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世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第9章Part 9

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The Tuesday of the armistice dawned warm and rainy. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía appeared in the kitchen before five o'clock and had his usual black coffee without sugar. "You came into the world on a day like this," úrsula told him. "Everybody was amazed at your open eyes." He did not pay any attention because he was listening to the forming of the troops, the sound of the comets, and the voices of command that were shattering the dawn. Even though after so many years of war they should have sounded familiar to him this time he felt the same weakness in his knees and the same tingling in his skin that he had felt in his youth in the presence of a naked woman. He thought confusedly, finally captive in a trap of nostalgia, that perhaps if he had married her he would have been a man without war and without glory, a nameless artisan, a happy animal. That tardy shudder which had not figured in his forethought made his breakfast bitter. At seven in the morning, when Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez came to fetch him, in the company of a group of rebel officers, he found him more taciturn than ever, more pensive and solitary. úrsula tried to throw a new wrap over his shoulders. "What will the government think," she told him. "They'll figure that you've surrendered because you didn't have anything left to buy a cloak with." But he would not accept it. When he was at the door, he let her put an old felt hat of José Arcadio Buendía's on his head.

星期二——停战协定签订的日子,天气寒冷,下着雨。奥雷连诺上校五点以前来到厨房,照常喝了一杯无糖的咖啡。“你就是在今天这样的日子出生的,”乌苏娜向他说。“你张开的眼睛把大家都吓了一跳。”他没理会她,因为他正在倾听士兵们的脚步声、号声、断续的命令声,这些声音震动了清晨岑寂的空气。经过多年的战争,奥雷连诺上校虽然应当习惯于这样的声音了,可是此刻他却象青年时代第一次看见裸体女人那样感到膝头发软、身体打颤,他终于掉进了怀旧的圈套,心里朦胧地想,如果当时他跟这个女人结了婚,他就会是个既不知道战争、又不知道光荣的人,而是一个无名的手艺人,一个幸运的人了。这种为时已晚的、突然的痛悔败坏了他早餐的胃口。早晨七点,格林列尔多·马克斯上校带着一群起义军官来到他这儿的时候,他显得比平常更沉默、更恨郁、更孤独。乌苏娜试图把一件新斗篷披在他肩上。“政府会咋个想呢,”她说。“他们会以为你连买件斗篷的钱都没有,所以投降嘛。”他没接受斗篷,已经到了门口的时候,看见从天而降的雨水,他才让她把霍·阿卡蒂奥的旧毡戴在他的头上。
"Aureli-ano," úrsula said to him then, "Promise me that if you find that it's a bad hour for you there that you'll think of your mother."“奥雷连诺,”乌苏娜向他说。“如果你在那儿发现情形不妙,你就想着自己的母亲吧,答应我啊!”
He gave her a distant smile, raising his hand with all his fingers extended, and without saying a word he left the house and faced the shouts, insults, and blasphemies that would follow him until he left the town. úrsula put the bar on the door, having decided not to take it down for the rest of her life. "We'll rot in here," she thought. "We'll turn to ashes in this house without men, but we won't give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing us weep." She spent the whole morning looking for a memory of her son in the most hidden corners, but she could find none.他向她茫然一笑,发誓似的举起手来,一句话没说就跨出了门槛,去迎接他经过全镇时将要遭到的恐吓、谴责和辱骂。乌苏娜闩上房门,决定至死也不再打开它了。“我们就关在这女修道院里烂掉吧,”她想,“我们宁肯变成灰,也不让那些卑鄙的家伙看见我们的眼泪高兴。”整个早上,她都在房子里——甚至在最秘密的角落里——寻找什么东西,使她能够想到儿子,可是什么也没找到。
The ceremony took place fifteen miles from Macon-do in the shade of a gigantic ceiba tree around which the town of Neerlandia would be founded later. The delegates from the government and the party and the commission of the rebels who were laying down their arms were served by a noisy group of novices in white habits who looked like a flock of doves that had been frightened by the rain. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía arrived on a muddy mule. He had not shaved, more tormented by the pain of the sores than by the great failure of his dreams, for he had reached the end of all hope, beyond glory and the nostalgia of glory. In accordance with his arrangements there was no music, no fireworks, no pealing bells, no shouts of victory, or any other manifestation that might alter the mournful character of the armistice. An itinerant photographer who took the only picture of him that could have been preserved was forced to smash his plates without developing them.签字仪式是在距离马孔多十五公里的一棵硕大的丝棉树下举行的(后来在这棵大树周围建立了尼兰德镇)。政府和两党代表以及放下武器的起义军官代表团,是由一群嘁嘁喳喳的白衣修女伺候的,她们很象一群雨水惊起的鸽子。奥雷连诺上校是骑着一匹肮脏、脱毛的骡子来的。他没刮脸。他更感到痛苦的是腋下的脓疮,而不是幻想的彻底破灭,因为他已失去了一切希望,放弃了荣誉以及对荣誉的怀念。根据他的愿望,没有朗朗的音乐,没有僻啪的鞭炮,没有隆隆的钟声,没有胜利的欢呼,没有任何能够改变停战的悲凉性质的高兴表现。一位巡口摄影师为奥雷连诺上校拍了一张可能留给后代的照片,底版还没显影就被打碎了。
The ceremony lasted only the time necessary to sign the documents. Around the rustic table placed in the center of a patched circus tent where the delegates sat were the last officers who were faithful to Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía. Before taking the signatures, the personal delegate of the president of the republic tried to read the act of surrender aloud, but Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía was against it. "Let's not waste time on formalities," he said and prepared to sign the papers without reading them. One of his officers then broke the soporific silence of the tent.仪式延续的时间,正好是签署文件所需的时间。在一个破旧的马戏团帐篷里,当中摆了一张普通的木桌,代表们坐在桌子旁边,周围站着忠于奥雷连诺上校的最后几名军官。在让大家签字之前,共和国总统的私人代表打算宣读投降书,可是奥雷连诺上校反对这样做。“咱们别把时间浪费在形式上了,”说着,他看都不看就准备在文件上签字。这时,他的一名军官打破了帐篷中令人发困的沉寂。
"Colonel," he said, "please do us the favor of not being the first to sign."“上校,”他说,“请你不要第一个签字。”
Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía acceded. When the documents went all around the table, in the midst of a silence that was so pure that one could have deciphered the signatures from the scratching of the pen on the paper, the first line was still blank. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía prepared to fill it.奥雷连诺上校表示同意。文件在桌上绕了一圈,在一片沉寂中,从钢笔在纸上划动的声音,甚至可以猜出每个人签的字儿;在这之后,第一行还是空着的。奥雷连诺上校准备填上它。
"Colonel," another of his officers said, "there's still time for everything to come out right."“上校,”他的另一个军官说,“你还有免除耻辱的可能嘛。”

The Tuesday of the armistice dawned warm and rainy. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía appeared in the kitchen before five o'clock and had his usual black coffee without sugar. "You came into the world on a day like this," úrsula told him. "Everybody was amazed at your open eyes." He did not pay any attention because he was listening to the forming of the troops, the sound of the comets, and the voices of command that were shattering the dawn. Even though after so many years of war they should have sounded familiar to him this time he felt the same weakness in his knees and the same tingling in his skin that he had felt in his youth in the presence of a naked woman. He thought confusedly, finally captive in a trap of nostalgia, that perhaps if he had married her he would have been a man without war and without glory, a nameless artisan, a happy animal. That tardy shudder which had not figured in his forethought made his breakfast bitter. At seven in the morning, when Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez came to fetch him, in the company of a group of rebel officers, he found him more taciturn than ever, more pensive and solitary. úrsula tried to throw a new wrap over his shoulders. "What will the government think," she told him. "They'll figure that you've surrendered because you didn't have anything left to buy a cloak with." But he would not accept it. When he was at the door, he let her put an old felt hat of José Arcadio Buendía's on his head.
"Aureli-ano," úrsula said to him then, "Promise me that if you find that it's a bad hour for you there that you'll think of your mother."
He gave her a distant smile, raising his hand with all his fingers extended, and without saying a word he left the house and faced the shouts, insults, and blasphemies that would follow him until he left the town. úrsula put the bar on the door, having decided not to take it down for the rest of her life. "We'll rot in here," she thought. "We'll turn to ashes in this house without men, but we won't give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing us weep." She spent the whole morning looking for a memory of her son in the most hidden corners, but she could find none.
The ceremony took place fifteen miles from Macon-do in the shade of a gigantic ceiba tree around which the town of Neerlandia would be founded later. The delegates from the government and the party and the commission of the rebels who were laying down their arms were served by a noisy group of novices in white habits who looked like a flock of doves that had been frightened by the rain. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía arrived on a muddy mule. He had not shaved, more tormented by the pain of the sores than by the great failure of his dreams, for he had reached the end of all hope, beyond glory and the nostalgia of glory. In accordance with his arrangements there was no music, no fireworks, no pealing bells, no shouts of victory, or any other manifestation that might alter the mournful character of the armistice. An itinerant photographer who took the only picture of him that could have been preserved was forced to smash his plates without developing them.
The ceremony lasted only the time necessary to sign the documents. Around the rustic table placed in the center of a patched circus tent where the delegates sat were the last officers who were faithful to Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía. Before taking the signatures, the personal delegate of the president of the republic tried to read the act of surrender aloud, but Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía was against it. "Let's not waste time on formalities," he said and prepared to sign the papers without reading them. One of his officers then broke the soporific silence of the tent.
"Colonel," he said, "please do us the favor of not being the first to sign."
Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía acceded. When the documents went all around the table, in the midst of a silence that was so pure that one could have deciphered the signatures from the scratching of the pen on the paper, the first line was still blank. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía prepared to fill it.
"Colonel," another of his officers said, "there's still time for everything to come out right."


星期二——停战协定签订的日子,天气寒冷,下着雨。奥雷连诺上校五点以前来到厨房,照常喝了一杯无糖的咖啡。“你就是在今天这样的日子出生的,”乌苏娜向他说。“你张开的眼睛把大家都吓了一跳。”他没理会她,因为他正在倾听士兵们的脚步声、号声、断续的命令声,这些声音震动了清晨岑寂的空气。经过多年的战争,奥雷连诺上校虽然应当习惯于这样的声音了,可是此刻他却象青年时代第一次看见裸体女人那样感到膝头发软、身体打颤,他终于掉进了怀旧的圈套,心里朦胧地想,如果当时他跟这个女人结了婚,他就会是个既不知道战争、又不知道光荣的人,而是一个无名的手艺人,一个幸运的人了。这种为时已晚的、突然的痛悔败坏了他早餐的胃口。早晨七点,格林列尔多·马克斯上校带着一群起义军官来到他这儿的时候,他显得比平常更沉默、更恨郁、更孤独。乌苏娜试图把一件新斗篷披在他肩上。“政府会咋个想呢,”她说。“他们会以为你连买件斗篷的钱都没有,所以投降嘛。”他没接受斗篷,已经到了门口的时候,看见从天而降的雨水,他才让她把霍·阿卡蒂奥的旧毡戴在他的头上。
“奥雷连诺,”乌苏娜向他说。“如果你在那儿发现情形不妙,你就想着自己的母亲吧,答应我啊!”
他向她茫然一笑,发誓似的举起手来,一句话没说就跨出了门槛,去迎接他经过全镇时将要遭到的恐吓、谴责和辱骂。乌苏娜闩上房门,决定至死也不再打开它了。“我们就关在这女修道院里烂掉吧,”她想,“我们宁肯变成灰,也不让那些卑鄙的家伙看见我们的眼泪高兴。”整个早上,她都在房子里——甚至在最秘密的角落里——寻找什么东西,使她能够想到儿子,可是什么也没找到。
签字仪式是在距离马孔多十五公里的一棵硕大的丝棉树下举行的(后来在这棵大树周围建立了尼兰德镇)。政府和两党代表以及放下武器的起义军官代表团,是由一群嘁嘁喳喳的白衣修女伺候的,她们很象一群雨水惊起的鸽子。奥雷连诺上校是骑着一匹肮脏、脱毛的骡子来的。他没刮脸。他更感到痛苦的是腋下的脓疮,而不是幻想的彻底破灭,因为他已失去了一切希望,放弃了荣誉以及对荣誉的怀念。根据他的愿望,没有朗朗的音乐,没有僻啪的鞭炮,没有隆隆的钟声,没有胜利的欢呼,没有任何能够改变停战的悲凉性质的高兴表现。一位巡口摄影师为奥雷连诺上校拍了一张可能留给后代的照片,底版还没显影就被打碎了。
仪式延续的时间,正好是签署文件所需的时间。在一个破旧的马戏团帐篷里,当中摆了一张普通的木桌,代表们坐在桌子旁边,周围站着忠于奥雷连诺上校的最后几名军官。在让大家签字之前,共和国总统的私人代表打算宣读投降书,可是奥雷连诺上校反对这样做。“咱们别把时间浪费在形式上了,”说着,他看都不看就准备在文件上签字。这时,他的一名军官打破了帐篷中令人发困的沉寂。
“上校,”他说,“请你不要第一个签字。”
奥雷连诺上校表示同意。文件在桌上绕了一圈,在一片沉寂中,从钢笔在纸上划动的声音,甚至可以猜出每个人签的字儿;在这之后,第一行还是空着的。奥雷连诺上校准备填上它。
“上校,”他的另一个军官说,“你还有免除耻辱的可能嘛。”
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adj. 延续的,广大的,扩大范围的 动词extend的

 
glory ['glɔ:ri]

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n. 光荣,荣誉,壮丽,赞颂
vi. 为 ..

 
ceremony ['seriməni]

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n. 典礼,仪式,礼节,礼仪

 
weakness ['wi:knis]

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n. 软弱

 
soporific [.səupə'rifik]

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adj. 催眠的,想睡的 n. 催眠剂

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silence ['sailəns]

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n. 沉默,寂静
vt. 使安静,使沉默

 
commission [kə'miʃən]

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n. 委员会,委托,委任,佣金,犯罪
vt.

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shade [ʃeid]

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n. 阴影,遮蔽,遮光物,(色彩的)浓淡
vt

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shudder ['ʃʌdə]

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vi. 战悚,发抖
n. 战栗,震颤

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n. 摄影师

 

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