《呼啸山庄》有声名著第二十九章02(中英对照)

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2011-5-11 11:12

《呼啸山庄》有声名著第二十九章02(中英对照)

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《呼啸山庄》是英国女作家勃朗特姐妹之一艾米莉·勃朗特的作品。小说描写吉卜赛弃儿希 斯克利夫被山庄老主人收养后,因受辱和恋爱不遂,外出致富,回来后对与其女友凯瑟琳结婚的地主林顿及其子女进行报复的故事。全篇充满强烈的反压迫、争幸福 的斗争精神,又始终笼罩着离奇、紧张的浪漫气氛。它开始曾被人看做是年青女作家脱离现实的天真幻想,但结合其所描写地区激烈的阶级斗争和英国的社会现象, 它不久便被评论界高度肯定,并受到读者的热烈欢迎。根据这部小说改编的影视作品至今久演不衰。

Chapter29-02

`You were very wicked, Mr Heathcliff!' I exclaimed, `were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?'

`I disturbed nobody, Nelly,' he replied; `and I gave some ease to myself. I shall be a great deal more comfortable now; and you'll have a better chance of keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years--incessantly--remorselessly--till yesternight; and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.'

`And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of then?' I said.

`Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!' he answered. `Do you suppose I dread any change of that sort? I expected such a transformation on raising the lid: but I'm better pleased that it should not commence till I share it. Besides, unless I had received a distinct impression of her passionless features, that strange feeling would hardly have been removed. It began oddly. You know I was wild after she died; and eternally, from dawn to dawn, praying her to return to me her spirit! I have a strong faith in ghosts: I have a conviction that they can, and do, exist among us! The day she was buried there came a fall of snow. In the evening I went to the churchyard. It blew bleak as winter--all round was solitary. I didn't fear that her fool of a husband would wander up the den so late; and no one else had business to bring them there. Being alone, and conscious two yards of loose earth was the sole barrier between us, I said to myself--"I'll have her in my arms again! If she be cold, I'll think it is this north wind that chills me; and if she be motionless, it is sleep." I got a spade from the toolhouse, and began to delve with all my might--it scraped the coffin; I fell to work with my hands; the wood commenced cracking about the screws; I was on the point of attaining my object, when it seemed that I heard a sigh from someone above, close at the edge of the grave, and bending down. "If I can only get this off," I muttered, "I wish they may shovel in the earth over us both!" and I wrenched at it more desperately still. There was another sigh, close at my ear. I appeared to feel the warm breath of it displacing the sleet-laden wind. I knew no living thing in flesh and blood was by; but, as certainly as you perceive the approach to some substantial body in the dark, though it cannot be discerned, so certainly I felt that Cathy was there: not under me, but on the earth. A sudden sense of relief flowed from my heart through every limb. I relinquished my labour of agony, and turned consoled at once: unspeakably consoled. Her presence was with me: it remained while I refilled the grave, and led me home. You may laugh, if you will; but I was sure I should see her there. I was sure she was with me, and I could not help talking to her. Having reached the Heights, I rushed eagerly to the door. It was fastened; and, I remember, that accursed Earnshaw and my wife opposed my entrance. I remember stopping to kick the breath out of him, and then hurrying upstairs, to my room and hers. I looked round impatiently--I felt her by me--I could almost see her, and yet I could not! I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning--from the fervour of my supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one. She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to me! And, since then, sometimes more and sometimes less, I've been the sport of that intolerable torture! Infernal! keeping my nerves at such a stretch, that, if they had not resembled catgut, they would long ago have relaxed to the feebleness of Linton's. When I sat in the house with Hareton, it seemed that on going out, I should meet her; when I walked on the moors I should meet her coming in. When I went from home, I hastened to return: she must be somewhere at the Heights, I was certain! And when I slept in her chamber--I was beaten out of that. I couldn't lie there; for the moment I closed my eyes, she was either outside the window, or sliding back the panels, or entering the room, or even resting her darling head on the same pillow as she did when a child; and I must open my lids to see. And so I opened and closed them a hundred times a night--to be always disappointed! It racked me! I've often groaned aloud, till that old rascal Joseph no doubt believed that my conscience was playing the fiend inside of me. Now, since I've seen her, I'm pacified--a little. It ~s a strange way of killing! not by inches, but by fractions and hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope, through eighteen years!'

Mr Heathcliff paused and wiped his forehead; his hair clung to it, wet with perspiration; his eyes were fixed on the red embers of the fire, the brows not contracted, but raised next the temples; diminishing the grim aspect of his countenance, but imparting a peculiar look of trouble, and a painful appearance of mental tension towards one absorbing subject. He only half addressed me, and I maintained silence. I didn't like to hear him talk! After a short period he resumed his meditation on the picture, took it down and leant it against the sofa to contemplate it at better advantage; and while so occupied Catherine entered, announcing that she was ready, when her pony should be saddled.

`Send that over tomorrow,' said Heathcliff to me; then turning to her, he added--`You may do without your pony: it is a fine evening, and you'll need no ponies at Wuthering Heights; for what journeys you take, your own feet will serve you. Come along.'

`Goodbye, Ellen!' whispered my dear little mistress. As she kissed me, her lips felt like ice. `Come and see me, Ellen; don't forget.'

`Take care you do no such thing, Mrs Dean!' said her new father. `When I wish to speak to you I'll come here. I want none of your prying at my house!'

He signed her to precede him; and casting back a look that cut my heart, she obeyed. I watched them from the window, walk down the garden. Heathcliff fixed Catherine's arm under his: though she disputed the act at first evidently; and with rapid strides he hurried her into the alley, whose trees concealed them.



第二十九章02

“你是非常恶毒的,希刺克厉夫先生!“我叫起来,“你扰及死者就不害臊吗?“

“我没有扰及任何人,耐莉,“他回答,“我给我自己一点安宁而已。如今我将要舒服多了;等我到那儿的时候你也能使我在地下躺得住了。扰及了她吗?不!她扰了我日日夜夜,十八年以来——不断地——毫无怜悯的——一直到昨夜;昨夜我平静了,我梦见我靠着那长眠者睡我最后的一觉,我的心停止了跳动,我的脸冰冷地偎着她的脸。“

“要是她已经化入泥土,或是更糟;那你还会梦见什么呢?“我说。

“梦见和她一同化掉,而且还会更快乐些!“他回答。“你以为我害怕那样的变化吗?我掀起棺盖时,我原等待着会有这么一个变化:但是我很高兴它还没有开始,那要等到我和它一同变化。而且,除非我脑子里清清楚楚地印下了她那冷若冰霜的面貌的印象,否则那种奇异的感觉是很难消除的。开始得很古怪。你知道她在死后我发狂了;每天每天我永远在祈求她的灵魂回到我这儿来!我很相信鬼魂,我相信它们能够,而且的确是生存在我们中间!她下葬的那天,下了雪。晚上我到墓园那儿去。风刮得阴冷如冬——四周是一片凄凉。我不怕她那个混蛋丈夫这么晚会荡到这幽谷中来;也没有别人会有事到那边去。我是单独一个人,而且我知道就这两码厚的松土是我们之间唯一的障碍,我对我自己说——‘我要把她再抱在我的怀里!如果她是冰冷的,我就认为是北风吹得我冷;如果她不动,那她是睡觉。’我从工具房拿到一把铲子,开始用我的全力去掘——挖到棺木了;我用我的手来搞;钉子四周的木头开始咯吱地响着;我马上就要得到我的目的物了,那时我仿佛听到上面有人叹气,就在坟边,而且俯身向下。‘如果我能掀开这个’我咕噜着,‘我愿他们用土把我们俩都埋起来!’我就更拚命地掀。在我耳边,又有一声叹息。我好像觉得那叹息的暖气代替了那夹着雨雪的风。我知道身边并没有血肉之躯的活物;但是,正如人们感到在黑暗中有什么活人走近来,可又并不能辨别是什么一样,我也那么确切地感到凯蒂在那儿:不是在我脚下,而是在地上。一种突然的轻松愉快的感觉从我心里涌出来,流过四肢。我放弃了我那悲痛的工作,马上获得了慰藉:说不出来的慰藉。她和我同在,在我又填平墓穴时,她逗留着,并且又领我回家。你要想笑,你尽管笑;可是我确信我在那儿看见了她。我确信她跟我在一起,我不能不跟她说话。到了山庄,我急切地冲到门前。门锁了;我记得,那个可诅咒的恩萧和我的妻子不让我进去。我记得我停下来,把他踢得喘不过气来,然后就赶忙上楼,到我的屋子和她的屋子里。我急躁地向四周望——我觉得她在我身边——我几乎看得见她,可是我看不见!我当时急得要冒出血来,出于苦苦的渴望——出于狂热的祈求只要看她一眼!我一眼也看不到。正如她生前一样像魔鬼似的捉弄我!而且,自此以后,或多或少,我就总是被那种不可容忍的折磨所捉弄!地狱呀!我的神经总是这么紧张;要是我的神经不像羊肠线的话,那早就松弛到林惇那样衰弱的地步了。当我同哈里顿坐在屋里的时候,仿佛我一走出去就会遇见她;当我在旷野散步的时候,仿佛我一回去就会遇见她。当我从家里出来时,我忙着回去;我肯定!她一定是在山庄的什么地方,而当我在她的屋子里睡觉时——我又非出来不可。我躺不住;因为我刚闭上眼,她要么就是在窗外,要么就溜进窗格,要么走进屋里来,要么甚至将她可爱的头靠在我的枕上,像她小时候那样。而我必须睁开眼睛看看。因此我在一夜间睁眼闭眼一百次——永远是失望!它折磨我!我常常大声呻吟,以至于那个老流氓约瑟夫一定以为是我的良心在我身体里面捣鬼。现在,既然我看见了她,我平静了——稍微平静了一点。那是一种奇怪的杀人方法:不是一寸寸的,而是像头发丝那样的一丝丝地割,十八年来就用幽灵样的希望来引诱我!“

希刺克厉夫停下来,擦擦他的额头;他的头发粘在上面,全被汗浸湿了。他的眼睛盯住壁炉的红红的余烬,眉毛并没皱起,却扬得高高地挨近鬓骨,减少了他脸上的阴沉神色,但有一种特别的烦恼样子,还有对待一件全神贯注的事情时那种内心紧张的痛苦表情。他只是一半对着我说话,我一直不开腔。我不喜欢听他说话!过了一刻,他又恢复了对那肖像的冥想,他把它取下来,把它靠在沙发上,以便更好地注视,正在这么专心看着的时候,凯瑟琳进来了,宣布她准备好了,就等她的小马装鞍了。

“明天送过来吧,“希刺克厉夫对我说;然后转身向她,他又说:“你可以不用你的小马:今晚天气不坏,而且你在呼啸山庄也用不着小马;不论你作什么样的旅行,你自己的脚可以侍候你。来吧。“

“再见,艾伦!“我亲爱的小女主人低声说。当她亲我时,她的嘴唇像冰似的。“来看我,艾伦,别忘了。“

“当心你不要作这种事,丁太太!“她的新父亲说,“我要跟你说话时,我一定会到这儿来。我可不要你偷偷到我家去!“

他作个手势叫她走在他前面;她回头望了一眼,使我心如刀割,她服从了。我在窗前望着他们顺着花园走去。希刺克厉夫把凯瑟琳的胳臂夹在他的胳臂里;虽然她起初显然是反对这样作;他跨开大步把她带到小路上,那边的树木把他们遮住不见了。