看到我们，那些头和肩膀露出在水面上的人。他们嚷叫着，其中一个蹲着的人挺直身子，跳到他们当中去了。他们看上去活象一只只海狸，河水在他们下巴额边拍打着，他们喊道：
“Go on away, Harvard!” It was the second boy, the one that thought the horse and wagon back there at the bridge. “Splash them, fellows!”
“滚开，哈佛学生！”那是第二个男孩，就是方才在桥上想要马和马车的那个。“泼他们呀，伙伴们！”
“Look out, boys; she won’t hurt you.”
“小心点，孩子们，她不会伤害你们的。”
“Splash them! Splash them!” They rushed toward us, hurling water. We moved back. “Go on away!” they yelled. “Go on away!”
“泼呀！泼呀！”他们一面泼水，一面向我们冲来。我们往后退。“滚开！”他们喊道，“快点滚开！”
My Lord we sure are in a mess get up. Where the rain touched my forehead it began to smart my hand came red away streaking off pink in the rain. Does it hurt
我的天哪咱们脏得赶上泥猴了快起来。雨点打在我的前额上打到哪儿哪儿便感到刺痛我的手沾上了红色的血给雨一淋现出了一道道粉红色。你疼吗①（注：①他的脸被凯蒂抓得出了血，所以凯蒂这样问他。）
“Let’s get out and throw them in,” another said. “I ain’t afraid of any girl.”
“咱们上岸去把他们扔到水里，”另一个孩子说。“我才不怕女孩子呢！”
We went away. They huddled just under the bank, their slick heads in a row against the bright water. We went on. “That’s not for us, is it.” The sun slanted through to the moss here and there, leveller. “Poor kid, you’re just a girl.” Little flowers grew among the moss, littler than I had ever seen. “You’re just a girl. Poor kid.” There was a path, curving along beside the water. Then the water was still again, dark and still and swift. “Nothing but a girl. Poor sister.” We lay in the wet grass panting the rain like cold shot on my back. Do you care now do you do you
我们走开了。他们紧挨着河岸蹲着，滑溜溜的脑袋在明晃晃的河水上排成一行。我们继续往前走。“那儿不是咱们去的地方，是不是？”陽光从枝叶间透进来照在点点青苔上，光线更平更低了。“可怜的孩子，谁叫你是个丫头呢。”青苔之间长着一些小花，我从未见到过这么小的花。“谁叫你是个丫头呢，可怜的孩子。”沿河有一条小径，弯弯曲曲地向前伸延。到这里，河水又变得平静了，黑黑的、静静的，流得挺急。“谁叫你是个丫头，可怜的小妹妹。”我们喘着气躺在潮湿的草地上雨点象冰冷的子弹打在我的背上。你现在还在乎不在乎还在乎不在乎还在乎不在乎
I tried to scratch your eyes out my Lord we sure do stink we better try to wash it off in the branch “There’s town again, sister. You’ll have to go home now. I’ve got to get back to school. Look how late it’s getting. You’ll go home now, won’t you?” But she just looked at me with her black, secret, friendly gaze, the half-naked loaf clutched to her breast. “It’s wet. I thought we jumped back in time.” I took my handkerchief and tried to wipe the loaf, but the crust began to come off, so I stopped. “We’ll just have to let it dry itself. Hold it like this.” She held it like that. It looked kind of like rats had been eating it now. and the water building and building up the squatting back the sloughed mud stinking surface ward pocking the pattering surface like grease on a hot stove. I told you I’d make you
我刚才真想把你的眼珠都抠出来我的天哪咱们准是臭得没法说了咱们还是到小河沟里去洗洗吧“又来到镇上了，小妹妹。你现在非得回家不可了。我也得回学校去了。你看天已经不早了。你现在该回家去了，是不是？”可是她仅仅用她那双陰郁、诡秘、友好的眼睛盯视着我，那只露出了一半的长面包皮还紧紧地抱在胸前。“面包皮都湿了。我还以为我们及时跳开没泼到水呢。”我拿出手帕想把面包皮擦擦干，可是一擦面包皮皮就往下掉，于是我就不擦了。“只好让它自己干了。你这么拿。”她就按我教的拿着。现在面包皮的模样象是给耗子啃过的一样。于是水沿着蹲在沟里的背脊一点点往上升那层脱落的泥皮发出了恶臭雨点啪达啪达地打着皮肤上显出了一个个小坑就象热炉子上的油脂似的。我告诉过你我会让你在乎
Of course it does what do you reckon
当然疼的你以为会怎么样
I don’t give a goddam what you do
我才不在乎你干了什么呢
“There’s Julio,” the little girl said, and then I saw his Italian face and his eyes as he sprang upon me. We went down. His hands were jabbing at my face and he was saying something and trying to bite me, I reckon, and then they hauled him off and held him heaving and thrashing and yelling and they held his arms and he tried to kick me until they dragged him back. The little girl was howling, holding the loaf in both arms. The half naked boy was darting and jumping up and down, clutching his trousers and someone pulled me up in time to see another stark naked figure come around the tranquil bend in the path running and change direction in midstride and leap into the woods, a couple of garments rigid as boards behind it. Julio still struggled. The man who had pulled me up said, “Whoa, now. We got you.” He wore a vest but no coat. Upon it was a met shield In his other hand he clutched a knotted, polished stick.
“那是朱里奥，”小姑娘开腔了，话没说完，一个人向我扑来，我看清他长着一张意大利人的脸和一双意大利人的眼睛。我们一块摔倒在地。他用双手使劲擂打我的脸，嘴里骂骂咧咧的，那劲头象是要咬我几口才解恨。这时，人们把他拖了开去，拽紧他，他胸口一起一伏，拳头乱挥，又是喊又是叫，他们捉住了他的胳膊，他就想法用脚踢我，人们只得又把他往后拖。那小姑娘号啕大哭起来，两只胳膊搂着那只长面包皮。那个光脊梁的男孩在一跳一蹦地向前冲，一边还拽住了他的裤子。这时，不知是谁把我搀了起来，我一边起来一边看到另一个男孩，一个一丝不挂的男孩，绕过小路静静的拐弯处向我们跑来，跑到一半突然改变方向，跳进了树丛，几件硬得象木板似的衣服也跟在他后面飞进树丛。朱里奥还在挣扎。那个搀我起来的人说：“嚯，行了。我们可把你逮住了。”他没穿外衣，光穿了一件西服背心。上面别着一只金属徽章①。他另外那只手里拿着一根多瘤的光滑的棍子。
Then we heard the running and we stopped and looked back and saw him coming up the path running, the level shadows flicking upon his legs.
这时我们听到了跑步声，我们停下脚步扭过头来，看见这人沿着小路朝我们奔来，平平的树影在他的大腿上滑过。
“He’s in a hurry. We’d –” then I saw another man, an oldish man running heavily, clutching a stick, and a boy naked from the waist up, clutching his pants as he ran.
“他急得很呢。我们还是——”这时我看见有另一个人，是个上了点年纪的人，在吃力地跑着，手里拿着一根棍子，还有一个光着上身的男孩跟在后面，一边跑一边把他的裤子往上提。
“I warn you that anything you say will be used aganst you,” he said. “You’re under arrest.”
“我可要警告你，你说的每一句话在法庭上都会用来反对你，”他说。“你被逮捕了。”
“You’re Anse, aren’t you?” I said. “I was looking for you. What’s the matter?”
“你就是安斯，对吗？”我说。“我方才到处在找你。这是怎么一回事？”
“Steal his sister?” I said. Julio broke from the men and sprang at me again, but the marshal met him and they struggled until the other two pinioned his arms again. Anse released him, panting.
“拐走他的妹妹？”我说。朱里奥挣脱了那两个人又向我扑来，可是警长挡住了他，双方扭打了一番，最后那两个人重新扭住了他的双臂。安斯气喘吁吁地放开了他。
“Steal his sister?” I said. “Why, I’ve been –“
“拐走他的妹妹？”我说。“什么呀，我还一直在——”
“I killa heem,” Julio said. He struggled. Two men held him. The little girl howled steadily, holding the bread. “You steala my seester,” Julio said. “Let go, meesters.”
“我要把他宰了，”朱里奥说。他还在挣扎。两个人抓住了他。小姑娘不停地嚎着，一面还抱住那只面包皮。“你拐走我的妹妹，”朱里奥说。“先生们，咱们走吧。”（注：①这是镇上警长的标志。）
“You durn furriner,” he said. “I’ve a good mind to take you up too, for assault and battery.” He turned to me again. “Will you come peaceable, or do I handcuff you?”
“你这混帐外国人，”他说，“我真想把你也关起来，你犯了人身伤害罪。”他又转身向我。“你愿意老老实实自己走呢，还是要我把你铐走？”
“Shet up,” Anse said. “You can tell that to Squire.”
“别说了，”安斯说。“你有话到法官面前说去。”
“I’ll come peaceable,” I said. “Anything, just so I can find someone — do something with — Stole his sister,” I said. “Stole his –“
“我跟你去就是了，”我说。“怎么都行，只要我能找到一个人——来搞清楚——什么拐走他妹妹，”我说，“拐走他妹妹——”
“I’ve warned you,” Anse said. “He aims to charge you with meditated criminal assault. Here, you, make that gal shut up that noise.”
“我可警告过你了，”安斯说，“他是要告你一个蓄意强||奸幼女罪。喂，那谁，你让那丫头别吵了行不行。”
We followed the path, the two others watching Julio and the little girl and the boys somewhere in the rear. The path went along the river to the bridge. We crossed it and the tracks, people coming to the doors to look at us and more boys materialising from somewhere until when we turned into the main street we had quite a procession. Before the drug store stood an auto, a big one, but I didn’t recognise them until Mrs Bland said,
我们顺着小路往前走，那两个看着朱里奥的、小姑娘以及那几个男孩跟在我们后面。小路沿着河一直通到桥头。我们过了桥，跨过铁轨，人们都走到门回来看我们，越来越多的男孩不知打哪儿钻了出来，等我们拐上大街，已经是一支浩浩荡荡的队伍了。药房门口停着一辆汽车，一辆挺大的轿车，我先没认出车子里的人是谁，这时我听到布兰特太太叫道：
“Yes,” I said, tightening my throat. There was another yellow butterfly, like one of the sunflecks had come loose. After a while I didn’t have to hold my throat so tight. I got up. “I’m ready. Which way?”
“好的，”我说，使劲憋住了嗓子眼。天上飞舞着一着只黄蝴蝶，就象是一小片陽光逃逸了出来似的。过了一会，我不用再那么使劲憋气了。我站起身来。“我好了。朝哪边走？”
“I’ll h-have to qu-quit,” I said. “It’ll stop in a mu-minute. The other time it said ah ah ah,” I said, laughing. “Let me sit down a while.” I sat down, they watching me, and the little girl with her streaked face and the gnawed looking loaf, and the water swif and peaceful below the path. After a while the laughter ran out. But my throat wouldn’t quit trying to laugh, like retching after your stomach is empty.
“我一定要停——停下来，”我说，“我一分——一分钟之内就会好的。那回我也止不住要说啊－啊－啊，”我说，一面还在大笑。“让我坐一会儿。”我坐了下来，他们注视着我，还有那个泪痕满面、怀里搂住一只象是啃过的面包皮的小姑娘，而河水在小路下面迅疾而静静地流着。过了一会，我不想笑了。可是嗓子却不听我的命令，径自在笑，正象胃里已经吐得一干二净，可还在干呕那样。
“Whoa, now,” Anse said. “Get a grip on yourself.”
“喂，行了，”安斯说。“忍住点儿吧。”
“Watch him, Anse, he’s crazy, I believe.”
“瞧着他点儿，安斯，我看他疯了。”
“Oh,” I said. Then I began to laugh. Two more boys with plastered heads and round eyes came out of the bushes, buttoning shirts that had already dampened onto their shoulders and arms, and I tried to stop the laughter, but I couldn’t.
“噢，原来如此，”我说。这时我忍不住大笑起来。又有两个头发湿淋淋象石膏一样粘在脑袋上、眼睛圆鼓鼓的男孩从树丛里钻了出来，一边还在扣衬衣的纽扣，衬衣都湿了，粘在他们的肩膀和胳膊上。我想止住不笑，可是办不到。
“Quentin Compson!” Mrs Bland said.
“昆丁·康普生！”布兰特太太喊道。
“Why, Quentin! Quentin Compson!” Then I saw Gerald, and Spoade in the back seat, sitting on the back of his neck. And Shreve. I didn’t know the two girls.
“咦，那不是昆丁吗！昆丁·康普生！”接着我看到了吉拉德，还看见斯波特坐在后座，脑袋靠在座位靠背上。还有施里夫。那两个姑娘我不认得。
“What’s he done, Cap?” he said. “Robbed a hen house?”
“他犯了什么案，老总？”他说。“是抢了鸡笼是吗？”
“Good afternoon,” I said, raising my hat. “I’m under arrest. I’m sorry I didn’t get your note. Did Shreve tell you?”
“下午好，”我说，把帽子举了举。“我被逮捕了。我遗憾得很，没能看到你的字条。施里夫跟你说了吗？”
“Under arrest?” Shreve said. “Excuse me,” he said. He heaved himself up and climbed over their feet and got out. He had on a pair of my flannel pants, like a glove. I didn’t remember forgetting them. I didn’t remember how many chins Mrs Bland had, either. The prettiest girl was with Gerald in front, too. They watched me through veils, with a kind of delicate horror. “Who’s under arrest?” Shreve said. “What’s this, mister?”
“被逮捕了？”施里夫说。“对不起，”他说。他使劲挺起身来，跨过那些人的腿儿，下了汽车。他穿的法兰绒裤子是我的，紧绷在身上，象手上戴的手套那么紧。我都记不起我还有这条裤子，正如我也忘掉布兰特太太有几重下巴了。最漂亮的那个姑娘也在前座，和吉拉德坐在一起。姑娘们透过面纱看着我，露出一副娇气的惊恐的神情。“谁被逮捕啦？”施里夫说。“是怎么一回事啊，先生？”
“Gerald,” Mrs Bland said. “Send these people away. You get in this car, Quentin.”
“吉拉德，”布兰特太太说，“你把这些人打发走。昆丁，你上车吧。”
“I warn you,” Anse said. “Do you know the prisoner?”
“我可要警告你，”安斯说，“你认识这个犯人吗？”
Gerald got out. Spoade hadn’t moved.
吉拉德走下车。斯波特却一动也不动。
“Know him,” Shreve said. “Look here –“
“认识又怎么样，”施里夫说。“我告诉你——”
“Then you can come along to the squire’s. You’re obstructing justice. Come along.” He shook my arm.
“那你也一块儿上法官那儿去。你在妨碍司法工作。走吧。”他推推我的肩膀。
“Look here, constable,” Gerald said.
“听我说，巡警，”吉拉德说。
“You, Gerald,” Mrs Bland said.
“你想办法呀，吉拉德，”布兰特太太说。
“Git on home,” Julio shouted at her. “I beat hell outa you.”
“快回家去，”朱里奥冲着她喊道，“看我不把你揍扁了。”
“Well, good afternoon,” I said. “I’m glad to have seen you all. Sorry I couldn’t be with you.”
“那么，再见了，”我说。“我很高兴能见到大家。很抱歉不跟你们在一起。
“I warn you you’re interfering with an officer of the law,” Anse said. “If you’ve anything to say, you can come to the squire’s and make cognizance of the prisoner.” We went on. Quite a procession now, Anse and I leading. I could hear them telling them what it was, and Spoade asking questions, and then Julio said something violently in Italian and I looked back and saw the little girl standing at the curb, looking at me with her friendly, inscrutable regard.
“我警告你，你这是在干涉一个警官执行法律，”安斯说。“有话要说，尽可以到法官面前去说，可以去表明你认得犯人。”我们往前走去。现在我们这支队伍越来越庞大了，领队的是安和我。我听见后面的人们在告诉他们这是怎么一回事，斯波提了一些问题，于是朱里奥又激昂慷慨地用意大利语说了一通我回过头去，看见那小姑娘站在街石旁，用她那友好、神秘莫测的眼光瞅着我。
We went down the street and turned into a bit of lawn in which, set back from the street, stood a one storey building of brick trimmed with white. We went up the rock path to the door, where Anse halted everyone except us and made them remain outside. We entered, a bare room smelling of stale tobacco. There was a sheet iron stove in the center of a wooden frame filled with sand, and a faded map on the wall and the dingy plat of a township. Behind a scarred littered table a man with a fierce roach of iron gray hair peered at us over steel spectacles.
我们顺着大街往前走了一段路，拐上一片草坪，在那儿离街较远的地方坐落着一座镶白边的砖砌平房。我们踩着石块铺的小路来到门口，安斯作了个手势让大伙儿待在门外，只带我们几个人进去。我们走进一间光秃秃的房间，里面一股隔夜的烟味儿。木格栏当中有一只铁皮火炉，周围地上铺满了沙子。墙上钉着一张发黄的地图，那是张破旧的本镇平面图。在一张疤痕斑斑、堆满东西的桌子后面，坐着一个满头铁灰色乱发的人，正透过钢边眼镜窥看我们。
He opened a huge dusty book and drew it to him and dipped a foul pen into an inkwell filled with what looked like coal dust.
法官打开一个积满尘土的大本子，拉到自己跟前，把一支肮脏的钢笔往一只墨水瓶里蘸了蘸，那里面盛的与其说是墨水，还不如说是煤末。
“Look here, mister,” Shreve said. “We know this fellow. We –“
“等一等，先生，”施里夫说，“我们认识这个人的。我们——”
“Look here, mister,” Shreve said.
“等一等，先生，”施里夫说。
“They’re crazy, Squire,” Shreve said. “Whoever says this boy’s kidnapping –“
“他们疯了，法官，”施里夫说，“如果说这个小伙子要拐骗——”
“The prisoner’s name,” the squire said. I told him. He wrote it slowly into the book, the pen scratching with excruciating deliberation.
“犯人叫什么，”法官问。我告诉了他。他慢条斯理地往本子上写，那支破笔故意刮出一种折磨神经的声音。
“Shut up, bud,” Spoade said. “Let him do it his way. He’s going to anyhow.”
“别说了，老弟，”斯波特说，“让他按他的规矩做吧。他反正要这么干的。”
“Got him, did ye, Anse?” he said.
“逮着他了，是吗，安斯？”他说。
“Age,” the squire said. I told him. He wrote that, his mouth moving as he wrote. “Occupation.” I told him. “Harvard student, hey?” he said. He looked up at me, bowing his neck a little to see over the spectacles. His eyes were clear and cold, like a goat’s. “What are you up to, coming out here kidnapping children?”
“年龄，”法官说。我告诉了他。他往本子上记，一面写一面嘴巴在嗫动。“职业。”我告诉了他。“哈佛学生，呃？”他说。他抬起眼睛看看我，脖子往下弯低了一些，好从眼镜上边窥看我。他的眼睛清澈、冰冷，象是山羊的眼睛。“你上这儿来干吗，是来拐孩子的吗？”
“Got him, Squire.”
“逮着了，法官。”
“Order in the court,” Anse said.
“遵守法庭秩序，”安斯说。
Julio moved violently. “Crazy?” he said. “Don’t I catcha heem, eh? Don’t I see weetha my own eyes –“
朱里奥蹦了起来。“疯了？”他说，“我不是当场逮住他了吗，呃？我亲眼看到——”
“Yes, your honor,” Spoade said. “He’s just a country boy in school up there. He don’t mean any harm. I think the marshal’ll find it’s a mistake. His father’s a congregational minister.”
“是的，法官先生，’斯波特说。“他不过是个到哈佛来念书的乡下小伙子。他可是个守本分的人。我想警长会发现这里面有误会。他父亲是公理会的一个牧师呢。”
“Where’s the gal?”
“小姑娘在哪儿？”
“You fellers shut up,” the squire said. “If they don’t stay quiet, turn ’em out, Anse.” They got quiet. The squire looked at Shreve, then at Spoade, then at Gerald. “You know this young man?” he said to Spoade.
“你们都给我闭嘴，”法官说。“安斯，要是他们再吵吵，就把他们轰出去。”大家都不吱声了。法官先看看施里夫，又看看斯波特，再看看吉拉德。“你认识这个年轻人吗？”他问斯波特。
“You’re a liar,” Shreve said. “You never –“
“你胡说八道，”施里夫说。“你根本没有——”
“Not till Julio there jumped on the prisoner. They were just walking along the river path, towards town. Some boys swimming told us which way they went.”
“朱里奥向犯人身上扑过去之后她才惊慌失措的。当时他们正沿着河边小路往镇上走。有几个在河里游泳的男孩告诉我们他们走的是哪条路。”
“I American,” Julio said. “I gotta da pape’.”
“我是美国人，”朱里奥说，“我有护照。”
“Might have been,” Anse said. “Them durn furriners.”
“兴许就是这么回事，”安斯说。“那些外国人说话没准数。“
“He sent her home,” Anse said.
“他打发她回家去了，”安斯说。
“Order, order,” Anse said, raising his voice.
“安静，安静，”安斯提高了嗓子嚷道。
“Was she scared or anything?”
“她当时有没有惊慌失措什么的？”
“H’m,” the squire said. “What was you doing, exactly?” I told him, he watching me with his cold, pale eyes. “How about it, Anse?”
“唔，”法官说。“你方才到底在干什么？我告诉了他，他呢，用那双冷冷的灰色眼睛打量着我，“怎么样，安斯？”
“It’s a mistake, Squire,” Spoade said. “Children and dogs are always taking up with him like that. He can’t help it.”
“这里边有误会，法官，”斯波特说。“孩子们和狗都是这样，一见他就喜欢。他自己也没有办法。”
“You quit work to hunt for her?”
“你是撂下手里的活儿去找她的，是不是？”
“H’m,” the squire said. He mused a while. We watched him, his stiff crest, the spectacles riding low on his nose. The yellow shape of the window grew slowly across the floor, reached the wall, climbing. Dust motes whirled and slanted. “Six dollars.”
“呀，”法官说。他沉吟了片刻。我们注视着他，看着他满头直直的头发，看着低低地架在他鼻梁上的眼镜。从窗框里投下的那摊黄色影子一点点在地板上移过去，抵达墙跟，往上爬去。细细的尘埃在打旋，形成了一道道斜斜的光柱。“六块钱。”
“No hurt now,” Julio said sullenly.
“总算还没受到损害，”朱里奥闷闷不乐地说。
“Two miles, at least. It was about two hours before we caught him.”
“至少有两英里。我们差不多花了两个小时才找到了他。”
The squire didn’t look at him. “How far’d you run him, Anse?”
法官根本不朝他看。“你跑了多远才找到他的，安斯？”
“Well,” Spoade said. “If that’s all — I reckon he’s discharged, your honor?”
“嗯，”斯波特说，“如果事情到此为止——我想可以释放他了吧，法官先生？”
“Dollar, I calculate.”
“一块钱就行了，我看。”
“H’m,” the squire said. He looked out of the window for a while. We watched him. I could hear Julio scratching himself. The squire looked back.
“呀，”法官哼了一声。他朝窗外望了一会儿。我们大家都注视着他。我还能听见朱里奥挠痒痒的声音。法官把眼光收了回来。
“H’m,” the squire said. “Well, son, I calculate you owe Julio something for taking him away from his work.”
“嗯，”法官说。“好吧，小伙子，我看你得给朱里奥赔偿一些损失，你耽误了他的工作。”
I gave Julio a dollar.
我给了朱里奥一块钱。
“Air you satisfied the gal ain’t took any hurt, you, there?”
“小姑娘没受到什么损害，这一点你是满意的吧？喂，问你呢！”
“Sure I quit. I run. I run like hell. Looka here, looka there, then man tella me he seen him give her she eat. She go weetha.”
“当然啦。我是跑来的。我拼命地跑。这儿找啊，那儿找啊，后来总算有人告诉我看见这人给我妹妹东西吃。她就跟他走了。”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “How much?”
“好的，先生，”我说。“赔多少钱？”
“Come on here,” Spoade said, taking his arm. “Good afternoon, Judge. Much obliged.” As we passed out the door Julio’s voice rose again, violent, then ceased. Spoade was looking at me, his brown eyes quizzical, a little cold. “Well, bud, I reckon you’ll do your girl chasing in Boston after this.”
“走吧走吧，”斯波特说，拉着他的胳膊。“再见了，法官。谢谢你了。”我们刚走出门，就听见朱里奥又嚷了起来，恶狠狠的。过了一会又止住了。斯波特打量着我，他那双棕色的眼睛带着嘲弄的意味，有点儿冷淡。“哦，老弟，我看自此以后你只好到波士顿去追姑娘了。”
“You damned fool,” Shreve said. “What the hell do you mean anyway, straggling off here, fooling with these damn wops?”
“你这个大笨蛋，”施里夫说，“你在这里兜圈子，跟意大利人厮混在一起，到底是什么意思？”
“Come on,” Spoade said. “They must be getting impatient.”
“走吧，”斯波特说，“她们一定越来越不耐烦了。”
“Shut up,” Spoade said. “Give it to him, bud, and let’s get out of here. The ladies are waiting for us. You got six dollars?”
“别罗嗦了，”斯波特说。“把钱给他，老弟，给完就走。女士们还在等着我们呢。你身上有六块钱吗？”
“I’ll be damned –” Shreve said.
“简直不象话——”施里夫说。
“You get a receipt,” Shreve said. “You get a signed receipt for that money.”
“向他要一张收据，”施里夫说。“你交 了钱就应该拿到收据。”
“Six dollars?” Shreve said. “What’s that for?”
“六块钱？”施里夫说。“干什么？”
“Case dismissed,” he said.
“审判结束了，”他说。
“Six dollars,” the squire said. He looked at Shreve a moment, then at me again.
“六块钱，”法官说。他盯住施里夫看了一会儿，然后又把眼光停在我身上。
The squire looked at Shreve mildly. “Case dismissed,” he said without raising his voice.
法官不动声色地看着施里夫。“审判结束了，”他说，声调丝毫没有提高。
“Look here,” Shreve said.
“等一等，”施里夫说。
“Yes,” I said. I gave him six dollars.
“有，”我说。我给了他六块钱。
Mrs Bland was talking to them. They were Miss Holmes and Miss Daingerfield and they quit listening to her and looked at me again with that delicate and curious horror, their veils turned back upon their little white noses and their eyes fleeing and mysterious beneath the veils.
布兰特太太在跟那两位小姐讲话，她们一个是霍尔姆斯小姐，一个是丹吉菲尔小姐，一见我来，便不再听她讲话，又用那种娇气的惊恐而好奇的眼光看着我，她们的面纱翻起在她们的小白鼻子上，神秘的眼光在面纱下面流星般闪来闪去。
“Nothing,” Gerald said.
“没什么，”吉拉德说。
“Quentin Compson,” Mrs Bland said. “What would your mother say. A young man naturally gets into scrapes, but to be arrested on foot by a country policeman. What did they think he’d done, Gerald?”
“昆丁·康普生，”布兰特太太说，“你母亲会怎么说呢？年轻人遇上扎手的事，这倒不足为奇，可是走走路让一个乡下巡警抓去，这可太难以为情了。他们说他干了什么不好的事，吉拉德？”
“Nonsense. What was it, you, Spoade?”
“胡 扯。到底是什么，你说，斯波特。”
“He was trying to kidnap that little dirty girl, but they caught him in time,” Spoade said.
“他想拐走那个肮里肮脏的小丫头，可是他们及时赶到逮住了他，”斯波特说。
“Now, Quentin, you tell me what all this foolishness is about,” Mrs Bland said. I told them, Shreve hunched and furious on his little seat and Spoade sitting again on the back of his neck beside Miss Daingerfield.
“好，昆丁，你把这档子蠢事原原本本地告诉我，”布兰特太太说。我告诉了他们。施里夫缩起脖子，在他那个小座位上生气，斯波特又往座背上一靠，挤在丹吉菲尔小姐身边。
“Nonsense,” Mrs Bland said, but her voice sort of died away and she stared at me for a moment, and the girls drew their breaths in with a soft concerted sound. “Fiddlesticks,” Mrs Bland said briskly. “If that isn’t just like these ignorant lowclass Yankees. Get in, Quentin.”
“真是胡 扯，”布兰特太太说，可是她的口气不知怎的软了下来。她打量了我一会儿，两个姑娘步调一致地轻声往里吸了一口气。“真不象话，”布兰特太太急急他说，“这些没有知识的下等北方人哪会干出什么好事来。上车吧，昆丁。”
Shreve and I sat on two small collapsible seats. Gerald cranked the car and got in and we started.
施里夫和我坐在两张可折迭的小加座上。吉拉德用曲柄发动了引擎，爬进车子，我们便开车了。
“And the joke is, all the time Quentin had us all fooled,” Spoade said. “All the time we thought he was the model youth that anybody could trust a daughter with, until the police showed him up at his nefarious work.”
“有意思，昆丁长期以来一直把我们骗了，”斯波特说。“长期以来我们全都以为他是个模范青年，是个可以托妻寄女的人，直到今天干出了这伤天害理的事被警察逮住，我们才恍然大悟。”
“Hush up, Spoade,” Mrs Bland said. We drove down the street and crossed the bridge and passed the house where the pink garment hung in the window. “That’s what you get for not reading my note. Why didn’t you come and get it? Mr MacKenzie says he told you it was there.”
“住嘴，斯波特，”布兰特太太说。我们沿街开去，越过了桥，经过窗上挂着件红外衣的那幢房子。“这就是你不看我的字条的结果。你干吗不去拿呢？麦肯齐先生①说他告诉过你条子在房间里。”
“You’d have let us sit there waiting I don’t know how long, if it hadn’t been for Mr MacKenzie. When he said you hadn’t come back, that left an extra place, so we asked him to come. We’re very glad to have you anyway, Mr MacKenzie.” Shreve said nothing. His arms were folded and he glared straight ahead past Gerald’s cap. It was a cap for motoring in England. Mrs Bland said so. We passed that house, and three others, and another yard where the little girl stood by the gate. She didn’t have the bread now, and her face looked like it had been streaked with coaldust. I waved my hand, but she made no reply, only her head turned slowly as the car passed, following us with her unwinking gaze. Then we ran beside the wall, our shadows running along the wall, and after a while we passed a piece of torn newspaper lying beside the road and I began to laugh again. I could feel it in my throat and I looked off into the trees where the afternoon slanted, thinking of afternoon and of the bird and the boys in swimming. But still I couldn’t stop it and then I knew that if I tried too hard to stop it I’d be crying and I thought about how I’d thought about I could not be a virgin, with so many of them walking along in the shadows and whispering with their soft girlvoices lingering in the shadowy places and the words coming out and perfume and eyes you could feel not see, but if it was that simple to do it wouldn’t be anything and if it wasn’t anything, what was I and then Mrs Bland said, “Quentin? Is he sick, Mr MacKenzie?” and then Shreve’s fat hand touched my knee and Spoade began talking and I quit trying to stop it.
“要不是麦肯齐先生，我不知道还要在那儿坐在汽车里等多久呢。他告诉我们你没有回去，这就空出来一只座位，我们就邀请他一起参加了。不过我们还是非常欢迎你来的，爱肯齐先生。”施里夫一声不吭，他抱着两只胳膊，眼光越过吉拉德的鸭舌帽向前瞪视。这种帽子，据布兰特太太说，是英国人开汽车时戴的。我们经过那幢房子后，又经过了三幢，来到一个院子前，那个小姑娘就站在院门口。她现在手里没有面包皮了，她脸上一道一道的，象是沾上了煤末。我向她挥挥手，她没有理我，仅仅缓缓转动着脑袋，用她那双一霎不霎的眼睛追随着我们的汽车。接着我们行驶在一堵墙前，我们的影子在墙上滑过，过了一会儿，我们驶过一张扔在路边的破报纸，我又忍不住大笑起来。我感觉到它就在我的嗓子眼里，我朝车窗外的树林里看去，下午的陽光斜斜地挂在树上，我想着这个下午所经历的事，想起那只鸟和那些游泳的男孩。可是我仍然抑制不住要笑。这时我明白，如果我过度抑制自己，我会哭起来的，我想起我以前想过：我做不了童男子了，因为有那么多姑娘在陰影里走来走去，用柔和的莺声燕语在说悄悄活，她们呆在暗处，声音传了出来，香气传了出来，你看不到她们的星眸却能感到她们用眼光在扫射你，可是如果事情那么容易做到那就算不得一回事了。如果那算不得一回事那我算什么这时布兰特太太说了，“昆丁，你怎么啦？他是病了吧，麦肯齐先生？”于是施里夫用他胖嘟嘟的手拍拍我的膝盖，斯波特开口说话，我呢，也不设法克制笑声了。（注：①即施里夫，麦肯齐是他的姓。）
“Yessum. I intended to, but I never went back to the room.”
“是的，夫人。我是想去取的，可是我一直没机会回去。”
“If that hamper is in his way, Mr MacKenzie, move it over on your side. I brought a hamper of wine because I think young gentlemen should drink wine, although my father, Gerald’s grandfather ” ever do that Have you ever done that In the gray darkness a little light her hands locked about
“麦肯齐先生，如果那只篮子妨碍他的话，请你挪到你脚底下去。我带来了一篮子葡萄酒，因为我认为年轻的绅士应该喝点酒，尽管我的父亲，吉拉德的外公”做过这样的事吗①你做过这样的事吗。在朦胧中只有极微弱极微弱的光线她的双手扣在（注：①联想到凯蒂失去贞操那晚他与凯蒂谈话的情景，下面几段就是当时汽车中几个人的对白和他头脑屯的回忆的交错。）
“They do, when they can get it,” Spoade said. “Hey, Shreve?” her knees her face looking at the sky the smell of honeysuckle upon her face and throat
“年轻人弄到了酒，自然就喝，”斯波特说。“是吗，施里夫？”她的膝盖上脸仰望着天空她脸上脖子上一片忍冬的香味
“Beer, too,” Shreve said. His hand touched my knee again. I moved my knee again. like a thin wash of lilac colored paint talking about him bringing
“也喝啤酒，”施里夫说。他的手又拍拍我的膝盖。我又挪动了一下膝头。象薄薄的一层紫丁香色的涂料谈起了他就会
“You’re not a gentleman,” Spoade said. him between us until the shape of her blurred not with dark
“你算不上绅士，”斯波特说，让他横梗在我们中间直到她的身影依稀可以从黑暗中辨认出来
“Did you ever drink perfume?” Spoade said. with one hand he could lift her to his shoulder and run with her running Running
“你喝过香水吗？’斯波特说。他一只手就能把她举到自己肩膀上带着她跑着跑着。跑着
“I adore Canada,” Miss Daingerfield said. “I think it’s marvellous.”
“我非常喜欢加拿大，”丹吉菲尔小姐说。“我觉得那地方美极了。”
“No. I’m Canadian,” Shreve said. talking about him the oar blades winking him along winking the Cap made for motoring in England and all time rushing beneath and they two blurred within the other forever more he had been in the army had killed men
“是的。我是加拿大人，”施里夫说。谈起了他船桨跟随着他一路眨眼前进那种帽子可是英国人开汽车时戴的一路上不断向下伛去这两个人合二而一怎么也分不请了②他当过兵杀过人（注：②昆丁在这里下意识地把吉拉德与凯蒂的情人达尔顿·艾密司混淆了起来。）
“No,” Shreve said. running the beast with two backs and she blurred in the winking oars running the swine of Euboeleus running coupled within how many Caddy
“没喝过，”施里夫说。那畜生跑着两只背相叠在一起她在眨着眼的桨影中变得模糊了跑着那只优波流斯①的猪一边跑着一边交 配凯蒂在这期间里和多少个
“and Gerald’s grandfather always picked his own mint before breakfast, while the dew was still on it. He wouldn’t even let old Wilkie touch it do you remember Gerald but always gathered it himself and made his own julep. He was as crotchety about his julep as an old maid, measuring everything by a recipe in his head. There was only one man he ever gave that recipe to; that was ” we did how can you not know it if you’ll just wait I’ll tell you how it was it was a crime we did a terrible crime it cannot be hid you think it can but wait Poor Quentin you’ve never done that have you and I’ll tell you how it was I’ll tell Father then it’ll have to be because you love Father then well have to go away amid the pointing and the horror the clean flame I’ll make you say we did I’m stronger than you I’ll make you know we did you thought it was them but it was me listen I fooled you all the time it was me you thought I was in the house where that damn honeysuckle trying not to think the swing the cedars the secret surges the breathing locked drinking the wild breath the yes Yes Yes yes
“而吉拉德的外公总是在早饭前自己去采薄荷，那时枝叶上还沾着露水。他甚至不肯让老威尔基③碰那棵薄荷，你记得吗，吉拉德？他总是自己采了自己配制他的薄荷威士忌。他调酒上头可挑剔了，象个老小姐似的，他记住了一份配方，一切都按这配方来要求。他这份配方只告诉过一个人，那是”我们做过你怎么会不知道呢如果你有耐心听那就让我来告诉你那是怎么一回事那是一桩罪行我们犯下了一桩可怕的罪行那是隐瞒不了的你以为可以不过你听我说呀可怜的昆丁你根本没有做过这件事是不是我要告诉你这是怎么一回事我要告诉父亲这样一来这就成为事实了因为你爱父亲这样一来我们只有出走这一条路了④为刺人、恐惧与圣洁的火焰所包皮围。我会逼你承认我们做过这件事的我比你力气大我会逼你说是我们干的，你过去以为是他们干的，其实是我，听着，我一直是在骗你，其实是我，你当时以为我在屋子里，那里弥谩着那该死的忍冬香味尽量不去想那秋千那雪杉那神秘的起伏那搅混在一起的呼吸吮吸着狂野的呼吸那一声声是的是的是的是的（注：①古希腊神话中的神，冥府的管理者，他常以牧猪人的形象出现。②昆丁坚持要去向父亲承认他犯下了乱倫的大错。③吉拉德外公家的黑男佣。④昆丁企图用这一手段把自己与凯蒂从这个世界中”游离”开来。他不愿凯蒂与别的男子有什么瓜葛。）
“Neither did I,” Spoade said. I don’t know too many there was something terrible in me terrible in me Father I have committed Have you ever done that We didn’t we didn’t do that did we do that
“我也没喝过，”斯波特说。我也不知道反正很多我心里有件很可怕的事很可怕的事。父亲我犯了罪。②你做过那样的事吗。我们没有我们没有做过我们做过吗
one minute she was standing there the next he was yelling and pulling at her dress they went into the hall and up the stairs yelling and shoving at her up the stairs to the bathroom door and stopped her back against the door and her arm across her face yelling and trying to shove her into the bathroom when she came in to supper T. P. was feeding him he started again just whimpering at first until she touched him then he yelled she stood there her eyes like cornered rats then I was running in the gray darkness it smelled of rain and all flower scents the damp warm air released and crickets sawing away in the grass pacing me with a small travelling island of silence Fancy watched me across the fence blotchy like a quilt on a line I thought damn that nigger he forgot to feed her again I ran down the hill in that vacuum of crickets like a breath travelling across a mirror she was lying in the water her head on the sand spit the water flowing about her hips there was a little more light in the water her skirt half saturated flopped along her flanks to the waters motion in heavy ripples going nowhere renewed themselves of their own movement I stood on the bank I could smell the honeysuckle on the water gap the air seemed to drizzle with honeysuckle and with the rasping of crickets a substance you could feel on the flesh
她一时站在那里②不一会儿他就大叫大喊起来使劲拉她的衣服他们一起走进门厅走上楼梯J面大叫大喊把她往楼上推推到浴室门口停了下来她背靠在门上一条胳膊挡住了脸他大叫大喊想把她推进浴室去后来她走进餐厅来吃晚饭T·P·正在喂他吃饭他又发作了先是呜噜呜噜地哼哼等她摸了他一下他便大叫大喊起来她站在那儿眼睛里的神色就象一只被猫逼在角落里的老鼠那样后来我在灰暗的朦胧中奔跑空气中有一股雨的气息以及潮湿温 暖的空气使各种各样的花吐出芬芳而蛐蛐儿在高一阵低一阵地鸣叫用一个移动的沉寂的圈子伴随着我脚步的前进“阿欢”③在栅栏里瞧我跑过它黑乎乎的有如晾在绳子上的一条被子我想那个黑鬼真混蛋又忘了喂它了我在蛐蛐鸣叫声的真空中跑下小山就象是掠过镜面的一团 气流她正躺在水里她的头枕在沙滩上水没到她的腰腿间在那里拍动着水里还有一丝微光她的裙子已经一半浸透随着水波的拍击在她两侧沉重地掀动着这水并不通到哪里去光是自己在那里扑通扑通地拍打着我站在岸上水淹不到的土岬上我又闻到了忍冬的香味浓得仿佛天上在下着忍冬香味的蒙蒙细雨在蛐蛐声的伴奏下它几乎已经成为你的皮肉能够感觉到的一种物质（注：②又转移到凯蒂失去贞操的那晚。下面的“他”指的是班吉。③就是康普生家养的那匹马。）
“never be got to drink wine himself, but he always said that a hamper what book did you read that in the one where Gerald’s rowing suit of wine was a necessary part of any gentlemen’s picnic basket” did you love them Caddy did you love them When they touched me I died
“他自己从来不喝酒，可是他总是说一篮子酒①你上回念的是哪本书在吉拉德划船服里的那一本是每一个绅士郊游野餐时必不可少的用品”你当时爱他们吗。凯蒂你当时爱他们吗？他们抚触到我时我就死过去了（注：①昆丁耳朵里同时听到布兰特太太的话和车中另一个人的话，句中从“你上回”到“那一本”，即这人所讲的话。）
I sat down on the bank the crass was damn a little then I found my shoes wet
我在河沟边坐下来草有点湿过不了一会我发现我的鞋子里渗进水了
do you love him
你爱他吗
get out now
快上来吧
she sat up then she rose her skirt flopped against her draining she climbed the bank her clothes flopping sat down
她坐了起来接着站起身来她的裙子沉重地搭在她身上不断地在滴水她爬上岸衣服耷拉着她坐了下来
yes
对了
is Benjy still crying
“班吉还在哭吗
but she didn’t move her face was a white blur framed out of the blur of the sand by her hair
可是她没有动她的脸是朦朦胧胧的一团 白色全靠她的头发才跟朦朦胧胧的沙滩区分开来
I don’t know yes I don’t know
“我不知道是的我不知道
then she talked about him clasping her wet knees her face tilted back in the gray light the smell of honeysuckle there was a light in mothers room and in Benjys where T. P. was putting him to bed
于是她谈起他来了双手扣在她潮湿的膝盖上在灰蒙蒙的光线里她的脸朝上仰着忍冬的香味又来了母亲的房里有灯光班吉的房里也有T．P．正在侍候他上床
why don’t you wring it out do you want to catch cold
你为什么不把衣服拧拧干你想着凉不成
get out of that water are you crazy
你别再泡在水里了你疯了吗
the water sucked and gurgled across the sand spit and on in the dark among the willows across the shallow the water rippled like a piece of cloth holding still a little light as water does
水汩汩地流过沙呷被吸进去一部分又继续流到柳林中的黑暗里去流过浅滩时水波微微起伏象是一匹布它仍然保留着一丝光线水总是这样的
poor Benjy
可怜的班吉
hes crossed all the oceans all around the world
他航行过所有的大洋周游过全世界①（注：①这里的“他”是指达尔顿·艾密司。前面说“他当过兵杀过人”，与这句是有关联的。达尔顿·艾密司想系一从海军退伍的军人。）
her hand came out I didn’t move it fumbled down my arm and she held my hand flat against her chest her heart thudding
她的手伸了过来我没有动弹那只手摸索着爬下我的胳膊它抓住了我的手把它平按在她的胸前她的心在怦怦地跳着
did he make you then he made you do it let him he was stronger than you and he tomorrow I’ll kill him I swear I will father needn’t know until afterward and then you and I nobody need ever know we can take my school money we can cancel my matriculation Caddy you hate him don’t you don’t you
是他硬逼你的吧那么是他硬逼你就范由他摆布的吧他比你力气大所以他明天我要把他杀了我发誓明天一定这样做不必跟父亲说事后再让他知道好了这以后你和我别人谁都不告诉咱们可以拿我的学费先用着我们可以放弃我的入学注册凯蒂你恨他对不对对不对
no no
不不
she held my hand against her chest her heart thudding I turned and caught her arm
她把我的手按在她的胸前她的心怦怦跳动着我转过身子抓住她的胳膊
Caddy you hate him don’t you
凯蒂你恨他对不对
poor Quentin
可怜的昆丁
she moved my hand up against her throat her heart was hammering there
她把我的手一点点往上推直到抵达她咽喉上她的心象擂鼓似地在这儿跳着
her face looked at the sky it was low so low that all smells and sounds of night seemed to have been crowded down like under a slack tent especially the honeysuckle it had got into my breathing it was on her face and throat like paint her blood pounded against my hand I was leaning on my other arm it began to jerk and jump and I had to pant to get any air at all out of that thick gray honeysuckle
她的脸仰望着天空天宇很低是那么低使夜色里所有的气味与声音似乎都挤在一起散发不出去如同在一座松垂的帐篷里特别是那忍冬的香味它进入了我的呼吸在她的脸上咽喉上象一层涂料她的血在我手底下突突地跳着我身子的重量都由另一只手支着那只手痉挛抽搐起来我得使劲呼吸才能把空气勉强吸进肺里周围都是浓得化不开的灰色的忍冬香味
when I lifted my hand I could still feel crisscrossed twigs and grass burning into the palm
我把手举了起来依然能感到刚才横七竖八压在我掌心下的小树枝与草梗硌得我好疼
yes I hate him I would die for him I’ve already died for him I die for him over and over again everytime this goes
是的我恨他我情愿为他死去我已经为他死过了每次有这样的事我都一次又一次地为他死去
no like this you’ll have to push it harder
不就这就很好你得使劲往里捅
all right can you do yours by yourself
那很好你自己刺自己行吗
poor Quentin
可怜的昆丁
you’ve never done that have you
你没有干过那样的事是吗
will you close your eyes
你闭上眼睛行吗
what done what
什么干过什么事
but she didn’t move her eyes were wide open looking past my head at the sky
可是她不动她的眼睛睁得好大越过我的头顶仰望着天空
it won’t take but a second just a second then I can do mine I can do mine then
用不了一秒钟只要一秒钟然后我就可以刺我自己刺我自己然后
it won’t take but a second I’ll try not to hurt
用不了一秒钟我尽量不弄痛你
she leaned back on her arms her hands locked about her knees
她向后仰去身体的重量压在胳膊肘上双手仍然抱着膝头
yes
是的
that what I have what I did
就是我干过的事我干的事
touch your hand to it
你拿手来摸摸看
I held the point of the knife at her throat
我把刀尖对准她的咽喉
yes yes lots of times with lots of girls
干过干过许多次跟许多姑娘
all right
好的
yes
记得
do you remember the day damuddy died when you sat down in the water in your drawers
你可记得大姆娣死的那一天你坐在水里弄湿了你的衬裤
Caddy do you remember how Dilsey fussed at you because your drawers were muddy
凯蒂你可记得因为你衬裤沾上了泥水迪尔西怎样大惊小怪吗
then I was crying her hand touched me again and I was crying against her damp blouse then she lying on her back looking past my head into the sky I could see a rim of white under her irises I opened my knife
接着我哭了起来她的手又抚摸着我我扑在她潮湿的胸前哭着接着她向后躺了下去眼睛超过我的头顶仰望天空我能看到她眼睛的虹膜的下面有一道白边我打开我的小刀
yes the blades long enough Benjys in bed by now
行刀身够长的班吉现在睡在床 上了
I don’t know
我不知道
I’m going let it go to the house
我要走了让它去吧
its my knife I dropped it
在找我的刀我掉在地上了
wait a minute I’ll find it
等一会儿我一定要找到它
what time is it
现在几点啦
I could feel her standing there I could smell her damp clothes feeling her there
我感觉到她站在那儿我闻到她湿衣服的气味从而感觉到她是在那儿
was it come on
是吗那么走吧
here it is it was right here all the time
找到了原来刀一直就在这儿
don’t cry poor Quentin
别哭了可怜的昆丁
her muscles gathered I sat up
她的肌肉变硬了我坐了起来
its right here somewhere
就在这儿附近不会太远
do you want me to
你要我捅吗
its funny how you can sit down and drop something and have to hunt all around for it
真有意思你好好坐着怎么会把东西掉了还得费那么大的劲儿四处去找
she sat up
她也坐了起来
what is it what are you doing
这是怎么回事你在干什么
are you afraid to
你是怕
push it are you going to
你捅呀你倒是捅呀
touch your hand to it
你拿手来摸摸看
don’t cry
不要哭
let it go you can find it tomorrow come on
让它去吧明天还可以找嘛走吧
yes push it
是的你捅呀
I’m not crying Caddy
我没哭啊凯蒂
she rose to her feet I fumbled along the ground
她站起身来我还在地上摸着
but I couldn’t stop she held my head against her damp hard breast I could hear her heart going firm and slow now not hammering and the water gurgling among the willows in the dark and waves of honeysuckle coming up the air my arm and shoulder were twisted under me
可是我止不住要哭她把我的头抱在她那潮湿而坚实的胸前我能听到她的心这时跳得很稳很慢不再是怦怦乱蹦了水在柳林中的黑暗里发出汩汩的声音忍冬的香味波浪似地一阵阵升入空中我的胳膊和肩膀扭曲地压在我的身子下面
I got up and followed we went up the hill the crickets hushing before us
我站起身来跟在她后面我们走上小山岗还没等我们走到蛐蛐儿就噤不作声了
we crossed the crest and went on toward the trees she walked into me she gave over a little the ditch was a black scar on the gray grass she walked into me again she looked at me and gave over we reached the ditch
我们翻过小山顶继续往树林里走去她撞在我身上她又让开一点儿在灰色的草地上那条沟象是一条黑疤她又撞在我的身上她看了看我又让开一点儿我们来到沟边
it was matted with vines and briers dark
沟里爬满了藤萝与荆棘黑得很
the ditch narrowed closed she turned toward the trees
沟变得越来越窄通不过去了她转身向树林走去
stop Quentin
别这样昆丁
I’m stronger than you
我比你劲儿大
I got in front of her again
我又绕到她前面去了
the honeysuckle drizzled and drizzled I could hear the crickets watching us in a circle she moved back went around me on toward the trees
忍冬香味的蒙蒙细雨下着不断地下着我能听见蛐蛐儿在我们身边绕成一圈在注视着我们她退后几步绕开我朝树林走去
lets go this way
咱们打这儿走吧
come on
来吧
she was motionless hard unyielding but still
他一动不动身子直僵僵地不展眼但是也不动弹
what for
干什么
damn that honeysuckle I wish it would stop
真讨厌这忍冬的香味我真希望没有这味儿
stop Quentin
别这样昆丁
Caddy
凯蒂
it won’t do any good don’t you know it won’t let me go
这下会有什么好结果你难道不明白吗不会的你放开我
stop it
别这样
Caddy don’t, Caddy
凯蒂别这样凯蒂
I won’t fight stop you’d better stop
我不跟你打架可是你别这样你最好别这样
the gray it was gray with dew slanting up into the gray sky then the trees beyond
一片灰色那是带着露珠的灰色斜斜地通向灰色的天空又遁向远处的树林
you used to like it
你以前不是挺喜欢的吗
they were right here you can’t tell whether you see them or not can you
当初就在这儿可是现在说不准到底能不能找到了是不是
Caddy
凯蒂
I held her
我抱住了她
lets see if you can still see Nancys bones I havens thought to look in a long time have you
看看你是不是还能看见南茵①的骨骸我好久都没想到来看了你想到过吗（注：①康普生家的狗，当年掉在沟里，受了伤，被罗斯库司开枪打死的。）
we reached the fence she crawled through I crawled through when I rose from stooping he was coming out of the trees into the gray toward us coming toward us tall and flat and still even moving like he was still she went to him
我们来到栅栏前她钻了过去我也钻了过去我从猫腰的姿势中直起身来时他①正从树林里走出来来到灰色的光线中向我们走来高高的直挺挺的身子一动不动似的虽然他在走过来但是还是一动不动似的她向他走过去（注：①指达尔顿·艾密司。）
glad to know you
认识你很高兴
against his shadow one shadow
两个影子并成了一个
walk a while I think I’ll go through the woods to the road and come back through town
散一会儿步我想我要穿过林子走到大路上去然后穿过镇子回来
why don’t you go on back to the house
你干吗不一直走回屋子去
then not two heads the darkness smelled of rain of damp grass and leaves the gray light drizzling like rain the honeysuckle coming up in damp waves I could see her face a blur against his shoulder he held her in one arm like she was no bigger than a child he extended his hand
接着两个脑袋分开了黑暗中只闻到一股雨的气息湿草和材叶的气息灰蒙蒙的光象毛毛细雨般降落着忍冬的香味象一股股潮湿的气浪一阵阵地袭来我模模糊糊地看到她那白蒙蒙的脸依偎在他的肩膀上他一只胳膊搂住她仿佛她比一个婴儿大不了多少他伸出了另一只手
I went on
我还是继续往前走
you go on back to the house you needn’t come
你一直走回屋子去好了你不用跟着我
what’re you going to do Quentin
你打算干什么昆丁
damn that honeysuckle
这该死的忍冬香味
their shadows one shadow her head rose it was above his on the sky higher their two heads you don’t have to
他们的身影合成了一个她的头升高了由天空背衬着显得比他高他们两个人的头
this is Quentin I’m wet I’m wet all over you don’t have to if you don’t want to
这是昆丁我身上湿了全湿透了如果你不想可以不来
we shook hands then we stood there her shadow high
我们握了握手接着我们站在那儿她的身影比他的高
if you don’t want to
如果你不想可以不来
come here
过来呀
I went back she touched my shoulder leaning down her shadow the blur of her face leaning down from his high shadow I drew back
我走回去她摸摸我的肩膀她的身影朝我伛来她那模糊不清的灰白色的脸离开了他那高大的身影我退后了一步
Quentin
昆丁
I stopped
我停住脚步
I’m going for a walk
我要去散步
look out
当心点儿
I didn’t look back the tree frogs didn’t pay me any mind the gray light like moss in the trees drizzling but still it wouldn’t rain after a while I turned went back to the edge of the woods as soon as I got there I began to smell honeysuckle again I could see the lights on the courthouse clock and the glare of town the square on the sky and the dark willows along the branch and the light in mothers windows the light still on in Benjys room and I stooped through the fence and went across the pasture running I ran in the gray grass among the crickets the honeysuckle getting stronger and stronger and the smell of water then I could see the water the color of gray honeysuckle I lay down on the bank with my face close to the ground so I couldn’t smell the honeysuckle I couldn’t smell it then and I lay there feeling the earth going through my clothes listening to the water and after a while I wasn’t breathing so hard and I lay there thinking that if I didn’t move my face I wouldn’t have to breathe hard and smell it and then I wasn’t thinking about anything at all she came along the bank and stopped I didn’t move
我头也不固地就走了那些树蛙根本不理睬我灰暗的光线象树上的苔藓散发水份那样弥漫在空间但是仅仅象毛毛雨而不象真在下雨过了一会儿我回过身来走到树林边缘我刚走到那里又开始闻到忍冬的香味我能看见法院顶楼那只大钉上的灯光以及镇上广场上的灯映在天际的微光还看得见小河沟边那排黝黑的垂柳以及母亲房里的灯光班吉房里的灯光仍然亮着我弯下身子钻过栅栏一路小跑着越过牧场我在灰色的草丛里跑着周围都是蛐蛐儿忍冬的香味越来越浓了还有水的气息这时我看到水光了也是灰忍冬色的我躺在河岸上脸贴紧土地为的是不想闻到忍冬的香味我现在闻不到了我躺在那儿只觉得泥上渗进我的衣服我听着潺潺水声过了一会儿我呼吸不那么费劲了我就躺在那儿想如果我的脸不动我就可以呼吸得轻松些这就可以闻不到那种气味了接着我什么都不去想脑子里是一片空自她沿着河岸走来停住了脚步我一动不动
goodnight
再见了
I’m not sleepy I’m going to take a walk
我不困我想散散步
no I’m going through the woods
不我要穿过树林去
I’ll be there soon wait for me you wait
我一会儿就来你要等我你等我
wait for me at the branch
在小河沟那边等我
you go on home
你回家去吧
what do you want
你有什么事
what do you want
你有什么事
I turned away going
我转身走开去
come here Quentin
到这边来昆丁
in the woods the tree frogs were going smelling rain in the air they sounded like toy music boxes that were hard to turn and the honeysuckle
在林子里树蛙①在叫闻到了空中雨的气息它们的叫声象是很难拧得动的八音琴所发出的声音忍冬的香味（注：①一种在树丛中与树上生活的蛙。）
I had to stop and fasten the gate she went on in the gray light the smell of rain and still it wouldn’t rain and honey-suckle beginning to come from the garden fence beginning she went into the shadow I could hear her feet then
我得停下脚步把院门闩上她在灰蒙蒙的光线下继续往前走空气中有雨的气息但是雨还下不下来忍冬的香味开始透过花园的栅栏传过来开始传过来她走到陰影里去了我能听到她的脚步声这时候
I pulled her she was limp I lifted her to her feet
我拉她她身子软弱无力我把她拉得站起来
we crossed the branch the roof came in sight then the windows upstairs
我们跨过了小河沟看见了家里的屋顶然后又见到了楼上的窗子
her clothes rustled I didn’t move they stopped rustling
她的衣服悉索作响我一动不动她的衣服不响了
yes I will if you want me to I will
好吧我进屋去如果你要我这么做我愿意
get up
站起身来
yes
好吧
she lifted her face then I saw she wasn’t even looking at me at all I could see that white rim
她仰起脸来这时我看到她连看都不着我我能看到那圈眼白
go on to the house like I told you
进屋去吧听我的活
what
什么
you shut up
你给我闭嘴
its late you go on home
天很晚了你回家去吧
I shook her
我摇晃她
she didn’t even look at me I caught her shoulder and shook her hard
她连看部不看我我一把抓住她的肩傍使劲地摇晃她的身子
you shut up you shut up
你闭嘴你闭嘴
hes asleep now
他现在睡了
all right
好吧
Caddy
凯蒂
yes I’ll do anything you want me to anything yes
好吧你要我怎么做我就怎么做什么都行好吧
go on now
现在你走吧
go on
走吧
I didn’t hear anything
我什么也没听见
was Benjy still crying when you left
你出来时班吉还在哭吗
I sat up she was sitting on the ground her hands clasped about her knee
我坐了起来她坐在地上双手抱住膝头
are you going in like I told you
你不听我的话进屋去吗
you go on home its late
你回家去吧天很晚了
finally I saw him he was just going into the barbershop he looked out
我终于看见他①了他刚刚走进理发店他眼光朝店门外看去（注：①这里的“他”是达尔顿·艾密司。刚才的事情发生后几天，昆丁在理发店里见到他。）
not breathing except slow like far away breathing
她屏住气即使呼吸也是呼吸得极慢好象在很远的地方
there’s a curse on us its not our fault is it our fault
我们头上笼罩着一重诅咒这不是我们的过错难道是我们的过错吗
all right I will stop well make too much noise
好吧我不响就是了咱们要把大家吵醒了
you go on into the house go on now
你进屋去你现在就进去
I am don’t cry I’m bad anyway you can’t help it
我是要进屋去你别嚷嚷呀我反正是个坏姑娘你拦也拦不住我了
lets go out to the swing they’ll hear you here
咱们上秋千那边去在这儿他们会听见你的声音的
I wish you were dead
我真希望你死
you shut up you shut up you hear me you shut up are you going to shut up
你闭嘴你闭嘴你听见没有你闭嘴你到底闭嘴不闭嘴
I stopped at the steps I couldn’t hear her feet
我在台阶下停了步我听不见她的脚步声了
tell me what you’re thinking about tell me
告诉我你这会儿在想什么告诉我
do you you coming in now
你这样希望吗你现在进不进屋
Caddy
凯蒂
I don’t know
我不知道
Caddy
凯蒂
no hush now well wake Benjy up
没有别吱声了咱们会把班吉吵醒的
you can’t make me there’s a curse on us
你没法逼我去睡觉我们头上笼罩着一重诅咒
hush come on and go to bed now
嘘来吧快去睡觉吧
I heard her feet then my hand touched her not warm not cool just still her clothes a little damp still
这时我又听见她的脚步声了我伸出手去碰碰她不温 暖但也不凉她的衣服仍旧有点儿湿
do you love him now
你现在爱他吗
are you thinking about him now
你现在脑子里还在想他吗
I don’t know
我不知道
Caddy do you love him now
凯蒂你现在爱他吗
I’ll kill you do you hear
我要杀死你你听见没有
outside the gray light the shadows of things like dead things in stagnant water
在灰蒙蒙的灯光之外一切东西的黑影都象是一潭死水里泡着的死猫死狗
stop stop Quentin
别这样别这样昆丁
I’m not crying do you say I’m crying
我又没喊你说我喊了吗
nothing can’t I go for a ride if I want to
没什么我想骑马出去溜达难道不行吗
I went down the drive and out the gate I turned into the lane then I ran before I reached the bridge I saw him leaning on the rail the horse was hitched in the woods he looked over his shoulder then he turned his back he didn’t look up until I came onto the bridge and stopped he had a piece of bark in his hands breaking pieces from it and dropping them over the rail into the water
我顺着院子里的车道走走出院门拐进小巷这时我奔跑起来我还没走到桥头使看见他靠在桥栏上他那匹马拴在林子里他扭过头来看了看接着便把身子也转了过来但是直等我来到桥上停住脚步他才抬起头来他手里拿着一块树皮他从上面掰下一小片一小片扔到桥栏外面的水里去
at one o’clock right
一点钟行不
yes all right
知道行啊
yes
行
I’m obliged to you
打扰你了
he rolled the cigarette quickly with about two motions he struck the match with his thumb
他很快三两下就卷好一支香烟大拇指一捻又擦亮了火柴
none of your business whore whore
这不干你的事娼妓你这娼妓
no that’s not so good you know that bridge over the creek in there back of
不那儿不太合适你知道小溪上的那座桥吗就在那什么的后裔
you’re going to do something what is it
你是要去干一件事是什么事呀
she heard me tell T. P. to saddle Prince at one o’clock she kept watching me not eating much she came too
她听见我吩咐T．P．一点钟给“王子”备好鞍她一直打量着我饭也吃不下她也跑过来了
I stopped looked back
我站住脚步回过头去看
I’ve been looking for you two or three days
我找你找了有两三天了
you wanted to see me
你早就想找我吗
I turned away
我转身走了
I’m going to see you
我要找你谈谈
she need me for anything now
她现在有什么事需要找我吗
what are you going to do
你想去干什么
I’ll come to your room are you at the hotel
我到你房间去你不是住在旅馆里吗
he looked like he was made out of bronze his khaki shirt
他的模样就象是青铜铸就的他的卡其衬衫
I’ll be there at one
我一点钟在那儿等你
we can’t talk here suppose I meet you somewhere
此处不是谈话之处是不是我到什么地方去看你
she all right
她好吗
T. P. had Prince at the side door
T·P·把“主子”牵到边门的门口
I won’t want him I’m going to walk
我不想骑它了我要走走
I went on and waited
我走上去等了片刻
I’ll give you until tonight
我限你今天晚上一定得走
how old are you
你多大了
listen save this for a while I want to know if shes all right have they been bothering her up there
听着先别说这些我想知道她好不好家里有人跟她过不去不
he broke a piece of bark and dropped it into the water then he laid the bark on the rail and rolled a cigarette with those two swift motions spun the match over the rail
他掰下一块树皮扔进水里然后把那片大树皮放在桥栏上用他那两个麻利的动作卷了一支烟把火柴一捻让它旋转着落到栏杆外面去
Quentin
昆丁
listen buddy whets your name Benjys the natural isn’t he
听着小子你叫什么名字班吉是那傻子是不那么你呐
that’s something you don’t need to trouble yourself about
这种事不劳你来操心
he broke a piece of bark deliberately dropped it carefully into the water watched it float away
他故意慢条斯理地掰下一块树皮慢吞吞地扔到河里瞧着它在水面上漂走
I came to tell you to leave town
我是来告诉你你必须离开这个小镇
what will you do if I don’t leave
要是我不走你打算怎么办
then I heard myself saying I’ll give you until sundown to leave town
接着我听见自已说我限你今天太陽下山之前非离开本镇不可
he looked at me
他打量着我
the smoke flowed in two jets from his nostrils across his face
烟分成两缕从他鼻孔里喷出来飘浮在他的面前
I’ll kill you don’t think that just because I look like a kid to you
我要杀死你别以为我又瘦又小跟你相比象个小孩
I began to shake my hands were on the rail I thought if I hid them hed know why
我开始颤抖起来我的双字都按在栏杆上我忖度假如我把手藏到背后去他会猜透这是为了什么
I say you must go not my father not anybody I say it
我说你必须走不是我父亲说的也不是任何人说的就是我说的
my mouth said it I didn’t say it at all
这句话是我自然而然溜出嘴来的其实我根本不想告诉他
did she send you to me
是她派你来说这话的吗
I said you must leave town
我说过了你必须离开这个小镇
Quentin
昆丁
listen no good taking it so hard its not your fault kid it would have been some other fellow
听着何必这么认真这又不是你的过错小毛孩子如果不是我也会是别的一个什么男人的
you can’t hit it now
你现在可打不着了
I hit him my open hand beat the impulse to shut it to his face his hand moved as fast as mine the cigarette went over the rail I swung with the other hand he caught it too before the cigarette reached the water he held both my wrists in the same hand his other hand flicked to his armpit under his coat behind him the sun slanted and a bird singing somewhere beyond the sun we looked at one another while the bird singing he turned my hands loose
我伸手揍他我那摊开的巴掌抑制了捏拢来揍他的冲动他的手动得和我的一般快香烟落到桥栏外面去了我挥起另一只手他又把它抓住了动作真快香烟都还没落到水里他用一只手抓住我的两只手他另一只手倏地伸到外衣里面腋窝底下在他身后太陽斜斜地照着一只鸟在陽光外面不知什么地方啁鸣我们对盯着那只鸟还在叫个不停他松开了我的两只手
no
打不着吗
he raked the cigarette ash carefully off against the rail he did it slowly and carefully like sharpening a Pencil my hands had quit shaking
他慢条斯理地在桥栏上弹了弹烟灰他干得又慢又细致仿佛是在削铅笔我的手不打颤了
no but they’re all bitches
没有不过女人全一样都是騷货
look here
你瞧这个
did you ever have a sister did you
你有姐妹没有你有没有
it floated on it was quite still in the woods I heard the bird again and the water afterward the pistol came up he didn’t aim at all the bark disappeared then pieces of it floated up spreading he hit two more of them pieces of bark no bigger than silver dollars
树皮还在往前漂林子里鸦雀无声我事后才又听到鸟的啁鸣和水的汩汩声只见槍口翘了起来他压根儿没有瞄准那树皮就不见了接着一块块碎片浮了起来在水面上散开他又打中了两块碎片都不见得比银元大
he took the bark from the rail and dropped it into the water it bobbed up the current took it floated away his hand lay on the rail holding the pistol loosely we waited
他从桥栏上拿下树皮把它扔进水里树皮冒到水面上水流挟带着它漂去他那只松松地拿着手槍的手搁在桥栏上我们等待着
to hell with your gun
把你的槍拿走
all right let go
没什么放开我吧
what
什么
can you make it home all right
你自己能回家吗
let me alone I’m all right
别管我我很好
that’s enough I guess
我看这就够了吧
you can hang the reins on the pommel and turn him loose hell go back to the stable
你到家后可以把缰绳搭在鞍头上放开它它自己会回马棚去的
he let me go I leaned against the rail
他放开了我我靠在桥栏上
you’ll need it from what you said I’m giving you this one because you’ve seen what it’ll do
你会用得着的你方才不是说要干一件事吗我把它给你你方才也看到了它挺好使的
yes how do you feel
是的揍了你现在觉得怎样
no you go on
不要你走你的
do you feel all right
你没什么吧
what for I won’t try to beat that
干什么我又不想跟你比槍法
go on let me alone
走吧让我独自待一会儿
you’d better not try to walk take my horse
你大概走不了还是骑我的马吧
did you hit me
你方才揍我了是吗
let me alone you go on and let me alone
别管我你走你的不用管我
I couldn’t hear
我听不见你说什么
I hit him I was still trying to hit him long after he was holding my wrists but I still tried then it was like I was looking at him through a piece of colored glass I could hear my blood and then I could see the sky again and branches against it and the sun slanting through them and he holding me on my feet
我伸字揍他等他把我的手腕捉住了我还是一个劲儿地想揍他这样有好一会儿接着我好象是通过一副有色眼镜在看他我听到我的血液涌跳的声音接着我又能看到天空了又能看到天空前面的树枝了还有斜斜地穿过树枝的陽光他正抱着我想让我站直
he swung the cylinder out and blew into the barrel a thin wisp of smoke dissolved he reloaded the three chambers shut the cylinder he handed it to me butt first
他把弹膛转过去朝槍管里吹了一口气一缕细细的青烟消散在空中他把那三个空弹膛袋上子弹把槍膛推了回去然后槍口朝自己把槍递给我
I leaned on the rail looking at the water I heard him untie the horse and ride off and after a while I couldn’t hear anything but the water and then the bird again I left the bridge and sat down with my back against a tree and leaned my head against the tree and shut my eyes a Patch of sun came through and fell across my eyes and I moved a little further around the tree I heard the bird again and the water and then everything sort of rolled away and I didn’t feel anything at all I felt almost good after all those days and the nights with honeysuckle coming up out of the darkness into my room where I was trying to sleep even when after a while I knew that he hadn’t hit me that he had lied about that for her sake too and that I had just passed out like a girl but even that didn’t matter anymore and I sat there against the tree with little flecks of sunlight brushing across my face like yellow leaves on a twig listening to the water and not thinking about anything at all even when I heard the horse coming fast I sat there with my eyes closed and heard its feet bunch scuttering the hissing sand and feet running and her hard running hands
我倚在桥栏上望着河水我听见他解开了马跨上坐骑走了过了一会儿我耳朵里只有潺潺水声别的什么也听不见接着又听到了鸟叫声我从桥上下来在一棵树下坐了下来我把背靠在树干上头也斜靠在树干上闭上了眼睛一片陽光穿过村枝落在我的眼帘上我挪动了一下身子依旧靠在树上我又听到鸟在叫了还有水声接着一切都仿佛离远了我又是什么都感觉不到了在那些令人难熬的日日夜夜之后我现在倒反而觉得很轻松那时忍冬的香味从黑暗里钻出来进入我的房间我甚至正竭力想入睡但过了一会儿我知道他根本没有打我他假装说打了那也是为了她的缘故我却象一个女孩子那样的晕了过去不过即使这样也都已经无所谓了我坐在树下背靠着树斑斑点点的陽光拂撩着我的脸仿佛一根小树枝上的几片黄叶我听着瀑漏水声什么都不想即使我听到传来马蹄疾驰的声音我坐在那里眼睛闭着听到了马蹄站停在沙地上踏着发出沙沙声然后是奔跑的脚步声然后感到她急急地摸索着的手
quit that quit it
停一停别撞了
she held my face between her hands bumping my head against the tree
她用双手抱住我的头用力推我的头去撞那棵树
I caught her wrists
我抓住了她的手腕
anytime he will believe me
他每一次都愿意相信我的话
she tried to bump my head against the tree
她又想推我的头让它去撞树
I opened my eyes her hands running on my face
我张开眼睛她的双手在我脸上摸来摸去
do you love him Caddy
你爱他吗凯蒂
Caddy
凯蒂
yes I can tell him I can make him believe anytime I can make him
好吧我可以告诉他使他相信我每一次都能使他相信我的话是对的
let me go
放开我
she looked at me then everything emptied out of her eyes
她瞧着我接着一切神采从她眼睛里消失了
fool fool are you hurt
傻瓜傻瓜你受伤了吗
do I what
我什么他
I told him never to speak to me again I told him
我方才告诉他再也不要来找我了我告诉他了
stop stop that
别别别这样
let me go I’ve got to catch him and ask his let me go Quentin please let me go let me go
放开我我一定得追上他要他放开我呀昆丁求求你放开我放开我
she hadn’t hitched Prince he was liable to strike out for home if the notion took him
她没有拴住“王子”它随时都可能拔脚往回跑只要它产生了这个想法
she tried to break her wrists free
她想挣脱她的手腕
and they looked like the eyes in statues blank and unseeing and serene
这双眼睛成了石像的眼睛一片空白视而不见静如止水
all at once she quit her wrists went lax
突然之间她不再挣扎了她的手腕松瘫了
I knew he wouldn’t I knew he wouldn’t
我知道他不会打你的我知道不会的
stop it I’m stronger than you stop it now
别这样我比你劲儿大别这样
I didn’t know which way until I heard the pistol I didn’t know where I didn’t think he and you running off slipping I didn’t think he would have
我不知道你们在哪个方向直到后来听见了槍声我不知道你们究竟在哪儿我没想到他和你会偷偷地跑出来较劲儿我没想到他居然会
“Look out,” I said. “I can do it. Yes, it’s about stopped now.” I dipped the rag again, breaking the balloon. The rag stained the water. “I wish I had a clean one.”
“当心，”我说，“我自己来吧。是的，血差不多止住了。”我又把布片浸在水盆里，戳破了那只气球，布片上的血迹化开在水里。“我希望有一块干净的布。”
It dept on running for a long time, but my face felt cold and sort of dead, and my eye, and the cut place on my finger was smarting again. I could hear Shreve working the pump, then he came back with the basin and a round blob of twilight wobbling in it, with a yellow edge like a fading balloon, then my reflection. I tried to see my face in it.
血不断地流淌，流了很久，①可是我的脸觉得发冷象是死了似的，我的眼睛，还有我手指上破了的地方又感到刺痛了一我能听到施里夫在压水泵的声音。接着他端着脸盆回来，有一片暗淡的天光在盆里荡漾，它有一道黄边，象一只褪色的气球，然后又映出了我的倒影。我想从里面看清我自己的脸。（注：①回到”当前”，上接169页第5行仿宋体字后面。昆丁与吉拉德打了一架，刚从昏迷中清醒过来，刚才的思想活动都是他昏迷时的潜意识活动。）
put your hand against my throat
把你的手放在我的咽喉上
say it again
再说一遍
I felt the first surge of blood there it surged in strong accelerating beats
我感觉到一股热血涌上她的喉头猛烈地加速度地怦怦搏动着
say it again
再说一遍
her face looked off into the trees where the sun slanted and where the bird
她的脸朝树林深处望去那里陽光斜斜地照在树上鸟儿在
now say his name
现在说他的名字
she took my hand and held it flat against her throat
她抓住我的手让它贴紧在她咽喉上
Dalton Ames
达尔顿·艾密司
her blood surged steadily beating and beating against my hand
她的血不断地向上涌在我手掌下面一阵接一阵地搏动
Dalton Ames
达尔顿·艾密司
“You need a piece of beefsteak for that eye,” Shreve said. “Damn if you won’t have a shiner tomorrow. The son of a bitch,” he said.
“最好能有一片生牛肉贴在眼睛上，”施里夫说，“真糟糕，你明天不出现一只黑眼圈那才怪哩。那小子真浑，”他说。
“Has it stopped?” Shreve said. “Give me the rag.” He tried to take it from my hand.
“血不流了吧？”施里夫说。“把那块布给我。”他想从我手里把它取走。
“I don’t know,” Shreve said. “Hold it against your eye. Here.”
“可我也说不上来，”施里夫说。“按在眼睛上呀。这样。”
“You can’t get that off,” Shreve said. “You’ll have to send it to the cleaner’s. Come on, hold it on your eye, why don’t you.
“这你是擦不掉的，”施里夫说。“你得送到洗衣房去才行。好了，把手帕贴在眼睛上吧，那不是更好吗。”
“Did I hurt him any?” I wrung out the handkerchief and tried to clean the blood off of my vest.
“我是不是也把他打伤了一点？”我拧干手帕，想把我背心上的血迹擦干净。
“I can get some of it off,” I said. But I wasn’t doing much good. “What sort of shape is my collar in?”
“我可以擦去一些血迹，”我说。不过并没什么效果。“我的硬领成了什么模样啦？”
“Look out,” I said. “I can do it. Did I hurt him any?”
“省心，”我说，“我自己也会按的。我一点也没打伤他吗？”
“You may have hit him. I may have looked away just then or blinked or something. He boxed the hell out of you. He boxed you all over the place. What did you want to fight him with your fists for? You goddam fool. How do you feel?”
“也许你揍着他一两下。不过我那时不是在往别处看就是在眨眼。他可是把你打了个落花流水。把你打得都无处躲藏。你干吗要挥动拳头跟他打架？你这大傻瓜：你现在觉得怎么样？”
“I feel fine,” I said. Everything was sort of violet and still, the sky green paling into gold beyond the gable of the house and a plume of smoke rising from the chimney without any wind. I heard the pump again. A man was filling a pail, watching us across his pumping shoulder. A woman crossed the door, but she didn’t look out. I could hear a cow lowing somewhere.
“我觉得挺好，”我说。周围的一切都变成紫色的、一动不动的了，在屋子的山墙上面，天空从绿色一点点褪成了金色，没有一丝儿风，烟囱里冒出来的烟直直地升入天空。我又听见水泵声了。一个男人拿了一只桶在接水，上边压水泵上边扭过头来看我们。有个女人经过了门口，不过她并没有朝外张望。我听见不知什么地方有一头牛在哞哞叫着。
“Oh, forget your damn clothes. Does your eye hurt?”
“唉，别操心你那些个衣服了。你眼睛还疼不疼？”
“I feel fine,” I said. “I wonder if I can get something to clean my vest.”
“我觉得挺好，”我说。“我就是担心设法把背心弄干净。”
“Come on,” Shreve said. “Let your clothes alone and put that rag on your eye. I’ll send your suit out first thing tomorrow.”
“好了，”施里夫说。“别管你的衣服了，把手帕按在眼睛上吧。明天一早我就替你把衣服拿出去洗。”
“All right. I’m sorry I didn’t bleed on him a little, at least.”
“好吧。我很懊恼，至少我是应该流些血在他的衣服上的。”
“Son of a bitch,” Shreve said. Spoade came out of the house, talking to the woman I reckon, and crossed the yard. He looked at me with his cold, quizzical eyes.
“那个浑小子。”施里夫说。斯波特从屋子里出来，穿过院子，他大概是在里面和某个娘们聊天。他又用他那种冷冷的、怀疑的眼光打量着我。
“Well, bud,” he said, looking at me, “I’ll be damned if you don’t go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? burn houses?”
“哼，小子，”他说，打量着我，“你为了找乐子，真肯玩命啊。先是拐骗小姑娘，接着又是打架。你往常放假都干些什么消遣，是放火烧别人的房子吗？”
“I’m all right,” I said. “What did Mrs Bland say?”
“我挺好，”我说。“布兰特太太说什么了没有？”
“She’s giving Gerald hell for bloodying you up. She’ll give you hell for letting him, when she sees you. She don’t object to the fighting, it’s the blood that annoys her. I think you lost caste with her a little by not holding your blood better. How do you feel?”
“她因为吉拉德给你放了血正在劈头劈脸地骂他呢。等她见到你，也会因为你让他把你打出血来把你臭骂一顿的。她倒不反对打架，不过见到流血让她心烦，我想你设能不让自己流血，这使你在她心目中社会地位降低了一等。你现在觉得怎么样？”
“Quite right,” Spoade said. “But I didn’t know Quentin was drunk.”
“一点儿不错，”斯波特说。“不过依我看昆丁也没有喝醉嘛。”
“Sure,” Shreve said. “If you can’t be a Bland, the next best thing is to commit adultery with one or get drunk and fight him, as the case may be.”
“当然罗，”施里夫说，“既然你没法让自己投胎在布兰特家，不得已求其次，只好视情况而定，或是跟布兰特家的人通奸，或是喝醉了酒跟他们家的人打架罗。”
“He wasn’t,” Shreve said. “Do you have to be drunk to want to hit that son of a bitch?”
“他是没喝醉，”施里夫说，“你非得喝醉了才能壮起胆子跟那浑小子打架的吗？”
“He has?” Spoade said. “Did you know that when you hit him?”
“是吗？”斯波特说。“你打他的时候就已经知道的吗？”
“The first I knew was when you jumped up all of a sudden and said, ‘Did you ever have a sister? did you?’ and when he said No, you hit him. I noticed you kept on looking at him, but you didn’t seem to be paying any attention to what anybody was saying until you jumped up and asked him if he had any sisters.”
“我只知道你忽然跳起来，嚷道，‘你有姐妹吗？你有吗？’吉拉德说没有，你就打他。我注意到你一个劲儿地瞅着他，不过你象是根本没注意旁人在说些什么，突然之间却蹦起来问他有没有姐妹。”
“I don’t know. I don’t know why I did.”
“我不知道，我自己也不明白干吗要打他。”
“Say,” he said. “What did you hit him for? What was it he said?”
“喂，”他说，“你方才干吗要打他？他说了什么来着？”
“Well, I think I’d have to be pretty drunk to try it, after seeing how Quentin came out. Where’d he learn to box?”
“嚯，看到昆丁被打得这么惨，我想我是非得喝得酩酊大醉了才敢这么干的。吉拉德这手拳是在哪儿学的？”
“This is all right,” I said. I dipped the cloth again and held it to my eye. “Wish I had something to clean my vest.” Spoade was still watching me.
“这样就行了，”我说。我把手帕又浸浸湿，重新敷在眼睛上。“真希望能有什么东西来把背心擦擦干净。”斯波特还在打量着我。
“Ah, he was blowing off as usual,” Shreve said, “about his women. You know: like he does, before girls, so they don’t know exactly what he’s saying. All his damn innuendo and lying and a lot of stuff that don’t make sense even. Telling us about some wench that he made a date with to meet at a dance hall in Atlantic City and stood her up and went to the hotel and went to bed and how he lay there being sorry for her waiting on the pier for him, without him there to give her what she wanted. Talking about the body’s beauty and the sorry ends thereof and how tough women have it, without anything else they can do except lie on their backs. Leda lurking in the bushes, whimpering and moaning for the swan, see. The son of a bitch. I’d hit him myself. Only I’d grabbed up her damn hamper of wine and done it if it had been me.”
“啊，他跟平时一般在夸夸其谈呗，”施里夫说，“吹他情场如何得意。你还不知道吗，只要有姑娘在跟前他一直如此，让她们摸不着头脑。闪烁其词啦、故弄玄虚啦，说得个天花乱坠不着边际让他告诉我们他在大西洋城怎么跟一个妞儿约好在跳舞厅见面，他却失约让她白等，自己回到旅馆去睡大觉，躺在床 上，不免替对方感到伤心，因为自己‘放了生’，没能侍候她，满足她的要求。接着又大谈肉体的美，而一切烦恼也由此产生，女人是怎样的贪得无厌，除了仰卧在床 上别的什么也干不了。丽达①躲藏在树丛里，呜咽着呻吟着等那只天鹅出现，懂吗。这个狗娘养的。我自己都想揍他一顿。不过，要是我，我就会抢起他妈妈放酒的那只篮子，往他脑袋上扣下去。”（注：①希腊神话中斯巴达王泰达鲁斯之妻，大神宙斯常常变成天鹅来与她幽会。）
“He’s been going to Mike’s every day, over in town,” I said.
“他每天都进城到麦克的训练班去学的，”我说。
“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess so. Yes.”
“我什么都不知道，”我说。“我猜是这样的吧。是啊。”
“Wet it again,” Shreve said. “Want some fresh water?”
“再把布沾沾湿吧，”施里夫说。“再打点干净水来要不要？”
“Tell them nothing,” Shreve said. “Tell her her option expired at sunset. Come on, Quentin. I’ll ask that woman where the nearest interurban –“
“什么也不用说，”施里夫说。“跟她说她的东道权也只能维持到太陽下山时为止、来吧，昆丁。成要向那边那个女人打听最近的区间车站在——”
“Like this?” Shreve said. “With his clothes all over blood?”
“就这副模样？”施里夫说，“浑身上下全都是血？”
“Oh,” Spoade said, “the champion of dames. Bud, you excite not only admiration, but horror.” He looked at me, cold and quizzical. “Good God,” he said.
“噢，”斯波特说，“你真是个捍卫女人的英雄。小子，你所引起的反应不仅有钦佩，而且还有恐惧。”他冷冷地嘲讽地打量着我。“我的老天爷啊，”他说。
“He ought to go back so they’ll know he fights like a gentleman,” Spoade said. “Gets licked like one, I mean.”
“我看他应该回去，好让他们知道他打起架来很有绅士气派，”斯波特说。“我是说，挨打起来很有绅士气派。”
“Hell with them,” Shreve said. “Come on here.”
“还野什么餐，”施里夫说。“咱们走吧。”
“You needn’t come,” I said. “You go on back to the picnic.”
“你不用陪我，”我说。“你回去参加野餐吧。”
“I’m sorry I hit him,” I said. “Do I look too bad to go back and get it over with?”
“我打了他，觉得很抱歉，”我说。“我样子很狼狈，这样回去道歉恐怕太难看了吧？”
“No,” I said. “I’m not going back to town.”
“不，”我说，“我现在还不想回城。”
“Why, all right,” Spoade said. “You know best.”
“那，好吧，”斯波特说，“你们自己知道怎么办最好。”
“Apologies, hell,” Shreve said. “Let them go to hell. We’re going to town.”
“道歉个屁，”施里夫说，“让他们见鬼去吧。咱们回城里去。”
“What’ll I tell them?” Spoade said. “Tell them you and Quentin had a fight too?”
“那我跟他们怎么说呢？”斯波特说。“告诉他们你和昆丁也打了一架，行吗？”
“He can’t go around in his undershirt,” Shreve said. “He’s not a senior yet. Come on, let’s go to town.”
“他可不能光穿着衬衣到处乱跑。”施里夫说，“他还不是个四年级生呢。来吧，咱们回城里去吧。”
Shreve stopped, looking at me. Turning his glasses looked like small yellow moons.
施里夫站住了，瞧了瞧我。他转过身子时，他的眼镜片象两只小小的黄月亮。
“I’m not going back to town yet. You go on back to the picnic. Tell them I wouldn’t come back because my clothes were spoiled.”
“我现在还不想回城。你回去参加野餐吧。告诉他们我不能参加了，因为我衣服都弄脏了。”
“Look here,” he said. “What are you up to?”
“听着，”他说，“你到底想干什么？”
“Do you know where the station is?” Shreve said.
“你知道车站在哪儿吗？”施里夫说。
“Nothing. I’m all right. You and Spoade go on back. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I went on across the yard, toward the road.
“没什么。我挺好的。你和斯波特回去吧。咱们明天再见。”我穿过院子朝大路走去。
“What are you going to do?”
“你打算干什么？”
“I’ll find it. I’ll see you all tomorrow. Tell Mrs Bland I’m sorry I spoiled her party.” They stood watching me. I went around the house. A rock path went down to the road. Roses grew on both sides of the path. I went through the gate, onto the road. It dropped downhill, toward the woods, and I could make out the auto beside the road. I went up the hill. The light increased as I mounted, and before I reached the top I heard a car. It sounded far away across the twilight and I stopped and listened to it. I couldn’t make out the auto any longer, but Shreve was standing in the road before the house, looking up the hill. Behind him the yellow light lay like a wash of paint on the roof of the house. I lifted my hand and went on over the hill, listening to the car. Then the house was gone and I stopped in the green and yellow light and heard the car growing louder and louder, until just as it began to die away it ceased all together. I waited until I heard it start again. Then I went on.
“我能找到的。咱们明天见。告诉布兰特太太我感到很抱歉，因为我破坏了她的郊游。”他们两人站在那儿看着我。我绕过屋角。有条石块铺的小路直通大路。小路两旁栽满了攻瑰花。我穿过院门，来到大路上。大路是往下倾斜的，通向树林，我能辨认出停在路边的那辆汽车。我爬上小山，越往上走光线就越亮，快到山顶时我听到一辆汽车的声音。在暮色苍茫中它听起来仿佛离我相当远，我站住了脚步倾听。我已经看不清那辆汽车了。可是施里夫依然站在房子前面的大路上，朝小山顶上眺望。在他身后，屋顶上有一派黄光，就象是一抹油彩。我举起手来挥了挥，接着便翻过山头，一面仍然谛听汽车的声音。这时房子看不见了，我在绿色与黄色的光线中站停脚步，听到汽车的声音越来越响，直到快听不见时它忽然停住了。我等待着，直到它又响了起来。接着我继续往前走去。
The lights were on in the car, so while we ran between trees I couldn’t see anything except my own face and a woman across the aisle with a hat sitting right on top of her head, with a broken feather in it, but when we ran out of the trees I could see the twilight again, that quality of light as if time really had stopped for a while, with the sun hanging just under the horizon, and then we passed the marquee where the old man had been eating out of the sack, and the road going on under the twilight, into twilight and the sense of water peaceful and swift beyond. Then the car went on, the draft building steadily up in the open door until it was drawing steadily through the car with the odor of summer and darkness except honeysuckle. Honeysuckle was the saddest odor of all, I think. I remember lots of them. Wistaria was one. On the rainy days when Mother wasn’t feeling quite bad enough to stay away from the windows we used to play under it. When Mother stayed in bed Dilsey would put old clothes on us and let us go out in the rain because she said rain never hurt young folks. But if Mother was up we always began by playing on the porch until she said we were making too much noise, then we went out and played under the wisteria frame.
车子里灯亮着，因此我们在树丛里驶过时除了我自己的脸和坐在过道对面的那个女人②以外，我什么都看不见，她头上端端正正地戴着一顶帽子，帽子上插了根断了的羽毛，可是等电车走出林子，我又能看见微弱的天光了，还是那种光质，仿佛时间片刻之间的确停滞了，太陽也一直悬在地平线底下似的。接着我们又经过了曾有个老人在那儿吃纸口袋里的东西的木亭，大路在苍茫暮色中伸展向前，进入了晦暗之中，我又感到河水在远处平静、迅疾地流动着。电车继续向前疾驰，从敞开的车门刮进来的风越来越大，到后来，车厢里充满了夏天与黑夜的气息，唯独没有忍冬的香味。忍冬是所有的香味中最最悲哀的一种了，我想。我记得许多种花的香味。紫藤就是其中之一。逢到下雨天，当妈妈感到身子还好，能坐在窗前时，我们总是在紫藤架下玩耍。如果妈妈躺倒在床 上，迪尔西就会让我们加上一件旧衣服，让我们到雨中去玩，因为据她说雨对小孩子并没有什么坏处。倘若妈妈没躺在床 上，我们总是在门廊上玩，一直到她嫌我们太吵了，我们这才出去在紫藤架下玩耍。（注：②指车窗玻璃上反映的形象。）
As I descended the light dwindled slowly, yet at the same time without altering its quality, as if I and not light were changing, decreasing, though even when the road ran into trees you could have read a newspaper. Pretty soon I came to a lane. I turned into it. It was closer and darker than the road, but when it came out at the trolley stop — another wooden marquee — the light was still unchanged. After the lane it seemed brighter, as though I had walked through night in the lane and come out into morning again. Pretty soon the car came. I got on it, they turning to look at my eye, and found a seat on the left side.
我下山时天光逐渐地暗淡下来，可是在这期间光的质地却没有变，仿佛在变的、在减弱的是我而不是那光线，现在大路没入了树林，但你在路上仍然能看得清报纸。不久之后我来到一条小巷口。我拐了进去。这儿比大路显得局促，显得更暗一些，可是当它通到无轨电车站时——这儿又有一个候车亭——光线依然没有变。在小巷里走过之后，车站上显得豁亮些，好象我在小巷里度过了黑夜现在已经天亮了。车子很快就来了。我上了车。人们都扭过头来看我的眼睛，我在车厢左边找到了一个空座①。（注：①昆丁左眼挨打，他故意坐在左边不让人们看见他的黑眼圈。）
This was where I saw the river for the last time this morning, about here. I could feel water beyond the twilight, smell. When it bloomed in the spring and it rained the smell was everywhere you didn’t notice it so much at other times but when it rained the smell began to come into the house at twilight either it would rain more at twilight or there was something in the light itself but it always smelled strongest then until I would lie in bed thinking when will it stop when will it stop. The draft in the door smelled of water, a damp steady breath. Sometimes I could put myself to sleep saying that over and over until after the honeysuckle got all mixed up in it the whole thing came to symbolis night and unrest I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray halflight where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.
这儿就是今天早上我最后看到大河的地方，反正就在这一带。我能觉出苍茫暮色的深处有着河水，它自有一股气味。在春天开花的时节遇到下雨时到处都弥漫着这种香气别的时候你可并不注意到香气这么浓可是逢到下雨一到黄昏香味就侵袭到屋子里来了要就是黄昏时雨下得多要就是微光本身里存在着一种什么东西反正那时香味最最浓郁到后来我受不了啦躺在床 上老想着它什么时候才消失什么时候才消失啊。车门口吹进来的风里有一股水的气息，一种潮湿的稳定的气息。有时候我一遍遍地念叨着这句话就可以使自己入睡到后来忍冬的香味和别的一切掺和在一起了这一切成了夜晚与不安的象怔我觉得好象是躺着既没有睡着也并不醒着我俯瞰着一条半明半暗的灰蒙蒙的长廊在这廊上一切稳固的东西都变得影子似的影影绰绰难以辨清我干过的一切也都成了影子我感到的一切为之而受苦的一切也都具备了形象滑稽而又邪恶莫名其妙地嘲弄我它们继承着它们本应予以肯定的对意义的否定我不断地想我是我不是谁不是不是谁
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tide flats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off. Benjamin the child of. How he used to sit before that mirror. Refuge unfailing in which conflict tempered silenced reconciled. Benjamin the child of mine old age held hostage into Egypt. O Benjamin. Dilsey said it was because Mother was too proud for him. They come into white people’s lives like that in sudden sharp black trickles that isolate white facts for an instant in unarguable truth like under a microscope; the rest of the time just voices that laugh when you see nothing to laugh at, tears when no reason for tears. They will bet on the odd or even number of mourners at a funeral. A brothel full of them in Memphis went into a religious trance ran naked into the street. It took three policemen to subdue one of them. Yes Jesus O good man Jesus O that good man.
隔着苍茫的暮色我能嗅出河弯的气味，我看见最后的光线懒洋洋而平静地依附在沙洲上，沙洲象是许多镜子的残片，再往远处，光线开始化开在苍白澄澈的空气中，微微颤动着，就象远处有些蝴蝶在扑动似的。班吉明那孩子。他老爱坐在镜子的前面，百折不挠的流亡者在他身上冲突受到磨练沉默下去不再冒头。班吉明我晚年所生的被作为人质带到埃及去的儿子。①哦班吉明。迪尔西说这是因为母亲太骄傲了所以看不起他。他们象突然涌来的一股黑色的细流那样进入白人的生活，一瞬间，象透过显微镜似的将白人的真实情况放大为不容量疑的真实；其余的时间里，可只是一片喧嚣声，你觉得没什么可笑时他们却哈哈大笑，没什么可哭时又嘤嘤哭泣。他们连参加殡葬的吊唁者是单数还是复数这样的事也要打赌。孟菲斯有一家妓院里面都是这样的黑人，有一次象神灵附体一样，全都赤身裸体地跑到街上。每一个都得三个警察费尽力气才能制服。是啊耶稣哦好人儿耶稣哦那个好人。（注：①见《圣经·创世记》，第四十二章第三十六节，原话是便雅悯（班吉明）之父雅各说的，与此句不尽相同。上一句中的“百折不挠的流亡者”应指便雅悯之兄约瑟。）
“I’m not going far,” I said. “I’ll just stand here.”
“我就要下车的，”我说。“就站在这儿得了。”
“Seats up front,” the conductor said. I looked into the car. There were no seats on the left side.
“前面有座，”卖票的说。我往车厢里瞥了一眼。左边并没有空位子。
The car stopped. I got out, with them looking at my eye. When the trolley came it was full. I stopped on the back platform.
电车停了。我下了车，人们又纷纷看我的眼睛。来了一辆无轨电车，里面挤满了人。我站在车厢门口的后平台上。①（注：①昆丁跳下郊区电车，又换了一辆开往哈佛大学的电车。）
We crossed the river. The bridge, that is, arching slow and high into space, between silence and nothingness where lights — yellow and red and green — trembled in the clear air, repeating themselves.
我们渡过了河。那座桥坡度很小，却高高地耸立在空中，在寂静与虚无里，黄色、红色与绿色的电火花在清澈的空气里一遍又一遍地闪烁着。
“Better go up front and get a seat,” the conductor said.
“你还是上前面去找个座位吧，”售票员说。
“I get off pretty soon,” I said. “A couple of blocks.”
“我很快就要下车的，”我说，“再过两个街口就到了。”
I got off before we reached the postoffice. They’d all be sitting around somewhere by now though, and then I was hearing my watch and I began to listen for the chimes and I touched Shreve’s letter through my coat, the bitten shadows of the elms flowing upon my hand. And then as I turned into the quad the chimes did begin and I went on while the notes came up like ripples on a pool and passed me and went on, saying Quarter to what? All right. Quarter to what.
电车还没到邮局我就下来了。野餐的人现在准是围成一圈坐在什么地方，接着我又听见了我的表声，我开始注意谛听邮局的钟声，我透过外衣摸了摸给施里夫的那封信，榆树那象是被蚕食过的陰影在我的手上滑过。我拐进宿舍楼的四方院子时钟声真的开始打响了，我继续往前走，音波象水池上的涟漪那样传过我身边又往前传过去，一边报时：是几点差一刻？好吧。就算几点差一刻吧。
Our windows were dark. The entrance was empty. I walked close to the left wall when I entered, but it was empty: just the stairs curving up into shadows echoes of feet in the sad generations like light dust upon the shadows, my feet waking them like dust, lightly to settle again.
我们房间的窗户黑漆漆的。宿舍入口处阒无一人。我是贴紧左边的墙进去的，那儿也是空荡荡的：只有一道螺旋形的扶梯通向陰影中，陰影里回荡着一代代郁郁不欢的人的脚步声，就象灰尘落在影子上一样、我的脚步象扬起尘土一样地搅醒了陰影，接着它们又轻轻地沉淀下来。
I could see the letter before I turned the light on, propped against a book on the table so I would see it.
我还没开灯就看到了那封信，它在桌子上用一本书支着，好让我一眼就能看见。
Calling him my husband. And then Spoade said they were going somewhere, would not be back until late, and Mrs Bland would need another cavalier. But I would have seen him and he cannot get another car for an hour because after six o’clock. I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn’t even lie. Then I laid it face up on the table and took Mrs Bland’s letter and tore it across and dropped the pieces into the waste basket and took off my coat, vest, collar, tie and shirt. The tie was spoiled too, but then niggers. Maybe a pattern of blood he could call that the one Christ was wearing. I found the gasoline in Shreve’s room and spread the vest on the table, where it would be flat, and opened the gasoline.
把他①叫作我的丈夫。接着斯波特说他们要上什么地方去野餐；要很晚才能回来，而布兰特太太另外还需要一个骑士。不过那样一来我又会见到他②了，他一小时之内是回不来的因为现在六点已经过了③。我把我的表掏出来，听它嘀嗒嘀嗒地报导着时间的逝去，我不知道它是连撒谎都不会的。接着我把它脸朝上搁在桌子上，拿过布兰特太太的信，把它一撕为二，把碎片扔在字纸篓里，然后我把外衣、背心、硬领、领带和衬衫一一脱下，领带上也沾上了血迹，不过反正可以给黑人的。没准有了那摊血迹他还可以说这是基督戴过的呢。我在施里夫的房间里找到一瓶汽油，把背心摊平在桌子上，只有在这儿才能摊平。我打开汽油瓶。（注：①②指施里夫。③昆丁担心施里夫会回来见到他，转而一想，六点钟以后郊区电车一小时只开一辆，所以又放心了。）
the first car in town a girl Girl that’s what Jason couldn’t bear smell of gasoline making him sick then got madder than ever because a girl Girl had no sister but Benjamin Benjamin the child of my sorrowful if I’d just had a mother so I could say Mother Mother It took a lot of gasoline, and then I couldn’t tell if it was still the stain or just the gasoline. It had started the cut to smarting again so when I went to wash I hung the vest on a chair and lowered the light cord so that the bulb would be drying the splotch. I washed my face and hands, but even then I could smell it within the soap stinging, constricting the nostrils a little. Then I opened the bag and took the shirt and collar and tie out and put the bloody ones in and closed the bag, and dressed. While I was brushing my hair the half hour went. But there was until the three quarters anyway, except suppose seeing on the rushing darkness only his own face no broken feather unless two of them but not two like that going to Boston the same night then my face his face for an instant across the crashing when out of darkness two lighted windows in rigid fleeing Being crash gone his face and mine just I see saw did I see not goodbye the marquee empty of eating the road empty in darkness in silence the bridge arching into silence darkness sleep the water peaceful and swift not goodbye
全镇第一辆姑娘拥有的汽车姑娘这正是杰生所不能容忍的汽油味使他感到难受然后就大发脾气因为一个姑娘家没有姐妹只有班吉明①班吉明让我操碎了心的孩子如果我有母亲我就可以说母亲啊母亲②我花了不少汽油，可是到后来我也分不清这摊湿迹到底还是血迹呢还是汽油了。汽油又使我的伤口刺疼了。所以我去洗手时把背心搭在椅背上，又把电灯拉下来③使电灯泡可以烤干湿迹。我洗了洗脸和手，可是即使如此我还能闻到肥皂味里夹着那种刺激鼻孔使鼻孔收缩的气味。然后我打开旅行袋，取出衬衫、硬领和领带，把有血迹的那些塞进去，关上旅行袋，开始穿衣服。在我用刷子刷头发时，大钟敲了半点。不过反正还可以等到报三刻呢，除非也许在飞驰地向后掠去的黑暗中只看见他自己的脸看不见那根折断的羽毛除非他们两人可是不象同一天晚上去波士顿的那两个接着黑夜中两扇灯光明亮的窗子猛然擦过一瞬间我的脸他的脸打了个照面我刚看见便己成为过去时态我方才是看见了吗没有道别那候车亭里空空如也再没有人在那儿吃东西马路在黑暗与寂静中也是空荡荡的那座桥拱起背在寂静与黑暗中入睡了那河水平静而迅疾没有道别④（注：①以上是昆丁与赫伯特·海德见面时，康普生太太所说的话。②以上是康普生太太给班吉明换名字时所说的话。③这是附有吊球可以任意拉下来放回去的那种电灯。④指班吉和凯蒂。这下面一段是写家中知道凯蒂与人有苟且行为后一家人的反应。）（以上这段是回忆方才坐电车过桥时的情景。）
I turned out the light and went into my bedroom, out of the gasoline but I could still smell it. I stood at the window the curtains moved slow out of the darkness touching my face like someone breathing asleep, breathing slow into the darkness again, leaving the touch. After they had gone up stairs Mother lay back in her chair, the camphor handkerchief to her mouth. Father hadn’t moved he still sat beside her holding her hand the bellowing hammering away like no place for it in silence When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow. You know what I’d do if I were King? she never was a queen or a fairy she was always a king or a giant or a general I’d break that place open and drag them out and I’d whip them good It was torn out, jagged out. I was glad. I’d have to turn back to it until the dungeon was Mother herself she and Father upward into weak light holding hands and us lost somewhere below even them without even a ray of light. Then the honeysuckle got into it. As soon as I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep it would begin to come into the room in waves building and building up until I would have to pant to get any air at all out of it until I would have to get up and feel my way like when I was a little boy hands can see touching in the mind shaping unseen door Door now nothing hands can see My nose could see gasoline, the vest on the table, the door. The corridor was still empty of all the feet in sad generations seeking water. yet the eyes unseeing clenched like teeth not disbelieving doubting even the absence of pain shin ankle knee the long invisible flowing of the stair-railing where a misstep in the darkness filled with sleeping Mother Father Caddy Jason Maury door I am not afraid only Mother Father Caddy Jason Maury getting so far ahead sleeping I will sleep fast when I door Door door It was empty too, the pipes, the porcelain, the stained quiet walls, the throne of contemplation. I had forgotten the glass, but I could hands can see cooling fingers invisible swan-throat where less than Moses rod the glass touch tentative not to drumming lean cool throat drumming cooling the metal the glass full overfull cooling the glass the fingers flushing sleep leaving the taste of dampened sleep in the long silence of the throat I returned up the corridor, waking the lost feet in whispering battalions in the silence, into the gasoline, the watch telling its furious lie on the dark table. Then the curtains breathing out of the dark upon my face, leaving the breathing upon my face. A quarter hour yet. And then I’ll not be. The peacefullest words. Peacefullest words. Non fui. Sum. Fui. Non sum. Somewhere I heard bells once. Mississippi or Massachusetts. I was. I am not. Massachusetts or Mississippi. Shreve has a bottle in his trunk. Aren’t you even going to open it Mr and Mrs Jason Richmond Compson announce the Three times. Days. Aren’t you even going to open it marriage of their daughter Candace that liquor teaches you to confuse the means with the end I am. Drink. I was not. Let us sell Benjy’s pasture so that Quentin may go to Harvard and I may knock my bones together and together. I will be dead in. Was it one year Caddy said. Shreve has a bottle in his trunk. Sir I will not need Shreve’s I have sold Benjy’s pasture and I can be dead in Harvard Caddy said in the caverns and the grottoes of the sea tumbling peacefully to the wavering tides because Harvard is such a fine sound forty acres is no high price for a fine sound. A fine dead sound we will swap Benjy’s pasture for a fine dead sound. It will last him a long time because he cannot hear it unless he can smell it as soon as she came in the door he began to cry I thought all the time it was just one of those town squirts that Father was always teasing her about until. I didn’t notice him any more than any other stranger drummer or what thought they were army shirts until all of a sudden I knew he wasn’t thinking of me at all as a Potential source of harm but was thinking of her when he looked at me was looking at me through her like through a Piece of colored glass why must you meddle with me don’t you know it won’t do any good I thought you’d have left that for Mother and Jason
我关了灯回进我的卧室，离开了汽油但是仍然能闻到它的气味。我站在窗前，窗帘在黑暗中缓慢地吹拂过来，摸触着我的脸，仿佛有人在睡梦之中呼出一口气，接着徐徐地吸进一口气，窗帘就园到黑暗之中，不再摸触着我了。他们③上楼以后，母亲靠坐在她的椅子里，把有樟脑味的手绢按在嘴上。父亲没有挪动过位置他仍然坐在她身边捏着她的手吼叫声一下接一下地响着仿佛寂静是与它水火不相容似的我小时候家里有本书里有一张插图，画的是一片黑暗，只有斜斜的一道微弱的光照射在从黑暗中抬起来的两张脸上。你知道假如我是国王我会干什么吗？她从来没有做过女王也没有做过仙女她总是当国王当巨人或是当将军我会把那个地方砸开拖他们出来把他们好好地抽打一顿那张图画被撕了下来，被扯破了。我很高兴。我得重新看到那张画才知道地牢就是母亲本人她和父亲在微弱的光线中握着手向上走而我们迷失在下面不知什么地方即使是他们也没有一点光线。接着忍冬的香味涌进来了。我刚关上灯打算睡觉它就象波浪似的一阵、阵地涌进来气味越来越浓到后来我简直透不过气来只得起床 伸出手摸索着往外走就象小时候学步时那样手能够看见在头脑里摸触着所形成的看不见的门在成了手看不见的东西我的鼻子能够看到汽油，看到桌子上的背心，看到门。走廊里仍是空荡荡的，并没有一代代郁悒不欢的人的脚步走去取水。然而看不见的眼睛象咬紧的牙齿没有不相信甚至怀疑痛楚的不存在胫骨脚踝膝盖顺着那一长道看不见的杉梯栏杆在母亲父亲凯蒂杰生毛莱都睡着的黑暗中一失足门可并不怕只是母亲父亲凯蒂杰生毛莱在睡梦中走得那么远了我会马上入睡的当我门门门盥洗室里也是空荡荡的，那些水管，那白瓷脸盆，那有污迹的安静的四壁，那沉思的宝座①。我忘了拿玻璃杯了，不过我可以手能看见发凉的手指那看不见的天鹅脖颈比摩西的权杖还要匆那玻璃杯试探地击叩着不是在细瘦的脖颈上击叩而是击叩发凉的金属玻璃杯满了溢出来了水使玻璃杯发凉手指发红了瞌唾把潮湿的睡眠的味道留在脖颈的漫长的寂静中我回到走廊里，吵醒了寂静中一代代说着悄悄话的学生的失落的脚步，进入了汽油味中，那只表还在黑暗里躺在桌子上撒着弥天大谎。接着窗帘又在黑暗中呼出一口气，把气息吹拂在我的脸上。还有一刻钟。然后我就不在人世了。最最令人宽慰的词句。最最令人宽慰的词句。Nonfui． Sum．Fui．NOn sum．①有一回我不知在哪儿听到了钟声。在密西西比还是在马萨诸塞。我过去存在过。我现在即将不存在。在马萨诸塞还是在密西西比。施里夫在他衣箱里有一瓶。你难道不准备拆开这封信了吗杰生·李奇蒙·康普生先生暨夫人宣布三次。好多天。你难道不准备拆开这封信了吗小女凯丹斯的婚礼那种酒能让你把手段与目的都弄混了。我现在存在。喝吧。我过去不存在。咱们把班吉的牧场卖掉好让昆丁进哈佛这样我死也瞑目了。我快要死在哈佛了。凯蒂说的是一年是不是。施里夫在他衣箱里有一瓶。先生我不需要施里夫的我已经把班吉的牧场卖掉了我可以死在哈佛了凯蒂说的死在大海的洞窟与隙穴里随着动荡的浪涛平静地翻腾因为哈佛名声好听四十英亩买这样一个好听的名声一点也不贵。一个很高雅的过去的名声咱们用班吉的牧场来换一个高雅的逝去的名声。这能维持他一个长时期的生活因为他听不到除非他能嗅得到她刚进门他便哭喊起来我一向以为那不过是父亲老拿来跟她开玩笑的镇上的某个小无赖但是后来。我以前也一直没有注意他还以为是个普普通通的陌生的旅行推销员或是跟别人一般穿军用衬杉的可是突然之间我明白了他根本不把我看作是潜在的破坏者，而是看着我想的却是她是透过她在看我正如通过一块彩色玻璃你干吗非得管我的闲事不可你难道不知道这没有一点点好处吗我本以为这事你已经撒手让母亲与杰生来管了呢（注：①拉丁语语法的时态练习，意为：过去不存在。现在存在。过去存在过。现在即将不存在。）
did Mother set Jason to spy on you I wouldn’t have.
是母亲让杰生来监视你的吗我是怎么也不会干这种事的。
Women only use other people’s codes of honor it’s because she loves Caddy staying downstairs even when she was sick so Father couldn’t kid Uncle Maury before Jason Father said Uncle Maury was too poor a classicist to risk the blind immortal boy in person he should have chosen Jason because Jason would have made only the same kind of blunder Uncle Maury himself would have made not one to get him a black eye the Patterson boy was smaller than Jason too they sold the kites for a nickel a piece until the trouble over finances Jason got a new partner still smaller one small enough anyway because T. P. said Jason still treasurer but Father said why should Uncle Maury work if he Father could support five or six niggers that did nothing at all but sit with their feet in the oven he certainly could board and lodge Uncle Maury now and then and lend him a little money who kept his Father’s belief in the celestial derivation of his own species at such a fine heat then Mother would cry and say that Father believed his people were better than hers that he was ridiculing Uncle Maury to teach us the same thing she couldn’t see that Father was teaching us that all men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away the sawdust flowing from what wound in what side that not for me died not. It used to be I thought of death as a man something like Grandfather a friend of his a kind of Private and particular friend like we used to think of Grandfather’s desk not to touch it not even to talk loud in the room where it was I always thought of them as being together somewhere all the time waiting for old Colonel Sartoris to come down and sit with them waiting on a high place beyond cedar trees Colonel Sartoris was on a still higher place looking out across at something and they were waiting for him to get done looking at it and come down Grandfather wore his uniform and we could hear the murmur of their voices from beyond the cedars they were always talking and Grandfather was always right.
女人仅仅是借用别人的荣誉准则罢了这是因为她爱凯蒂即使病了她也呆在楼下免得父亲当着杰生的面嘲笑毛莱舅舅父亲说毛莱舅舅旧学根底太差这才犯了把机密要事交 托给那旧小说里少不了的瞎眼童子①他应该挑选杰生的因为杰生至多只会犯毛莱舅舅所犯的同样的莽撞的错误而不会让他落个黑眼圈的帕特生家的孩子比杰生小他们合伙糊风筝卖给人家五分钱一只直到发生经济上的纠葛杰生另外找了一个合伙人这孩子更加小些反正是相当小的因为T·P·说杰生仍然管帐可是父亲说毛莱舅舅何必去干活呢既然他也就是说父亲可以白养活五六个黑人他们啥活儿也不干光是把脚翘在炉架上烤他当然经常可以供毛莱舅舅的吃住还可以借几个钱给毛莱舅舅这样做也可以维持他父亲的信念在这种热得宜人的地方他的族类就是天生高贵这时母亲就会哭哭啼啼他说父亲自以为他的家族比她的家族优秀还说他嘲弄毛莱舅舅是在教坏我们这些孩子其实她不明白父亲要教我们的是所有的人无非就是一只只玩偶 罢了他们肚子里塞满了锯木屑这些锯木屑是从以前所扔掉的玩偶 的什么部位的什么伤口——不是使我死去的那个伤口——里流出来归拢来的。过去我总以为死亡就是象祖父那样的一个人象是他的一个朋友一个交 情很深的私交 就象过去我们印象中祖父的写字桌也是特别神圣的不能碰它甚至在祖父的书房里大声说话都是不应该的在我头脑里祖父和他的书桌总是分不开的他们在一起老是等待着老沙多里斯上校②来临和他们一起坐下来他们等在那些杉树的后面的一个高地上沙多里斯上校站在更高的地方眺望着什么他们等他看完后走下来祖父穿着他的军服我们能听到他们说话的低语声从杉树后面传过来他们谈个不停而祖父始终总是正确阶（注：①指班吉。毛菜舅舅曾打发他传递情书给帕特生太太。②福克纳笔下的另一个南方贵族世家的族长，在长篇小说《沙乡里斯》等作品中出现。）
The three quarters began. The first note sounded, measured and tranquil, serenely peremptory, emptying the unhurried silence for the next one and that’s it if people could only change one another forever that way merge like a flame swirling up for an instant then blown cleanly out along the cool eternal dark instead of Iying there trying not to think of the swing until all cedars came to have that vivid dead smell of perfume that Benjy hated so. Just by imagining the clump it seemed to me that I could hear whispers secret surges smell the beating of hot blood under wild unsecret flesh watching against red eyelids the swine untethered in pairs rushing coupled into the sea and he we must just stay awake and see evil done for a little while its not always and i it doesn’t have to be even that long for a man of courage and he do you consider that courage and i yes sir don’t you and he every man is the arbiter of his own virtues whether or not you consider it courageous is of more importance than the act itself than any act otherwise you could not be in earnest and i you don’t believe i am serious and he i think you are too serious to give me any cause for alarm you wouldn’t have felt driven to the expedient of telling me you had committed incest otherwise and i i wasn’t lying i wasn’t lying and he you wanted to sublimate a piece of natural human folly into a horror and then exorcise it with truth and i it was to isolate her out of the loud world so that it would have to flee us of necessity and then the sound of it would be as though it had never been and he did you try to make her do it and i i was afraid to i was afraid she might and then it wouldn’t have done any good but if i could tell you we did it would have been so and then the others wouldn’t be so and then the world would roar away and he and now this other you are not lying now either but you are still blind to what is in yourself to that part of general truth the sequence of natural events and their causes which shadows every mans brow even benjys you are not thinking of finitude you are contemplating an apotheosis in which a temporary state of mind will become symmetrical above the flesh and aware both of itself and of the flesh it will not quite discard you will not even be dead and i temporary and he you cannot bear to think that someday it will no longer hurt you like this now were getting at it you seem to regard it merely as an experience that will whiten your hair overnight so to speak without altering your appearance at all you won’t do it under these conditions it will be a gamble and the strange thing is that man who is conceived by accident and whose every breath is a fresh cast with dice already loaded against him will not face that final main which he knows before hand he has assuredly to face without essaying expedients ranging all the way from violence to petty chicanery that would not deceive a child until someday in very disgust he risks everything on a single blind turn of a card no man ever does that under the first fury of despair or remorse or bereavement he does it only when he has realised that even the despair or remorse or bereavement is not particularly important to the dark diceman and i temporary and he it is hard believing to think that a love or a sorrow is a bond purchased without design and which matures willynilly and is recalled without warning to be replaced by whatever issue the gods happen to be floating at the time no you will not do that until you come to believe that even she was not quite worth despair perhaps and i i will never do that nobody knows what i know and he i think you’d better go on up to cambridge right away you might go up into maine for a month you can afford it if you are careful it might be a good thing watching pennies has healed more scars than jesus and i suppose i realise what you believe i will realise up there next week or next month and he then you will remember that for you to go to harvard has been your mothers dream since you were born and no compson has ever disappointed a lady and i temporary it will be better for me for all of us and he every man is the arbiter of his own virtues but let no man prescribe for another mans wellbeing and i temporary and he was the saddest word of all there is nothing else in the world its not despair until time its not even time until it was.
报三刻的钟声开始了。第一下钟声鸣响了，精确而平稳，庄严而干脆，为第二下钟声驱走了那不慌不忙的寂静原来如此如果人也能始终这样相互交 替那该多好就象一朵火焰扭曲着燃烧了一个短短的瞬间然后就彻底熄灭在冷冷的永恒的黑暗里而不是躺在那里尽量克制自己不去想那摇晃的钟摆直到所有的杉材都开始具有那种强烈的死亡的香味那是班吉最最讨厌的。我只要一想到那丛树便仿佛听见了耳语声秘密的波浪涌来闻到了袒裸的皮肉下热血在跳动的声音透过红彤彤的眼帘观看松了捆绑的一对对猪一面交 配一面冲到大海里去于是他说①我们必须保持清醒看着邪恶暂时得逞其实它并不能永远——于是我说它也没有必要占上风如此之久对一个有勇气的人来说——于是他说你认为那是勇气吗——于是我说是的父亲你不认为是吗——于是他说每一个人都是他自己的道德观念的仲裁者不管你是否认为那是勇气反正它比那行动本身比任何行动都重要否则的话你不可能是认真的——于是我说你不相信吗我可是认真的——于是他说我看你是过于认真了才这样要使我震惊否则你是不会感到万不得已非告诉我你犯了乱倫罪不可的——于是我说我并没有说谎我并没有说慌——于是他说你是想把一桩自然的出于人性所犯的愚蠢行为升华为一件骇人听闻的罪行然后再用真实情况来拔除它——于是我说那是要将她从喧闹的世界里孤立出来这样就可以给我们摆脱掉一种负担而那种声音就象是从来没有向过一样——于是他说你当初是存心要她干的吧——于是我说我当初害怕这样做我怕他会同意这样一来就没有什么好处了可是如果我能使你相信我们干了那样的事那么事情就会真的是那样了而别人的事就会不是那样而整个世界就会暄叫着离开我们——于是他说道关于那另外的一件事你现在倒也没有撤谎不过你对你自己内心的思想对普遍真理的那一个部分亦即自然事件的递迭次序以及它们的原因仍然蒙然无所知这些原因使每个人的头上笼上陰影包皮括班吉在内你没有考虑到有限性的问题你在考虑的是一种神化的境界在这种境界里一种暂时的思想状态会变成匀称超出在肉体之上它不但意识到自己也意识到肉体的存在它不会完全抛弃你甚至于也不会完全消灭一于是我说暂时的——于是他说你不禁要以为有一天它再也不会象现在那样地伤害你你似乎仅仅把它看成是一种经验使你一夜 之间头发变白不妨这么说可是一点也不会改变你的外貌你在这些情况下是不会做这件事的这将是一场赌博 奇怪的是这种被不幸事件所孕育的人每一下呼吸都是一次新的投掷所掷的骰子里早已灌了铅肯定对他不利这样的一个人还不愿面对最后的判决其实他事先早已知道他是迟早要面对的不必试用种种权宜之计包皮括用暴力也包皮括连三岁孩子也骗不过的小手法直到有一天在极度厌恶中他孤注一掷盲目地翻开一张牌不管是谁即使是在失望或悔恨或失去亲人时袭来的第一阵盛怒之中也不会这样做的只有等他认识到即使是失望或悔恨或失去亲人对于一个陰郁的赌徒来说也并不特别重要时才会这样做——于是我说暂时的——于是他说很难相信一种爱或一种哀愁会是一种事先没有计划便购买下来的债券它是不管你愿意还是不愿意自己成长起来的而且是事先不给讯号就涌进了自己的记忆并被当时正好当道的任何一种牌号的神所代替的不你不会那样做的直到你开始相情即使她也是不大值得为之感到失望的——于是我说我是永远不会做那样的事的没有人知道我所知道的事——于是他说我想你最好马上就致坎布里奇去你或者先去缅因州呆上一个月如果你节约些钱还是够用的这样做也许是桩好事因为精打细算地使用每一个子儿比耶稣治愈了更多的创伤——于是我说就算我能理解你的用意我下一周或是下个月在那儿是会理解的——于是他说那你就该记住你进哈佛是你母亲毕生的梦想从你生下来时起她就怀着这样的希望而我们康普生家的人是从来不让一位女士失望的——于是我说暂时的这样做对于我对于我们大家都是有好处的——于是他说每一个人是他自己的道德观念的仲裁者不过谁也不该为他人的幸福处方——于是我说暂时的——于是他说这是世界上最悲哀的一个词了世界上别的什么也没有这不是绝望直到时间还不仅仅是时间直到它成为过去（注：①从“于是他说”起昆丁回想凯蒂失身 后他与父亲的一番谈话。由于昆丁处在自杀前高度亢奋的精神状态中，这段对话是没有逻辑、混乱不堪的。读者可视为精神不正常者的谵语。为清楚计，我们用破析号把两人的对白分开。原文是没有任何标点的。）
The last note sounded. At last it stopped vibrating and the darkness was still again. I entered the sitting room and turned on the light. I put my vest on. The gasoline was faint now, barely noticeable, and in the mirror the stain didn’t show. Not like my eye did, anyway. I put on my coat. Shreve’s letter crackled through the cloth and I took it out and examined the address, and put it in my side pocket. Then I carried the watch into Shreve’s room and put it in his drawer and went to my room and got a fresh handkerchief and went to the door and put my hand on the light switch. Then I remembered I hadn’t brushed my teeth, so I had to open the bag again. I found my toothbrush and got some of Shreve’s paste and went out and brushed my teeth. I squeezed the brush as dry as I could and put it back in the bag and shut it, and went to the door again. Before I snapped the light out I looked around to see if there was anything else, then I saw that I had forgotten my hat. I’d have to go by the postoffice and I’d be sure to meet some of them, and they’d think I was a Harvard Square student making like he was a senior. I had forgotten to brush it too, but Shreve had a brush, so I didn’t have to open the bag any more.
最后一下钟声也打响了。终于钟声不再震颤，黑暗中又是一片寂静了。我走进起坐间打开了灯。我穿上背心。汽油味现在淡得多了，几乎闻不出来了，在镜子里也看不出有什么血迹了。至少不象我眼睛上那么明显。我穿上外衣。给施里夫的那封情在衣服里格拉格拉地响，我把它拿出来再检查一遍地址，把它放在我侧边的口袋里。接着我把表拿到施里夫的房间里去，放在他的抽斗里，我走进自己的房间取了一块干净的手帕，走到门边，把手伸到电灯开关上。这时我记起了我还没有刷牙，因此得重新打开旅行袋。我找到了我的牙刷，往上面挤了些施里夫的牙膏，便走出去刷牙。我尽量把牙刷上的水挤干，把它放回到旅行袋里去，关上袋子，重新走到门口。我关灯之前先环顾了一下房间，看看还漏了什么没有，这时我发现忘了戴帽子了。我必须经过邮局，肯定会碰到个把熟人，他们会以为我明明是个住在哈佛四方院子宿舍里的一年级生，却要冒充四年级生。我也忘记掉刷帽子了，不过施里夫也有一把帽刷，因此我也不必再去打开旅行袋了。
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