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1、Unit 8 The Discus Thrower Richard Selzer1 I spy on my patients.Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any means and from any stance that he might take for the more fully assemble evidence?So I stand in the doorways of hospital rooms and gaze.Oh,it is not all that furtive an act.Those in bed n
2、eed only look up to discover me.But they never do.2 From the doorway of Room 542 the man in the bed seems deeply tanned.Blue eyes and close-cropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health.But I know that his skin is not brown from the sun.It is rusted,rather,in the last stage of
3、containing the vile repose within.And the blue eyes are frosted,looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage.This man is blind.This man is also legless the right leg missing from midthigh down,the left from just below the knee.It gives him the look of a bonsai,roots and branches pruned int
4、o the dwarfed facsimile of a great tree.3 Propped on pillows,he cups his right thigh in both hands.Now and then he shakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering.In all of this he makes no sound.Is he mute as well as blind?4 The room in which he dwells is empty of all possess
5、ions no get-well cards,small,private caches of food,day-old flowers,slippers,all the usual kickshaws of the sick room.There is only the bed,a chair,a nightstand,and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals.5“What time is it?”he asks.“Three o clock.”“Morning or afternoon?”“Afternoo
6、n.”He is silent.There is nothing else he wants to know.“How are you?”I say.“Who are you?”he asks.“It s the doctor.How do you feel?”He does not answer right away.“Feel?”he says.“I hope you feel better,”I say.I press the button at the side of the bed.名师资料总结-精品资料欢迎下载-名师精心整理-第 1 页，共 5 页 -“Down you go,”I
7、 say.“Yes,down,”he says.6 He falls back upon the bed awkwardly.His stumps,unweighted by legs and feet,rise in the air,presenting themselves.I unwrap the bandages from the stumps,and begin to cut away the black scabs and the dead,glazed fat with scissors and forceps.A shard of white bone comes loose.
8、I pick it away.I wash the wounds with disinfectant and redress the stumps.All this while,he does not speak.What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink?Is he remembering a time when he was whole?Does he dream of feet?Or when his body was not a rotting log?7 He lies solid and inert.In spit
9、e of everything,he remains impressive,as though he were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck.“Anything more I can do for you?”I ask.For a long moment he is silent.“Yes,”he says at last and without the least irony.“You can bring me a pair of shoes.”In the corridor,the head nurse is waiting for m
10、e.“We have to do something about him,”she says.“Every morning he orders scrambled eggs for breakfast,and,instead of eating them,he picks up the plate and throws it against the wall.”“Throws his plate?”“Nasty.That s what he is.No wonder his family doesn t come to visit.They probably can t stand him a
11、ny more than we can.”She is waiting for me to do something.“Well?”“We ll see,”I say.8 The next morning I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers his breakfast.I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across his lap.She presses the button to raise the head of the bed.The
12、n she leaves.9 In time the man reaches to find the rim of the tray,then on to find the dome of the covered dish.He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand.He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs.He lifts the plate in both hands,sets it on the palm of his right hand,centers it,bal
13、ances it.He hefts it up and down slightly,getting the feel on it.Abruptly,he draws back his right arm as far as he can.10 There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed and the small wet sound of the scrambled eggs dropping to the floor.名师资料总结-精品资料欢迎下载-名师精心整理-第 2 页，
14、共 5 页 -11 And then he laughs.It is a sound you have never heard.It is something new under the sun.It could cure cancer.Out in the corridor,the eyes of the head nurse narrow.“Laughed,did he?”She writes something down on her clipboard.12 A second aide arrives,brings a second breakfast tray,puts it on
15、the nightstand,out of his reach.She looks over at me shaking her head and making her mouth go.I see that we are to be accomplices.13“I ve got to feed you,”she says to the man.“Oh,no,you don t,”the man says.“Oh,yes,I do,”the aide says,“after the way you just did.Nurse says so.”“Get me my shoes,”the m
16、an says.“Here s the oatmeal,”the aide says.“Open.”And she touches the spoon to his lower lip.“I ordered scrambled eggs,”says the man.“That s right,”the aide says.I step forward.“Is there anything I can do?”I say.“Who are you?”the man asks.14 In the evening I go once more to that ward to make my roun
17、ds.The head nurse reports to me that Room 542 is deceased.She has discovered this by accident,she says.No,there had been no sound.Nothing.Its a blessing,she says.15 I go into his room,a spy looking for secrets.He is still there in his bed.His face is relaxed,grave,dignified.After a while,I turn to l
18、eave.My gaze sweeps the wall at the foot of the bed,and I see the place where it has been repeatedly washed,where the wall looks very clean and white.掷铁饼者理查德 塞尔泽1 我窥探我的病人。为了更加全面地搜集例证，难道医生不应该用任何方法、从任何位置观察病人吗？于是我站在医院病房门口凝望。哦，这算不上太鬼鬼祟祟的勾当。那些躺在床上的人只需抬头就可以发现我。但他们从不抬头。2 从 542 病房门口可以看到，躺在床上的男子肤色很深。蓝色的眼睛和剪得
19、很短的白发给人富有活力、健康良好的印象。但我知道，他的褐色皮肤并不是晒太阳的缘故，而是机体生锈衰退、体内糜烂污物沉积、病入膏肓的表现。他的蓝眼睛雾蒙蒙的，看上去像被白雪覆名师资料总结-精品资料欢迎下载-名师精心整理-第 3 页，共 5 页 -盖的乡间小屋的窗户。他是个盲人。而且他失去了双腿右腿是大腿中间以下缺失，左腿是膝盖以下。这让他看上去像一个盆景，仿佛树根和树枝都被修剪掉的微缩版的大树。3 依靠枕头的支撑，他用双手环抱着右大腿。他不时晃动脑袋来诉说他承受的巨大痛苦。但他始终一声不吭。他看不见了，难道也哑了？4 他住的房间空空荡荡没有祝愿康复的卡片，没有私藏的食物，没有放了一些时日的鲜花，也
20、没有拖鞋，没有病房里经常看到的东西。只有病床、椅子、床头柜和一个带轮子的可以转到面前用来吃饭的托板。5“现在几点了？”他问道。“3 点。”“凌晨还是下午？”“下午。”他沉默不语。他想知道的只有这些。“您感觉怎样？”我问。“你是谁？”他问。“医生。您感觉怎样？”他没有马上回答。“感觉?”他说。“我希望您感觉好些了。”我说。我按了一下病床边上的按钮。“您躺下来。”我说。“是的，躺下来。”他说。6 他笨拙地倒回到病床上。他的残肢失去了双腿与双脚的支撑，抬起在空中，暴露无遗。我把残肢上的绷带解开，开始用剪刀和镊子把黑色的硬皮和坏死凝滞的脂肪剪掉。一段白色骨片即将脱落，我把它去除掉。我用消毒液清洗伤口，
21、将残肢重新包扎起来。整个过程他默不作声。在那眨也不眨的眼皮后面，他在想什么呢？他在回忆四肢健全的时光吗？他在梦回拥有双足的往昔吗？或是回想他的身体不是现在这样一截日益凋朽的残干的过去吗？7 他僵直地躺着。尽管如此，他仍然令人印象深刻，如同一名斜立在倾侧甲板上的水手。“我还能为您做点什么？”他沉默了很长时间。“是的，”终于他一本正经地说：“你给我拿双鞋过来吧。”走廊里，护士长正等着我。“我们对他不能束手无策。”她说，“每天早饭他都要求吃炒蛋，但是，他从来不吃，拿起盘子就砸在墙上。”“砸盘子？”“真讨厌。他就是这种人。难怪家里人不来看他。也许就像我们受不了他一样，他家里名师资料总结-精品资料欢迎下
22、载-名师精心整理-第 4 页，共 5 页 -人也受不了。”她等着我做点什么。“你说呢？”“我们看看该怎么办。”我说。8 第二天早上厨房送餐时我等在走廊里。我看着助手将盘子放在托板上，托板移到他大腿上方。她按下按钮把床头升高，随后离开。9 他很快摸索着找到了托板的边缘，接着又找到了盘子上的盖子。他揭开盖子把它放在托板上。他用手指在盘子上摸索着，直到摸到了炒蛋。他双手端起盘子，放到右手上，移到手心里，然后把它稳住。他上下掂着盘子寻找感觉。突然，他把右臂尽量绷直伸向后方。10 盘子被扔到床脚处的墙上发出碎裂声，还有炒蛋掉落在地板上发出的湿湿的轻响。11 然后他笑了。这是你闻所未闻的笑声。这是阳光下新
23、奇的声音。可以治愈癌症的声音。外面的走廊上，护士长的眼睛眯缝起来。“他笑了，对吧？”她往写字夹板上写了点什么。12 第二名助手来了，用托盘送来第二份早饭，把它放在床头柜上他够不着的地方。她看着我摇摇头，只是动了动嘴唇。我明白我们得合作一下。13“我只好喂你了，”她对他说。“哦，不，不用。”他说。“哦，不，我得帮你。”助手说，“因为你刚才的表现。护士说得喂你。”“把我鞋子拿来。”他说。“这是燕麦，”助手说，“张嘴。”然后她把汤勺碰着他的下嘴唇。“我要的是炒蛋。”他说。“对。”助手说。我凑上前去。“我能做点什么吗？”我问。“你是谁？”他问。14 晚上我再次来到病房巡视。护士长告诉我542 房的病人过世了。她说她是凑巧发现的。他悄无声息地走了。悄无声息。谢天谢地，她说。15 我走进他的病房，像一个寻找秘密的间谍。他还在那里，躺在床上。他面容松弛、严肃而又不失尊严。过了一会儿，我转身离开。我的眼光扫到床尾墙脚处，看到那里经过反复冲洗，墙显得很干净、很洁白。名师资料总结-精品资料欢迎下载-名师精心整理-第 5 页，共 5 页 -