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课文内容
Lesson 15
No Signposts in the Sea
V
Easkoille-West
In
the
dining-saloon
I
sit
at
a
table
with
three
other
men;
Laura
sits
some
way
oft
with
a
married
couple
and
their
daughter.
I
can
observe
her
without
her
knowing,
and
this
gives
me
pleasure,
for
it
is
as
in
a
moving
picture
that
I
can
note
the
grace
of
her
gestures,
whether she raises a glass of wine to her lips or
turns with a remark to one of
her
neighbours or takes a cigarette from her case with
those
slender
fingers. I
have never
had
much
of
an
eye
for
noticing
the
clothes
of
women,
but
I
get
the
impression
that
Laura
is
always
in
grey
and
white
by
day,
looking
cool
when
other
people
are
flushed
and
shiny in the tropical heat; in the evening she
wears soft rich colours, dark red, olive
green,
midnight
blue,
always
of
the
most
supple
flowing
texture.
I
ventured
to
say
something
of
the
kind
to
her,
when
she
laughed
at
my
clumsy
compliment
and
said
I
had better
take to writing fashion articles instead of
political leaders.
*
The tall Colonel whose name is
Dalrymple seems a nice
chap
. He and I and Laura
and
a
Chinese
woman
improbably
galled
Mme
Merveille
have
made
up
a
Bridge-four
and thus
beguile
ourselves for an hour or so after
dinner while others dance on deck. The
Colonel,
who
is
not
too
offensively
an
Empire-builder,
sometimes
tries
to
talk
to
me
about
public
affairs;
he
says
he
used
to
read
me,
and
is
rather
charmingly
deferential
,
prefacing
his
remarks
by
'Of
course
it's
not
for
me
to
suggest
to
you…
and
then
proceeding
to
tell
me
exactly
how
he
thinks
some
topical
item
of
our
dome,
the
or
foreign
policy
should
be
handled.
He
is
by
no
means
stupid
or
ill-
informed;
a
little
opinionated
perhaps, and
just about as far to the Right as anybody could
go, but I like
him, and try
not to tease him by putting forward views which
would only bring a puzzled
look to his
face. Besides, I do not want to become involved in
discussion. I observe with
amusement
how
totally
the
concerns
of
the
world,
which
once
absorbed
me
to
the
exclusion
of
all
else
except
an
occasional
relaxation
with
poetry
or
music,
have
lost
interest for me eve to the extent of a
bored distaste. Doubtless some instinct
impels me
gluttonously
to
cram
these the last weeks of
my life with the gentler things I never had
time
for,
releasing
some
suppressed
inclination
which
in
fact
was
always
latent.
Or
maybe Laura's
unwitting
influence has
called it out.
*
Dismissive
as
Pharisee, I regarded as
moonlings
all those whose
life was lived on a
less
practical
plane.
Protests
about
damage
to
'natural
beauty'
froze
me
wit,
contempt,
for
I believed
in progress and could spare
no regrets for a
lake dammed into
hydraulic
use for
the benefit of an industrial city
in
the Midlands.
And so it was for
all things. A
hard
materialism
was
my
creed,
accepted
as
a
law
of
progress;
any
ascription
of
disinterested motives aroused not only
my suspicion but my scorn.
And
now
see
how
I
stand,
as
sentimental
and
sensitive
as
any
old
maid
doing
water-colour s of sunsets! I once
flattered myself that I was an adult man; I now
perceive
that I am gloriously and
adolescently silly. A new Clovis, loving what I
have despised,
and
suffering
from
calf-love
into
the
bar
gain,
I
want
my
till
of
beauty
before
I
go.
Geographically I did not
care and scarcely know where I am. There are no
signposts
in
the sea.
*
The young moon
lies on her back tonight as is her habit in the
tropics, and as, I think,
is suitable
if not seemly for a virgin. Not a star but might
not shoot down and accept the
invitation to become her lover. When
all my fellow-passengers have finally
dispersed
to
bed,
I creep up again to the deserted deck and slip
into the swimming pool and float, no
longer
what
people
believe
me
to
be,
a
middle-aged
journalist
taking
a
holiday
on
an
ocean-going
liner, but a liberated being, bathed in ()
mythological
water s, an
Endymion
young
and
strong,
with
a
god
for
his
father
and
a
vision
of
the
world
inspired
from
Olympus. All weight
is lifted from my limbs; 1 am one with
the night; I understand the
meaning of
pantheism
. How my friends
would
laugh if they knew I had come to
this!
To have
discarded
, as I believe,
all usual
frailties
, to
have become incapable of envy,
ambition,
malice
, the desire to score off my neighbour,
to enjoy this
purification
even
as I enjoy the clean
voluptuousness of the warm breeze on my skin and
the cool support
of the water. Thus, I
imagine, must the
pious
feel
cleansed
on leaving the
confessional
after the
solemnity
of
absolution
.
*
Sometimes
Laura
and
I
lean
over
the
taffrail
,
and
that
is
happiness.
It
may
be
by
daylight,
looking at the sea, rippled with
little
white ponies, or with no ripples at all but
only
the
lazy
satin
of
blue,
marbled
at
the
edge
where
the
passage
of
our
ship
has
disturbed it. Or it may be at night,
when the sky surely seems blacker than ever at
home
and the stars more golden. I
recall a phrase from the diary of a
half-
literate soldier, ‘The
stars
seemed
little
cuts
in
the
black
cover,
through
which
a
bright
beyond
was
seen.'
Sometimes these
untaught
scribblers
have a
way of putting things.
The wireless
told us today that there is fog all over England.
*
Sometimes
we
follow
a
coastline,
it
may
be
precipitous
bluffs
of
grey
limestone
rising sheer out
of the sea, or a low-lying
arid
stretch with miles of white sandy
beach,
and no sign of habitation, very
bleached
and barren. These
coasts remind me of people;
either
they
are
forbidding
and
unapproachable
,
or
else
they
present
no
mystery
and
show
all they have to give at a glance, you feel the
country would continue to be
flat
and
featureless however far
you penetrated inland. What I like best are the
stern cliffs, with
ranges of mountains
soaring behind them, full of possibilities, peaks
to be scaled only by
the most daring.
What plants of the high
altitudes
grow
unravished
among their
crags
and valleys? So do I let my imagination
play over the
recesses
of
Laura's Character, so
austere
in
the
foreground
but
nurturing
what
treasures
of
tenderness,
like
delicate
flowers, for the
discovery of the venturesome.
My
fellow-passengers apparently do not share my
admiration.
‘Drearee sorter cowst,'
said an Australian. ‘Makes you
long for
a bit of green. '
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