Chapter 10 February 6, 1910 (Tue) (1)

February 6, 1910 (Tue) (1) There is an alley in front of the road that diverges from the road. I entered the alley. After a while, I slowed down and changed from running to fast walking. On both sides of the alley were buildings with unpainted backs. There are more bright and dazzling clothes hanging on the clothesline, and the back wall of a barn has collapsed, rotting quietly among the lush fruit trees that have not been pruned for a long time, and the surrounding weeds make it breathless, With pink and white flowers, it looks very lively when the sun shines and the camping sounds of the bees are set off.I turned my head to look.There was no one in the alley.I slowed down even more, and my shadow paced slowly beside me, its head sliding through the weeds that obscured the fence.

The alley, which led to a barred gate, was lost in the grass, becoming a path flickering in the new growth.I climbed over the gate into a wooded yard, I crossed the yard to another wall, I followed the wall, and now my shadow was behind me, the wall was covered with vines and creepers. In my hometown, it should be honeysuckle.Comes and comes, especially in the rainy evenings, with the scent of honeysuckle mingled with everything, as if things weren't annoying enough without it.Why do you let him kiss you kiss you① I didn't let him kiss me, I just let him look at me and it drove him crazy.what do you think?My slap left a red mark on her face, like turning on an electric light under my hand, which immediately made her eyes sparkle.

I didn't hit you for kissing someone else.Fifteen-year-old girls eat with their elbows on the table, my father said.You swallow like a fishbone in your throat, what's the matter with you and Katie?You sit across from me at the table and don't look up at me.That's because you kissed a high-spirited brat in the city and I hit you. If you don't say it, you should say "cow rope"② now.My reddened slap leaves her cheek.What do you think, I pressed her head into the grass.The grass stalks criss-crossed into her flesh and made her feel stinging. I pressed her head into the grass.Say "cow rope", do you say it or not?

I didn't kiss a nasty girl like Natalie anyway, and the wall disappeared into the shadows, and then my shadow disappeared, and I tricked it again.I forgot that the river meanders along with the road.I climbed over that wall.Unexpectedly, she was watching me jump down, and the long bread was still hugging her chest. I stood in the grass, and the two of us looked at each other face to face for a while. ①I also remembered the kiss between Katie and a boy when she was a child. ②In the southern United States, when boys bully girls, they like to grab their braids and ask them to beg for mercy, and they will not let go until they admit that their braids are "cow rope".

③The girl next door to the Compson family. "Why didn't you tell me you live here, little sister?" The newspaper that wrapped the bread was getting more and more torn, and it needed another one. "Okay, then come over and show me your home." No kissing a nasty girl like Natalie.It was raining We could hear voices on the roof, and the voices carried like sighs throughout the tall sweet space of the barn. here?touch her. Not here. here?It wasn't raining very hard, but we couldn't hear anything except the rain on the roof.As if it was the pulsation of my blood and hers.

She pushed me off the ladder and ran away, and Katie ran away. Does it hurt here?Was it here when Katie ran away? She walked close to my elbow, with patent-leather black hair, and a long bread wrapped in newspaper that was getting torn. If you don't get home soon, the paper that wraps the bread will all be torn.Your mother should tell you!I dare say I can pick you up. You can't hold me, I'm too heavy. Is Katie really gone?Did she come into our house?You can't see the barn from our house, have you tried seeing the barn from our house. That was her bad, she pushed me away and she ran.

I can pick you up, you see I can. Oh, her blood is still my blood.Oh, we walked on the thin dust, on the thin dust where the beams of light slanted down from the bushes, our steps were like rubber, making almost no sound.Again I could feel the swift and silent flow of the river in hidden shadows. "Your home is so far away, isn't it? You're so smart that you can go to the town alone to buy bread at this distance." It's like sitting and dancing. Do you sit and dance?We could hear the rain, and a mouse was walking about in the little barn, and there were no horses in the empty stables.How did you hug the dancer? Is it so huggable?

①From Katie talking back to him, I thought of another scene where he and Natalie played "sit down and dance". Oh. I've been hugging like this all the time, you think I'm not strong enough, don't you? Oh oh oh oh I've been hugging for so long, I mean, did you hear what I just said?I'm talking about... Oh oh oh oh The road continued to stretch forward, silent and empty, and the sun was getting more and more slanted.Her two little, stiff braids were tied at the ends with little crimson cloth.The corner of the wrapping paper tapped lightly as she walked, exposing the tip of the loaf.I stopped.

"Hey, I said. Do you really live here? We've walked almost a mile and there's not a single house." She looked at me with dark eyes that were secretive and friendly. "Where do you live, little sister? Don't you live in town?" Somewhere in the woods a bird was calling, beyond the intermittent, infrequent slant of sunlight. "Your father is going to worry about you. If you don't go home immediately after buying the bread, your father should whip you, right?" The bird crowed again, still nowhere to be seen, only a deep, meaningless sound, with no change in pitch, which stopped suddenly, as if cut with a knife, and then crowed again. Get up, and the feeling of the river flowing swiftly and silently in a hidden place reappears, neither seen nor heard, but felt.

"Oh, damn it, little sister." About half of the bread-wrapped newspaper had hung down wearily. "This piece of paper is useless now." I tore it off and threw it by the side of the road. "Come on, we have to go back to town. Let's walk back to the river this time." We got off that road.Among the moss grow little pale flowers, and a sense of the unheard and unseen water.I've been hugged like this all the time I mean I've been hugged like this all the time.She stood in the doorway and watched us with her hands on the back of my waist.You pushed me, that's because you didn't make me hurt so much

We were sitting and dancing, and I bet Katie couldn't be sitting and dancing. don't do this don't do this. I'm just trying to brush the turf crumbs off the back of your clothes. Get off your nasty dirty hands, don't touch me, it's all your fault, you pushed me to the ground, I hate you to death. I didn't care that she was watching and we still walked off in a huff. We started hearing yelling and splashing; I saw a tan figure glint in the sun for a moment. Still pissed off.My shirt started to get wet and so did my hair.The rain was falling across the roof, and now there was a sound of rain on the roof, and I saw Natalie walking across the garden in the rain.The whole body is wet.I'm afraid you'll get pneumonia, so you go home, brat.I tried my best to jump into the puddle where the pig was rolling, the yellow mud soup was up to my waist, and I kept jumping around until I fell down and rolled around in it" Hear them swimming in the river Sister? I'd love to go swimming, too." If I had time—and when I did I'd hear my watch ticking again.The mud soup was warmer than rainwater but stinky.She turned her back to me and I walked around in front of her.Do you know what I was doing just now?She turned around and I went around in front of her. The rain seeped into the mud, seeped into her dress and made her vest stick tightly to her body, making it stink.I just hugged her ① that's all I did.She turned around and I went around in front of her again.I just gave her a hug, I tell you. ①The "she" here refers to Natalie, and the "she" in the front and back refers to Katie. I don't care, what did you just do? You don't care you don't care, I want you to care.She pushed my hands away, and I smeared the mud on her body with one hand, and she slapped me with her wet face, but I didn't feel it.I scraped the mud from the pant leg and applied it to her wet and stiff turning body. I heard the sound of her fingers scratching my face, but I didn't feel it.Although my lips licked the rain, it started to feel sweet.Those in the water saw us first, those with their heads and shoulders above the water.They yelled, and one of the squatting figures straightened up and jumped among them.They looked like beavers, with the water lapping on their chins, and they cried: "Take the little girl away! What are you doing with the girl? Go away go away!" "She won't hurt you. We just want to watch for a while." They squat in the water.Their heads huddled together to watch us, then they spread out and charged at us, scooping up water with their hands and splashing us.We quickly escaped. "Be careful, children, she won't hurt you." "Go away, Harvard student!" It was the second boy, the one who wanted the horse and buggy on the bridge. "Splash 'em, guys!" "Let's go ashore and throw them in the water," said another child. "I'm not afraid of girls!" "Splash! Splash!" They rushed towards us while splashing water.We step back. "Go away!" they shouted, "Go away!" We walk away.They squatted close to the bank, their slippery heads lined up in the bright water.Let's move on. "That's not where we're going, is it?" The sunlight filtered through the leaves and hit the spots of moss, flatter and lower. "Poor child, who told you that you are a girl." There were some small flowers growing among the moss. I had never seen such a small flower. "Who told you to be a girl, poor child." There is a path along the river, winding forward.At this point, the river became calm again, black, quiet, and flowing very fast. "Who told you to be a girl, poor little sister." We lay panting on the wet grass and the rain hit my back like cold bullets.Do you still care now? My goodness, we're as dirty as mud monkeys.get up quickly.The raindrops hit my forehead, and I felt stinging wherever it hit. My hands were stained with red blood, and the rain showed streaks of pink.Are you in pain? ① Of course it hurts, what do you think will happen? I just wanted to gouge your eyeballs out, oh my gosh.We must stink so badly, let's go wash in the creek." Here we go again, little sister. You've got to go home now. I've got to go back to school too. You see It's getting late. You should go home now, shouldn't you?" But she just looked at me with her dark, secretive, friendly eyes, and the half-exposed loaf was still hugging tightly. chest. "The bread is wet. I thought we jumped out of the water in time." I took out my handkerchief and tried to dry the bread, but the crust fell off when I wiped it, so I didn't. "Just let it do its thing. You hold it like this." She did as I taught her to.Now the loaf looked as though it had been eaten by a mouse.So the water rose little by little along the back of the ditch squatting in the ditch. The layer of peeled mud gave off a foul smell, and the raindrops pattered on the skin, showing small pits like grease on a hot stove.I told you I'd make you care. I don't care what you do. Then we heard the sound of running, and we stopped and turned our heads and saw the man running down the path towards us, the flat tree shadows sliding across his lap. ①His face was bleeding from Katie's scratch, so Katie asked him this way. "He's in a hurry. We're still—" Then I saw another man, an elderly man, plodding along with a stick in his hand, and a shirtless The boy followed, pulling up his trousers as he ran. "That's Giulio," the little girl began, before she finished speaking, a man rushed towards me, and I could see that he had an Italian face and Italian eyes.We fell to the ground together.He beat my face hard with both hands, cursing in his mouth, as if he wanted to bite me a few times to relieve his hatred.At this time, people dragged him away and pulled him tightly. His chest heaved and heaved, his fists waved, and he shouted and screamed. They grabbed his arm, and he tried to kick me. People had to Drag him back again.The little girl burst into tears, and put her arms around the loaf.The bare-backed boy was hopping forward, grabbing his trousers.At this time, someone helped me up, and as I got up, I saw another boy, a naked boy, running towards us around the quiet bend of the path, halfway through the run, suddenly changed direction, jumped into the The bushes, and several clothes that were as hard as boards also flew into the bushes after him.Julio is still struggling.The man who helped me up said, "Oh, all right. We've got you." He had no coat on, just a suit vest.Pinned to it was a metal badge①.In his other hand he held a gnarled, smooth stick. "You're Anse, right?" I said. "I've been looking for you everywhere. What's the matter?" "I warn you, everything you say will be used against you in court," he said. "You are under arrest." "I'm going to kill him," said Julio.He is still struggling.Two men grabbed him.The little girl kept howling, while still hugging the bread. "You kidnapped my sister," said Julio. "Gentlemen, let's go." ①This is the sign of the sheriff of the town. "Abduct his sister?" I said. "What, I've been—" "Stop it," Anse said. "You have something to say before the judge." "Abduct his sister?" I said.Giulio broke away from the two men and came at me again, but the sheriff held him back, and there was a tussle between the two, until the two men wrestled his arms again.Anse let go of him, panting. "You bastard foreigner," he said, "I really want to lock you up too, you're guilty of bodily harm." He turned to me again. "Would you like to go on your own, or do you want me to handcuff you?" "I'll just go with you," I said. "Anything, as long as I can find someone—to figure out—what's taking his sister," I said, "taking his sister—" "I warned you," Anse said, "he's going to charge you with the crime of deliberately raping a young girl. Hey, who, can you tell that girl to stop arguing?" "Oh, that's it," I said.At this moment, I couldn't help laughing out loud.Two more boys with hair wet and sticky to their heads like plaster, and bulging eyes emerged from the bushes, buttoning their shirts, which were wet and stuck to their shoulders and arms.I tried to stop laughing, but I couldn't. "Look at him, Anse, I think he's crazy." "I've got to stop-stop," I said, "I'll be all right in a-a-minute. I couldn't stop saying a-ah-ah," I said, still Laughing. "Let me sit for a while." I sat, and they watched me, and the tear-stained little girl with what looked like a gnawed piece of bread in her arms, while the river flowed swiftly and silently below the path with.After a while, I don't want to laugh anymore.But my throat didn't listen to my order, and I just kept laughing, just like my stomach has been completely vomited, but I'm still retching. "Hey, all right," Anse said. "Hold on." "Okay," I said, choking my throat.There is a yellow butterfly flying in the sky, like a small piece of sunlight has escaped.After a while, I didn't have to hold my breath so hard anymore.I stand up. "I'm ready. Which way?" We went down the path, the two watching Giulio, the little girl and the boys following us.The path follows the river all the way to the bridge.We crossed the bridge, crossed the railway tracks, people came to the door to see us, more and more boys got out of nowhere, and when we turned into the street, there was already a mighty procession.There was a car parked in front of the pharmacy, a rather big sedan. Before I could recognize who was in the car, I heard Mrs. Brant shout: "Hey, isn't that Quentin! Quentin Compson!" Then I saw Girard and Spotter sitting in the back seat with his head on the back of the seat.And Shreve.I don't recognize those two girls. "Quentin Compson!" cried Mrs. Brant. "Good afternoon," I said, raising my hat. "I'm under arrest. I'm sorry I didn't see your note. Did Shreve tell you?" "Arrested?" Shreve said. "Sorry," he said.He straightened himself up vigorously, stepped over the legs of those people, and got out of the car.The flannel trousers he was wearing were mine and they were as tight as gloves.I can't even remember that I still have these trousers, just as I can't remember how heavy Mrs. Brant's chin is.The prettiest girl was also in the front seat with Girard.The girls looked at me through the veils with delicate, frightened expressions. "Who's under arrest?" Shreve said. "What's the matter, sir?" "Girard," said Mrs. Brant, "you send these people away. Quentin, you get in the car." Girard got out of the car.Spot didn't move. "What crime did he commit, sir?" he said. "Did you rob the chicken coop?" "I warn you," said Anse, "do you know this prisoner?" "So what," Shreve said. "I tell you--" "Then you go to the judge too. You're obstructing justice. Come on." He pushed me on the shoulder. "Goodbye, then," I said. "I'm so excited to see you all. I'm sorry not to be with you. "You do something, Girard," said Mrs. Brant. "Listen, Patrolman," Girard said. "I warn you, you are interfering with a police officer enforcing the law," Anse said. "If you have something to say, you can go to the judge and show that you know the prisoner." We walked forward.Now our team is getting bigger and bigger, led by Ann and me.I heard people behind me telling them what was going on, and Spoor asked some questions, and Giulio spoke passionately in Italian again. I turned around and saw the little girl standing by the curb, using her The friendly, mysterious eyes looked at me. "Go home," Julio called to her, "and see if I don't beat you up." We walked along the street for a while, and turned onto a lawn, where a white-edged brick one-story house stood farther from the street.We came to the door on the stone-paved path, and Anse gestured for everyone to stay outside, and only a few of us were allowed in.We entered a bare room that smelled of overnight cigarette smoke.There is a tin stove in the middle of the wooden lattice, and the surrounding ground is covered with sand.Pinned to the wall was a yellowed map, a dilapidated plan of the town.Behind a scarred and over-stuffed desk sits a man with tousled iron-gray hair, peering at us through steel-rimmed glasses. "Got him, eh, Anse?" he said. "Got it, Judge." The judge opened a large, dusty book, drew it to him, and dipped a dirty fountain pen into an inkwell, which contained more coal than ink. "Wait a minute, sir," Shreve said. "What's the prisoner's name," the judge asked.I told him.He wrote slowly on the notebook, and the broken pen deliberately made a nerve-tormenting sound. "Wait a minute, sir," said Shreve, "we know this man. We—" "Observe court order," Anse said. "Come on, man," Spot said, "let him play by his rules. That's what he's going to do anyway." "Age," said the judge.I told him.He wrote it down in his notebook, his mouth moving while writing. "Occupation." I told him. "Harvard student, eh?" he said.He raised his eyes to look at me and bent his neck down a little so he could peek at me over his glasses.His eyes were clear and cold, like those of a goat. "What are you doing here, are you abducting a child?" "They're crazy, Judge," said Shreve, "if the lad is going to kidnap—" Julio jumped up. "Crazy?" he said. "Didn't I catch him on the spot, eh? I saw—" "You're talking nonsense," Shreve said. "You didn't even—" "Quiet, quiet," Anse yelled, raising his voice. "You all shut up," the judge said. "Anse, if they quarrel again, throw them out." Everyone fell silent.The judge looked first at Shreve, then at Sport, then at Gillard. "Do you know this young man?" he asked Spot. "Yes, Mr. Judge," Spot said. "He's just a country boy who goes to Harvard.He is a man of his duty.I think the Sheriff will see that there is a misunderstanding here.His father was a Congregational pastor. " "Well," said the judge. "What the hell were you doing? I told him, and he looked at me with those cold gray eyes. "Well, Anse? " "Maybe that's what happened," Anse said. "Those foreigners don't know what to say." "I'm American," Giulio said, "and I have a passport." "Where is the little girl?" "He sent her home," Anse said. "Did she panic or something?" "She didn't panic until Giulio jumped on top of the prisoner. They were walking along the river path towards town. Some boys who were swimming in the river told us which way they were going." "There's a misunderstanding here, Judge," Spot said. "Children and dogs are like that. They like him when they see him. There's nothing he can do about it." "Yeah," the judge snorted.He looked out of the window for a while.We all stared at him.I can still hear Julio tickling.The judge averted his gaze. "The little girl didn't suffer any damage, are you satisfied with that? Hey, I'm asking you!" "No damage at all," said Giulio sullenly. "You left what you were doing to go to her, didn't you?" "Of course. I came running. I ran as hard as I could. I searched here and there, and at last someone told me I saw this man giving my sister something to eat. She followed him." "Well," said the judge. "Well, lad, I think you'll have to pay Julio some damages for delaying his work." "Okay, sir," I said. "How much will you lose?" "One dollar will do, I see." I gave Julio a dollar. "Well," said Spotter, "if that's the end of the matter—I suppose he can be released, Mr. Judge?" The judge didn't look at him at all. "How far did you run to find him, Anse?" "At least two miles. It took us almost two hours to find him." "Yeah," said the judge.He pondered for a moment.We stare at him, at his straight hair, at the glasses that sit low on the bridge of his nose.The yellow shadow cast from the window frame moved across the floor bit by bit, reached the heel of the wall, and climbed up.The fine dust swirls, forming slanting beams of light. "Six dollars." "Six dollars?" Shreve said. "What are you doing?" "Six dollars," said the judge.He stared at Shreve for a moment, then rested his eyes on me. "Wait a minute," Shreve said. "Stop rambling," Spot said. "Give him the money, boy, and go away. The ladies are still waiting for us. Have you got six dollars?" "Yes," I said.I gave him six dollars. "The trial is over," he said. "Ask him for a receipt," Shreve said. "You should get a receipt when you pay." The judge looked at Shreve impassively. "The trial is over," he said, without raising his voice. "It's just outrageous—" Shreve said. "Let's go," Spot said, pulling his arm. "Goodbye, Judge. Thank you." We had just stepped out the door when Julio yelled again, viciously.After a while it stopped again.Spot looked at me, his brown eyes derisive and a little cold. "Oh, boy, I reckon you'll have to go chasing girls in Boston from now on." "You big fool," said Shreve, "what the hell do you mean you're running around here with the Italians?" "Come on," Spot said, "they must be getting impatient." Mrs. Brant, who was talking to the two ladies, Miss Holmes and Miss Danjfield, stopped listening to her as soon as I came, and went on with that squeamish fright and curiosity. They looked at me with eyes, their veils turned up on their little white noses, and mysterious eyes flashed like shooting stars under the veils. "Quentin Compson," said Mrs. Brant, "what's your mother going to say? It's no wonder young men get into trouble, but it's too hard to be caught by a country patrolman walking around." What's wrong with him they say he's done, Girard?" "Nothing," Girard said. "Bullshit. What the hell, you say, Spot." "He tried to abduct that filthy little girl, but they got there in time to catch him," Spot said. "What nonsense," said Mrs. Brant, but her tone softened somehow.She looked at me for a while, and the two girls inhaled softly in unison. "That's a shame," said Mrs. Brant hastily. "These ignorant low-class northerners are not going to do anything good. Get in the car, Quentin." Shreve and I sat on two small folding seats.Girard cranked the engine, climbed in, and we drove off. "Well, Quentin, you tell me all about this folly," said Mrs. Brant.I told them.Shreve cringed, angry in his little seat, and Spotter leaned back again, huddling beside Miss Danjfield. "Funny, Quentin has been fooling us for a long time," Spot said. "For a long time, we all thought that he was a model young man, a man who could take care of his wife and children. It wasn't until today when he was caught by the police that he did such a heinous thing, that we suddenly realized it." "Shut up, Spot," said Mrs. Brant.We drove down the street, across the bridge, past the house with the red coat hanging from the window. "That's what you get when you don't read my note. Why don't you get it? Mr. Mackenzie said he told you it was in the room." ① That is Shreve, Mackenzie is his surname. "Yes, ma'am. I meant to get it, but I never had a chance to go back." "I don't know how long I would have sat there in the car if it hadn't been for Mr. MacKenzie. He told us you hadn't gone back, and there was a seat vacant, so we invited him to join us. But we were very happy." You're welcome, Mr. Love Kenzie." Shreve said nothing, folded his arms, and stared forward over Girard's peaked cap.This kind of hat, according to Mrs. Brant, is what the British wear when they drive a car.After we passed that house, we passed three more, and came to a courtyard, where the little girl was standing at the gate.She has no bread in her hands now, and her face is streaked with coal dust.I waved to her, but she ignored me, just turned her head slowly, following our car with her unblinking eyes.Then we drove in front of a wall and our shadows slid across it, and after a while we drove past a torn newspaper that had been left on the side of the road, and I couldn't help laughing again.I felt it in my throat, and I looked out the car window into the woods, the afternoon sun slanting on the trees, and I thought about what I had experienced this afternoon, about the bird and those swimmers. boy.But I still can't help laughing.Then I knew that if I suppressed myself too much, I would cry, and I remembered thinking: I can't be a boy anymore, because there are so many girls walking around in the shadows, with soft warbling voices. The language is talking quietly, they stay in the dark, the sound comes out, the fragrance comes out, you can't see their star eyes but you can feel their eyes shooting at you, but if things are so easy to do, it's not worth it It's the same thing.If that doesn't matter what am I and then Mrs. Brant said, "Quentin, what's the matter with you? Is he ill, Mr. Mackenzie?" A hand slapped my knee, and Spot spoke, and I couldn't help myself from laughing. "Mr Mackenzie, if that basket gets in his way, please get under your feet. I have brought a basket of wine, as I think young gentlemen ought to drink, although my father, Girard's Grandpa "Have you ever done such a thing ① Have you ever done such a thing.In the haze, there is only a very faint, very faint light. "When young people get their hands on alcohol, they drink it," Spot said. "Really, Shreve?" Her face was on her knees looking up to the sky, the scent of honeysuckle on her face and neck "Beer, too," Shreve said.His hand patted my knee again.I moved my knee again.Like a thin layer of lilac paint. "You're not much of a gentleman," Spot said, letting him hang between us until she could be made out in the dark. "Yes. I'm Canadian," Shreve said.Talking about his oars following him in the blink of an eye, the kind of hat that the British wear when they drive a car, and it keeps going down all the way.These two people merged into one and it is impossible to tell them apart ② He has been a soldier and killed people. "I like Canada very much," Miss Danjfield said. "I think the place is beautiful." ①Reminiscent of the scene of his conversation with Katie the night Katie lost her virginity, the following paragraphs are the interweaving of the dialogues of several people in the car and the memories in his mind. ② Quentin subconsciously confuses Girard with Katie's lover Dalton Amis here. "Have you ever drank perfume?" Spot said. He could lift her up on his shoulder with one hand and run with her. "No," Shreve said.The beast ran, two backs folded, she ran blurred in the shadow of the blinking oars.That Uporius pig was running and mating how many Katie had in the meantime. "Neither have I," Spot said.I don't know anyway, a lot of things I have in mind are really scary things.Father I have sinned. ②Have you ever done such a thing?We didn't we didn't do we did? "And Girard's grandfather used to pick mint himself before breakfast, when the leaves were still wet with dew. He wouldn't even let old Wilkie touch that mint, remember, Girard? He He always picks his own mint whiskey and mixes it himself. He can be picky about mixing wine, like an old lady, he memorized a recipe, and everything is required according to this recipe. He only told the recipe For one, it's "We've done it, how could you not know it?If you have the patience to listen, let me tell you what it was, it was a crime, we committed a terrible crime.It cannot be concealed, you think you can, but listen to me, poor Quentin!You never did it at all, did you, and I'm going to tell you what it is, and I'm going to tell my father, so it becomes a fact.Because you love your father, so the only way we can go is to leave. ④ Surrounded by piercing, fearful and holy flames.I'll make you admit we did it, I'm stronger than you, I'll make you say we did it, you used to think they did it, but it's me, listen I've been lying to you I you thought I was in the house ①A god in ancient Greek mythology, the manager of the underworld, who often appears in the image of a pig herder. ② Quentin insisted on admitting to his father that he had made a big mistake of incest. ③The black servant of Girard's grandfather's house. ④ Quentin tried to use this method to "dissociate" himself and Katie from this world.He didn't want Katie to have anything to do with other men. There's that damned scent of honeysuckle, try not to think about that swing, that cedar, that mysterious ups and downs, that mingled breath sucking wild breath, that yes yes yes yes of. "He never drank himself, but he always said that a basket of wine, which book did you read last time, is in Girard's boating suit, and is a must-have for every gentleman's picnic?" Did you love them then.Katie, did you love them then?I died when they touched me. She stood there for a moment, and in a moment he was yelling and tugging at her dress.They went into the foyer and up the stairs together, yelling and pushing her up the stairs, and stopped at the door of the bathroom, with her back against the door and one arm covering her face, and he was yelling to push her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，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地方。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。 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。 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。 "班吉还在哭吗？" "我不知道，是的我不知道。" 可怜的班吉。 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。 你别再泡在水里了，你疯了吗？ 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。 快上来吧。 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。 你为什么不把衣服拧拧干，你想着凉不成。 correct. 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。