Chapter 12 February 6, 1910 (Tue) (3)

February 6, 1910 (Tue) (3) She wanted to free her wrist. let me go. Don't be like this, I'm stronger than you, don't be like this. Let me go, I must catch up with him and want him.Let go of me, Quentin.Please let me go let me go. Suddenly she stopped struggling and her wrists were loose and paralyzed. Well, I can tell him, convince him that I convince him every time I'm right. Katie. She didn't tie the "prince" and it could run back at any time, as long as it had this idea. He was willing to take my word for it every time. Do you love him, Katie? What am I him?

She looked at me, and then all the light disappeared from her eyes, and the eyes of stone statues were blank and silent. Put your hand on my throat. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her throat. Say his name now. Dalton Amis. I felt a surge of hot blood rushing to her throat, beating violently and with rapid acceleration. Say it again. Her face was looking deep into the woods, where the sun slanted on the birds in the trees. Say it again. Dalton Amis. Her blood kept pulsating upwards and throbbing under my palms. The blood went on and on for a long time, but my face felt cold as if it were dead, and my eyes stinged again, and where I had broken my fingers—I could hear Shreve The sound of the pressurized water pump.Then he came back with the washbasin, and there was a dim skylight rippling in the basin, it had a yellow edge like a faded balloon, and then I reflected my reflection.I want to see my own face from inside.

"Is the blood gone?" said Shreve. "Give me that cloth." He tried to take it from me. "Be careful," I said, "I'll do it myself. Yes, the bleeding has almost stopped." I soaked the cloth in the basin again and popped the balloon, and the blood on the cloth melted in the water . "I wish there was a clean cloth." "It'd be nice to have a piece of raw beef over your eye," Shreve said. "Too bad you don't have a dark circle tomorrow. That kid is a dick," he said. "Did I hurt him a little too?" I wrung out my handkerchief, trying to wipe the blood off my vest.

"That's something you can't erase," Shreve said. "You'll have to take it to the laundry. Now, wouldn't it be better to put the handkerchief over your eyes?" "I can wipe away some blood," I said.But it didn't work. "My Quentin had a fight with Girard, and he just woke up from a coma, and all his thoughts and activities just now were his subconscious activities when he was in a coma. What happened to the stiff collar? But I can't tell," Shi Reeve said. "Press it on the eyes. Like this." ① Go back to "Current" and continue from the end of the fifth line on page 169 imitating Song typeface.

"Don't worry," I said, "I'll do it myself. Did I not hurt him at all?" "Maybe you hit him a time or two. But I was either looking away or blinking. He beat you like hell. You had nowhere to hide. Why did you fight him with your fists?" You big fool: how do you feel now?" "I feel fine," I said. "I'm just worried about trying to get the vest clean." "Oh, don't worry about your clothes. Do your eyes still hurt?" "I feel fine," I said.Everything around was purple and motionless, and over the gables of the house the sky faded from green to gold, and there was no wind and the smoke from the chimneys rose straight into the sky.I heard the pump again.A man took a bucket to collect water, turned his head to look at us while pressing the water pump.A woman passed the door, but she didn't look out.I heard a cow mooing somewhere.

"All right," Shreve said. "Don't worry about your clothes, just put the handkerchief over your eyes. I'll take your clothes out for washing tomorrow morning." "Okay. I'm annoyed, at least I should have bled on his clothes." "That bastard," said Shreve.Spot came out of the house and across the yard, where he was probably talking to some pussy.He looked at me again with his cold, suspicious eyes. "Hmm, boy," he said, looking me over, "you're going to die for the fun of it. Kidnapping little girls, then fighting. What do you usually do on your holidays, do you set fire to other people's houses?" ?"

"I'm fine," I said. "Did Mrs. Brant say anything?" "She's yelling at Girard for bleeding you. When she sees you, she's going to yell at you for letting him bleed you. She's not against fighting, but It upsets her to see blood, and I think you're going to be lowered in her society by not allowing yourself to bleed. How do you feel now?" "Of course," said Shreve, "since you can't bring yourself to be reincarnated with the Brants, you'll have to settle for the next best thing, adultery with the Brants, or drunkenness, as the case may be. Liquor fights with their family."

"Exactly," Spot said. "But I don't think Quentin is drunk either." "He's not drunk," Shreve said. "You have to be drunk to have the guts to fight that wretch?" "Whoa, seeing how badly Quentin was beaten, I think I'd have to be very drunk to do it. Where did Girard learn that punch?" "He goes to town every day for Mike's class," I said. "Really?" Spot said. "Did you know that when you hit him?" "I don't know anything," I said. "I guess so. Yeah." "Damp the cloth again," Shreve said. "Do you want some more clean water?"

"That's it," I said.I soaked the handkerchief again and reapplied it to my eyes. "Wish there was something to wipe my vest off." Spot was still eyeing me. "Well," he said, "why did you hit him? What did he say?" "I don't know, I don't know why I beat him." "I just know that you jumped up suddenly and cried, Do you have any sisters? Do you? Girard said no, and you hit him. I noticed you kept looking at him, but you didn't seem to have any sisters at all." Pay attention to what others are saying, and suddenly jump up and ask him if he has a sister."

"Ah, he's talking like he always is," said Shreve, "about how he's in love. Don't you know, he's always doing that when girls are around, and they don't know what to say. Mystery, gibberish, let him tell us how in Atlantic City he had an appointment with a girl at a dance hall, and he missed the appointment, made her wait, and went back to the hotel to sleep, lay in bed, I can't help but feel sad for the other party, because I let go of my life and failed to serve her and meet her requirements. Then I talked about the beauty of the body, and all the troubles were born from it. How greedy women are, other than lying on the bed Can't do anything. Lida hides in the bushes, whimpering and moaning, waiting for the swan to show up, you know. The son of a bitch. I want to beat him up myself. But if it's me, I'll grab him Pick up the basket his mother put the wine in, and put it on his head."

"Oh," Spotter said, "you're such a hero for women. Boy, you elicit a reaction of not only admiration but also fear." He eyed me sternly and mockingly. "My God," he said. "I felt sorry for hitting him," I said. "I look very embarrassed, I'm afraid it's too ugly to go back and apologize like this?" "Sorry shit," Shreve said, "to hell with them. Let's go back to town." "I think he should go back so they know he's a gentleman in fighting," Spot said. "I mean, it's very gentlemanly to be beaten." "That's it?" Shreve said. "Blood all over?" "Well, then," Spot said, "you know what's best for yourselves." "He can't run around in his shirt," Shreve said. "He's not a fourth grader yet. Come on, let's go back to town." "You don't have to stay with me," I said. "You go back to the picnic." "What a picnic," Shreve said. "Let's go." "So what do I tell them?" Spot said. "Tell them you and Quentin got into a fight too, okay?" ① In Greek mythology, Zeus, the wife of the Spartan king Tedalus, often turned into a swan to meet her. "No need to say anything," Shreve said. "Tell her she's only going to be the host until the sun goes down. Come on, Quentin. I'm going to ask that woman over there where the nearest shuttle is—" "No," I said, "I don't want to go back to town just yet." Shreve stopped and looked at me.When he turned around, the lenses of his glasses looked like two little yellow moons. "What are you going to do?" "I don't want to go back to town just yet. You go back to the picnic. Tell them I can't because my clothes are dirty." "Listen," he said, "what the hell are you trying to do?" "It's nothing. I'm fine. You and Spotter go back. I'll see you tomorrow." I walked across the yard toward the road. "Do you know where the station is?" Shreve said. "I can find it. I'll see you tomorrow. Tell Mrs. Brant I'm sorry I ruined her outing." The two of them stood there looking at me.I round the corner.A stone paved path leads directly to the main road.Roses are planted on both sides of the path.I went through the gate and onto the road.The road sloped down into the woods, and I could make out the car parked on the side of the road.I climbed up the hill, the light got brighter as I went up, and near the top I heard the sound of a car.It sounded quite far away in the twilight, and I stood still and listened.I can no longer see the car clearly.But Shreve remained standing on the road in front of the house, looking out over the top of the hill.Behind him, there was a yellow light on the roof, like a smear of oil paint.I waved my hand up and turned over the hill, still listening to the car.The house was out of sight now, and I stopped in the green and yellow light, and heard the car getting louder and louder until it stopped suddenly when it was almost out of hearing.I waited until it rang again.Then I went on. The light gradually dimmed as I descended the mountain, but the texture of the light did not change during this time, as if it was me and not the light that was changing and fading, and the road is now in the woods, but you can still see clearly on the road newspaper.After a while I came to the mouth of an alley.I turned in.It was narrower and darker here than the main road, but when it reached the trolleybus stop—and there was another shelter here—the light remained the same.After walking through the alley, the station looked brighter, as if I had spent the night in the alley and now it was dawn.The car will come soon.I got in the car.People turned their heads to meet my eyes, and I found an empty seat on the left side of the car. The lights were on in the car, so as we drove through the bushes I could see nothing but my own face and the woman sitting across the aisle, wearing a hat straight on her head with a I lost a broken feather, but when the trolley came out of the woods, I could see the faint light of the sky again, with the same quality of light, as if time had indeed stood still for a moment, and the sun had always hung below the horizon.Then we passed the wooden pavilion where an old man once ate from his paper sacks. The road stretched forward in the twilight and entered the darkness, and I felt the river flowing calmly and swiftly in the distance.The tram continued to gallop forward, the wind blowing in from the open doors was getting stronger and stronger, and at last the car was filled with the smell of summer and night, except for the scent of honeysuckle.Honeysuckle is one of the saddest scents of all, I think.I remember the scent of many kinds of flowers.Wisteria is one of them.On rainy days, when my mother felt well enough to sit by the window, we would always play under the wisteria trellis.If Mama was lying in bed, Dilsey would have us add an old dress and let us play in the rain, because rain, she said, didn't do little harm to children.We used to play on the porch when Mom wasn't in bed, until she thought we were making too much noise, then we went out and played under the wisteria trellis. ① Quentin was beaten in the left eye, he deliberately sat on the left side to prevent people from seeing his dark circle. ② Refers to the image reflected on the window glass. This is where I last saw the big river this morning, in this area anyway.I can feel the river in the depths of the twilight, and it has a smell of its own.During the flowering season in spring, this fragrance is everywhere when it rains. At other times, you don’t notice that the fragrance is so strong, but when it rains, the fragrance invades the house at dusk. If it rains more at dusk, there must be something in the twilight itself.Anyway, the scent was the strongest at that time, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I lay in bed thinking about when it would disappear and when it would disappear.There was a breath of water in the wind blowing in from the car door, a moist and stable breath.Sometimes I can lull myself to sleep by repeating this phrase over and over, until the scent of honeysuckle is mixed with everything else, which becomes a symbol of night and restlessness.I felt as if I were lying neither asleep nor awake, looking down a long gray corridor in the half-light, where everything that was solid was shadowy, shadowy, Hard to tell.Everything I did became a shadow, and everything I felt I suffered for took shape, taunting me inexplicably, comically and wickedly.They inherit the negation of meaning that they are supposed to affirm, and I keep thinking, I am I, not who, not not who. I could smell the bend of the river through the twilight, and I saw the last rays of light clinging lazily and peacefully to the sandbars, like fragments of many mirrors, and farther away, the rays of light began to dissolve in the pale and clear In the air, there was a slight tremor, as if some butterflies were fluttering in the distance.Benjamin that kid.He always likes to sit in front of the mirror, and the indomitable exile is conflicted and tempered by him, and he will go silent and never show his head again.The son of Benjamin I was born in my later years and was taken to Egypt as a hostage. ①Oh, Benjamin.Dilsey said it was because his mother was too proud to look down on him.They enter white man's life like a sudden black trickle, magnifying for an instant, as through a microscope, what is true of white man into unquestionable truth; the rest of the time it is just a din , They laughed when you thought there was nothing to laugh at, and cried when there was nothing to cry.They even bet on whether there were singular or plural mourners at the funeral.There was a brothel in Memphis that was full of black people like this, and at one point they all ran naked into the street as if possessed by a god.Each took three policemen to subdue.Yes Jesus oh good man Jesus oh that good man. ① See "Bible Genesis", Chapter 42, Section 36. The original words were said by Jacob, the father of Benjamin (Banjamin), which is different from this sentence.The "indomitable exile" in the previous sentence should refer to Benjamin's brother Joseph. The tram stopped.I got out of the car, and people looked me in the eyes again.A trolleybus came and it was full of people.I stood on the back platform of the carriage door. ① "There are seats up ahead," said the ticket seller.I glanced into the car.There are no empty seats on the left. "I'm going to get out of the car," I said. "Just stand here." We crossed the river.The bridge has a small slope, but it stands high in the air. In the silence and emptiness, yellow, red and green electric sparks flashed over and over again in the clear air. "You'd better go up to the front and find a seat," said the conductor. "I'll be getting off soon," I said. "It's only two blocks away." I got off the tram before it reached the post office.The picnickers must be sitting in a circle somewhere now, and then I heard my watch again, and I began to listen to the post office bell, and I felt through my coat for the letter to Shreve, The gnawed shadow of the elm glides over my hand.I turned into the quadrangle of the dormitory building. The clock really started to ring. I continued walking, and the sound waves passed around me like ripples on the pool and passed forward.Ok.Even if it's a quarter to the hour. ① Quentin jumped off the suburban tram and changed to another tram bound for Harvard University. The windows in our room were pitch black.There was no one at the entrance to the dormitory.I went in close to the wall on the left, which was also empty: only a spiral escalator led into the shadows, and the footsteps of generations of unhappy people echoed in the shadows, like dust falling on the shadows, My footsteps stirred up the shadows like dust, and then they settled softly again. I saw the letter before I turned on the light, propped up by a book on the table so I could see it at a glance.Call him my husband.Then Spotter said they were going to picnic somewhere; it would be late, and Mrs. Brant wanted another knight.But then I'll see him again, and he won't be back for an hour because it's past six o'clock.I took out my watch and listened to it tick-tick reporting the passing of time, not knowing that it couldn't even lie.Then I put it face up on the table, took Mrs. Brant's letter, tore it in two, threw the pieces in the wastebasket, and then I put the coat, waistcoat, collar, tie and shirt together. When I took it off, the tie was also stained with blood, but it could be given to black people anyway.Maybe with that pool of blood he could still say it was worn by Christ.I found a bottle of petrol in Shreve's room, and spread the vest on the table, as it can only be done here.I open the petrol bottle. The first girl-owned car in town, girl, that's the gasoline smell that Jason can't stand, makes him feel bad and loses his temper, because a girl has no sisters but Benjamin, and Benjamin fucks me up heart child.If I had a mother, I could say mother, mother ⑤ I spent a lot of gasoline, but in the end I couldn't tell whether this wet spot was blood or gasoline. ①② refers to Shreve. ③ Quentin was worried that Shreve would come back to see him, but then he thought that after six o'clock, only one suburban tram would run an hour, so he felt relieved. ④The above is what Mrs. Compson said when Quentin met Herbert Hyde. ⑤The above is what Mrs. Compson said when she changed Benjamin's name. Gasoline stings my wounds again.So I put the vest over the back of the chair when I went to wash my hands, and I pulled the lamp down so that the bulb could dry off the wet spots.I washed my face and hands, but even so I could smell the soapy smell that irritates and constricts the nostrils.Then I opened the bag, took out the shirt, collar, and tie, stuffed the bloody ones in, closed the bag, and started dressing.While I was brushing my hair, the clock struck half an hour.But he could wait until three quarters anyway, unless maybe he saw only his own face and not the broken feather in the darkness as he raced back, unless it wasn't like they both went to Boston on the same night. Those two brightly lit windows in the dark night suddenly brushed past my face and his face met my face as soon as I saw it, it was past tense Did I see it just now There was no farewell and the bus shelter was empty again No one eats there the road is empty in the darkness and silence the bridge arches its back and sleeps in the silence and darkness the river is calm and swift there is no farewell I turned off the lights and went back into my bedroom, leaving the gasoline but still smelling it.I stood in front of the window, the curtains were slowly blowing over in the dark, touching my face, as if someone exhaled in a dream, and then slowly inhaled, the curtains were drawn into the darkness, no longer touch me.When they ③ went upstairs, the mother sat back in her chair and pressed the camphor-smelling handkerchief to her mouth.Father didn't move his position, he was still sitting next to her, holding her hand, roaring, sounding again and again, as if silence was incompatible with it. When I was a child, there was an illustration in a book at home, which depicted a piece of land. It was dark, only a slanting faint light shone on the two faces raised from the darkness.Do you know what I would do if I were king?She has never been a queen nor a fairy. ①This is the kind of lamp with a hanging ball that can be pulled down and put back at will. ②The above paragraph is a memory of the scene when I crossed the bridge by tram just now. ③ Refers to Benji and Katie.The following paragraph is about the reaction of the family when they knew that Katie was having an affair with others. She was always a king or a giant or a general, and I'd break the place open and drag them out to give them a good beating, and the picture was torn off, torn.I am very happy.I had to see the painting again to realize that the dungeon was the mother herself, walking up with her and father holding hands in the dim light, and we were lost somewhere down there, even for them there was no light.Then the scent of honeysuckle came in.As soon as I turned off the light and went to sleep, it came in waves like waves, and the smell became stronger and stronger, until I couldn't breathe, so I had to get up and stretch out my hands and feel my way out, just like when I was a child learning to walk.Being able to see the invisible door formed by touching in the mind.After being invisible to the hand my nose could see the gasoline, the vest on the table, the door.The corridors are still empty, and there are no generations of unhappy people walking to fetch water.But invisible eyes are like clenched teeth, there is no disbelief.Even doubting the existence of the pain, the tibia, ankle and knee followed the long invisible Shanti railing.Stumbled in the dark where both mother and father Katie Jason Morley were asleep.But it's not afraid that it's just my mother, my father, Katie Jason Maury, who walked so far in my sleep, I'll fall asleep right away, when I go in, the bathroom is empty, those pipes, that white porcelain washbasin, that's stained The silent walls, the pensive throne.I forgot the glass, but I could see the invisible swan's neck of my cold fingers thicker than Moses' scepter.The glass tapped tentatively, not on the thin neck, but on the cold metal.The glass was full and overflowing, the water chilled the glass, the fingers were red, and the saliva left the smell of wet sleep in the long silence of the neck.I went back into the hallway, waking up the lost footsteps of generations of whispered students in the silence, into the smell of petrol, the watch still lying on the table in the dark, telling big lies.Then the curtain breathed out again in the dark, blowing its breath on my face.There is still a quarter of an hour. ① Refers to the flush toilet that no one is using. And then I'm gone.The most comforting words.The most comforting words. Nonfui. Sum． Fui. NOnsum. ①Once I heard a bell ring somewhere.In Mississippi or in Massachusetts.I have existed in the past.I am now about to cease to exist.In Massachusetts or in Mississippi.Shreve has a bottle in his trunk.Aren't you going to open this letter, Jason Leakey?Mr. and Mrs. Mon Compson announced three times.many days.Are you not ready to open this letter?Little girl Cadance's wedding is the kind of wine that confuses the means with the ends.I exist now.drink it.I used to not exist.Let's sell Bengui's ranch so Quentin can go to Harvard and I'll die in peace.I was dying at Harvard.Katie is talking about a year is not it.Shreve has a bottle in his trunk.Sir, I don't need Shreve's.I've sold Benji's ranch and I can die at Harvard.Katie said, dead in the caves and crevices of the sea tossing peacefully with the turbulent waves.Because Harvard has a good reputation, it is not expensive at all to buy such a good reputation with forty acres.A genteel old name We trade Bengui's ranch for a genteel old name.This can sustain him for a long time because he cannot hear.Unless he can smell it.As soon as she came in he started crying, I always thought it was just some little town scoundrel my father used to joke with her but then... I never paid attention to him before, I thought it was just a normal guy Strange traveling salesman, or one who wears military shirts like everyone else.But suddenly it dawned on me that he didn't see me as a potential saboteur at all, but was looking at me thinking she was looking at me through her, as through a stained glass.Why do you have to meddle in my business?Don't you know it's not a little good?I thought you had let your mother and Jason take care of this matter? Did your mother send Jason to spy on you?I would never do such a thing. Women are merely borrowing someone else's code of honor.This is because she loves Katie and stays downstairs even when she is sick. ① tense exercises in Latin grammar, meaning: the past does not exist.exists now.Existed in the past.will now cease to exist. Lest Father laugh at Uncle Maury in Jason's presence.Father said that Uncle Maury's old school foundation was too poor, and that's why he committed the crime of entrusting important confidential matters to that blind boy who was indispensable in old novels.He should have picked Jason's, because at best Jason would have made the same foolhardy mistakes Uncle Maury had made without giving him a black eye.The Pattersons, whose children were younger than Jason, worked together to make kites and sell them for a nickel, until financial troubles arose.Jason got another partner, and the kid was younger, pretty young anyway, because T. P. said Jason was still keeping the books, but Father said why should Uncle Maury work?Since he said Father could feed five or six niggers for free, they didn't do any work but put their feet up on the grate and bake.Of course, he can often provide for Uncle Maury's board and lodging, and he can also lend a little money to Uncle Maury, which can also maintain his father's faith.His kind was born noble in a place like this, and mother would cry and he said father thought his family was better than hers, and that he was teaching us bad by mocking Uncle Maury child.In fact, she didn't understand that what my father wanted to teach us was all people, nothing more than dolls.Their stomachs are full of sawdust that has flowed from some wound in some part of a doll that was thrown away before—not the one that killed me.In the past, I always thought that death was a person like my grandfather, like a friend of his, a close personal relationship, just like in the past, our impression that grandfather's writing desk was also very sacred, and it was not allowed to touch it even in the grandfather's study. Talking loudly is inappropriate.In my mind grandfather and his desk were always inseparable, and together they were always waiting for old Colonel Sartoris to come and sit down with them, and they waited on a rise behind those fir trees.Colonel Sartoris was standing on a higher ground looking at something, and they came down after he had finished.Grandfather was in his uniform, and we could hear the whispers of their voices behind the cedar trees, they talked on and on and Grandpa was always right. ① refers to Bangui.Uncle Mao Cai once sent him to deliver love letters to Mrs. Patterson. ②The patriarch of another southern aristocratic family described by Faulkner appeared in the novel "Reese in the Sand Country" and other works. The chiming of three quarters began.The first chime struck, precise and steady, solemn and crisp, and the second chime drove away the unhurried silence, so it was.It would be great if people could always alternate with each other like this, like a flame twisted and burned for a short moment, and then completely extinguished in the cold eternal darkness, instead of lying there and trying to restrain yourself Think of that swinging pendulum.Until all the firwood started to have that strong smell of death that Benji hated the most.As long as I think of the bushes, I seem to hear whispers, secret waves rushing in, smell the sound of hot blood beating under the naked flesh, and watch the loosely bound pigs through the red eyelids. While mating, they rush to the sea.So he said ①We must stay awake and watch the evil succeed temporarily.Actually it can't last forever.So I say it doesn't have to prevail, so long for a man of courage.So he said do you think that is courage?So I said yes father don't you think so?So he said that each man is the arbiter of his own morality, whether you think it's courage or not, it's more important than the action itself than any action, otherwise you can't be serious - so I said Don't you believe it?I was serious - so he said I thought you were taking it too seriously to shock me, otherwise you wouldn't feel compelled to tell me you were guilty of incest - so I said I wasn't lying , I wasn't lying--then he said you were trying to sublimate a natural, human folly into a monstrous crime, and then uproot it with real conditions--so I said it was To isolate her from the noisy world.In this way, we can get rid of a burden and the voice is like it has never been asked—so he said you wanted her to do it on purpose—so I said I was afraid of doing it, I was afraid of him would agree.It wouldn't do any good but if I could convince you that we did that then it would be that way and other people's things wouldn't be that way and the whole world would be screaming away from us —Then he said about the other matter you are not lying now, but you are still ignorant of your own inner thoughts, of that part of the universal truth, namely the sequence of natural events and their causes. No idea, these reasons cast a shadow over everyone's head, including Benji. You are not considering the problem of finitude, you are thinking of a deified state in which a temporary The state of mind becomes symmetrically above the physical body, it becomes aware not only of itself but of the physical body, it does not abandon you completely, it does not even annihilate completely.So I said temporary - and he said you can't help but think that one day it won't hurt you like it does now, you seem to just see it as an experience, and it's okay if your hair turns gray overnight Saying but won't change your appearance one bit, you wouldn't do it in these circumstances, it would be a gamble it's weird how this type of person bred by unfortunate events takes every breath new.Throwing the dice has already been filled with lead, and it must be against him. Such a person is not yet willing to face the final judgment.In fact, he already knew in advance that he would have to face it sooner or later, so he didn't have to try all kinds of expedient measures, including violence and tricks that even a three-year-old child couldn't fool, until one day, in extreme disgust, he desperately flipped open a leaflet. No one would do it even in the first rage of disappointment or remorse or bereavement until he realizes that even disappointment or remorse or bereavement is too much for a gloomy gambler. It's only when it's not particularly important--so I say temporary--and he says it's hard to believe that a love or a sorrow can be a bond bought without planning, whether you Like it or not, I grew up on my own.Moreover, it flooded into my memory without giving a signal in advance, and was replaced by any brand of god who happened to be in power at that time.No, you wouldn't do that until you started to believe that even she wasn't much to be disappointed in - so I said I'd never do something like that, no one knew what I knew - So he said I think you'd better go to Cambridge right away, or go to Maine for a month first, and if you can save some money, it might be a good thing to do.Because using every penny wisely heals more wounds than Jesus—so I said if I could understand what you mean, I'll understand when I'm there next week or next month—and he said that you Just remember that getting into Harvard was your mother's lifelong dream.She's had that hope since you were born, and we Compsons never disappoint a lady--so I said it's good for me and us all for a while-- —then he said that each person is the arbiter of his own moral concept, but no one should prescribe the happiness of others—then I said temporary—then he said it was the saddest word in the world, There's nothing else in the world, it's not despair until time is not just time until it's past. ①从"于是他说"起昆丁回想凯蒂失身后他与父亲的一番谈话。由于昆丁处在自杀前高度亢奋的精神状态中，这段对话是没有逻辑、混乱不堪的。读者可视为精神不正常者的谵语。为清楚计，我们用破析号把两人的对白分开。原文是没有任何标点的。 最后一下钟声也打响了。终于钟声不再震颤，黑暗中又是一片寂静了。我走进起坐间打开了灯。我穿上背心。汽油味现在淡得多了，几乎闻不出来了，在镜子里也看不出有什么血迹了。至少不象我眼睛上那么明显。我穿上外衣。给施里夫的那封情在衣服里格拉格拉地响，我把它拿出来再检查一遍地址，把它放在我侧边的口袋里。接着我把表拿到施里夫的房间里去，放在他的抽斗里，我走进自己的房间取了一块干净的手帕，走到门边，把手伸到电灯开关上。这时我记起了我还没有刷牙，因此得重新打开旅行袋。我找到了我的牙刷，往上面挤了些施里夫的牙膏，便走出去刷牙。我尽量把牙刷上的水挤干，把它放回到旅行袋里去，关上袋子，重新走到门口。我关灯之前先环顾了一下房间，看看还漏了什么没有，这时我发现忘了戴帽子了。我必须经过邮局，肯定会碰到个把熟人，他们会以为我明明是个住在哈佛四方院子宿舍里的一年级生，却要冒充四年级生。我也忘记掉刷帽子了，不过施里夫也有一把帽刷，因此我也不必再去打开旅行袋了。