-
Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal
Court Number 3 and waite
d for justice;
vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his
daugh
ter, who had tried to dishonor
her.
The judge, a
formidably heavy-featured man, rolled up the
sleeves of
his black robe as if to
physically chastise the two young men
standi
ng before the bench. His face was
cold with majestic contempt. But th
ere
was something false in all this that Amerigo
Bonasera sensed but
did not yet
understand.
ly. Yes, yes, thought Amerigo Bonasera.
Animals. Animals. The two you
ng men,
glossy hair crew cut, scrubbed clean-cut faces
composed into
humble contrition, bowed
their heads in submission.
The judge went on.
re
fortunate you did not sexually molest that poor
girl or I'd put yo
u behind bars for
twenty years.
mpressively thick brows
flickered slyly toward the sallow-faced
Ameri
go Bonasera, then lowered to a
stack of probation reports before him.
He frowned and shrugged as if convinced against
his own natural desi
re. He spoke again.
families, and
because the law in its majesty does not seek
vengeance,
I hereby sentence you to
three years' confinement to the
penitentiar
y. Sentence to be
suspended.
Only forty
years of professional mourning kept the
overwhelming frus
tration and hatred
from showing on Amerigo Bonasera's face. His
beaut
iful young daughter was still in
the hospital with her broken jaw wir
ed
together; and now these two animales went free? It
had all been a
farce. He watched the
happy parents cluster around their darling
sons.
Oh, they were all happy now, they
were smiling now.
The
black bile, sourly bitter, rose in Bonasera's
throat, overflowed
through tightly
clenched teeth. He used his white linen pocket
handk
erchief and held it against his
lips. He was standing so when the two
young men strode freely up the aisle, confident
and cool-eyed, smili
ng, not giving him
so much as a glance. He let them pass without
sayi
ng a word, pressing the fresh linen
against his mouth.
The
parents of the animales were coming by now, two
men and two wome
n his age but more
American in their dress. They glanced at him,
sham
efaced, yet in their eyes was an
odd, triumphant defiance.
Out of control, Bonasera leaned forward toward the
aisle and shouted
hoarsely,
our children make me
weep
attorneys bringing up the rear
swept their clients forward in a tight
little band, enveloping the two young men, who had
started back down
the aisle as if to
protect their parents. A huge bailiff moved
quick
ly to block the row in which
Bonasera stood. But it was not necessary.
All his years in America,
Amerigo Bonasera had trusted in law and
or
der. And he had prospered thereby.
Now, though his brain smoked with
hatred, though wild visions of buying a
gun and killing the two young
men
jangled the very bones of his skull, Bonasera
turned to his stil
l uncomprehending
wife and explained to her,
us.
t.
In a garishly
decorated Los Angeles hotel suite, Johnny Fontane
was as
jealously
drunk
as
any
ordinary
husband.
Sprawled
on
a
red
couch,
he
drank
straight
from
the
bottle
of
scotch
in
his
hand,
then
washed
the
taste
away
by
dunking his mouth in a crystal bucket of ice cubes
and water. It was
four in the morning
and he was spinning drunken fantasies of murdering
his trampy wife when she got home. If
she ever did come home. It was too
late
to
call
his
first
wife
and
ask
about
the
kids
and
he
felt
funny
about
calling
any
of
his
friends
now
that
his
career
was
plunging
downhill.
There
had been a time when they would have
been delighted, flattered by his
calling them at four in the morning but
now he bored them. He could even
smile
a
little
to
himself
as
he
thought
that
on
the
way
up
Johnny
Fontane's
troubles had fascinated some of the
greatest female stars in America.
Gulping at his bottle of scotch, he
heard finally his wife's key in the
door,
but
he
kept
drinking
until
she
walked
into
the
room
and
stood
before
him. She was to him so very beautiful,
the angelic face, soulful violet
eyes,
the
delicately
fragile
but
perfectly
formed
body.
On
the
screen
her
beauty
was magnified, spiritualized. A hundred million
men all over the
world were in love
with the face of Margot Ashton. And paid to see it
on
the screen.
She
had
misjudged
his
drunkenness.
He
sprang
over
the
cocktail
table
and
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
上一篇:深奥点的人生哲理经典句子欣赏-英语经典句子人生哲理
下一篇:英语美文欣赏