Chapter 13 extra words

"No," said Joachim, "I'm not allowed to go very far. Recently, when I have free time, I often go downhill for a little walk, through the village, and sometimes up to the plateau. There are shops and people there, and you can buy We can lie down for another hour before dinner, and then till four o'clock. Don't worry." They descended the driveway in bright sunshine.After passing the creek and the narrow path, the peaks and valleys of the ridge on the right seem to be in sight, such as "Xiaoxianxia Peak", "Green Tower Peak", and "Village Mountain", Joachim can name them one by one .The raised place over there is the walled cemetery of the village of Davos, which Joachim also pointed out to him with his walking stick.Then they came to the main road, which rose one story above the valley floor and ran along the terraced hillside.

As for the village, there is nothing worth mentioning, it is just a name.The Rehabilitation Street annexes the land here, and it develops towards the entrance of the valley, so that the entire residential area called "Village" has disappeared imperceptibly, and merged with this land called "Davos Heights". for one.There are many restaurants and boarding houses on both sides of the road, equipped with shaded verandas, balconies and bedrooms, and private houses for rent.There are new buildings here and there, and sometimes new houses, and the road has a view of a prairie in the valley. . . .

Hans Castorp lit another cigar in pursuit of the thrill of life which he so often enjoyed.Perhaps it was because of the beer he drank just now, but at this moment he unexpectedly smelled the long-awaited cigar smoke from time to time, and felt indescribably joyful.Of course, the aroma is not smelled as much and the fragrance is not as strong.Only when he pulled himself together could he feel this kind of joy, and the disgusting leather smell was still there, far from dissipating.He felt limp and powerless, unable to enjoy this happiness any longer.He felt that this kind of enjoyment was out of place, or out of reach, and finally threw the cigarette butt away in a weary and disgusting manner.Although he was a little groggy, he still felt that there was a need for etiquette to find something to talk about, so he remembered the excellent conversation he had just had with Joachim about "time".It's just that he has completely forgotten about the "series of questions", and the concept of "time" has disappeared in his mind.So he began to talk about physical things, and he talked very queerly.

"So when are you going to take your temperature again," he asked. "After dinner? That's good. That's when the body is at its most active. That must be the case. Behrens told me to take my temperature too, perhaps as a joke. For that, Setambrini laughed. It's so boring. I don't even have a thermometer." "Oh," said Joachim, "that's all right, you just have to buy one. You can buy thermometers everywhere. , in almost every store." "But why buy it? I just think it's good to lie down and rest. I'd like to do it. But it's too much for a customer to take a temperature. Let's leave it to the people on the mountain here. If I can Know," he went on, clasping his hands to his chest like a man in love, "what on earth my heart keeps beating, that's all. I've been thinking about it for a long time. You know, when a man has an unexpected joy, or a fear--in a word, his heart beats when he's excited, doesn't he? But if a People's hearts jump up inexplicably, or involuntarily, you know, it's really chilling. When the heart beats, it seems that the body and the soul are separated, and they go their own way. It's a bit like a corpse. , except that it didn't really die. That's not really the case at all, life just goes on and on according to its own rules, still grows nails, grows hair, and, as they say, chemically and physically throbs... ..."

"What kind of talk is that," Joachim scolded him coldly. "It's ready to move!" He said something like "Crescent Moon Stick" this morning, and he was reprimanded by the other party. Now he may be taking a little revenge. "But it is true! It is ready to move! Why are you so angry?" asked Hans Castorp. "I'm just saying this in passing. I don't want to say anything else, just to say: when you feel in your life that your body is involuntarily separated from your soul, and it's threatening—such as this inexplicable heartbeat— You're going to be really disturbed and distressed. I really want to know what's going on. I want to know what the emotional agitation is, whether it's joy or fear. At least for me, I don't know. I can only talk about my feelings."

"Yes, yes," said Joachim with a sigh, "it's very similar to a fever. To use your words, there is a special feeling in the body at this time. That 'emotional agitation', we're tempted to study to see how the results of this edginess can cause a man to lose part of his sanity . Voice.Hans Castorp just shrugged his shoulders, just as Joachim had seen him the night before. They were silent for a while, and then Joachim said: "Well, do you like the people here? I mean the people at our table." Hans Castorp showed a nonchalant expression on his face. "My God," he said, "I don't think they're cute. The ones at the other table are tougher, but that's just a sign. Mrs. Steele should get a perm, she's too fat. Then A mazurka, and whatever her name is, I think she's rather stupid. She giggles all the time, and has to keep stuffing her mouth with her handkerchief."

Hans mispronounced the name, and Joachim laughed loudly. "'Mazurka' is the best!" he exclaimed. "She's called Marussa, if you'll let me, and she's our Mary. Yes, she's very wild," he said. "Actually, she should behave herself, because she is not at all ill." "That's incredible," said Hans Castorp. "What a beautiful complexion she has. Never would have guessed that she has a chest problem." He glanced at his cousin quickly, but when he noticed that his cousin's sun-tanned face was covered with freckles (those sun-burned freckles) As is often the case when there is no blood in a swarthy face), and the corners of his mouth were tilted to one side in a strange and dejected way, young Hans Castorp suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dread. , So he quickly changed the subject and inquired about other people's situation.He tried to forget the expressions on Marussa's and Joachim's faces very quickly, and he did.

The Englishwoman who drinks rose tea is called Miss Robinson.The seamstress is not actually a tailor, but a teacher at a state high school for girls in Königsberg, and because of this, she speaks perfectly.Her name is Miss Engelhardt.As for the lively old woman, whose name Joachim did not even know, she had lived on the hill for a long time.But she was the aunt of the girl who drank the yoghurt, and she lived with the girl in the nursing home all the time.But the sickest of the company was Dr. Blumenkel.He was from Odessa, and his full name was Leo Blumenkel, the morose, taciturn man with the moustache.He has lived on the mountain for several years.

Now they were walking on the sidewalk of the town; it was evident that this was the main street of the International Sanatorium.Most of the patients they met walking on the road were young people, some were knight-like figures in sportswear and without hats, and some were women in white dresses and without hats on their heads.These people speak Russian and English.There are shops on both sides of the street, and the merchandise display windows in the shops are dazzling.Hans Castorp's curiosity struggled violently with his extreme fatigue.He braced himself to look around reluctantly, lingering long before men's fashion to see if the displays were up to standard.

They came to a rotunda sheltered by the top of a gallery where a small band was playing.This is the resort hotel.On several tennis courts, couples were playing.Long-legged boys, neatly shaved, were playing against the girls in tight flannels and rubber shoes with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows; Stretch your arms in the sun, walk like a fly, and hit the ball hard in the air.The tennis courts are in such good condition that they appear to have been floured.The cousins ​​sat down on an empty bench to watch and discuss their game. "You don't play here?" asked Hans Castorp. "They won't let me fight," Joachim replied. "We have to lie down, always lie down. Sethambrini used to say that we lived on our backs; we were all 'supines,' he said. And that was one of his biting bits of wisdom. Those who play over there are all healthy people. If they are sick, then doing so is in violation of the ban. But they don’t play seriously. It’s more about showing off their clothes than playing. As for violating the ban, then play here There are many things that are prohibited, such as playing poker, and the "pony" played in this and that hotel was a popular gambling at that time... We have notices here, saying that this is the most harmful to the body. But many People still slipped there to gamble after checking the wards at night.

It is said that the prince who bestowed the title on Behrens often did the same thing. Hans Castorp was hardly listening. His mouth was open wide because he got a cold when he breathed through his nose. His heart was beating like a hammer, which was out of tune with the music, and he felt angry. Bored and uncomfortable. When Joachim persuaded him to go home, he began to doze off in a confused and contradictory mood. They barely spoke on the way home.Hans Castorp, who almost fell twice on the flat street, smiled sadly and shook his head.The cripple started the elevator and carried them upstairs.They said a brief "goodbye" in front of the door of Room 34, and they parted.Hans Castorp staggered across the room to the balcony, and before he could stand still, he collapsed into the couch.Before he had time to change his lying position, he fell into a drowsy slumber in the midst of rapid and restless heartbeats.