Chapter 11 February 6, 1910 (Tue) (2)

February 6, 1910 (Tue) (2) He has sailed all the oceans and circumnavigated the world. ① So she started talking about him.Hands clasped on her wet knees, in the gray light.She turned her face up, and the scent of winter came again.There was light in Mother's room, and there was T. P．Waiting for him to go to bed. Do you love him? ①The "he" here refers to Dalton Ames.It is related to this sentence that "he served as a soldier and killed people before".Dalton Amis wanted to be a Navy ex-serviceman. Her hand reached out, I didn't move, the hand groped down my arm, it grabbed my hand and pressed it flat against her chest, her heart was pounding.

no no. He must have forced you.Then he forced you to submit to his mercy.He is stronger than you, so tomorrow...I will kill him, I swear I will do it tomorrow, don't tell my father, let him know afterward.After this, you and I will not tell anyone else.We can take my tuition and we can give up my enrollment, Katie you hate him, don't you. She pressed my hand to her chest, her heart was pounding, and I turned around and grabbed her arm. Katie, you hate him, don't you? She pushed my hand up little by little until it reached her throat, where her heart was beating like a drum. Poor Quentin.

Her face was looking up at the sky, the sky was so low that all the smells and sounds in the night seemed to be squeezed together and unable to escape.Like being in a sagging tent, especially the scent of honeysuckle, which got into my breath and was like paint on her face and throat.Her blood was pulsating under my hand, and the weight of my body was supported by the other hand.The hand convulsed and convulsed, and I had to breathe hard to force the air into my lungs.All around was the overwhelming gray scent of honeysuckle. Yes, I hate him.I would rather die for him, I have already died for him.Every time something like this happens, I die for him over and over again.

I raised my hand, and I could still feel the twigs and grass stalks that were pressing down on my palm just now, which hurt me so much. Poor Quentin. She leaned back with the weight of her body on her elbows, her hands still clasping her knees. You haven't done anything like that have you? What?What have you done? That's what I did. Did it many times, with many girls. Then I started to cry, and her hands touched me again, and I cried on her wet breast.Then she lay back, her eyes over the top of my head, and looking up into the sky I could see a white fringe under the irises of her eyes, and I opened my knife.

Do you remember the day Big Muddy died, you sat in the water and wet your underpants. Remember. I put the tip of the knife to her throat. It won't take a second, just a second, and then I can stab myself and stab myself.Then... That's fine, can you stab yourself? Okay, the blade is long enough, Benji is sleeping on the bed now. Yes. It won't take a second, and I'll try not to hurt you. OK can you close your eyes No, that's fine, you have to poke hard. You can touch it with your hand. But she didn't move, her eyes were wide open, looking up at the sky over my head.

Katie, do you remember the fuss Dilsey made because you got muddy water on your underpants? do not Cry. I'm not crying, Katie. You poke, you poke. Do you want me to poke? Yes you poke it. You can touch it with your hand. Don't cry, poor Quentin. But, I couldn't stop crying.She held my head against her wet, firm chest, and I could hear her heart beating steadily and slowly now, not pounding.The water gurgled in the darkness among the willows, and the scent of honeysuckle rose in waves into the air.My arms and shoulders twisted beneath me. How is this going?what are you doing?

Her muscles hardened and I sat up. Looking for my knife, I dropped it. She also sat up. what time is it I have no idea. She stood up, and I was still groping on the ground. I'm leaving, let it go. I felt her standing there, and I smelled her wet clothes, so I knew she was there. It's near here, not too far away. Let it go, you can still look for it tomorrow.let's go. Wait a minute, I must find it. Are you afraid of... I found it. It turned out that the knife had been here all along. Yeah?then let's go. I got up and followed her, and we walked up the hill.Before we got to the cricket, we fell silent.

It's funny how you can drop things while sitting there and have to go to such lengths to find them. A piece of gray, that is gray with dewdrops leading slantingly to the gray sky and then to the distant woods. It's disgusting, this honeysuckle scent I wish I didn't have. Didn't you like it before? We went over the top of the hill and continued into the woods, and she bumped into me, and she moved a little further.The ditch was like a black scar in the gray grass.She bumped into me again, she looked, and I stepped back a little more.We came to the ditch. Let's go here.

What are you doing? See if you can still see Nan Yin's bones.I haven't thought of coming to see it for a long time, have you thought of it? The ditch was covered with vines and brambles and was very dark. It was here at the beginning, but now I don't know if I can find it or not. Don't be like that Quentin. bring it on. The ditch became narrower and narrower and she turned and walked towards the woods. Don't be like that Quentin. Katie. I went around in front of her again. Katie. do not do that. I hugged her. ①Compson's dog fell into a ditch, was injured, and was shot and killed by Roskus.

I am stronger than you. He was motionless, stiff and did not blink but did not move. I don't fight with you, but don't you, you better not. Katie, come on Katie. What good will come of this, don't you see?No, you let me go. The honeysuckle-scented drizzle was falling steadily and I could hear the crickets circle around us and watch us.She stepped back and walked around me towards the woods. You go all the way back to the house, you don't have to follow me. I still keep going. Why don't you keep walking back to the house? This damn honeysuckle scent. We came to the fence and she slipped through and I slipped through, and when I straightened up from my cat-slumped position, he was coming out of the woods, into the gray light, toward us.The tall and straight body seemed to be motionless, and she walked towards him as if she was still motionless even though he was walking over.

This is Quentin, I'm all wet, if you don't want to, you don't have to come, their figures are combined into one, her head is raised, against the sky, it seems to be taller than his two heads. You don't have to come if you don't want to. Then the two heads parted, and there was only a smell of rain in the darkness, a gray smell of wet grass and leaves, light falling like drizzle, and the scent of honeysuckle like waves of damp air The position is coming.I vaguely saw her pale face, nestling on his shoulder.He put one arm around her, as if she were not much bigger than a baby, and held out his other hand. ① Refers to Dalton Ames. Nice to meet you. We shook hands and we stood there, her figure two shadows taller than his and becoming one. What are you going to do, Quentin? After a short walk, I think I'll go through the woods to the road and come back through the town. I turned and walked away. Goodbye. Quentin. I stopped. What's your business. In the woods the tree frogs were croaking, and there was a smell of rain in the air.Their cry is like that of an octagon that is hard to twist. come here. What's your business? Come here Quentin. I walked back and she touched my shoulder.Her figure came toward me, her indistinct gray face leaving his tall figure.I took a step back. Be careful. you go home. I'm not sleepy. I want to take a walk. Wait for me on the other side of the small river ditch. I'm going for a walk. I'll be here in a while, you have to wait for me, you wait for me. ① A frog that lives in bushes and trees. No, I'm going through the woods. I walked away without looking back, and the tree frogs ignored me at all.The gray light permeates the space like the moss on the tree emits water.But it was just drizzle and not rain, and after a while I turned around and walked to the edge of the woods, where I started to smell the honeysuckle again.I could see the light on the big nail on the courthouse penthouse and the dim light of the lights in the town square against the sky.I could still see the row of dark weeping willows by the creek and the light in Mother's room, which was still on in Benji's room.I bent over the fence and trotted across the pasture.I ran in the gray grass, surrounded by crickets, the scent of honeysuckle growing stronger, and the smell of water.Then I saw the glint of water, also the color of honeysuckle.I lay down on the bank with my face pressed to the earth so as not to smell the honeysuckle.I can't smell it now, and I lay there feeling the mud seep into my clothes, and I listened to the gurgling water, and after a while, I wasn't breathing so hard, and I lay there thinking, what if my face didn't I can breathe easier if I move, so I can't smell that smell.Then I didn't think about anything, my mind was blank, and I hadn't moved since she stopped walking along the bank. It's late, you go home. What? You go home, it's getting late. Ok. Her clothes rustled, and I remained motionless.Her clothes stopped ringing. If you don't listen to me, go into the house. I heard nothing. Katie. Well, I'll go inside, if you want me to. I sat up and she was sitting on the ground with her arms around her knees. Come in, and listen to me. Well, I'll do whatever you want me to do.Anything goes, all right. She didn't even look at me, I grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her vigorously. shut up. I shake her. You shut up, you shut up. Ok. She looked up, and then I saw that she wasn't even looking at me, I could see the whites of her eyes. stand up. I pulled her, she was weak and I pulled her to stand up. now you go. Was Benji still crying when you came out? let's go. We crossed the creek and saw the roof of the house and then the windows upstairs. He is asleep now. I had to stop and bolt the courtyard door, and she walked on in the gray light.There was a smell of rain in the air, but the rain was not falling yet, and the scent of the honeysuckle began to come through the garden fence and began to come and she went into the shadows, and I could hear her footsteps now. Katie. I stopped at the foot of the steps, I couldn't hear her footsteps anymore. Katie. Then I heard her footsteps again, and I reached out to touch her, not warm but not cold either.Her clothes were still a little wet. do you love him now She was holding her breath and even breathing was extremely slow, as if she was far away. Katie do you love him now? I have no idea. The shadows of everything outside the gray light are like dead cats and dogs in a pool of stagnant water. I really hope you die. Do you wish so?You can't get in the house now. Are you still thinking about him now? I have no idea. Tell me, what are you thinking right now?tell me. Come on, Quentin. You shut up, do you hear me?You shut up, do you shut up or not. Well, I'll just keep quiet, we're going to wake everyone up. I'm going to kill you, you hear me. Let's go up to the swing, where they'll hear you. I didn't call you again, did you say I called? No, shut up, we're gonna wake up Benji. You go into the house, you go in now. I want to go into the house, so don't shout.I'm a bad girl anyway, you can't stop me. There's a curse hanging over us, and it's not our fault, is it our fault? Shh, come on, go to sleep. You can't make me sleep, there's a curse hanging over our heads. I saw him at last, he had just walked into the barber shop.He looked out of the store door. ①The "he" here is Dalton Amis.Quentin saw him at the barber shop a few days after what had just happened. I went up and waited for a moment. I have been looking for you for two or three days. Did you want to find me a long time ago? I want to talk to you. He quickly rolled a cigarette in three or two strokes and lit a match with a twist of his thumb. This is not a place to talk, is it somewhere I went to see you. I'll go to your room, don't you live in a hotel? No, it doesn't fit there, you know that bridge over the creek?Right behind that or something. I know, all right. One o'clock will do. I turned and left. Bother you. I stopped and looked back. How is she? His appearance seemed to be cast in bronze. Does she need to talk to me now? I will wait for you there at one o'clock. She heard me tell T. P．At one o'clock, I saddled the "Prince". She kept looking at me, and she ran over when she couldn't eat. What do you want to do? Nothing, I want to go out for a walk, can't I? What are you going to do? It's none of your business, whore, you whore. T.P. led the "master" to the door of the side door. I don't want to ride it anymore, I want to walk. I walked down the driveway in the yard, out the gate and into the alley.Then I started to run and before I got to the bridge I saw him leaning against the railing and his horse was tied up in the woods and he turned his head to look and then turned around too but waited until I came to the bridge He stopped before he looked up. He was holding a piece of bark in his hand, from which he broke off small pieces and threw them into the water outside the bridge railing. I'm here to tell you that you must get out of this town. He deliberately and slowly broke off a piece of bark, and slowly threw it into the river to watch it float away on the water. I said you had to get out of this town. He looked at me. Did she send you to say this? I said you must go, not my father or anybody but me. Listen, let's not talk about this, I want to know if she is okay, is there someone in the family who has trouble with her? This kind of thing is not for you to worry about. Then I heard myself say I told you to get out of town before sundown today. He broke off a piece of bark and threw it into the water, then put the large piece of bark on the bridge rail, rolled a cigarette with two quick movements of his, twisted the match and let it spin and fall over the rail. What are you going to do if I don't go. I'm going to kill you, don't think I'm thin and small like a child compared to you. The smoke split into two strands and sprayed out from his nostrils and floated in front of him. How old are you? I started to tremble, and my hands were pressed against the railing. I thought if I hid my hands behind my back, he would figure out what it was for? I ask you to leave tonight. Listen boy, what's your name?Benji is that fool, isn't it so you? Quentin. This sentence slipped out of my mouth naturally, but I didn't want to tell him at all. I limit you until the sun goes down. Quentin. He flicked the ash on the bridge railing slowly, as slowly and carefully as if he were sharpening a pencil. My hands stopped trembling. Listen, why are you so serious? It's not your fault. If it wasn't for me, the little boy would be some other man. Do you have any sisters, do you have any? No, but women are all sluts alike. I reached out to hit him, and my open slap resisted the urge to squeeze him closer.His movements were as fast as mine, the cigarette fell outside the bridge rail, I waved my other hand and he caught it again, so fast, before the cigarette fell into the water, he used one hand Grabbing both of my hands, he slid his other hand under his armpit under his coat, behind him the sun was slanting on a bird chirping somewhere outside the sun, we were still staring at the bird barking non-stop.He let go of both my hands. Look at this. He took the bark from the bridge rail and threw it in the water and the bark came up to the surface and the current carried it away with him resting his loose pistol hand on the bridge rail while we waited. You can't hit now. Can't hit it? The bark was still drifting and there was no sound in the woods, and I heard the chirping of the birds and the gurgling of the water only afterwards, and I saw the muzzle of the gun cocked and he was gone without even aiming at the bark.Then the fragments floated up and spread out on the water, and he hit two more fragments, neither of which was bigger than a silver dollar. I think this is enough. He turned the chamber toward the barrel and blew, and a thin wisp of blue smoke dissipated in the air.He reloaded the three empty chamber pouches and pushed the chamber back, then pointed the gun at himself and handed it to me. What are you doing?I don't want to compete with you in marksmanship? You will need it, didn't you just say you want to do something?I'll give it to you, and you've just seen how well it works. Take your guns away. I reached out and punched him.When he caught my wrist, I still wanted to punch him.This went on for a while, and then I seemed to be looking at him through a pair of tinted glasses, and I heard the sound of my blood rushing, and then I could see the sky again, and the branches in front of the sky again, and There is sunlight slanting through the branches.He was hugging me and trying to make me stand up straight. You just hit me, didn't you? I can't hear, what are you talking about? What? Yes, beat you.How do you feel now? It's nothing, let me go. He let me go and I leaned against the railing. Are you fine? Leave me alone, I'm fine. Can you go home by yourself? Come on, leave me alone for a while. You probably won't be able to go, you'd better ride my horse. No, you go your way. You can put the rein on the pommel when you get home, let him go, and he'll go back to the barn by himself. Leave me alone, don't worry about me if you go. I was leaning on the bridge railing, looking at the river, and I heard him untie his horse, get on his mount and come over.For a moment I could hear nothing but the gurgling of water, and then I heard birdsong, and I got off the bridge and sat down under a tree, leaning my back against the trunk and leaning my head against it I closed my eyes and a piece of sunlight fell through the branches on my eyelids.I moved my body, still leaning against the tree, I heard the birds chirping again, and the sound of water, and then everything seemed to be far away, and I couldn't feel anything again, during those difficult days and nights I feel so much more relaxed now after the night when the scent of honeysuckle came out of the dark into my room and I was even trying to sleep but after a while I knew he hadn't hit me at all.He pretended that it was because of her that he hit me, but I passed out like a girl.But even that doesn't matter anymore.I sat under the tree with my back against the speckled sunlight, brushing my face like a few yellow leaves on a twig.I listened to the sound of the leaking water and thought of nothing, even though I heard the sound of galloping horses.Sitting there with my eyes closed, I heard the horse's hooves resting on the sand, their stomping and rustling, and then the running footsteps, and then felt her hands groping eagerly. Fool, fool are you hurt? I opened my eyes and her hands ran over my face. I didn't know which direction you were until I heard gunshots later.I don't know where you are, I didn't expect him to sneak out to compete with you, I didn't expect him to... She put her hands on my head and pushed my head hard against the tree. Don't don't do this. I grabbed her wrist. Stop it and don't hit it. I know he won't hit you, I know he won't. She tried to push my head to hit a tree again. I just told him never to come to me again.I told him.