Chapter 8 February 6, 1910 (1) (2)

February 6, 1910 (1) (1) Some wore straw hats that hadn't yet yellowed, others didn't.For three years I couldn't wear a hat.I can't stand hats.After the world is gone without me and without Harvard, will there still be hats?At Harvard, Dad said, the best ideas are like dead creeping vines clinging to an old brick wall.By then there would be no Harvard.At least not for me.here we go again.More melancholy than before.Hmph, here we go again.Now is the worst time to feel.here we go again. Spot was already in his shirt: it must be noon now.When I see my shadow again later, if I am not careful, I will step on the indestructible shadow that I coaxed into the water again.But no sister.I would never be like this.I will never allow anyone to spy on my daughter. I will never. ②

① Mrs. Compson sent Jason to monitor Katie. Mr. Compson was very angry when he found out, and said such things. ②From "but not my sister" in the previous line to this is what Quentin said to Katie the night Katie lost her virginity. What do you want me to do with them You keep telling them not to respect me Don't respect my will I know you despise us Bascons But can't you teach my children because of that I've suffered so much Don't respect me? ③I stomped my shadow's bones into the concrete floor with the hard leather heels. At this moment I heard the ticking of the watch, and I touched the two letters through my coat again.

③This is what Mrs. Compson and Mr. Compson said when they quarreled.Bascombe was her maiden name. I don't want my daughter to be watched by you or Quentin or anyone no matter what bad things you think she's doing At least you think there's a reason she should be watched. I would never do that. Never. ①I know you don’t want it, and I didn’t want to say it so badly, but women don’t respect each other or themselves② ①What Quentin said to Katie. ②This paragraph and the following words (imitated in Song Dynasty) are what her father and Quentin said on the night when Katie lost her virginity.

But why did she want me to step on my shadow? The bell rang, but it was the chime of the quarter. ①I don't see the shadow of the deacon anywhere.thought i would think i could ①The tram drove to Harvard, and Quentin got off to look for the deacon. She doesn't mean to be a woman and that's the way it is and it's because she loves Katie The street lights run downhill and uphill to the town I walk on the belly of my shadow.I can reach out of the shadows.Just feel my father sitting on my back outside the restless darkness of summer and August the street lights Father and I protect women from hurting each other from hurting themselves women in our family that's how they don't master The knowledge of man that we long to know They are born with a practical fertility of suspicion which reaps a crop in a short while and often guesses right They have an affinity for sin and what sin lacks they offer what they instinctively Pull the sin on yourself like you pull the quilt on yourself when you are asleep They fertilize the mind and keep the sinful consciousness in the mind until the sin has achieved its purpose Whether the sin itself exists or not①" The deacon" came between two first-year students.He was still in the air of the parade, for he gave me a salute, a salute in the air of a high-ranking officer.

① This paragraph is the discussion made by Mr. Compson. "I want to talk to you," I said, stopping in my tracks. "Talk to me? All right. Goodbye, guys," he said, stopping to turn around. "Nice to talk to you for a while." This is Deacon, and it smells of Deacon from head to toe.Just say those natural psychologists around you.They said that for forty years the Deacon had never missed a train at the beginning of each term, and that he could recognize a Southerner at a glance.He's never mistaken, and he can tell which state you're from just by asking.He's got a uniform that he wears to pick up cars, like Uncle Tom's Cabin, with patches all over his body, and so on.

"Yes, you. This way, sir, we're here," he said, pressing your luggage. "Hey, kid, come here, get these handbags." Immediately afterwards, a hill of luggage piled up slowly moved forward, revealing a black boy about fifteen years old behind him, and the deacon somehow went A bag was added to his body, which escorted him forward. "Well, watch and don't fall on the floor. Yes, sir, give me your room number, old nigger, and your luggage will be cold there when you get there." From then on, until he subdued you completely, he was always coming and going in and out of your room, everywhere, chattering, but as his clothes continued to improve, his style gradually became northern, until now He ends up ripping you off quite a bit, and by the time you figure it out he's already calling you by your first name, Quentin or something, and the next time you see him, he'll put on a suit and throw it away A Brooks suit and a hat with a Princeton University club ribbon wrapped around it. What kind of ribbon? I forgot it was given to him. Cut it out.Years ago, when he had just come to college from his hometown, someone had spread the word that he was a seminary graduate.When he understood what the statement meant, he was so overjoyed that he began to talk about it himself, and then he must have believed it himself.Anyway, he told others a lot of long and meaningless anecdotes about his college days, and he affectionately called those dead professors by their nicknames, which were usually wrong.But he was a guide, a mentor, a friend to the naive and lonely first-years who came in year after year, and I think for all his little tricks and a bit of hypocrisy, in the nostrils of the one in heaven, he But the stench is no worse than that of others.

"Haven't seen you for three or four days," he said, keeping his eyes fixed on me, still in his army brilliance. "Are you sick?" "No. I'm in good health. I'm busy, that's all. But I've seen you." "yes?" "In that parade a few days ago." "Oh, yes. Yes, I'm parading. I'm not much interested in such things, you know, but the younger generation wants me, old soldier. Ladies want the old soldier to show up." Show up, you understand. So I had to obey." "You were at the Italian festival," I said, "and you're obedient to the Temperance Order, I suppose."

"That time? I did it for my son-in-law. He was interested in getting a job in the city hall. A scavenger. I told him it was a job. It was like sleeping with a broom. You see me Is it?" "Saw you twice. Yes." "I'm asking you, how I look in uniform. Do you look good?" "Beautiful. You outshine everyone in the team. They should have made you a general, Deacon." He touched my arm lightly.His hands were the worn out, bony hands of a negro. "Listen. It's not going to get out. I tell you it's all right, because, anyway. We're our own." He leaned a little towards me, and he talked hurriedly, without looking at me. . "I've let out a long line at the moment. You'll see next year. You wait. Then you'll see what line I'm in. I don't have to tell you how I did it; I just Say, wait and see, my child." At this moment, he glanced at me, patted me lightly on the shoulder, and bounced back from me with his heels as the fulcrum, while Still nodding at me. "Yes, sir. I didn't change to the Democrat three years ago for nothing. My son-in-law eats at the city; and I--yes, sir. If being a Democrat puts that son of a bitch to work. . . As for myself, counting from the day before yesterday, one year from now, you will stand on that street corner and wait and see."

"I hope so, you should be taken seriously, Deacon. By the way, I remembered." I fumbled the letter out of my pocket, "Tomorrow you go to my dormitory; give this letter to Shreve .He'll give you something. But it'll have to wait until tomorrow, you hear?" He took the letter and observed it carefully. "It's sealed." "Yes. I have a note in it; it won't take effect until tomorrow." "Yeah," he said.He pouted as he looked at the envelope. "Is there something for me, you say?" "Yes. A gift I have for you."

He was looking at me now, and the envelope looked white against his black hand in the sun.His eyes were soft, irisless, and brown, and suddenly I saw, behind that white man's flashy uniform, behind his white man's politics and his white man's Harvard panache, was Roskus in the Look at me, that shy, mysterious, inarticulate, sad Roskus. "You're not kidding a black old man, are you?" "You know I'm not kidding. Did any southerner ever play tricks on you?" "You're right. Southerners are classy people. But you can't live with them." "Have you tried it?" I said.But Roskus disappeared.The deacon was back to the person he had trained himself to be in front of the world: pompous, hypocritical, but not uncouth.

"I will do as you bid, my boy." "Don't send it until tomorrow, remember." "That's right," he said, "I understand, my boy. Well—" "I hope—" I said.He looked at me condescendingly, kindly and deeply.Suddenly I held out my hand, and we shook hands, and he looked dignified, on the majestic height of his dream of city government and army. "You're a good man, Deacon. I hope...you've helped a lot of young people wherever you go." "I've always tried to treat everyone well," he said. "I never draw many lines and classify people. A person is a person to me, no matter where I met him." "I hope you will always be as popular as you are today," "I get on well with young people. They don't forget me," he said, waving the envelope.He put the letter in his pocket and buttoned his coat. "Yes, sir," said he, "I have always had quite a few good friends." The bell struck again, it was the chime of half o'clock.I stood on the belly of my shadow, and listened to the sound of the bell following the sunlight and passing through the sparse, still small leaves, one after another, warm and serene.One after another, quiet and serene, even in the good month when a woman is a bride, there is always an autumn flavor in the bell.Lying on the ground under the window and yelling. He took one look at her and he understood. ②From the mouths of babies.The bells of the street lamps stopped.I went back into the post office and left my shadow on the pavement down and up the hill to town like a lot of lanterns hanging on the wall one taller than the other.Father said that because she loved Katie she loved people through their flaws.Uncle Maury stood with his legs spread before the fire, and he had to take one hand away from the fire for a while to toast to wishing others a Merry Christmas.Jason ran after him and fell, with his hands in his pockets, so he lay like a bound fowl until Versh came and picked him up.Why don't you keep your hands out of your pockets so you don't fall so easily when you run lie in the cradle and roll your head around and flatten the back of your head.Katie told Jason that this was what Versh said Uncle Maury didn't work because he rolled around in the cradle and flattened the back of his head when he was a kid. ① Benji's performance on Katie's wedding day. ②The scene of the night when Katie lost her virginity. "He" refers to Bengui. ③What I saw during the conversation between father and son on the night when Katie lost her virginity. The recollection of "those streets" is interrupted by the cessation of the "present" bell, and Quentin resumes the recollection. ④ Quentin recalled a certain Christmas scene and some trifles of his younger brother Jason when he was a child. Shreve came up the sidewalk, shambling, chubby, prim, his spectacles glinting like puddles in the shadow of the ever-moving leaves. "I gave the deacon a note to come and pick up some things. I might not be able to get back this afternoon, so Qianfang asks you to wait until tomorrow to give it to him, will you?" "Okay." He stared at me. "Hey, what the hell are you doing today? Walking around fully dressed like you're waiting to see an Indian widow burn herself. Did you go to psychology class this morning?" "I didn't do anything. Give it to him tomorrow, you know?" "What are you holding in your hand?" "It's nothing. It's a pair of leather shoes I took to hit the forefoot; they must be given to him tomorrow, do you hear me?" "Okay. Got it. Oh, by the way, there's a letter on the desk. Did you take it in the morning?" "I didn't take it." "On the table. It's from Semiramis. The driver brought it before ten o'clock." ①The legendary wise and beautiful queen of Assyria.This refers to Mrs. Brant. "Okay. I'll get it. I wonder what she's up to this time." "Another military band recital, I guess. Come on Dada Giladbra. Play the drums louder, Quentin.God, I'm so glad I'm not a son of a family. "He walked on, holding a book carefully, and he was already a little bloated, chubby, and so serious. Do you think those street lamps are like that? Because one of our ancestors was a governor, and there were three The first is a general. But the mother's family is not. No one living is better than a dead man, but no one living or dead is much better than another living or dead.But the mother had already got a fixed opinion in her head.It's over.It's over.So we're all poisoned, you're confusing sin with morality.Women don't think that way, your mother thinks about morality, she doesn't think about it at all whether it's a crime or not. ①This is Mr. Compson making an argument again. Jason, ②I have to go. You can take care of the other children. I will take Jason away.Go to a place where no one knows us, so that he can grow up smoothly and forget all about it.The other kids didn't love me, they loved nothing at all, and they all had the Compsons' selfishness and inexplicable arrogance about them.Jason is the only child I can trust not to be afraid of. ②The "Jason" here is what Mrs. Compson called her husband, and the following "Jason" refers to her son. ③This is what Mrs. Compson said after the Compson family learned about Katie.The following is Mr. Compson's conversation with her. Nonsense, Jason is fine.I was just thinking about taking Katie to Frank Rick when you got better.At the end of the day Jason was left with no one in the house but you and the niggers.She'll forget him, and all the gossip will die away. There's no dead man in salt.Maybe I can find her a husband. The tram drew near and stopped.The half o'clock chime still echoed in the air.I got into the car, and the car continued to line up again, and the sound of the car overshadowed the half o'clock chime.No, it was the chime of three quarters.So it was only ten minutes before twelve o'clock.Leaving Harvard Your mother's dream is to get you into Harvard so have to sell Benji's ranch. ① Quentin wanted to go to Alston outside Cambridge, so he got on a tram and left Harvard. ②The following passage is the self-defense of Mrs. Kang Jingsheng when she quarreled with her husband. What the hell have I done?God actually let me give birth to such a child. A Benjiming is enough for me. Now something happened to her. How could she have any affection for her own mother? I have suffered so much for her and worried about her. with.She planned to make all the sacrifices, so it can be said that she fell to the bottom of the abyss, but since she opened her eyes since she was born, she has never thought of me selfishly.Sometimes I look at her and wonder if she's really my baby.Jason is my blood, and he never broke my heart the first time I held him in my arms.I knew then that he was my joy, my hope.I thought Benjamin was a heavy enough punishment for my sins.He came to collect the debt because I had low self-esteem and low self-esteem to marry a man who thought I was superior to me.I don't blame anyone for this. I love Benjimin more than other children, and that's why.Because this is my guilt, although Jason has been tugging at my heart, but now I know that my guilt is not enough.Now I know that I have to atone not only for myself, but also for your mistakes, for what you did, for the sins you have inflicted on me, you noble and great people, but you are responsible for these things , you will always find excuses for the mistakes of your own flesh and blood, and Jason is always the only one who is wrong.Because he's more of the Bascoms than the Compsons, and your own daughter, my little girl, my baby girl, ah, she ain't ain't no good either.When I was a girl, I certainly wasn't as lucky as you, I was only Bascombe.I was brought up in such a way that there was no middle way for a woman, either to be a proper woman or not to be.But when Katie was a little bit smaller and I held her in my arms, I never dreamed that she would let myself be so cheap.do not you know?I can tell the truth just by looking her in the eyes, and you might think she'd tell you, but she won't, she's very secretive.You don't know her temper. I know what good things she has done, and I'd rather die than tell you about them.The real situation is like this.Well, blame Jason, accuse me of sending him to spy on her.As if there was anything wrong with it, but you let your own daughter go.I know you don't love Jason, you always believe it when you hear bad things about him, you don't laugh at him like you used to laugh at Maury, and you can't hurt me anymore.Your sons and daughters have hurt me enough. Anyway, I'm going to die soon, but Jason has no one to love him, no one to protect him. I watch him every day just because I'm afraid that the characteristics of the Compson family will finally show in him. come out.During this period, his sister sneaked out to meet her, what's your name, have you seen that person, you don't even let me find out who that person is, it's not for me, I don't even want to look at him, this It's for you, to protect you, but you won't let me try it.So who will protect your noble and pure bloodline?We just sit with our arms crossed, but what about her?Not only does it tarnish your name but it also pollutes the air your children breathe.Jason, ①You must let me go, I can't take it anymore, let me take Jason away and the others stay by your side.They are not my own flesh and blood, but Jason is, they are strangers and have nothing to do with me.I'm so afraid of them, I can take Jason to a place where no one recognizes us, I'm going to get down on my knees and pray for forgiveness of my sins, the better Jason escapes this disaster and forgets what other kids have done. ①Jason here refers to Mr. Compson, and below refers to his second son. If the bell had just struck three quarters, it would be less than ten minutes past twelve.One car has just driven off, and someone is already waiting for the next one.I asked the man, but he didn't know if there would be another one before noon, because it was a shuttle between towns and there wouldn't be so many.Another trolleybus is leaving the station now.I jumped on it①.You can feel that noon is approaching.I don't know if the miners in the ground feel it too.That's exactly why the whistle is on!Because people are sweating, and if you're far enough away from where you're sweating you won't hear the sirens and in eight minutes you'll be in Boston without sweating.My father said that a person is nothing but the sum of their misfortunes.You think that one day you will get tired of misfortune, but then time will become your misfortune again, which is what the father said.A gull was dragged through the air on an invisible string.And you, you drag your disillusioned symbol into eternity.Then the wings seemed to grow a little bit. Father said that only such a person can play the harp②. ① Quentin wanted to go to the suburbs, but it was almost noon, and it seemed that the shuttle bus would not come.Quentin was afraid of hearing the whistle at noon, so he jumped on a tram that was about to go up to the station. ②According to the commentators of Faulkner's works, "playing the harp" symbolizes death. Every time the tram stops, I can hear the sound of my watch, but the number of stops is not so many that people have to eat before they can play.Eating is about eating. There is also space in your stomach, space and time are messed up. The stomach says that it is noon, and the brain says it is time to eat.Ok.I don't even know what time it is but what does that matter.People are coming out of the office.The trolleybus stops less often now, people get off to eat, and the cars are empty. It must have been past twelve now, and I jumped out of the car and stood on my shadow for a while. After a while, a car came and I jumped on it and went back to the interval station①.A car happened to be leaving soon, and I took a seat by the window.The car started, and I watched it drowsily drive past rows of low-tide sandbars and into the woods.I get glimpses of the river now and then too, and I think how good those people in New London downriver must be.If the weather and Girard's boat were majestically advancing in the sparkling noonday sun, I wondered again what the old woman was up to this time, to send me a note before ten o'clock in the morning.What Girard became I became Dalton Amis "Oh, asbestos" Quentin fired one of the figures around him.Anyway, it's about girls.Women do have his voice always overpowering the breathless voice ③ sin always has an affinity ④, they believe that women are unreliable, and some men are too naive to protect themselves.They are ordinary girls.They are all distant relatives and family friends, as long as they deal with them, people with higher status seem to owe them some kind of relatives.And Mrs. Brant sat there and told us in front of their faces that Girard's face has all the characteristics of their family, and God's arrangement is really unreal, because men don't have to be too beautiful, not beautiful On the contrary, it is better, but if the girl's house is not beautiful, it will be over.She spoke in a tone of self-satisfied approval.Quentin fired at Herbert, his voice echoing across the floor of Katie's room. "Tell us about Girard's mistresses." I said to him one day when he was sixteen, it's a shame that mouth is on your face, it should be on a girl's face, Can you imagine the curtains in the dim light, with the scent of apple blossoms wafting in, her head leaning in the twilight, her two arms in her nightgown folded behind her head, the sound resounding Above the Garden of Eden.The bride's clothes are on the bed, she looks from the apple tree by her nose⑤What did he say?Only sixteen, remember that.Mom, he said, it's always like this. "At that time, Girard looked down at two or three girls through his eyelashes in a condescending posture. And the eyes of those girls kept flying towards his eyelashes like swallows. Shreve said he Always wondered "Will you take care of Benji and father⑥? " ① After avoiding the siren at noon, Quentin boarded the car turning back. ②I think of the scene where Xia himself fought with Dalton Wenmisi on the bridge in the past. ③I also remembered the scene of talking with Katie on the eve of Katie's wedding. ④Back to the present, thinking of how Mrs. Brant put on airs and put on an aristocratic air. ⑤ Quentin recalled a conversation he had with Katie in her bedroom on the eve of Katie's wedding. ⑥ It is still the conversation between Quentin and Katie. You'd better say no to Benji and Dad, when did you care for them, Katie! promise me! You don't have to worry about them, you've done well this time! Promise me, I'm not feeling well.You must agree, I don't know who invented this joke①.But he had always thought Mrs. Brant a well-kept woman.He said she was grooming Girard to seduce a duchess someday.She called Shreve "that fat little Canadian," and twice she moved my dorm room without consulting me, and once she asked me to move out, and another time he opened the door in the dim twilight.His face was like a pumpkin pie. ① This sentence continues the first half of the last line on the previous page "Shreve said he has been wondering". "Well, I'm going to be with you. Cruel fate may tear us apart, but I'll never love another. Never." "What are you talking nonsense about?" "I speak of that cruel Fate, who was wrapped in eight yards of apricot silk and wore pounds of metal jewelry heavier than the shackles of a slave at the oars of a Roman barge. Sole proprietor and proprietor of her precious son again, that wonderful great thinker of the former Confederate faction." Then Shreve told me how she went to the housemaster to have him throw him out of my quarters. room, and the housemaster showed a certain scumbag, insisting on consulting with Shreve himself first.Then she asked him to send someone to call Shreve immediately and inform Shreve on the spot, but the housemaster refused to do so, so she was not polite to Shreve afterwards. "I've always made it a point not to speak ill of women," said Shreve, "but this lady is the most shameless bitch in the United States and our Dominion." And now, her handwritten letter is Putting it on the table, it emits the color and fragrance of orchids.If she knew that I was almost passing under the window of my room and knew the letter was inside but not.Dear aunt, I have not had the honor to read the book of benefits so far, but I would like to ask for forgiveness in advance because it is late today or yesterday or tomorrow or any time.The other thing I remember is how Girard pushed his black servant down the stairs and the black begged to enroll him in the seminary so he could stay with his master, Master Girard up.And how the black person followed Master Girard's carriage with tears in his eyes all the way to the railway station.I'm going to wait until they tell the story of the sawmill husband, but the guy in the green turban came up to the kitchen door with a shotgun and Girard came down the stairs and snapped the gun in two Returned it to the bastard husband, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, and threw the handkerchief into the stove.I've only heard the story twice, and I just saw you come up here, so I came here when I got a chance, and I thought we might as well get acquainted for a cigar. ① Refers to the United States and Canada. ② Quentin is imagining himself writing a reply to Mrs. Brant. ③Thinking of the day I met Herbert Hyde (April 23, 1910).Quentin returned home in Herbert Hyde's car.Herbert found an opportunity to come to the study and have a private conversation with Quentin. Thanks I don't smoke! Don't you smoke? Harvard must have changed a lot since I left.You don't mind if I light the fire, do you? you're welcome. thanks.I've heard a lot about you, and I don't think your mother would mind if I threw this match behind the screen.What do you think, when Cadance was in Rick, he talked about you all day long, I was jealous, and I thought to myself who is this Quentin.I gotta see what the beast looks like, because when I see that chick, it's love at first sight, you know?I want to tell you that it doesn't matter, I never expected that the man she kept mentioning turned out to be her brother.If you were the only man in the world, she wouldn't mention it more often, let alone a husband.Do you really not want to smoke? I don't smoke. That being the case, I can't force it.But this kind of cigar tobacco is very good, and it costs twenty-five dollars for a hundred.This is still a wholesale price.There are acquaintances in Havana, yeah, I think there must have been a lot of changes in the school.I always make a wish and say that I must go and see it, but I can't find the time. For ten years, I have been struggling desperately.I couldn't live without the bank, and at school someone out of old habit did something that students would consider very disrespectful.do you understand? ①Tell me what's news from Harvard. ①Herbert Hyde guessed that Quentin knew about his bad deeds at Harvard (cheating in cards and exams), and hesitantly suggested that Quentin should not tell Mr. and Mrs. Compson. I'm not going to tell my father and mother, if that's what you want to say. Won't tell, won't tell, oh.That's what you said, isn't it, you know?I don't care if you say it or not, understand?It's bad enough that it happens, but it's not a criminal offense after all, and I'm not the first and I'm not the last, I'm just unlucky who does it, and you might be luckier than me. You are talking nonsense! There's no need to be furious, and I don't want you to say anything for me. If you don't want to say it, I don't mean to make things difficult for you.Of course, a young man like you naturally takes such things too seriously, but after five years you'll be thinking about fraud I don't know what else to think about it, and I'm sure I wouldn't have learned anything else at Harvard the opinion of. The dialogue between the two of us is really more exciting than a play, you must have joined the play club.You are right, there is indeed no need to tell the old man about the past, let's let it pass, ah.There is no reason for the two of us to quarrel over trivial matters. I like you.Quentin, I like you as soon as I see you, unlike those old people, I'm glad we hit it off like this.I promised your mother, Rajson.But I'd love to help you too.Jason, it's the same here as well.For a young hero like yourself, staying in this backwater ghost place is not going to make a name for yourself. Thank you for your absurd award, but you should focus your love on Jason alone, he is more to your taste than I am. I didn't do that well, and I regret it too.But I was a child then, and I grew up without a mother, unlike you who have such a good mother to teach you what is good behavior.It would break her heart in vain to let her know, yes, you're right there is no need.Of course Cadance is also included. I was talking about mother and father. Hey, I said you take a good look at me, how long do you think you can last if you fight with me. I don't have to last long, if you have also learned boxing in school, you can try to see how long I can last. You bloody little bastard, do you know what you're doing? You should try it. My goodness, cigars, what would your mother say if she found a blister on her mantelpiece.Fortunately, it was discovered early, I said Quentin, we are about to do something that both of us will regret in the future, I like you, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, I told myself whether he is Who, he must be a nice young man, otherwise, why would Cadence miss him so much.Look, I've been out in the world for ten years, and people don't take things so seriously anymore, and you'll find out for yourself, so let's get on the same page on this one.They're all old Harvard guys. I guess I really don't recognize my alma mater now. It's really the best place in the world for young people. I'm going to send my sons to Harvard in the future.Let them have better opportunities than me.Wait a minute, don't go, let's finish this matter first, it's good for a young man to have such moral principles.I'm all for it, it's good for him, doing it while he's at school builds his character, it's also necessary to keep the traditions of the school alive.But when he's in society, he's got to fight his way out, because he's going to find out that everybody does it, damn morals.Well, let's shake hands and be friends.Don't mention the past, for your mother, don't forget that she is not in good health.Come on, give me your hand.Look at this, like a nun who just came out of the convent, there is no stain at all, not even a wrinkle, take it. Who wants your stinky money. Don't do that, take it.I'm part of your family now, understand?I understand young people.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。 我早就知道了，把你的臭钱拿回去。 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。 你别碰我，你最好快把壁炉架上那支雪茄拿开。 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？ 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。 你先出去一会儿，赫伯特。我要跟昆丁谈一件事。 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。 走吧，赫伯特出去一会儿。 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。 唉，别来这一套了，等后天再说吧。 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。 Hello! Hello! 你又在忙什么啦？ 没什么？ 你又在插手管我的闲事了，去年夏天你还管得不够吗？ 凯蒂，你好象在发烧，你病了。你是怎么得病的？ ① 我病了就是了。我又不能求人。 他的声音直穿过。 别嫁给这个坏蛋凯蒂。 那条河有时越过种种阻碍物闪烁出微微的光芒，直向人们 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。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。 我病了你，一定得答应我。 病了吗？你怎么会病的？ 我就是病了，我又不能去求别人，你可得答应我你会照应的。 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 The car stopped.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 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。 鞋子踩到尘土里去。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的脸对我狞笑，它现在不见了。可是我病了。 Katie. 别碰我，只不过你要答应我。 如果你病了，你就更不能。 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。 我答应你，凯蒂，凯蒂。 你别碰我，你别碰我。 那东西究竟是什么模样，凯蒂。 what? 那个东西，那个透过人们对你狞笑的东西。 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。 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。热度我昨天摸到的就象火炉一样烫。 Do not touch me. 凯蒂你可不能结婚，你有病啊。那个流氓。 我非得嫁人不可。接着他们告诉我还得再把骨头弄断① 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，树冠上洒满了阳光。石头是凉荫荫的，你走近时可以感到凉气逼人，不过我们那儿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。 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？" "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。" ①昆丁想起小时候有一次从马上堕下摔断了腿的事。 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。