美文赏析：love of life 热爱生命 (杰克-伦敦著)

续地往前爬，

不停地回头张望着

而那头病狼也在不停地咳嗽着，

发出艰难的喘

息声，

可依然紧紧尾随其后。

他的膝盖－就和他的双脚一样－早给磨得 血肉模糊，

其实他一早就脱下了身上的衬衣裹住了膝盖，

可都没 有用，

他一路爬下来，

他身

后的苔藓和 岩石上也就留下了一道触目惊心的血渍。

有一次他回头的时候，

他看

见那头饿狼正贪婪地舔着他的血渍，

一时间他清楚地意识到 自己的结局－除非－

除非他把那头狼解决掉。

就这样，

一幕从来没有上演的求生悲剧开始了－病人在

前面爬，

< br>瘸腿的病狼尾随其后，

两个生灵就这样在荒漠里拖着垂死的躯壳，

随时

准备猎取对方的生命。

had

it

been

a

well

wolf,

it

would

not

have

mattered

so

much

to

the

man

but

the thought of going to feed the maw of that loathsome and all but dead

thing was repugnant to him. he was finicky. his mind had begun to wander

again, and to be perplexed by hallucinations, while his lucid intervals

grew rarer and shorter.

如果这是头健康的狼，

他也觉得没什么

可是一想到自己要葬身狼腹，

尤其是眼

前这头令人作恶、

病怏怏的饿狼，

他就觉得非常厌恶。

要知道他可是一个非常讲

究的人。

他又开始胡思 乱想起来，

人也因幻觉影响而变得迷糊。

他神智清醒的时

间越来越少，越来越短。

he was awaken once from a faint by a wheeze close in his ear. the wolf

leaped lamely back, losing its footing and falling in its weakness. it

was ludicrous, but he was not amused. nor was he even afraid. he was too

far gone for that. but his mind was for the moment clear, and he lay and

considered.

有一次他从昏迷中被耳边传来的喘息声惊醒

< br>那只狼很快一跛一跛地跳开，

由于

身体虚弱，那头狼还失 足摔了一跤，那样子可笑极了，可是他却笑不出来。倒不

是因为他害怕，

事情到了这田地他早就不害怕了。

不过，

在这瞬间他的 脑子很清

醒，他躺在地上仔细地思考起来。

the ship was more than four miles away. he could see it quite distinctly

when he rubbed the mists out of his eyes. but he could never crawl those

four

miles.

he

knew

that,

and

was

very

calm

in

the

knowledge.

he

knew

that

he could not crawl half a mile. and yet he wanted to live. it was

unreasonable that he should die after all he had undergone. fate asked

too much of him. and , dying, he declined to die. it was stark madness,

perhaps,

but

in

the

very

grip

of

death

he

defied

death

and

refused

to

die.

那艘船就在离他还不到四英里的地方。

他使劲揉了揉眼睛，

那艘船清晰的出现在

他眼前。可是，他再 也爬不完这四英里的路程了，这点他很清楚，因为就算是半

英里的路程他也爬不了。

可同时他也非常镇静，

因为他想活下去。

他 已经经历了

千辛万苦，

他不想就这样死掉。

命运对他实在太苛刻了，

可他就是不愿俯身受死。

这是一种 近乎疯狂的想法，可就算他无法逃脱死神的魔掌，他仍然要抗争下去，

要让自己活下去。

he closed his eyes and composed himself with infinite precaution. he

steeled himself to keep above the suffocating languor that lapped like

a

rising

tide

through

all

the

wells

of

his

being.

it

was

very

like

a

sea,

this

deadly

languor,

that

rose

and

rose

and

drowned

his

consciousness

bit

by

bit.

sometimes

he

was

all

but

submerged,

swimming

through

oblivion

with