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世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第2章Part 4

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José Arcadio Buendía did not succeed in deciphering the dream of houses with mirror walls until the day he discovered ice. Then he thought he understood its deep meaning. He thought that in the near future they would be able to manufacture blocks of ice on a large scale from such a common material as water and with them build the new houses of the village. Macondo would no longer be a burning place, where the hinges and door knockers twisted with the heat, but would be changed into a wintry city. If he did not persevere in his attempts to build an ice factory, it was because at that time he was absolutely enthusiastic over the education of his sons, especially that of Aureliano, who from the first had revealed a strange intuition for alchemy. The laboratory had been dusted off. Reviewing Melquíades' notes, serene now, without the exaltation of novelty, in prolonged and patient sessions they tried to separate úrsula's gold from the debris that was stuck to the bottom of the pot. Young José Arcadio scarcely took part in the process. While his father was involved body and soul with his water pipe, the willful first-born, who had always been too big for his age, had become a monumental adolescent. His voice had changed. An incipient fuzz appeared on his upper lip. One night, as úrsula went into the room where he was undressing to go to bed, she felt a mingled sense of shame and pity: he was the first man that she had seen naked after her husband, and he was so well-equipped for life that he seemed abnormal. úrsula, pregnant for the third time, relived her newlywed terror.在看见冰块之前,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚始终猜不破自己梦见的玻璃房子。后来,他以为自己理解了这个梦境的深刻意义。他认为,不久的将来,他们就能用水这样的普通材料大规模地制作冰砖,来给全村建筑新的房子。当时,马孔多好象一个赤热的火炉,门闩和窗子的铰链都热得变了形;用冰砖修盖房子,马孔多就会变成一座永远凉爽的市镇了。如果霍·阿·布恩蒂亚没有坚持建立冰厂的打算,只是因为他当时全神贯注地教育两个儿子,特别是奥雷连诺,这孩子一开始就对炼金术表现了罕见的才能。试验室里的工作又紧张起来。现在,父子俩已经没有被新奇事物引起的那种激动心情,只是平平静静地反复阅读梅尔加德斯的笔记,持久而耐心地努力,试图从粘在锅底的一大块东西里面把乌苏娜的金子分离出来。大儿子霍·阿卡蒂奥几乎不参加这个工作。当父亲身心都沉湎于熔铁炉旁的工作时,这个身材过早超过年岁的任性的头生子,已经成了一个魁梧的青年。他的嗓音变粗了·脸颊和下巴都长出了茸毛。有一天晚上,他正在卧室里脱衣睡觉,乌苏娜走了进来,竟然产生了羞涩和怜恤的混合感觉,因为除了丈夫,她看见赤身露体的第一个男人就是儿子,而且儿子生理上显得反常,甚至使她吓了一跳。已经怀着第三个孩子的乌苏娜,重新感到了以前作新娘时的那种恐惧。
Around that time a merry, foul-mouthed, provocative woman came to the house to help with the chorea, and she knew how to read the future in cards. úrsula spoke to her about her son. She thought that his disproportionate size was something as unnatural as her cousin's tail of a pig. The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass. "Just the opposite," she said. "He'll be very lucky." In order to confirm her prediction she brought her cards to the house a few days later and locked herself up with José Arcadio in a granary off the kitchen. She calmly placed her cards on an old carpenter's bench. saying anything that came into her head, while the boy waited beside her, more bored than intrigued. Suddenly she reached out her hand and touched him. "Lordy!" she said, sincerely startled, and that was all she could say. José Arcadio felt his bones filling up with foam, a languid fear, and a terrible desire to weep. The woman made no insinuations. But José Arcadiokept looking for her all night long, for the smell of smoke that she had under her armpits and that had got caught under his skin. He wanted to be with her all the time, he wanted her to be his mother, for them never to leave the granary, and for her to say "Lordy!" to him. One day he could not stand it any more and. he went looking for her at her house: He made a formal visit, sitting uncomprehendingly in the living room without saying a word. At that moment he had no desire for her. He found her different, entirely foreign to the image that her smell brought on, as if she were someone else. He drank his coffee and left the house in depression. That night, during the frightful time of lying awake, he desired her again with a brutal anxiety, but he did not want her that time as she had been in the granary but as she had been that afternoon.那时,有个女人常来布恩蒂亚家里,帮助乌苏娜做些家务。这个女人愉快、热情、嘴尖,会用纸牌占卜。乌苏娜跟这女人谈了谈自己的忧虑。她觉得孩子的发育是不匀称的,就象她的亲戚长了条猪尾巴。女人止不住地放声大笑,笑声响彻了整座屋子,仿佛水晶玻璃铃铛。“恰恰相反,”她说。“他会有福气的。”“过了几天,为了证明自己的预言准确,她带来一副纸牌,把自己和霍·阿卡蒂奥锁在厨房旁边的库房里。她不慌不忙地在一张旧的木工台上摆开纸牌,口中念念有词;这时,年轻人伫立一旁,与其说对这套把戏感到兴趣,不如说觉得厌倦。忽然,占卜的女人伸手摸了他一下。“我的天!”她真正吃惊地叫了一声,就再也说不出什么话了。霍·阿卡蒂奥感到,他的骨头变得象海绵一样酥软,感到困乏和恐惧,好不容易才忍住泪水。女人一点也没有激励他。可他整夜都在找她,整夜都觉到她腋下发出的气味:这种气味仿佛渗进了他的躯体。他希望时时刻刻跟她在一起,希望她成为他的母亲,希望他和她永远也不走出库房,希望她向他说:“我的天!”重新摸他,重新说:“我的天!”有一日,他再也忍受不了这种烦恼了,就到她的家里去。这次访问是礼节性的,也是莫名其妙的——在整个访问中,霍·阿卡蒂奥一次也没开口。此刻他不需要她了。他觉得,她完全不象她的气味在他心中幻化的形象,仿佛这根本不是她。而是另一个人。他喝完咖啡,就十分沮丧地回家。夜里,他翻来覆去睡不着觉,又感到极度的难受,可他此刻渴望的不是跟他一起在库房里的那个女人,而是下午坐在他面前的那个女人了。
Days later the woman suddenly called him to her house, where she was alone with her mother, and she had him come into the bedroom with the pretext of showing him a deck of cards. Then she touched him with such freedom that he suffered a delusion after the initial shudder, and he felt more fear than pleasure. She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed. in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go we her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother's calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then, and he went out into the sleeping street. With all his heart he wanted the door to be barred and not just closed as she had promised him. But it was open. He pushed it with the tips of his fingersand the hinges yielded with a mournful and articulate moan that left a frozen echo inside of him. From the moment he entered, sideways and trying not to make a noise, he caught the smell. He was still in the hallway, where the woman's three brothers had their hammocks in positions that he could not see and that he could not determine in the darkness as he felt his way along the hall to push open the bedroom door and get his bearings there so as not to mistake the bed. He found it. He bumped against the ropes of the hammocks, which were lower than he had suspected, and a man who had been snoring until then turned in his sleep and said in a kind of delusion, "It was Wednesday." When he pushed open the bedroom door, he could not prevent it from scraping against the uneven floor. Suddenly, in the absolute darkness, he understood with a hopeless nostalgia that he was completely disoriented. Sleeping in the narrow room were the mother, another daughter with her husband and two children, and the woman, who may not have been there. He could have guided himself by the smell if the smell had not been all over the house, so devious and at the same time so definite, as it had always been on his skin. He did not move for a long time, wondering in fright how he had ever got to that abyss of abandonment, when a hand with all its fingers extended and feeling about in the darkness touched his face. He was not surprised, for without knowing, he had been expecting it. Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shapeless place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of úrsula, confusedly aware that he was doing something that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done,not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head, and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.过了几天,女人忽然把霍·阿卡蒂奥带到了她的家中,并且借口教他一种纸牌戏法,从她跟母亲坐在一起的房间里,把他领进一间卧窄。在这儿,她那么放肆地摸他,使得他浑身不住地战栗,但他感到的是恐惧,而不是快乐。随后,她叫他夜间再未。霍·阿卡蒂奥口头答应,心里却希望尽快摆脱她,——他知道自己天不能来的。然而夜间,躺在热烘烘的被窝里,他觉得自己应当去她那儿,即使自己不能这么干。他在黑暗中摸着穿上衣服,听到弟弟平静的呼吸声、隔壁房间里父亲的产咳声、院子里母鸡的咯咯声、蚊子的嗡嗡声、自己的心脏跳动声——世界上这些乱七八糟的声音以前是不曾引起他的注意的,然后,他走到沉入梦乡的街上。他满心希望房门是门上的,而下只是掩上的(她曾这样告诉过他)。担它井没有闩上。他用指尖一推房门,铰链就清晰地发出悲鸣,这种悲鸣在他心中引起的是冰凉的回响。他尽量不弄出响声,侧着身子走进房里,马上感觉到了那种气味,霍·阿卡蒂奥还在第一个房间里,女人的三个弟弟通常是悬起吊床过夜的;这些吊床在什么地方,他并不知道,在黑暗中也辨别不清,因此,他只得摸索着走到卧室门前,把门推开,找准方向,免得弄错床铺。他往前摸过去,立即撞上了一张吊床的床头,这个吊床低得出乎他的预料。一个正在乎静地打鼾的人,梦中翻了个身,声音有点悲观他说了句梦话:“那是星期三。”当霍·阿卡蒂奥推开卧室门的时候,他无法制止房门擦过凹凸不平的地面。他处在一团漆黑中,既苦恼又慌乱,明白自己终于迷失了方向。睡在这个狭窄房间里的,是母亲、她的第二个女儿和丈夫、两个孩子和另一个女人,这个女人显然不是等他的。他可以凭气味找到,然而到处都是气味,那么细微又那么明显的气味,就象现在经常留在他身上的那种气味。霍·阿卡蒂奥呆然不动地站了好久,惊骇地问了问自己,怎会陷入这个束手无策的境地,忽然有一只伸开指头的手在黑暗中摸索,碰到了他的面孔,他并不觉得奇怪,因为他下意识地正在等着别人摸他。他把自己交给了这只手,他在精疲力尽的状态中让它把他拉到看不见的床铺跟前;在这儿,有人脱掉了他的衣服,把他象一袋土豆似的举了起来,在一片漆黑里把他翻来覆去;在黑暗中,他的双手无用了,这儿不再闻女人的气味,只有阿莫尼亚的气味,他力图回忆她的面孔,他的眼前却恍惚浮现出乌苏娜的而孔;他模糊地觉得,他正在做他早就想做的事儿,尽倚他决不认为他能做这种事儿,他自己并不知道这该怎么做,并不知道双手放在哪儿,双脚放在哪儿,并不知道这是谁的脑袋、谁的腿;他觉得自己再也不能继续下去了,他渴望逃走,又渴望永远留在这种极度的寂静中,留在这种可怕的孤独中。
Her name was Pilar Ternera. She had been part of the exodus that ended with the founding of Macondo, dragged along by her family in order to separate her from the man who had raped her at fourteen and had continued to love her until she was twenty-two, but who never made up his mind to make the situation public because he was a man apart. He promised to follow her to the ends of the earth, but only later on, when he put his affairs in order, and she had become tired of waiting for him, always identifying him with the tall and short, blond and brunet men that her cards promised from land and sea within three days, three months, or three years. With her waiting she had lost the strength of her thighs, the firmness of her breasts, her habit of tenderness, but she kept the madness of her heart intact. Maddened by that prodigious plaything, José Arcadio followed her path every night through the labyrinth of the room. On a certain occasion he found the door barred, and he knocked several times, knowing that if hehad the boldness to knock the first time he would have had to knock until the last, and after an interminable wait she opened the door for him. During the day, lying down to dream, he would secretly enjoy the memories of the night before. But when she came into the house, merry, indifferent, chatty, he did not have to make any effort to hide his tension, because that woman, whose explosive laugh frightened off the doves, had nothing to do with the invisible power that taught him how to breathe from within and control his heartbeats, and that had permitted him to understand why man are afraid of death. He was so wrapped up in himself that he did not even understand the joy of everyone when his father and his brother aroused the household with the news that they had succeeded in penetrating the metallic debris and had separated úrsula's gold.这个女人叫做皮拉·苔列娜。按照父母的意愿,她参加过最终建立马孔多村的长征。父母想让自己的女儿跟一个男人分开,她十四岁时,那人就使她失去了贞操,她满二十二岁时,他还继续跟她生在一起,可是怎么也拿不定使婚姻合法化的主意,因为他不是她本村的人。他发誓说,他要跟随她到夭涯海角,但要等他把自己的事情搞好以后;从那时起,她就一直等着他,已经失去了相见的希望,尽管纸牌经常向她预示,将有各式各样的男人来找她,高的和矮的、金发和黑发的;有的从陆上来,有的从海上来,有的过三天来,有的过三月来,有的过三年来。等呀盼呀,她的大腿已经失去了劲头,胸脯已经失去了弹性,她已疏远了男人的爱抚,可是心里还很狂热。现在,霍·阿卡蒂奥对新颖而奇异的玩耍入了迷,每天夜里都到迷宫式的房间里来找她。有一回,他发现房门是闩上的,就笃笃地敲门;他以为,他既有勇气敲第一次,那就应当敲到底……等了许久,她才把门打开。白天,他因睡眠不足躺下了,还在暗暗回味昨夜的事。可是,皮拉·苔列娜来到布恩蒂亚家里的时候,显得高高兴兴、满不在乎、笑语联珠,霍·阿卡蒂奥不必费劲地掩饰自己的紧张,因为这个女人响亮的笑声能够吓跑在院子里踱来踱去的鸽子,她跟那个具有无形力量的女人毫无共同之处,那个女人曾经教他如何屏住呼吸和控制心跳,帮助他了解男人为什么怕死。他全神贯注于自己的体会,甚至不了解周围的人在高兴什么,这时,他的父亲和弟弟说,他们终于透过金属渣滓取出了乌苏娜的金子,这个消息简直震动了整座房子。
They had succeeded, as a matter of fact, after putting in complicated and persevering days at it. úrsula was happy, and she even gave thanks to God for the invention of alchemy, while the people of the village crushed into the laboratory, and they served them guava jelly on crackers to celebrate the wonder, and José Arcadio Buendía let them see the crucible with the recovered gold, as if he had just invented it. Showing it all around, he ended up in front of his older son, who during the past few days had barely put in an appearance in the laboratory. He put the dry and yellowish mass in front of his eyes and asked him: "What does it look like to you?" 事实上,他们是经过多日坚持不懈的努力取得成功的。乌苏娜挺高兴,甚至感谢上帝发明了炼金术,村里的居民挤进试验室,主人就拿抹上番石榴酱的烤饼招待他们,庆祝这个奇迹的出现,而霍·阿·布恩蒂亚却让他们参观一个坩埚,里面放着复原的金子,他的神情仿佛表示这金子是他刚刚发明的,他从一个人走到另一个人跟前,最后来到大儿子身边。大儿子最近几乎不来试验室了。布恩蒂亚把一块微黄的干硬东西拿到他的眼前,问道,“你看这象什么?”
José Arcadio answered sincerely:"Dog shit."霍·阿卡蒂奥直耿耿地回答:“象狗屎。”

José Arcadio Buendía did not succeed in deciphering the dream of houses with mirror walls until the day he discovered ice. Then he thought he understood its deep meaning. He thought that in the near future they would be able to manufacture blocks of ice on a large scale from such a common material as water and with them build the new houses of the village. Macondo would no longer be a burning place, where the hinges and door knockers twisted with the heat, but would be changed into a wintry city. If he did not persevere in his attempts to build an ice factory, it was because at that time he was absolutely enthusiastic over the education of his sons, especially that of Aureliano, who from the first had revealed a strange intuition for alchemy. The laboratory had been dusted off. Reviewing Melquíades' notes, serene now, without the exaltation of novelty, in prolonged and patient sessions they tried to separate úrsula's gold from the debris that was stuck to the bottom of the pot. Young José Arcadio scarcely took part in the process. While his father was involved body and soul with his water pipe, the willful first-born, who had always been too big for his age, had become a monumental adolescent. His voice had changed. An incipient fuzz appeared on his upper lip. One night, as úrsula went into the room where he was undressing to go to bed, she felt a mingled sense of shame and pity: he was the first man that she had seen naked after her husband, and he was so well-equipped for life that he seemed abnormal. úrsula, pregnant for the third time, relived her newlywed terror.
Around that time a merry, foul-mouthed, provocative woman came to the house to help with the chorea, and she knew how to read the future in cards. úrsula spoke to her about her son. She thought that his disproportionate size was something as unnatural as her cousin's tail of a pig. The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass. "Just the opposite," she said. "He'll be very lucky." In order to confirm her prediction she brought her cards to the house a few days later and locked herself up with José Arcadio in a granary off the kitchen. She calmly placed her cards on an old carpenter's bench. saying anything that came into her head, while the boy waited beside her, more bored than intrigued. Suddenly she reached out her hand and touched him. "Lordy!" she said, sincerely startled, and that was all she could say. José Arcadio felt his bones filling up with foam, a languid fear, and a terrible desire to weep. The woman made no insinuations. But José Arcadiokept looking for her all night long, for the smell of smoke that she had under her armpits and that had got caught under his skin. He wanted to be with her all the time, he wanted her to be his mother, for them never to leave the granary, and for her to say "Lordy!" to him. One day he could not stand it any more and. he went looking for her at her house: He made a formal visit, sitting uncomprehendingly in the living room without saying a word. At that moment he had no desire for her. He found her different, entirely foreign to the image that her smell brought on, as if she were someone else. He drank his coffee and left the house in depression. That night, during the frightful time of lying awake, he desired her again with a brutal anxiety, but he did not want her that time as she had been in the granary but as she had been that afternoon.
Days later the woman suddenly called him to her house, where she was alone with her mother, and she had him come into the bedroom with the pretext of showing him a deck of cards. Then she touched him with such freedom that he suffered a delusion after the initial shudder, and he felt more fear than pleasure. She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed. in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go we her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother's calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then, and he went out into the sleeping street. With all his heart he wanted the door to be barred and not just closed as she had promised him. But it was open. He pushed it with the tips of his fingersand the hinges yielded with a mournful and articulate moan that left a frozen echo inside of him. From the moment he entered, sideways and trying not to make a noise, he caught the smell. He was still in the hallway, where the woman's three brothers had their hammocks in positions that he could not see and that he could not determine in the darkness as he felt his way along the hall to push open the bedroom door and get his bearings there so as not to mistake the bed. He found it. He bumped against the ropes of the hammocks, which were lower than he had suspected, and a man who had been snoring until then turned in his sleep and said in a kind of delusion, "It was Wednesday." When he pushed open the bedroom door, he could not prevent it from scraping against the uneven floor. Suddenly, in the absolute darkness, he understood with a hopeless nostalgia that he was completely disoriented. Sleeping in the narrow room were the mother, another daughter with her husband and two children, and the woman, who may not have been there. He could have guided himself by the smell if the smell had not been all over the house, so devious and at the same time so definite, as it had always been on his skin. He did not move for a long time, wondering in fright how he had ever got to that abyss of abandonment, when a hand with all its fingers extended and feeling about in the darkness touched his face. He was not surprised, for without knowing, he had been expecting it. Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shapeless place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of úrsula, confusedly aware that he was doing something that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done,not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head, and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.
Her name was Pilar Ternera. She had been part of the exodus that ended with the founding of Macondo, dragged along by her family in order to separate her from the man who had raped her at fourteen and had continued to love her until she was twenty-two, but who never made up his mind to make the situation public because he was a man apart. He promised to follow her to the ends of the earth, but only later on, when he put his affairs in order, and she had become tired of waiting for him, always identifying him with the tall and short, blond and brunet men that her cards promised from land and sea within three days, three months, or three years. With her waiting she had lost the strength of her thighs, the firmness of her breasts, her habit of tenderness, but she kept the madness of her heart intact. Maddened by that prodigious plaything, José Arcadio followed her path every night through the labyrinth of the room. On a certain occasion he found the door barred, and he knocked several times, knowing that if hehad the boldness to knock the first time he would have had to knock until the last, and after an interminable wait she opened the door for him. During the day, lying down to dream, he would secretly enjoy the memories of the night before. But when she came into the house, merry, indifferent, chatty, he did not have to make any effort to hide his tension, because that woman, whose explosive laugh frightened off the doves, had nothing to do with the invisible power that taught him how to breathe from within and control his heartbeats, and that had permitted him to understand why man are afraid of death. He was so wrapped up in himself that he did not even understand the joy of everyone when his father and his brother aroused the household with the news that they had succeeded in penetrating the metallic debris and had separated úrsula's gold.
They had succeeded, as a matter of fact, after putting in complicated and persevering days at it. úrsula was happy, and she even gave thanks to God for the invention of alchemy, while the people of the village crushed into the laboratory, and they served them guava jelly on crackers to celebrate the wonder, and José Arcadio Buendía let them see the crucible with the recovered gold, as if he had just invented it. Showing it all around, he ended up in front of his older son, who during the past few days had barely put in an appearance in the laboratory. He put the dry and yellowish mass in front of his eyes and asked him: "What does it look like to you?"

José Arcadio answered sincerely:"Dog shit."


在看见冰块之前,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚始终猜不破自己梦见的玻璃房子。后来,他以为自己理解了这个梦境的深刻意义。他认为,不久的将来,他们就能用水这样的普通材料大规模地制作冰砖,来给全村建筑新的房子。当时,马孔多好象一个赤热的火炉,门闩和窗子的铰链都热得变了形;用冰砖修盖房子,马孔多就会变成一座永远凉爽的市镇了。如果霍·阿·布恩蒂亚没有坚持建立冰厂的打算,只是因为他当时全神贯注地教育两个儿子,特别是奥雷连诺,这孩子一开始就对炼金术表现了罕见的才能。试验室里的工作又紧张起来。现在,父子俩已经没有被新奇事物引起的那种激动心情,只是平平静静地反复阅读梅尔加德斯的笔记,持久而耐心地努力,试图从粘在锅底的一大块东西里面把乌苏娜的金子分离出来。大儿子霍·阿卡蒂奥几乎不参加这个工作。当父亲身心都沉湎于熔铁炉旁的工作时,这个身材过早超过年岁的任性的头生子,已经成了一个魁梧的青年。他的嗓音变粗了·脸颊和下巴都长出了茸毛。有一天晚上,他正在卧室里脱衣睡觉,乌苏娜走了进来,竟然产生了羞涩和怜恤的混合感觉,因为除了丈夫,她看见赤身露体的第一个男人就是儿子,而且儿子生理上显得反常,甚至使她吓了一跳。已经怀着第三个孩子的乌苏娜,重新感到了以前作新娘时的那种恐惧。
那时,有个女人常来布恩蒂亚家里,帮助乌苏娜做些家务。这个女人愉快、热情、嘴尖,会用纸牌占卜。乌苏娜跟这女人谈了谈自己的忧虑。她觉得孩子的发育是不匀称的,就象她的亲戚长了条猪尾巴。女人止不住地放声大笑,笑声响彻了整座屋子,仿佛水晶玻璃铃铛。“恰恰相反,”她说。“他会有福气的。”“过了几天,为了证明自己的预言准确,她带来一副纸牌,把自己和霍·阿卡蒂奥锁在厨房旁边的库房里。她不慌不忙地在一张旧的木工台上摆开纸牌,口中念念有词;这时,年轻人伫立一旁,与其说对这套把戏感到兴趣,不如说觉得厌倦。忽然,占卜的女人伸手摸了他一下。“我的天!”她真正吃惊地叫了一声,就再也说不出什么话了。霍·阿卡蒂奥感到,他的骨头变得象海绵一样酥软,感到困乏和恐惧,好不容易才忍住泪水。女人一点也没有激励他。可他整夜都在找她,整夜都觉到她腋下发出的气味:这种气味仿佛渗进了他的躯体。他希望时时刻刻跟她在一起,希望她成为他的母亲,希望他和她永远也不走出库房,希望她向他说:“我的天!”重新摸他,重新说:“我的天!”有一日,他再也忍受不了这种烦恼了,就到她的家里去。这次访问是礼节性的,也是莫名其妙的——在整个访问中,霍·阿卡蒂奥一次也没开口。此刻他不需要她了。他觉得,她完全不象她的气味在他心中幻化的形象,仿佛这根本不是她。而是另一个人。他喝完咖啡,就十分沮丧地回家。夜里,他翻来覆去睡不着觉,又感到极度的难受,可他此刻渴望的不是跟他一起在库房里的那个女人,而是下午坐在他面前的那个女人了。
过了几天,女人忽然把霍·阿卡蒂奥带到了她的家中,并且借口教他一种纸牌戏法,从她跟母亲坐在一起的房间里,把他领进一间卧窄。在这儿,她那么放肆地摸他,使得他浑身不住地战栗,但他感到的是恐惧,而不是快乐。随后,她叫他夜间再未。霍·阿卡蒂奥口头答应,心里却希望尽快摆脱她,——他知道自己天不能来的。然而夜间,躺在热烘烘的被窝里,他觉得自己应当去她那儿,即使自己不能这么干。他在黑暗中摸着穿上衣服,听到弟弟平静的呼吸声、隔壁房间里父亲的产咳声、院子里母鸡的咯咯声、蚊子的嗡嗡声、自己的心脏跳动声——世界上这些乱七八糟的声音以前是不曾引起他的注意的,然后,他走到沉入梦乡的街上。他满心希望房门是门上的,而下只是掩上的(她曾这样告诉过他)。担它井没有闩上。他用指尖一推房门,铰链就清晰地发出悲鸣,这种悲鸣在他心中引起的是冰凉的回响。他尽量不弄出响声,侧着身子走进房里,马上感觉到了那种气味,霍·阿卡蒂奥还在第一个房间里,女人的三个弟弟通常是悬起吊床过夜的;这些吊床在什么地方,他并不知道,在黑暗中也辨别不清,因此,他只得摸索着走到卧室门前,把门推开,找准方向,免得弄错床铺。他往前摸过去,立即撞上了一张吊床的床头,这个吊床低得出乎他的预料。一个正在乎静地打鼾的人,梦中翻了个身,声音有点悲观他说了句梦话:“那是星期三。”当霍·阿卡蒂奥推开卧室门的时候,他无法制止房门擦过凹凸不平的地面。他处在一团漆黑中,既苦恼又慌乱,明白自己终于迷失了方向。睡在这个狭窄房间里的,是母亲、她的第二个女儿和丈夫、两个孩子和另一个女人,这个女人显然不是等他的。他可以凭气味找到,然而到处都是气味,那么细微又那么明显的气味,就象现在经常留在他身上的那种气味。霍·阿卡蒂奥呆然不动地站了好久,惊骇地问了问自己,怎会陷入这个束手无策的境地,忽然有一只伸开指头的手在黑暗中摸索,碰到了他的面孔,他并不觉得奇怪,因为他下意识地正在等着别人摸他。他把自己交给了这只手,他在精疲力尽的状态中让它把他拉到看不见的床铺跟前;在这儿,有人脱掉了他的衣服,把他象一袋土豆似的举了起来,在一片漆黑里把他翻来覆去;在黑暗中,他的双手无用了,这儿不再闻女人的气味,只有阿莫尼亚的气味,他力图回忆她的面孔,他的眼前却恍惚浮现出乌苏娜的而孔;他模糊地觉得,他正在做他早就想做的事儿,尽倚他决不认为他能做这种事儿,他自己并不知道这该怎么做,并不知道双手放在哪儿,双脚放在哪儿,并不知道这是谁的脑袋、谁的腿;他觉得自己再也不能继续下去了,他渴望逃走,又渴望永远留在这种极度的寂静中,留在这种可怕的孤独中。
这个女人叫做皮拉·苔列娜。按照父母的意愿,她参加过最终建立马孔多村的长征。父母想让自己的女儿跟一个男人分开,她十四岁时,那人就使她失去了贞操,她满二十二岁时,他还继续跟她生在一起,可是怎么也拿不定使婚姻合法化的主意,因为他不是她本村的人。他发誓说,他要跟随她到夭涯海角,但要等他把自己的事情搞好以后;从那时起,她就一直等着他,已经失去了相见的希望,尽管纸牌经常向她预示,将有各式各样的男人来找她,高的和矮的、金发和黑发的;有的从陆上来,有的从海上来,有的过三天来,有的过三月来,有的过三年来。等呀盼呀,她的大腿已经失去了劲头,胸脯已经失去了弹性,她已疏远了男人的爱抚,可是心里还很狂热。现在,霍·阿卡蒂奥对新颖而奇异的玩耍入了迷,每天夜里都到迷宫式的房间里来找她。有一回,他发现房门是闩上的,就笃笃地敲门;他以为,他既有勇气敲第一次,那就应当敲到底……等了许久,她才把门打开。白天,他因睡眠不足躺下了,还在暗暗回味昨夜的事。可是,皮拉·苔列娜来到布恩蒂亚家里的时候,显得高高兴兴、满不在乎、笑语联珠,霍·阿卡蒂奥不必费劲地掩饰自己的紧张,因为这个女人响亮的笑声能够吓跑在院子里踱来踱去的鸽子,她跟那个具有无形力量的女人毫无共同之处,那个女人曾经教他如何屏住呼吸和控制心跳,帮助他了解男人为什么怕死。他全神贯注于自己的体会,甚至不了解周围的人在高兴什么,这时,他的父亲和弟弟说,他们终于透过金属渣滓取出了乌苏娜的金子,这个消息简直震动了整座房子。
事实上,他们是经过多日坚持不懈的努力取得成功的。乌苏娜挺高兴,甚至感谢上帝发明了炼金术,村里的居民挤进试验室,主人就拿抹上番石榴酱的烤饼招待他们,庆祝这个奇迹的出现,而霍·阿·布恩蒂亚却让他们参观一个坩埚,里面放着复原的金子,他的神情仿佛表示这金子是他刚刚发明的,他从一个人走到另一个人跟前,最后来到大儿子身边。大儿子最近几乎不来试验室了。布恩蒂亚把一块微黄的干硬东西拿到他的眼前,问道,“你看这象什么?”
霍·阿卡蒂奥直耿耿地回答:“象狗屎。”
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