Chapter 7 February 6, 1910 (1) (1)

February 6, 1910 (1) (1) The shadow of the window frame appeared on the curtains. The time was between seven and eight o'clock. I was back in time and heard the clock ticking.This watch was left by my grandfather. When my father gave it to me, he said, Quentin, this watch is the mausoleum of all hopes and desires. I give it to you now. You rely on it. It is easy to grasp and prove that all human beings Experience is a fallacious reductoabsurdum, and all of these human experiences may not have worked for your grandfather or great-grandfather, and they may not work for you personally.I give you the watch not to let you remember the time, but to let you forget the time occasionally and not spend all your energy on conquering time.Because time is not conquered anyway, he said.Nobody even raced against time at all.This battlefield only shows people their own stupidity and disappointment, and victory is just an illusion of philosophers and fools.

①In Latin, the correct spelling should be reductito ad absurdum, meaning: reduction to absurdum. The watch was propped against the cardboard box on the collar, and I lay on the bed listening to its ticking.In fact, it should be said that the sound of the watch came to my ears.I don't think anyone would listen to the ticking of a clock.There is no need to do this.You can go a long, long time without noticing the tick, and as the next second you hear it again, it makes you feel that although you didn't hear it just now, time is going on uninterruptedly, eternally, more and more impotently .As Father said: In the long, lonely light, you can see Jesus marching toward the ground.And that good saint Francis, who called death his "little sister," although he had no sister.

② Refers to Francis di Assisi (Francis di Assisi, 1182-1226), an Italian monk who wrote "Ode to the Sun", in which "death" is called "little sister". Through the wall I heard the creak of the springs of Shreve's bed, and then the rustle of his slippers.I got up, went to the dresser, groped across it, found the watch, turned it face down, and went back to bed.But the shadow of the window frame was still reflected on the curtain, and I could almost tell what time it was by the movement of the shadow, so I had to turn my back to the shadow, but I felt like the first animal. Yes, there are eyes in the back of the head, and I always feel that way when shadows crawl over my head and tickle me.Such lazy habits that you develop yourself will always make you regret later.This is what my father said.He also said that Christ was not crucified, but that He was tortured to death by the soft clicking of those little cogs.Jesus also had no sisters.

③ Quentin's classmate at Harvard University, who shares a dormitory with Quentin's station, is Canadian. As soon as I knew I couldn't see the shadow, I started wondering again what time it was.My father said that often guessing the position of a few mechanical pointers on a man-made dial is a symptom of mental illness.My father said, this is like sweating, it is also a kind of excretion.I was like, maybe.But in my heart I doubt it.I have always been skeptical. If it was a cloudy day, I could look out the window and recall what my father had said about the habit of laziness.I thought it would be good for their people in New London if the weather stayed fine.Why should the weather change?It's a good month for a woman to be a bride, and the voice resounds in

④A small coastal town in Connecticut, USA, where the rowing competition between Harvard University and students from other universities was held. ①She ran straight out of the mirror, out of the scent that was trapped in a corner.Roses pack roses.Mr. and Mrs. Jason Richmond Compson married their little girl. ② roses.Not chaste flowers like dogwood and marley chiffon.I said, I have committed incest, Father, I said.Rose.Sly and serene.If you go to Harvard for a year and don't see a boat race, you should ask for a tuition refund.Let Jason go to college.Let Jason go to Harvard for a year.

① Quentin here thinks of the scene of his sister Katie's wedding day (April 25, 1910). "That voice resounds in" is half a line in the poem "Holy Wedding" by the British poet John Keble (John Keble, 1792-1866). The world's first wedding." ② Quentin remembered the invitation from his father announcing the upcoming wedding for Katie. ③ Quentin recalled that after his sister had an affair with the salesman Dalton Amis, he himself "admitted" to his father that he had committed the crime of incest (in fact, he did not). Shreve stood in the doorway, wearing a stiff collar, his spectacles had a rosy sheen, as though washing his face had stained them with the flush of his face. "Are you going to skip class this morning?"

"Is it this late?" He looked at his watch: "The bell will ring in two minutes." "I didn't know it was so late." He was still looking at his watch, his mouth moving. "I've got to hurry up. I can't afford to miss another class. Last week the dean said to me—" He put the watch back in his pocket.I also stopped talking. "You'd better put on your trousers and run," he said, and walked out. I got out of bed and walked around the room, listening to his voice through the walls.He went into the sitting room and made his way to the door.

"You haven't dressed yet?" "Not yet. You go first. I'll be there." He walked out.The door is closed.His footsteps, fainter and weaker, could be heard in the corridor.Then I could hear the ticking of the watch again.Instead of walking up and down, I went to the window, drew the curtains, and watched the people hurrying towards the chapel, always the same people, struggling to get their hands into the swelling coat sleeves, always It's the same books and flying lapels rushing forward like broken bricks in a flood, and there's Spot in it too.He called Shreve my husband.Oh, leave him alone, said Shreve, if he's only chasing sluts, it's none of our business.In the South, it is disgraceful for people to think of themselves as virgins.Whether it's a young man or a big man.They bluff.Virgin or not, it doesn't matter much to a woman, that's what my father said. ③ He said that the concept of virginity was conceived by men, not women.Father said it was just like death, it was just something that everyone else had a share of, and I said it was no fun just believing in it, and he said that's why everything in the world is so sad , not only the issue of virginity, so I said, why can't it be me who loses virginity, but only her, so he said, this is the reason why things are sad; all things, even changing them It's not worth it, says Shreve.Doesn't he just know how to chase those little sluts? I just said, do you have a sister yourself?do you have?do you have?

①Harvard University was originally established to train pastors. Until the beginning of the 20th century, the religious atmosphere was still very strong, and students had to go to the chapel for a short service every day before class. ② Quentin's classmate.Quentin saw him and remembered a quarrel with him once. ③ Quentin remembered what his father told him when he "confessed" his guilt to his father. ④ Thinking back to the scene of the quarrel with Spot, now Shreve is trying to persuade Quentin not to be angry at Spot's self-boasting. Among the crowd, Spot was like a tortoise among the dead leaves flying all over the street.His collar was turned up by his ears.He walked with his usual unhurried pace.He's a South Carolina native and a fourth grader.He likes to brag in the club, saying that first, he never ran to the chapel; second, he never went to church on time; During the first class, he didn't wear a shirt or socks on his feet.About ten o'clock he would go up to Thompson's, order two cups of coffee, sit down, take his socks out of his pocket, take off his shoes, and put them on while the coffee cooled.By noon, you can see him in shirt and socks like everyone else.Others trotted past him, but he didn't quicken his pace at all.After a while, there was no one in the square courtyard.

A sparrow slanted across the sun, stopped on the window sill, and looked at me with its head tilted.Its eyes are round and bright.It looked at me with one eye at first, then turned its head and looked at me with the other eye.Its neck twitched faster than a human pulse.The big clock began to strike.The sparrow no longer turned its head to change its eyes, but kept looking at me with the same eye until the bell stopped ringing, as if it were listening too.Then it snapped off the ledge and flew away. After a while, the last trilling sound stopped.The lingering sound has been echoing in the air for a long time, and it is not so much what you hear as it is what you feel.Like all the bells that rang in the slanting light of the setting sun when Jesus and St. Francis were talking about his sister.Because if only to hell?If only that was the case.That's all.If things get here, they end on their own.In hell, there is no one else but her and me.If we do something really horrific we can get people out of here and leave us alone in hell.I committed incest I said father it was me not Dalton Amis when he put the gun on Dalton Amis.Dalton Amis.Dalton Amis.I wasn't when he put the gun in my hand.I didn't because he's going to hell and she's going and so am I.Dalton Amis.Dalton Amis.Dalton Amis.It would be sad if we could do something so terrible and my father said, people can't do something so terrible they can't do something so terrible what's considered terrible today they'll be tomorrow Can't even remember so I said you can get away with it all and he said oh can you.Then I would lower my head to see my gurgling bones, the deep river blowing like the wind, like a roof made of wind, after a long time people can't even live in the desolate, timeless The bones were discerned in the sand.Till the day he speaks, but only irons float.It's not just that you understand that nothing can help you - religion, self-esteem, whatever - the problem is that you understand that you don't need any help.Dalton Amis.Dalton Wenmes.Dalton Amis.If only I were his mother lying sprawled and laughing as she lifted herself up and took his father by my hand and I watched and watched him die before he came to life.She stood at the door for a while

①According to the forty-second chapter of the eleventh chapter of the "Bible John's Gospel", Jesus raised the dead.Here, Quentin first thinks of the abnormal relationship between his sister Katie and Dalton Amis, and then thinks of him going to fight with Amys. Ames gave him the gun and asked him to shoot, but he dared not shoot.Then I thought of going to my father to "admit" the crime of incest.Finally, I thought of suicide, and thought of the situation where my bones sank to the bottom of the river after suicide. ②The image of Katie standing at the kitchen door the day she lost her virginity emerged in Quentin's mind. I went to the dresser and picked up the face-down watch.I knocked the glass cover against the corner of the table, caught the shards of glass with my hands, put them in the ashtray, unscrewed the watch hands and threw them into the ashtray③.The watch was still ticking.I turned the watch over, and the little wheels behind the blank face were still rattling, not knowing what had happened.Jesus walked on the sea of ​​Galilee ④, Washington never lied ⑤.My father bought Jason a bauble on a watch chain from the St. Louis Fair. Silk's game wheel, and Niagara Falls the size of a needle.There is a pool of red marks on the surface.As soon as I saw it, my thumb started to tingle.I put down the watch, went into Shreve's room, and dabbed some iodine on the wound.I used a towel to clean the shards of glass out of the inside edge of the case. ③ Quentin is very sensitive to time, but he doesn't want to feel the existence of time, so he smashed the watch. ④ See the twenty-fifth chapter of the fourteenth chapter of the Gospel of Matthew. ⑤ There are stories about George Washington as a child circulating among American folks, saying that he never lied, and would rather be punished by his father than admit to his father that he cut down the cherry tree at home. I took out two sets of underwear for washing, then took socks, shirt, collar and tie, and put them in the trunk.I put all my things into the box, except a new suit, an old suit, two pairs of shoes, two hats, and my books.I reported the books to the living room and put them on the table. There were books I brought from home and my father said that in the past people judged whether a person was a gentleman by his collection of books; Then I locked the box and wrote the address on it.At this moment the chiming bell rang.I stopped what I was doing and listened until the bell died away. ①Quentin prepares to commit suicide.He boxes things up so they can be brought to his family later. I took a shower and shaved.The water made my fingers sting a little more, so I reapplied some iodine, and I put on the new suit, pocketed the watch, put the other suit, cuff buttons, etc., and razors, toothbrushes, etc. Put it in my handbag.I wrapped the key to the suitcase in a piece of paper and put it in an envelope with my father's address written on the outside.I wrote two short notes and sealed them in separate envelopes. The shadow had not quite disappeared from the doorstep.I paused just inside the door, watching the shadows move.It moved at an almost imperceptible speed, crawling into the doorway little by little, forcing the shadows into the doorway.It's just that she was already running when I heard it.In the mirror, I saw her running past in a hurry, and I was completely baffled.She was running so fast, her skirt was wrapped around her arms, she flew out of the mirror like a flower, her long white yarn swirled behind her back, her heels clicked With a crisp sound, one hand held the bridal gown tightly to her chest, and ran out of the mirror in a swift motion. The scent of roses resounded over the Garden of Eden.Then she ran down the porch and I couldn't hear her heels any more and she was like a cloud in the moonlight, the white light of that veil drifting across the grass, right up to the roar.She ran, her clothes trailing behind her, she wiped her wedding dress tight, and ran straight to the roar, and there, T. P．In the dew, he said loudly that Sashi water is delicious, but Benji yelled loudly under the wooden box.Father wore a V-shaped silver chest protector on his sweaty chest. ①②The scene of Katie's wedding day came to Quentin's mind.Benji instinctively felt that Katie was about to leave him, so he yelled loudly under the wooden box outside the door.Katie, who loves Benji dearly, ran to Benji desperately to comfort him. ②Meaning: The father, who was wearing big eyeglasses and a white shirt, ran up to Bengui panting. Shreve said, "Why, you haven't... Are you going to a wedding or a wake?" ①Back to "now", Shreve returns from the chapel. "I couldn't get up just now," I said. "Of course it's too late for you to be so well dressed. What's the matter? Do you think it's Sunday?" "I don't think the police will arrest me just because I wore new clothes once," I said. "Where did you go, I mean those students who used to hang out in the school square. Have you become too conceited and don't want to go to class?" ①Referring to Boston, Harvard University is in Cambridge, three miles from Bostonton. "I've got to get something to eat first." The shadow on the doorstep was gone.I walked into the sun and found my own shadow again. I hurried down the steps immediately ahead of my shadow.The bell struck for the half hour.Then the bell stopped ringing and disappeared in the air. The Deacon wasn't at the post office either, and I put stamps on both envelopes, threw the one for my father in the mailbox and the one for Shreve in my inside pocket, when I remembered that I had Where did I meet the deacon once.It was Memorial Day, and he was walking in a parade in a C·A·R mask.If you had the patience to wait a little longer on any street corner, you'd always see him in this or that parade.The last time was on Columbus's or Garibaldi's or so-and-so's birthday.He walks in the ranks of the "scavengers," wearing a top hat like a chimney, carrying a two-inch Italian flag, and smoking a cigar.All around him were brooms and shovels raised up.The last parade, though, must have been the one in the C.A.R. uniform, as Shreve said at the time. ① An old black man, he often does some chores for Harvard students.The clothes that Quentin left in the dormitory were intended for him. ②May 30 every year is a statutory holiday in the United States. ③C·A·R·——"Grand Army of the Republic", the name of the Northern Army during the Civil War. "Hey, look at that old nigger, look at how your grandpa used to treat niggers." "Yeah," I said, "that's why he's parading day after day now. If it wasn't for my grandpa, he'd be working like a white man." I don't see him anywhere.But even a serious working black person was never going to find him when you wanted him, let alone a black person taking the country's money.A tram drove up.I go into town by car.Came to "Pike Hotel" and had a hearty breakfast.Just as I was eating I heard the clock strike.But I think it takes at least an hour for a person to figure out what time it is. The process of human beings entering mechanical timekeeping is longer than history itself.After breakfast, I bought a cigar.The girl at the counter said that the fifty cents one was the best, so I bought a fifty cents one, and I lit a cigarette and went to the street.I stopped and took a few puffs of my cigarette, then I took the cigarette in my hand and continued walking towards the corner.I passed a jewelry and watch shop, but I turned my face away just in time, and at the corner I was entangled by two shoe shiners, one on each side, chattering like crows, and I gave the cigar to one of them, Gave another a nickel.They just let me go.The one who gets the cigar is going to sell it to the other one, wanting that nickel market. There is a clock in the sky, high above the sun.I thought about how somehow when you don't want to do something, your body catches you off guard and tricks you into doing it.I could feel the muscles on the back of my neck twitching, and then I heard the ticking of the watch in my pocket, and after a moment I silenced all the sound except the watch in my pocket. The ticking of the watch.I turned around and walked back to the window.The owner of the watch shop leaned over a table in the window to repair his watch.His head is a little bald.He wears a magnifying glass over one eye—a metal tube that fits in the socket of his eye.I go into the shop. The shop was full of all sorts of crickets, like crickets in a meadow in September, and I could make out the sound of a big clock on the wall behind his head.When he looked up, his eye seemed so large and blurred that it seemed to burst from the lens.I took out my watch and handed it to him. "I broke my watch." He turned the watch over in his hand. "Dare. You must have stepped on it." "Yes, boss. I knocked it off the dresser and stomped on it again in the dark. But it kept going." He pried off the cover on the back of the watch and squinted inside. "It doesn't seem to be a serious problem. But I can't say what's going on without a thorough inspection. I'll show you this afternoon." "I'll fix it later;" I said.Jiao San, can you please tell me if any of the watches in the window are accurate? " He put my watch in the palm of his hand and looked up at me with his blurred, almost bursting eyes. "I made a bet with a fellow," I said, "but I forgot my glasses this morning." "Fine then," he said.He put down his watch, half-slung up from the stool and looked into the window over the railing.Then he looked up again at the wall. "It's twenty minutes—" "Don't tell me," I said, "I'm sorry, boss. Just tell me if it's accurate." He looked up at me again.He sat back on the stool and pushed the magnifying glass up to his forehead.The magnifying glass imprinted a red circle around his eyes, and when pushed up, his face appeared bald. "What celebration are you having today?" he said. "Aren't the boat races not until next week?" "Not a kiosk for boating. Just a private celebration. Birthday. Are you sure?" "No. They haven't been corrected yet. They haven't been timed. If you want to buy one—" "No, boss. I don't need a watch. We have a clock in the living room. I'll fix this watch when I need it." I held out my hand. "Let's put it here now." "I'll come back later." He handed me the watch.I put it in my pocket.Now I can't hear it through the clutter of ticking. "Too much trouble for you. I hope I didn't waste most of your time." "It doesn't matter. You can bring it whenever you want. I said, wouldn't it be better to celebrate after we won the rowing race at Harvard." "Yes, boss. I'm afraid it's better to wait." I went out, closed the door, and shut the ticking out of the house.I looked back into the window.He was watching me over the railing.There are more than a dozen watches in the window, none of them have the same time, each of them is the same as my watch without hands, I think I am the only one who is accurate, and nothing else can be relied on.Every watch is different from the others.I can hear my watch ticking in my pocket, though no one can see it, though it no longer tells the time, but who can tell the time? So I said to myself just keep that clock.Yuanwei said to his father that clocks kill time.Time, he said, is dead as long as those little wheels are ticking; time comes alive only when the clock stops.The two pointers spread out horizontally, forming a slight angle ①, like a seagull flying sideways against the wind.My stomach is full of bitter water that has been stagnant for several years, just like the crescent moon that niggers say is full of water.The owner of the watch shop is at work again. He is lying on the workbench, the cylinder of the magnifying glass is deeply embedded in his face.His hair was parted in the middle, and the streak in the middle ran to a bald crown in a place like a swamp drained in December. ① Quentin is probably choosing the time of his suicide.The clock he chose had "two hands open horizontally," that is, at 2:49 or 9:17. I see a hardware store across the road.I didn't know irons were bought by the pound. The guy said, "These are ten-pound ones." But they were a little bigger than I wanted them to be.I therefore bought two little six-pound irons, for a pack of paper could pass off a pair of leather shoes.It was heavy enough to hold them together, but I was reminded of what my father said about the redueto absurdum of human experience, and how I almost didn't get into Harvard.Maybe it won't be until next year, and I think maybe two years in school to learn how to do it properly. ① refers to suicide. Still, they're heavy enough to hold them in the air.A tram is coming.I jumped on it.I didn't see the sign on the front of the car.The trolley was full of people, rich-looking people probably, reading the newspaper, and there was only one empty seat, and that was next to a nigger.He wore a bowler hat, shiny silver shoes, and held a half-extinguished cigar in his hand.I used to think that a southerner should be aware of niggers all the time.I thought the northerners expected him to be like this.When I first came east I kept reminding myself: don't you forget they're "colored" not niggers, if I didn't happen to deal with so many black kids I would have spent a lot of time and energy To realize that the best thing to do with all people, black or white, is to see them the way they think of themselves and leave them alone.I've long known that a nigger is not so much a person as a way of behaving, a counterpart to the people around him.But at first I thought I'd be a little lost without so many black people around me, because I figured northerners should think I would, but it wasn't until that morning in Virginia that I realized that I really missed Roscus , Dilsey and others.The train was stopped when I woke up that day, and I lifted the curtains and looked out.The car I was in happened to block a crossing.Two rows of white wooden fences stretch down from the hill, reach the crossing, and then diverge like horns, stretching down the hill.In the hard ruts a Negro sat on a mule, waiting for the train to move away.I don't know how long he waited there, but he sat on the mule's back with his legs spread apart, with a blanket wrapped around his head, as if he and the mule were as much born here as the fence and the road. Like the hill, it seems that it was carved out of this hill, like a welcome sign that someone put on the mountainside: "You are back to your hometown again".The old black person had no saddle, and his feet were almost down to the ground, and the mule looked like a rabbit.I pushed up the window. "Hey, Uncle," I said, "Do you understand the rules?" "What, sir?" He glanced at me, then let go of the blanket and pulled it away from his ears. "Christmas present!" I said. "Oh, seriously, boss. You sort of beat me up. Don't you?" "I'll spare you this time." I dragged my pants over the narrow hammock and fished out a quarter. "Be careful next time. I'll be passing through here two days after New Years, so you have to be careful." I tossed the coin out the window. "Buy yourself some Santa Claus presents."① ①There is such a custom in the southern United States: during Christmas, whoever shouts "Christmas gift" to the other party first, even if the other party loses, should give him a gift—of course not necessarily.Quentin went home for Christmas, passed through Virginia, felt happy to be back in the South, and joked with old niggers like that.This is also a manifestation of what he said earlier that he "misses" black people. "Yes, sir," he said.He climbed off the mule, picked up the coin, and rubbed it against his pant leg. "Thank you, sir, thank you." Then the train began to move.I leaned out of the window, out into the cold air, and looked over my shoulder.He stood beside the thin, rabbit-like mule, so pathetic, motionless, patient, man and beast alike.The train turned a corner, and the locomotive let out a few short, heavy cracks, and he and the mule just left the field of view smoothly, still so pitiful, so eternally patient, so deadly solemn: there was childishness in them. There is a clumsy element that is always visible and a contradictory safe and reliable element. These two elements take care of them, protect them, love them unreasonably, but constantly rob them and evade responsibility and obligation. Cannot be called cunning They are robbed and deceived with a frank and spontaneous admiration for the victors that a gentleman would have for anyone who has won him in a fair contest, and besides they have for themselves I have forgotten the feeling that my grandparents are so loving to their naughty little grandchildren when they are unpredictable.For a whole day, the train zigzags through the oncoming mountain pass and drives along the rocks. At this time, you no longer feel that the car is moving forward, you can only hear the exhaust pipe and the wheels groaning hard, never The endless towering hills gradually merged with the cloudy sky. At this moment, I couldn't help but think of home, the desolate little station, the muddy road, and those people who were rushing back and forth in the square. Black people and country folks, they carry bags of toy monkeys, toy cars and candies, and fireworks stuck out of their pockets. At this time, there will be a strange squirming in my stomach, as if in It was like when the bell was struck in school. I'm not going to start counting until the clock strikes three times.At that time, I started to count, and when I counted to sixty, I curled up a finger. While counting, I thought that there were still fourteen fingers to bend, then thirteen, then twelve, then eight, Seven, until all of a sudden I realized that there was silence all around, that no one's thoughts were daring to wander, and I was saying, "What, sir?" "Your name is Quentin, isn't it?" Miss Lola Say.What followed was an even more severe breath-holding. No one dared to wander off in their thoughts. It was so uncomfortable that their hands would convulse in the silence. "Henry, tell Quentin who discovered the Mississippi, Bersotho." Then the minds relaxed, and after a while, fearing I was counting too slowly, I sped up the count and bent down again. Finger, and then feared that the speed was too fast, so he slowed down, then worried that it was slow, and speeded up again.In this way I always manage to finish the count just as the bell strikes the hour, where the ten freed feet are already moving, already impatiently scrubbing the worn floor, like a pane of windowpane that day. There was a light, crisp hit, and my stomach squirmed.I sat there motionless.Sitting motionless, twisting and turning. ④ She stood at the door for a while.bangui.roared loudly. ⑤Ban Jimin, the youngest son ⑥ born in my later years is roaring.Katie, Katie! ① Quentin remembered how he used to bend his fingers to count the time when he was a child when class was over. ② Quentin's primary school teacher in Jefferson. ③ Hernando De Soto (Hernando De Soto, 1500?-1542), Spanish explorer. ④ Quentin remembered the scene when he played with a girl named Natalie in his hometown a few years ago. ⑤Thinking of the day his sister Katie lost her virginity. ⑥This is what Mrs. Compson said when she changed the name of her youngest son. I was going to run away. ⑦He started crying so she went over and touched him.do not Cry.I do not go.do not Cry.He really stopped crying.Dilsey. ⑦ Quentin remembered the night of his grandmother's death in 1898.On the way back to the big house, Benji cries and Katie comforts him. He can smell anything you tell him if he likes it.He neither listens nor speaks. ⑧ ⑧ Quentin remembered the day when Bangui was renamed in 100 years. Could he smell the new name they had given him?Can he smell bad luck? Why should he worry about good luck or bad luck?Luck could not have made his fate worse. Why did they change his name if it was not good for his fate? The tram stopped, started, stopped again. ⑨I saw many people's heads moving outside the car window, and the straw hats they wore were still new and hadn't turned yellow yet.There were also a few women in the tram now, with baskets for shopping in the street.There are more men in work clothes than in leather shoes and stiff collars. ⑨ Return to "Current". The black person touched my knee. "Excuse me," he said, and I moved my legs out to let him pass.We were driving along an empty wall, and the clang of the tram bounced back into the carriages, hitting the women with their baskets on their laps and the man in the greasy hat with a pipe stuck in his hatband.I smelled water, and then through the gap in the wall I glimpsed the water and two masts, and a gull motionless in mid-air, as if perched on an invisible thread between the masts .I reached into my jacket to feel the two letters I had written.At this time, the tram stopped, and I jumped off the tram. ①This refers to the Charles River.The river separates Boston from Cambridge, home of Harvard University, at its emptiness.To the southeast of the river is Boston, and to the northwest of the river is Cambridge. The drawbridge was opening to let a schooner pass.It was being towed by a tugboat, and the smoking tug was driving close behind it.The schooner itself was moving, but by no apparent means of power, and a shirtless man the color of tobacco was coiling ropes on the foredeck.Another man, wearing a straw hat without a peak, was steering the wheel.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。 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。He cried.他闻到气味了。他闻出来了。 ②这儿是哈佛大学划船运动员放船的船库。 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。 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。 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。 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。 小艇现在成了一个小黑点，两叶桨在阳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骚货。你有过姐妹吗？她一时站在门口。都是骚货。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 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。 "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。 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。 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阴影。接着我朝东走去。 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。 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。 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。你想开车吗？ ⑦ 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。 上车吧昆丁。 你来开车吧。 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。three times.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 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。 我是南方人。你这人真逗，是不是。 哦对的我知道那是在乡下某个地方。 你这人真逗，真是的。你应该去参加马戏团。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。 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。 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 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。 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。 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。 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 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。 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 ②赫伯特·海德在对康普生太太讲奉承话。 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。 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。 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)。