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José Arcadio Buendía was completely ignorant of the geography of the region. He knew that to the east there lay an impenetrable mountain chain and that on the other side of the mountains there was the ardent city of Riohacha, where in times past-according to what he had been told by the first Aureliano Buendía, his grandfather-Sir Francis Drake had gone crocodile hunting with cannons and that he repaired hem and stuffed them with straw to bring to Queen Elizabeth. In his youth, José Arcadio Buendía and his men, with wives and children, animals and all kinds of domestic implements, had crossed the mountains in search of an outlet to the sea, and after twenty-six months they gave up the expedition and founded Macondo, so they would not have to go back. It was, therefore, a route that did not interest him, for it could lead only to the past. To the south lay the swamps, covered with an eternal vegetable scum and the whole vast universe of the great swamp, which, according to what the gypsies said, had no limits. The great swamp in the west mingled with a boundless extension of water where there were soft-skinned cetaceans that had the head and torso of a woman, causing the ruination of sailors with the charm of their extraordinary breasts. The gypsies sailed along that route for six months before they reached the strip of land over which the mules that carried the mail passed. According to José Arcadio Buendía's calculations, the only possibility of contact with civilization lay along the northern route. So he handed out clearing tools and hunting weapons to the same men who had been with him during the founding of Macondo. He threw his directional instruments and his maps into a knapsack, and he undertook the reckless adventure.霍·阿·布恩蒂亚压根儿不了解周围地区的地理状况。他只知道,东边耸立着难以攀登的山岭,山岭后面是古城列奥阿察,据他的祖父——奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚第一说,从前有个弗兰西斯·德拉克爵士,曾在那儿开炮轰击鳄鱼消遣;他叫人在轰死的鳄鱼肚里填进干草,补缀好了就送去献给伊丽莎白女王。年轻的时候,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚和其他的人一起,带着妻子、孩子、家畜和各种生活用具,翻过这个山岭,希望到海边去,可是游荡了两年又两个月,就放弃了自己的打算;为了不走回头路,才建立了马孔乡村。因此,往东的路是他不感兴趣的——那只能重复往日的遭遇,南边是一个个永远杂草丛生的泥潭和一大片沼泽地带——据吉卜赛人证明,那是一个无边无涯的世界。西边呢,沼泽变成了辽阔的水域,那儿栖息着鲸鱼状的生物:这类生物,皮肤细嫩,头和躯干都象女了,宽大、迷人的胸脯常常毁掉航海的人。据吉卜赛人说,他们到达驿道经过的陆地之前,航行了几乎半年。霍·阿·布恩蒂亚认为,跟文明世界接触,只能往北前进。于是,他让那些跟他一起建立马孔多村的人带上铁锹、锄头和狩猎武器,把自己的定向仪具和地图放进背囊,就去从事鲁莽的冒险了。
During the first days they did not come across any appreciable obstacle. They went down along the stony bank of the river to the place where years before they had found the soldier's armor, and from there they went into the woods along a path between wild orange trees. At the end of the first week they killed and roasted a deer, but they agreed to eat only half of it and salt the rest for the days that lay ahead. With that precaution they tried to postpone the necessity of having to eat macaws, whose blue flesh had a harsh and musky taste. Then, for more than ten days, they did not see the sun again. The ground became soft and damp, like volcanic ash, and the vegetation was thicker and thicker, and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally sad. The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oiland their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders. For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood. They could not return because the strip that they were opening as they went along would soon close up with a new vegetation that. almost seemed to grow before their eyes. "It's all right," José Arcadio Buendía would say. "The main thing is not to lose our bearings." Always following his compass, he kept on guiding his men toward the invisible north so that they would be able to get out of that enchanted region. It was a thick night, starless, but the darkness was becoming impregnated with a fresh and clear air. Exhausted by the long crossing, they hung up their hammocks and slept deeply for the first time in two weeks. When they woke up, with the sun already high in the sky, they were speechless with fascination. Beforethem, surrounded by ferns and palm trees, white and powdery in the silent morning light, was an enormous Spanish galleon. Tilted slightly to the starboard, it had hanging from its intact masts the dirty rags of its sails in the midst of its rigging, which was adorned with orchids. The hull, covered with an armor of petrified barnacles and soft moss, was firmly fastened into a surface of stones. The whole structure seemed to occupy its own space, one of solitude and oblivion, protected from the vices of time and the habits of the birds. Inside, where the expeditionaries explored with careful intent, there was nothing but a thick forest of flowers.最初几天,他们没有遇到特殊的困难。他们顺着遍布石头的河岸下去,到了几年前发现古代铠甲的地方,并且沿着野橙子树之间的小径进入一片树林。到第一个周未,他们侥幸打死了一只牡鹿,拿它烤熟,可是决定只吃一半,把剩下的储备起来。他们采取这个预防措施,是想延缓以金刚鹦鹉充饥的时间;这种鹦鹉的肉是蓝色的,有强烈的麝香味儿。在随后的十几天中,他们根本没有见到阳光。脚下的土地变得潮湿、松软起来,好象火山灰似的,杂草越来越密,飞禽的啼鸣和猴子的尖叫越来越远——四周仿佛变得惨谈凄凉了。这个潮湿和寂寥的境地犹如“原罪”以前的蛮荒世界;在这儿,他们的鞋子陷进了油气腾腾的深坑,他们的大砍刀乱劈着血红色的百合花和金黄色的蝾螈,远古的回忆使他们受到压抑。整整一个星期,他们几乎没有说话,象梦游人一样在昏暗、悲凉的境地里行进,照明的只有萤火虫闪烁的微光,难闻的血腥气味使他们的肺部感到很不舒服。回头的路是没有的,因为他们开辟的小径一下了就不见了,几乎就在他们眼前长出了新的野草。“不要紧,”霍·阿·布恩蒂亚说。“主要是不迷失方向。”他不断地盯住罗盘的指针,继续领着大伙儿往看不见的北方前进,终于走出了魔区。他们周围是没有星光的黑夜,但是黑暗里充满了新鲜空气,经过长途跋涉,他们已经疲惫不堪,于是悬起吊床,两星期中第一次安静地睡了个大觉。醒来的时候,太阳已经升得很高,他们因此惊得发呆。在宁静的晨光里,就在他们前面,矗立着一艘西班牙大帆船,船体是白色、腐朽的,周围长满了羊齿植物和棕搁。帆船微微往右倾斜,在兰花装饰的索具之间,桅杆还很完整,垂着肮脏的船帆碎片,船身有一层石化贝壳和青苔形成的光滑的外壳,牢牢地陷入了坚实的土壤。看样子,整个船身处于孤寂的地方,被人忘却了,没有遭到时光的侵蚀,也没有受到飞禽的骚扰,探险队员们小心地察看了帆船内部,里面除了一大簇花卉,没有任何东西。

José Arcadio Buendía was completely ignorant of the geography of the region. He knew that to the east there lay an impenetrable mountain chain and that on the other side of the mountains there was the ardent city of Riohacha, where in times past-according to what he had been told by the first Aureliano Buendía, his grandfather-Sir Francis Drake had gone crocodile hunting with cannons and that he repaired hem and stuffed them with straw to bring to Queen Elizabeth. In his youth, José Arcadio Buendía and his men, with wives and children, animals and all kinds of domestic implements, had crossed the mountains in search of an outlet to the sea, and after twenty-six months they gave up the expedition and founded Macondo, so they would not have to go back. It was, therefore, a route that did not interest him, for it could lead only to the past. To the south lay the swamps, covered with an eternal vegetable scum and the whole vast universe of the great swamp, which, according to what the gypsies said, had no limits. The great swamp in the west mingled with a boundless extension of water where there were soft-skinned cetaceans that had the head and torso of a woman, causing the ruination of sailors with the charm of their extraordinary breasts. The gypsies sailed along that route for six months before they reached the strip of land over which the mules that carried the mail passed. According to José Arcadio Buendía's calculations, the only possibility of contact with civilization lay along the northern route. So he handed out clearing tools and hunting weapons to the same men who had been with him during the founding of Macondo. He threw his directional instruments and his maps into a knapsack, and he undertook the reckless adventure.
During the first days they did not come across any appreciable obstacle. They went down along the stony bank of the river to the place where years before they had found the soldier's armor, and from there they went into the woods along a path between wild orange trees. At the end of the first week they killed and roasted a deer, but they agreed to eat only half of it and salt the rest for the days that lay ahead. With that precaution they tried to postpone the necessity of having to eat macaws, whose blue flesh had a harsh and musky taste. Then, for more than ten days, they did not see the sun again. The ground became soft and damp, like volcanic ash, and the vegetation was thicker and thicker, and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally sad. The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oiland their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders. For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood. They could not return because the strip that they were opening as they went along would soon close up with a new vegetation that. almost seemed to grow before their eyes. "It's all right," José Arcadio Buendía would say. "The main thing is not to lose our bearings." Always following his compass, he kept on guiding his men toward the invisible north so that they would be able to get out of that enchanted region. It was a thick night, starless, but the darkness was becoming impregnated with a fresh and clear air. Exhausted by the long crossing, they hung up their hammocks and slept deeply for the first time in two weeks. When they woke up, with the sun already high in the sky, they were speechless with fascination. Beforethem, surrounded by ferns and palm trees, white and powdery in the silent morning light, was an enormous Spanish galleon. Tilted slightly to the starboard, it had hanging from its intact masts the dirty rags of its sails in the midst of its rigging, which was adorned with orchids. The hull, covered with an armor of petrified barnacles and soft moss, was firmly fastened into a surface of stones. The whole structure seemed to occupy its own space, one of solitude and oblivion, protected from the vices of time and the habits of the birds. Inside, where the expeditionaries explored with careful intent, there was nothing but a thick forest of flowers.


霍·阿·布恩蒂亚压根儿不了解周围地区的地理状况。他只知道,东边耸立着难以攀登的山岭,山岭后面是古城列奥阿察,据他的祖父——奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚第一说,从前有个弗兰西斯·德拉克爵士,曾在那儿开炮轰击鳄鱼消遣;他叫人在轰死的鳄鱼肚里填进干草,补缀好了就送去献给伊丽莎白女王。年轻的时候,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚和其他的人一起,带着妻子、孩子、家畜和各种生活用具,翻过这个山岭,希望到海边去,可是游荡了两年又两个月,就放弃了自己的打算;为了不走回头路,才建立了马孔乡村。因此,往东的路是他不感兴趣的——那只能重复往日的遭遇,南边是一个个永远杂草丛生的泥潭和一大片沼泽地带——据吉卜赛人证明,那是一个无边无涯的世界。西边呢,沼泽变成了辽阔的水域,那儿栖息着鲸鱼状的生物:这类生物,皮肤细嫩,头和躯干都象女了,宽大、迷人的胸脯常常毁掉航海的人。据吉卜赛人说,他们到达驿道经过的陆地之前,航行了几乎半年。霍·阿·布恩蒂亚认为,跟文明世界接触,只能往北前进。于是,他让那些跟他一起建立马孔多村的人带上铁锹、锄头和狩猎武器,把自己的定向仪具和地图放进背囊,就去从事鲁莽的冒险了。
最初几天,他们没有遇到特殊的困难。他们顺着遍布石头的河岸下去,到了几年前发现古代铠甲的地方,并且沿着野橙子树之间的小径进入一片树林。到第一个周未,他们侥幸打死了一只牡鹿,拿它烤熟,可是决定只吃一半,把剩下的储备起来。他们采取这个预防措施,是想延缓以金刚鹦鹉充饥的时间;这种鹦鹉的肉是蓝色的,有强烈的麝香味儿。在随后的十几天中,他们根本没有见到阳光。脚下的土地变得潮湿、松软起来,好象火山灰似的,杂草越来越密,飞禽的啼鸣和猴子的尖叫越来越远——四周仿佛变得惨谈凄凉了。这个潮湿和寂寥的境地犹如“原罪”以前的蛮荒世界;在这儿,他们的鞋子陷进了油气腾腾的深坑,他们的大砍刀乱劈着血红色的百合花和金黄色的蝾螈,远古的回忆使他们受到压抑。整整一个星期,他们几乎没有说话,象梦游人一样在昏暗、悲凉的境地里行进,照明的只有萤火虫闪烁的微光,难闻的血腥气味使他们的肺部感到很不舒服。回头的路是没有的,因为他们开辟的小径一下了就不见了,几乎就在他们眼前长出了新的野草。“不要紧,”霍·阿·布恩蒂亚说。“主要是不迷失方向。”他不断地盯住罗盘的指针,继续领着大伙儿往看不见的北方前进,终于走出了魔区。他们周围是没有星光的黑夜,但是黑暗里充满了新鲜空气,经过长途跋涉,他们已经疲惫不堪,于是悬起吊床,两星期中第一次安静地睡了个大觉。醒来的时候,太阳已经升得很高,他们因此惊得发呆。在宁静的晨光里,就在他们前面,矗立着一艘西班牙大帆船,船体是白色、腐朽的,周围长满了羊齿植物和棕搁。帆船微微往右倾斜,在兰花装饰的索具之间,桅杆还很完整,垂着肮脏的船帆碎片,船身有一层石化贝壳和青苔形成的光滑的外壳,牢牢地陷入了坚实的土壤。看样子,整个船身处于孤寂的地方,被人忘却了,没有遭到时光的侵蚀,也没有受到飞禽的骚扰,探险队员们小心地察看了帆船内部,里面除了一大簇花卉,没有任何东西。
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intent [in'tent]

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n. 意图,目的,意向,含义 adj. 专心的,决心的,

 
universe ['ju:nivə:s]

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n. 宇宙,万物,世界

联想记忆
postpone [pə'spəun]

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vt. 延期,推迟

联想记忆
intact [in'tækt]

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adj. 完好无缺的,原封不动的,未经触碰的

联想记忆
slightly ['slaitli]

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adv. 些微地,苗条地

 
luminous ['lu:minəs]

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adj. 发光的,发亮的,清楚的,明白易懂的

联想记忆
route [ru:t]

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n. 路线,(固定)线路,途径
vt. 为 .

 
expedition [.ekspi'diʃən]

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n. 远征,探险队,迅速

联想记忆
invisible [in'vizəbl]

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adj. 看不见的,无形的
n. 隐形人(或物

 
tilted

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