第7章

类别:其他 作者:Robert Louis Stevenson字数:4382更新时间:18/12/27 09:07:25
voices,andbythelight-Icraveyourpardon-bythetwilightofthreevilecandlesfilteredthroughthemediumofmymosquitobar。Badinkbeingoftheparty,Iwritequiteblindfold,andcanonlyhopeyoumaybegrantedtoreadthatwhichIamunabletoseewhilewriting。 IsaidIwastired;itisamildphrase;mybackachesliketoothache;whenIshutmyeyestosleep,IknowIshallseebeforethem-aphenomenontowhichbothFannyandIarequiteaccustomed-endlessvividdeepsofgrassandweed,eachplantparticularanddistinct,sothatIshalllieinertinbody,andtransactforhoursthementalpartofmydaybusiness,choosingthenoxiousfromtheuseful。AndinmydreamsIshallbehaulingonrecalcitrants,andsufferingstingsfromnettles,stabsfromcitronthorns,fierybitesfromants,sickeningresistancesofmudandslime,evasionsofslimyroots,deadweightofheat,suddenpuffsofair,suddenstartsfrombird-callsinthecontiguousforest-somemimickingmyname,somelaughter,somethesignalofawhistle,andlivingoveragainatlargethebusinessofmyday。 ThoughIwritesolittle,Ipassallmyhoursoffield-workincontinualconverseandimaginarycorrespondence。Iscarcepullupaweed,butIinventasentenceonthemattertoyourself;itdoesnotgetwritten;AUTANTENEMPORTENTLES VENTS;buttheintentisthere,andforme(insomesort)thecompanionship。To-day,forinstance,wehadagreattalk。I wastoiling,thesweatdrippingfrommynose,inthehotfitafterasquallofrain:methoughtyouaskedme-frankly,wasIhappy。Happy(saidI);Iwasonlyhappyonce;thatwasatHyeres;itcametoanendfromavarietyofreasons,declineofhealth,changeofplace,increaseofmoney,agewithhisstealingsteps;sincethen,asbeforethen,Iknownotwhatitmeans。ButIknowpleasurestill;pleasurewithathousandfaces,andnoneperfect,athousandtonguesallbroken,athousandhands,andallofthemwithscratchingnails。HighamongtheseIplacethisdelightofweedingoutherealonebythegarrulouswater,underthesilenceofthehighwood,brokenbyincongruoussoundsofbirds。Andtakemylifeallthrough,lookatitforeandback,andupsidedown,-thoughIwouldveryfainchangemyself-Iwouldnotchangemycircumstances,unlessitweretobringyouhere。 AndyetGodknowsperhapsthisintercourseofwritingservesaswell;andIwonder,wereyouhereindeed,wouldIcommunesocontinuallywiththethoughtofyou。Isay’Iwonder’foraform;Iknow,andIknowIshouldnot。 Sofar,andmuchfurther,theconversationwent,whileI gropedinslimeafterviscousroots,nursingandsparinglittlespearsofgrass,andretreating(evenwithoutcry) fromtheprodofthewildlime。IwonderifanyonehadeverthesameattitudetoNatureasIhold,andhaveheldforsolong?Thisbusinessfascinatesmelikeatuneorapassion; yetallthewhileIthrillwithastrongdistaste。Thehorrorofthething,objectiveandsubjective,isalwayspresenttomymind;thehorrorofcreepingthings,asuperstitioushorrorofthevoidandthepowersaboutme,thehorrorofmyowndevastationandcontinualmurders。Thelifeoftheplantscomesthroughmyfingertips,theirstrugglesgotomyheartlikesupplications。Ifeelmyselfblood- boltered;thenIlookbackonmyclearedgrass,andcountmyselfanallyinafairquarrel,andmakestoutmyheart。 ItisbutalittlewhilesinceIlaysickinSydney,beatingthefieldsaboutthenavyandDeanSwiftandDryden’sLatinhymns;judgeifIlovethisreinvigoratingclimate,whereI canalreadytoiltillmyheadswimsandeverystringinthepoorjumpingJack(ashenowliesinbed)acheswithakindofyearningstrain,difficulttosufferinquiescence。 Asformydamnedliterature,Godknowswhatabusinessitis,grindingalongwithoutascrapofinspirationoranoteofstyle。Butithastobeground,andthemillgrindsexceedingslowlythoughnotparticularlysmall。Thelasttwochaptershavetakenmeconsiderablyoveramonth,andtheyarestillbeneathpity。ThisIcannotcontinue,timenotsufficing;andthenextwilljusthavetobeworse。AllthegoodIcanexpressisjustthis;someday,whenstylerevisitsme,theywillbeexcellentmattertorewrite。Ofcourse,myoldcureofachangeofworkwouldprobablyanswer,butIcannottakeitnow。Thetreadmillturns;and,withakindofdesperatecheerfulness,Imounttheidlestair。Ihaven’ttheleastanxietyaboutthebook;unlessI die,Ishallfindthetimetomakeitgood;buttheLorddelivermefromthethoughtoftheLetters!However,theLordhasotherthingsonhand;andaboutsixto-morrow,I shallresumetheconsiderationpractically,andface(asbestImay)thefactofmyincompetenceanddisaffectiontothetask。ToilIdonotspare;butfortunerefusesmesuccess。 Wecandomore,Whatever-his-name-was,wecandeserveit。 Butmymisdesertbeganlongsince,bytheacceptationofabargainquiteunsuitabletoallmymethods。 To-dayIhavehadaqueerexperience。Mycarterhasfromthefirstbeenusingmyhorsesforhisownends;whenIleftforSydney,Iputhimonhishonourtocease,andmybackwasscarceturnederehewasforfeit。Ihaveonlybeenwaitingtodischargehim;andto-dayanoccasionarose。IamsomuchTHEOLDMANVIRULENT,soreadilystumbleintoanger,thatI gaveadealofconsiderationtomybearing,anddecidedatlasttoimitatethatofthelate。Whateverhemighthavetosay,thiseminentlyeffectivecontroversialistmaintainedafrozendemeanourandajeeringsmile。Thefrozendemeanourisbeyondmyreach;butIcouldtrythejeeringsmile;didso,perceiveditsefficacy,keptinconsequencemytemper,andgotridofmyfriend,myselfcomposedandsmilingstill,hewhiteandshakinglikeanaspen。Hecouldexplaineverything;Isaiditdidnotinterestme。Hesaidhehadenemies;Isaidnothingwasmorelikely。Hesaidhewascalumniated;withallmyheart,saidI,buttherearesomanyliars,thatIfinditsafertobelievethem。Hesaid,injusticetohimself,hemustexplain:GodforbidIshouldinterferewithyou,saidI,withthesamefactitiousgrin,butitcanchangenothing。SoIkeptmytemper,ridmyselfofanunfaithfulservant,foundamethodofconductingsimilarinterviewsinthefuture,andfellinmyownliking。 Onethingmore:Ilearnedafreshtoleranceforthedead-; hetoohadlearned-perhapshadinvented-thetrickofthismanner;Godknowswhatweakness,whatinstabilityoffeeling,laybeneath。CEQUEC’ESTQUEDENOUS!poorhumannature; thatatpastfortyImustadjustthishatefulmaskforthefirsttime,andrejoicetofinditeffective;thattheeffortofmaintaininganexternalsmileshouldconfuseandembitteraman’ssoul。 To-dayIhavenotweeded;Ihavewritteninsteadfromsixtilleleven,fromtwelvetilltwo;withtheinterruptionoftheinterviewaforesaid;adamnedletteriswrittenforthethirdtime;Idreadtoreadit,forIdarenotgiveitafourthchance-unlessitbeverybadindeed。NowIwriteyoufrommymosquitocurtain,tothesongofsawsandplanesandhammers,andwoodclumpingonthefloorabove;inadayofheavenlybrightness;abirdtwitteringnearby;myeye,throughtheopendoor,commandinggreenmeads,twoorthreeforesttreescastingtheirboughsagainstthesky,aforest- cladmountain-sidebeyond,andcloseinbythedoor-jambanickofthebluePacific。ItisMarchinEngland,bleakMarch,andIlieherewiththegreatslidingdoorswideopeninanundershirtandp’jamatrousers,andmeltintheclosureofmosquitobars,andburntobeoutinthebreeze。Afewtornclouds-notwhite,thesunhastingedthemawarmpink-swiminheaven。Inwhichblessedandfairday,Ihavetomakefacesandspeakbitterwordstoaman-whohasdeceivedme,itistrue-butwhoispoor,andolderthanI,andakindofagentlemantoo。Onthewhole,Ipreferthemassacreofweeds。 SUNDAY。 WhenIhaddonetalkingtoyouyesterday,Iplayedonmypipetilltheconchsounded,thenwentovertotheoldhousefordinner,andhadscarcerisenfromtableereIwassubmergedwithvisitors。Thefirstofthesedespatched,IspenttherestoftheeveninggoingovertheSamoantranslationofmyBOTTLEIMPwithClaxtonthemissionary;thentobed,butbeingupset,Isuppose,bytheseinterruptions,andhavinggonealldaywithoutmyweeding,nottosleep。ForhoursI layawakeandheardtherainfall,andsawfaint,far-awaylightningoverthesea,andwroteyoulongletterswhichI scorntoreproduce。ThismorningPaulwasunusuallyearly; thedawnhadscarcebegunwhenheappearedwiththetrayandlitmycandle;andIhadbreakfastedandread(withindescribablesinkings)thewholeofyesterday’sworkbeforethesunhadrisen。ThenIsatandthought,andsatandbetterthought。Itwasnotgoodenough,norgood;itwasasslackasjournalism,butnotsoinspired;itwasexcellentstuffmisused,andthedefectsstoodgrossonitlikehumpsuponacamel。ButcouldI,inmypresentdisposition,domuchmorewithit?inmypresentpressurefortime,wereI notbetteremployeddoinganotheroneaboutasill,thanmakingthissomethousandthfractionbetter?Yes,Ithought; andtriedthenewone,andbehold,Icoulddonothing:myheadswims,wordsdonotcometome,norphrases,andI accepteddefeat,packedupmytraps,andturnedtocommunicatethefailuretomyesteemedcorrespondent。I thinkitpossibleIoverworkedyesterday。Well,we’llseeto-morrow-perhapstryagainlater。Itisindeedthehopeoftryinglaterthatkeepsmewritingtoyou。IfItaketomypipe,Iknowmyself-allisoverforthemorning。 Hurray,I’llcorrectproofs! PAGO-PAGO,WEDNESDAY。 AfterIfinishedonSundayIpassedamiserableday;wentoutweeding,butcouldnotfindpeace。Idonotliketostealmydinner,unlessIhavegivenmyselfaholidayinacanonicalmanner;andweedingafterallisonlyfun,theamountofitsutilitysmall,andthethingcapableofbeingdonefasterandnearlyaswellbyahiredboy。IntheeveningSewallcameup(Americanconsul)andproposedtotakemeonamalaga,whichIaccepted。MondayIrodedowntoApia,wasnearlyalldayfightingaboutdraftsandmoney;thesilverproblemdoesnottouchyou,butitis(inastrangeandIhopepassingphase)