Chapter 5 Translation sequence 5.Follow Ahab to destroy the white whale

Whether it is literary creation or translation of foreign works, both the author and the translator are another character in the work, although he does not appear in front of the readers. Only by immersing yourself in it can you feel it and reflect it. So any writer and translator should be a passionist, not a mechanicalist. In the process of creation and translation, being a passionateist pays much more than being a mechanist. The process of my translation is a process of following Ahab to destroy Moby Dick. When Ahab led them aboard the Pequod at Nantucket and started their great voyage of no return, I also followed Captain Ahab aboard the Pequod in my study, "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone", I recited this Chinese poem, and it is really suitable here.

So I became the last sailor of the "Pequode", although everyone on board did not know my existence, I hid on the ship like Fedala and others at the beginning, until the "Pequode" sank in the South Pacific Ishmael came back together in a daze. After returning, I sat in the study, as if I had a hero's dream. It's just that I didn't make any effort for the "Pequode" except to translate this story to everyone. This is something that everyone who is infected by this story blames himself and is really helpless. I feel like a feather in comparison to the Ahabs.

But let's be a person who walks into the arena to cheer for them, let's be a person who weeps for them after they leave, let's be a person who refines Moby Dick into whale oil! The Ahabs died, except for Ishmael who had to come back. In that era, only one death could fully complete their heroic feats and complete their inevitable tragedies. They cannot come back alive, because they cannot achieve absolute victory. Death is the only choice for heroes. Heroes burst out of strength because of the final death, and death is the finishing touch in their lives. Ishmael is my closest friend, and I got to know Queequeg, Tustego and the big man with him, and I was overwhelmed by the brilliance shining from their dark bodies.

I got to know the virtuous and loyal Starbuck, the reckless, humorous and thoughtless Stubb, and the happy but mediocre Flask, their respective experiences made me understand, their cowardice made me anxious, okay They finally came to fruition. I also got to know the kind Pip, the mysterious Fedala, the unfortunate carpenter and blacksmith, and sailors from almost every corner of the world. Together with them, I followed Captain Ahab to swear to kill the white whale on the deck, talked and laughed loudly in the brightly lit forecastle, shivered in fear of divine power in the storm, looked and thought about the sea from the high masthead , admiring the whaling ships with different looks in the nine parties, and experiencing the dangerous existence among the whales...

In the end, I watched Ahab lead them to the cave of death. With tears in my eyes, I bid farewell to them one by one, and at the same time bid farewell to an era. I believe that no matter whether they go to heaven or hell, they will be a group of indomitable heroes. After translating, I was exhausted, as if I had gone through a thrilling life course, and I couldn't help but screamed to the sky, full of excitement. Thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon. All the heroes written into epics in the world have the same trajectory. To be able to masturbate and be proud of being in the company of heroes.

On the occasion of this reprint, some revisions have been made, and I would like to thank you.