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世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第7章Part 9

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In spite of his triumphal return, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was not enthusiastic over the looks of things. The government troops abandoned their positions without resistance and that aroused an illusion of victory among the Liberal population that it was not right to destroy, but the revolutionaries knew the truth, Colonel Aureliano Buendía better than any of them. Although at that moment he had more than five thousand men under his command and held two coastal states, he had the feeling of being hemmed in against the sea and caught in a situation that was so confused that when he ordered the restoration of the church steeple, which had been knocked down by army cannon fire, Father Nicanor commented from his sickbed: "This is silly; the defenders of the faith of Christ destroy the church and the Masons order it rebuilt." Looking for a loophole through which he could escape, he spent hours on end in the telegraph office conferring with the commanders of other towns, and every time he would emerge with the firmest impression that the war was at a stalemate. When news of fresh liberal victories was received it was celebrated with jubilant proclamations, but he would measure the real extent of them on the map and could see that his forces were penetrating into the jungle, defending themselves against malaria and mosquitoes, advancing in the opposite direction from reality. "We're wasting time," he would complain to his officers. "We're wasting time while the bastards in the party are begging for seats in congress." Lying awake at night, stretched out on his back in a hammock in the same room where he had awaited death, he would evoke the image of lawyers dressed in black leaving the presidential palace in the icy cold of early morning with their coat collars turned up about their ears, rubbing their hands, whispering, taking refuge in dreary early-morning cafés to speculate over what the president had meant when he said yes, or what he had meant when he said no, and even to imagine what the president was thinking when he said something quite different, as he chased away mosquitoes at a temperature of ninety-five degrees, feeling the approach of the fearsome dawn when he would have to give his men the command to jump into the sea.尽管奥雷连诺上校是凯旋归来的,但是表面的顺利并没有迷惑住他。政府军未经抵抗就放弃了他们的阵地,这就给同情自由党的居民造成胜利的幻觉,这种幻觉虽然是不该消除的,但是起义的人知道真情,奥雷连诺上校则比他们任何人都更清楚。他统率了五千多名士兵,控制了沿海两州,但他明白自己被截断了与其他地区的联系,给挤到了海滨,处于十分含糊的政治地位,所以,当他下令修复政府军大炮毁坏的教堂钟楼时,难怪患病的尼康诺神父在床上说:“真是怪事——基督教徒毁掉教堂,共济会员却下令重建。”为了寻求出路,奥雷连诺上校一连几个小时呆在电报室里,跟其他起义部队的指挥官商量,而每次离开电报室,他都越来越相信战争陷入了绝境。每当得到起义者胜利的消息,他们都兴高采烈地告诉人民,可是奥雷连诺上校在地图上测度了这些胜利的真实价值之后,却相信他的部队正在深入丛林,而且为了防御疟疾和蚊子,正在朝着与现实相反的方向前进。“咱们正在失去时间,”他向自己的军官们抱怨说。“党内的那些蠢货为自己祈求国会里的席位,咱们还要失去时间。”在他不久以前等待枪决的房间里悬着一个吊铺,每当不眠之夜仰卧铺上时,奥雷连诺上校都往想象那些身穿黑色衣服的法学家——他们如何在冰冷的清晨走出总统的府邸,把大衣领子翻到耳边,搓着双手,窃窃私语,并且躲到昏暗的通宵咖啡馆去,反复推测:总统说“是”的时候,真正想说什么;总统说“不”的时候,又真正想说什么,他们甚至猜测:总统所说的跟他所想的完全相反时,他所想的究竟是什么;然而与此同时,他奥雷连诺上校却在三十五度的酷热里驱赶蚊子,感到可怕的黎明正在一股脑儿地逼近:随着黎明的到来,他不得不向自己的部队发出跳海的命令。
One night of uncertainty, when Pilar Ternera was singing in the courtyard with the soldiers, he asked her to read the future in her cards. "Watch out for your mouth," was all that Pilar Ternera brought out after spreading and picking up the cards three times. "I don't know what it means, but the sign is very clear. Watch out for your mouth." Two days later someone gave an orderly a mug of black coffee and the orderly passed it on to someone else and that one to someone else until, hand to hand, it reached Colonel Aureliano Buendía office. He had not asked for any coffee, but since it was there the colonel drank it. It had a dose of nux vomica strong enough to kill a horse. When they took him home he was stiff and arched and his tongue was sticking out between his teeth. úrsula fought against death over him. After cleaning out his stomach with emetics, she wrapped him in hot blankets and fed him egg whites for two days until his harrowed body recovered its normal temperature. On the fourth day he was out of danger. Against his will, pressured by úrsula and his officers, he stayed in bed for another week. Only then did he learn that his verses had not been burned. "I didn't want to be hasty," úrsula explained to him. "That night when I went to light the oven I said to myself that it would be better to wait until they brought the body." In the haze of convalescence, surrounded by Remedios' dusty dolls, Colonel Aureliano Buendía, brought back the decisive periods of his existence by reading his poetry. He started writing again. For many hours, balancing on the edge of the surprises of a war with no future, in rhymed verse he resolved his experience on the shores of death. Then his thoughts became so clear that he was able to examine them forward and backward. One night he asked Colonel Gerineldo Márquez:在这样一个充满疑虑的夜晚,听到皮拉·苔列娜跟士兵们在院子里唱歌,他就请她占卜。“当心你的嘴巴,”皮拉·苔列娜摊开纸牌,然后又把纸牌收拢起来,摆弄了三次才说,“我不知道这是什么意思,但征兆是很明显的。当心你的嘴巴。”过了两天,有人把一杯无糖的咖啡给一个勤务兵,这个勤务兵把它传给另一个勤务兵,第二个勤务兵又拿它传给第三个勤务兵,传来传去,最后出现在奥雷连诺上校的办公室里。上校并没有要咖啡,可是既然有人把它送来了,他拿起来就喝。咖啡里放了若干足以毒死一匹牲口的士的宁。奥雷连诺上校给抬回家去的时候,身体都变得僵直了,舌头也从嘴里吐了出来。乌苏娜从死神手里抢救儿子。她用催吐剂清除他胃里的东西,拿暖和的长毛绒被子把他裹了起来,喂了他两天蛋白,直到他的身体恢复正常的温度。第四天,上校脱离了危险。由于乌苏娜和军官们的坚持,他不顾自己的愿望继续在床上躺了整整一个星期。在这些日子里,他才知道他写的诗没有烧掉。“我不想慌里慌张,”乌苏娜解释说。“那天晚上我生炉子的时候,我对自己说:最好等到人家把他的尸体抬回来的时候吧。”在疗养中,周围是雷麦黛丝的落满尘土的玩具,奥雷连诺上校重读自己的诗稿,想起了自己一生中那些决定性的时刻。他又开始写诗。躺卧病榻使他脱离了陷入绝境的、变化无常的战争,他就用押韵的诗歌分析了他同死亡斗争的经验。他的头脑逐渐清楚,能够思前想后了。有天晚上,他问格林列尔多·马克斯上校:
"Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?"“请你告诉我,朋友,你是为什么战斗呀?”
"What other reason could there be?" Colonel Gerineldo Márquez answered. "For the great liberal party."“能有什么其他原因呢?”格林列尔多·马克斯上校回答。“为了伟大的自由党呗。”
"You're lucky because you know why," he answered. "As far as I'm concerned, I've come to realize only just now that I'm fighting because of pride."“你很幸福,因为你知道为什么战斗,”他回答,“而我现在才明白,我是由于骄傲才参加战斗的。”
"That's bad," Colonel Gerineldo Márquez said.“这不好,”格林列尔多·马克斯说。

In spite of his triumphal return, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was not enthusiastic over the looks of things. The government troops abandoned their positions without resistance and that aroused an illusion of victory among the Liberal population that it was not right to destroy, but the revolutionaries knew the truth, Colonel Aureliano Buendía better than any of them. Although at that moment he had more than five thousand men under his command and held two coastal states, he had the feeling of being hemmed in against the sea and caught in a situation that was so confused that when he ordered the restoration of the church steeple, which had been knocked down by army cannon fire, Father Nicanor commented from his sickbed: "This is silly; the defenders of the faith of Christ destroy the church and the Masons order it rebuilt." Looking for a loophole through which he could escape, he spent hours on end in the telegraph office conferring with the commanders of other towns, and every time he would emerge with the firmest impression that the war was at a stalemate. When news of fresh liberal victories was received it was celebrated with jubilant proclamations, but he would measure the real extent of them on the map and could see that his forces were penetrating into the jungle, defending themselves against malaria and mosquitoes, advancing in the opposite direction from reality. "We're wasting time," he would complain to his officers. "We're wasting time while the bastards in the party are begging for seats in congress." Lying awake at night, stretched out on his back in a hammock in the same room where he had awaited death, he would evoke the image of lawyers dressed in black leaving the presidential palace in the icy cold of early morning with their coat collars turned up about their ears, rubbing their hands, whispering, taking refuge in dreary early-morning cafés to speculate over what the president had meant when he said yes, or what he had meant when he said no, and even to imagine what the president was thinking when he said something quite different, as he chased away mosquitoes at a temperature of ninety-five degrees, feeling the approach of the fearsome dawn when he would have to give his men the command to jump into the sea.
One night of uncertainty, when Pilar Ternera was singing in the courtyard with the soldiers, he asked her to read the future in her cards. "Watch out for your mouth," was all that Pilar Ternera brought out after spreading and picking up the cards three times. "I don't know what it means, but the sign is very clear. Watch out for your mouth." Two days later someone gave an orderly a mug of black coffee and the orderly passed it on to someone else and that one to someone else until, hand to hand, it reached Colonel Aureliano Buendía office. He had not asked for any coffee, but since it was there the colonel drank it. It had a dose of nux vomica strong enough to kill a horse. When they took him home he was stiff and arched and his tongue was sticking out between his teeth. úrsula fought against death over him. After cleaning out his stomach with emetics, she wrapped him in hot blankets and fed him egg whites for two days until his harrowed body recovered its normal temperature. On the fourth day he was out of danger. Against his will, pressured by úrsula and his officers, he stayed in bed for another week. Only then did he learn that his verses had not been burned. "I didn't want to be hasty," úrsula explained to him. "That night when I went to light the oven I said to myself that it would be better to wait until they brought the body." In the haze of convalescence, surrounded by Remedios' dusty dolls, Colonel Aureliano Buendía, brought back the decisive periods of his existence by reading his poetry. He started writing again. For many hours, balancing on the edge of the surprises of a war with no future, in rhymed verse he resolved his experience on the shores of death. Then his thoughts became so clear that he was able to examine them forward and backward. One night he asked Colonel Gerineldo Márquez:
"Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?"
"What other reason could there be?" Colonel Gerineldo Márquez answered. "For the great liberal party."
"You're lucky because you know why," he answered. "As far as I'm concerned, I've come to realize only just now that I'm fighting because of pride."
"That's bad," Colonel Gerineldo Márquez said.


尽管奥雷连诺上校是凯旋归来的,但是表面的顺利并没有迷惑住他。政府军未经抵抗就放弃了他们的阵地,这就给同情自由党的居民造成胜利的幻觉,这种幻觉虽然是不该消除的,但是起义的人知道真情,奥雷连诺上校则比他们任何人都更清楚。他统率了五千多名士兵,控制了沿海两州,但他明白自己被截断了与其他地区的联系,给挤到了海滨,处于十分含糊的政治地位,所以,当他下令修复政府军大炮毁坏的教堂钟楼时,难怪患病的尼康诺神父在床上说:“真是怪事——基督教徒毁掉教堂,共济会员却下令重建。”为了寻求出路,奥雷连诺上校一连几个小时呆在电报室里,跟其他起义部队的指挥官商量,而每次离开电报室,他都越来越相信战争陷入了绝境。每当得到起义者胜利的消息,他们都兴高采烈地告诉人民,可是奥雷连诺上校在地图上测度了这些胜利的真实价值之后,却相信他的部队正在深入丛林,而且为了防御疟疾和蚊子,正在朝着与现实相反的方向前进。“咱们正在失去时间,”他向自己的军官们抱怨说。“党内的那些蠢货为自己祈求国会里的席位,咱们还要失去时间。”在他不久以前等待枪决的房间里悬着一个吊铺,每当不眠之夜仰卧铺上时,奥雷连诺上校都往想象那些身穿黑色衣服的法学家——他们如何在冰冷的清晨走出总统的府邸,把大衣领子翻到耳边,搓着双手,窃窃私语,并且躲到昏暗的通宵咖啡馆去,反复推测:总统说“是”的时候,真正想说什么;总统说“不”的时候,又真正想说什么,他们甚至猜测:总统所说的跟他所想的完全相反时,他所想的究竟是什么;然而与此同时,他奥雷连诺上校却在三十五度的酷热里驱赶蚊子,感到可怕的黎明正在一股脑儿地逼近:随着黎明的到来,他不得不向自己的部队发出跳海的命令。

在这样一个充满疑虑的夜晚,听到皮拉·苔列娜跟士兵们在院子里唱歌,他就请她占卜。“当心你的嘴巴,”皮拉·苔列娜摊开纸牌,然后又把纸牌收拢起来,摆弄了三次才说,“我不知道这是什么意思,但征兆是很明显的。当心你的嘴巴。”过了两天,有人把一杯无糖的咖啡给一个勤务兵,这个勤务兵把它传给另一个勤务兵,第二个勤务兵又拿它传给第三个勤务兵,传来传去,最后出现在奥雷连诺上校的办公室里。上校并没有要咖啡,可是既然有人把它送来了,他拿起来就喝。咖啡里放了若干足以毒死一匹牲口的士的宁。奥雷连诺上校给抬回家去的时候,身体都变得僵直了,舌头也从嘴里吐了出来。乌苏娜从死神手里抢救儿子。她用催吐剂清除他胃里的东西,拿暖和的长毛绒被子把他裹了起来,喂了他两天蛋白,直到他的身体恢复正常的温度。第四天,上校脱离了危险。由于乌苏娜和军官们的坚持,他不顾自己的愿望继续在床上躺了整整一个星期。在这些日子里,他才知道他写的诗没有烧掉。“我不想慌里慌张,”乌苏娜解释说。“那天晚上我生炉子的时候,我对自己说:最好等到人家把他的尸体抬回来的时候吧。”在疗养中,周围是雷麦黛丝的落满尘土的玩具,奥雷连诺上校重读自己的诗稿,想起了自己一生中那些决定性的时刻。他又开始写诗。躺卧病榻使他脱离了陷入绝境的、变化无常的战争,他就用押韵的诗歌分析了他同死亡斗争的经验。他的头脑逐渐清楚,能够思前想后了。有天晚上,他问格林列尔多·马克斯上校:
“请你告诉我,朋友,你是为什么战斗呀?”
“能有什么其他原因呢?”格林列尔多·马克斯上校回答。“为了伟大的自由党呗。”
“你很幸福,因为你知道为什么战斗,”他回答,“而我现在才明白,我是由于骄傲才参加战斗的。”
“这不好,”格林列尔多·马克斯说。
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