第41章

类别:其他 作者:H。 G。 Wells字数:3636更新时间:18/12/27 08:56:22
accursedlife;andTHERE——somewherelosttome——thingswerehappening——momentous,terriblethings……Ilivedatnights——mydays,mywakingdays,thislifeIamlivingnow,becameafaded,far-awaydream,adrabsetting,thecoverofthebook。“ Hethought。 “Icouldtellyouall,tellyoueverylittlethinginthedream,butastowhatIdidinthedaytime——no。Icouldnottell——Idonotremember。Mymemory——mymemoryhasgone。Thebusinessoflifeslipsfromme——“ Heleantforward,andpressedhishandsuponhiseyes。Foralongtimehesaidnothing。 “Andthen?“saidI。 “Thewarburstlikeahurricane。“ Hestaredbeforehimatunspeakablethings。 “Andthen?“Iurgedagain。 “Onetouchofunreality,“hesaid,inthelowtoneofamanwhospeakstohimself,“andtheywouldhavebeennightmares。Buttheywerenotnightmares——theywerenotnightmares。NO!“ Hewassilentforsolongthatitdawneduponmethattherewasadangeroflosingtherestofthestory。Buthewentontalkingagaininthesametoneofquestioningself-communion。 “Whatwastheretodobutflight?IhadnotthoughtthewarwouldtouchCapri——IhadseemedtoseeCapriasbeingoutofitall,asthecontrasttoitall;buttwonightsafterthewholeplacewasshoutingandbawling,everywomanalmostandeveryothermanworeabadge——Evesham’sbadge——andtherewasnomusicbutajanglingwar-songoverandoveragain,andeverywheremenenlisting,andinthedancinghallstheyweredrilling。Thewholeislandwasawhirlwithrumours;itwassaid,againandagain,thatfightinghadbegun。 Ihadnotexpectedthis。IhadseensolittleofthelifeofpleasurethatIhadfailedtoreckonwiththisviolenceoftheamateurs。 Andasforme,Iwasoutofit。Iwaslikeamanwhomighthavepreventedthefiringofamagazine。Thetimehadgone。Iwasnoone; thevaineststriplingwithabadgecountedformorethanI。Thecrowdjostledusandbawledinourears;thataccursedsongdeafenedus; awomanshriekedatmyladybecausenobadgewasonher,andwetwowentbacktoourownplaceagain,ruffledandinsulted—— myladywhiteandsilent,andIaquiverwithrage。SofuriouswasI,IcouldhavequarrelledwithherifIcouldhavefoundoneshadeofaccusationinhereyes。 “Allmymagnificencehadgonefromme。Iwalkedupanddownourrockcell,andoutsidewasthedarklingseaandalighttothesouthwardthatflaredandpassedandcameagain。 “’Wemustgetoutofthisplace,’Isaidoverandover。’Ihavemademychoice,andIwillhavenohandinthesetroubles。Iwillhavenothingofthiswar。Wehavetakenourlivesoutofallthesethings。Thisisnorefugeforus。Letusgo。’ “Andthenextdaywewerealreadyinflightfromthewarthatcoveredtheworld。 “AndalltherestwasFlight——alltherestwasFlight。“ Hemuseddarkly。 “Howmuchwasthereofit?“ Hemadenoanswer。 “Howmanydays?“ Hisfacewaswhiteanddrawnandhishandswereclenched。Hetooknoheedofmycuriosity。 Itriedtodrawhimbacktohisstorywithquestions。 “Wheredidyougo?“Isaid。 “When?“ “WhenyouleftCapri。“ “Southwest,“hesaid,andglancedatmeforasecond。“Wewentinaboat。“ “ButIshouldhavethoughtanaeroplane?“ “Theyhadbeenseized。“ Iquestionedhimnomore。PresentlyIthoughthewasbeginningagain。Hebrokeoutinanargumentativemonotone: “Butwhyshoulditbe?If,indeed,thisbattle,thisslaughterandstressISlife,whyhavewethiscravingforpleasureandbeauty? IfthereISnorefuge,ifthereisnoplaceofpeace,andifallourdreamsofquietplacesareafollyandasnare,whyhavewesuchdreams?Surelyitwasnoignoblecravings,nobaseintentions,hadbroughtustothis;itwasLovehadisolatedus。Lovehadcometomewithhereyesandrobedinherbeauty,moregloriousthanallelseinlife,intheveryshapeandcolouroflife,andsummonedmeaway。Ihadsilencedallthevoices,Ihadansweredallthequestions—— Ihadcometoher。AndsuddenlytherewasnothingbutWarandDeath!“ Ihadaninspiration。“Afterall,“Isaid,“itcouldhavebeenonlyadream。“ “Adream!“hecried,flaminguponme,“adream——whenevennow——“ Forthefirsttimehebecameanimated。Afaintflushcreptintohischeek。Heraisedhisopenhandandclenchedit,anddroppedittohisknee。Hespoke,lookingawayfromme,andforalltherestofthetimehelookedaway。“Wearebutphantoms,“hesaid,“andthephantomsofphantoms,desireslikecloudshadowsandwillsofstrawthateddyinthewind;thedayspass,useandwontcarryusthroughasatraincarriestheshadowofitslights,sobeit! Butonethingisrealandcertain,onethingisnodreamstuff,buteternalandenduring。Itisthecentreofmylife,andallotherthingsaboutitaresubordinateoraltogethervain。Ilovedher,thatwomanofadream。AndsheandIaredeadtogether! “Adream!Howcanitbeadream,whenitdrenchedalivinglifewithunappeasablesorrow,whenitmakesallthatIhavelivedforandcaredfor,worthlessandunmeaning? “UntilthatverymomentwhenshewaskilledIbelievedwehadstillachanceofgettingaway,“hesaid。“AllthroughthenightandmorningthatwesailedacrosstheseafromCapritoSalerno,wetalkedofescape。Wewerefullofhope,anditclungaboutustotheend,hopeforthelifetogetherweshouldlead,outofitall,outofthebattleandstruggle,thewildandemptypassions,theemptyarbitrary’thoushalt’and’thoushaltnot’oftheworld。 Wewereuplifted,asthoughourquestwasaholything,asthoughloveforoneanotherwasamission…… “EvenwhenfromourboatwesawthefairfaceofthatgreatrockCapri——alreadyscarredandgashedbythegunemplacementsandhiding-placesthatweretomakeitafastness——wereckonednothingoftheimminentslaughter,thoughthefuryofpreparationhungaboutinpuffsandcloudsofdustatahundredpointsamidstthegrey; but,indeed,Imadeatextofthatandtalked。There,youknow,wastherock,stillbeautiful,forallitsscars,withitscountlesswindowsandarchesandways,tierupontier,forathousandfeet,avastcarvingofgrey,brokenbyvine-cladterraces,andlemonandorangegroves,andmassesofagaveandpricklypear,andpuffsofalmondblossom。AndoutunderthearchwaythatisbuiltoverthePiccolaMarinaotherboatswerecoming;andaswecameroundthecapeandwithinsightofthemainland,anotherlittlestringofboatscameintoview,drivingbeforethewindtowardsthesouthwest。 Inalittlewhileamultitudehadcomeout,theremoterjustlittlespecksofultramarineintheshadowoftheeastwardcliff。 “’Itisloveandreason,’Isaid,’fleeingfromallthismadness,ofwar。’ “Andthoughwepresentlysawasquadronofaeroplanesflyingacrossthesouthernskywedidnotheedit。Thereitwas——alineoflittledotsinthesky——andthenmore,dottingthesoutheasternhorizon,andthenstillmore,untilallthatquarteroftheskywasstippledwithbluespecks。Nowtheywereallthinlittlestrokesofblue,andnowoneandnowamultitudewouldheelandcatchthesunandbecomeshortflashesoflight。Theycamerisingandfallingandgrowinglarger,likesomehugeflightofgullsorrooks,orsuch-likebirdsmovingwithamarvellousuniformity,andeverastheydrewnearertheyspreadoveragreaterwidthofsky。 Thesouthwardwingflungitselfinanarrow-headedcloudathwartthesun。Andthensuddenlytheysweptroundtotheeastwardandstreamedeastward,growingsmallerandsmallerandclearerandcleareragainuntiltheyvanishedfromthesky。AndafterthatwenotedtothenorthwardandveryhighEvesham’sfightingmachineshanginghighoverNapleslikeaneveningswarmofgnats。 “Itseemedtohavenomoretodowithusthanaflightofbirds。 “Eventhemutterofgunsfarawayinthesoutheastseemedtoustosignifynothing…… “Eachday,eachdreamafterthat,wewerestillexalted,stillseekingthatrefugewherewemightliveandlove。Fatiguehadcomeuponus,painandmanydistresses。Forthoughweweredustyandstainedbyourtoilsometramping,andhalfstarvedandwiththehorrorofthedeadmenwehadseenandtheflightofthepeasants—— forverysoonagustoffightingsweptupthepeninsula——withthesethingshauntingourmindsitstillresultedonlyinadeepeningresolutiontoescape。O,butshewasbraveandpatient!Shewhohadneverfacedhardshipandexposurehadcourageforherself——andme。 Wewenttoandfroseekinganoutlet,overacountryallcommandeeredandransackedbythegatheringhostsofwar。Alwayswewentonfoot。