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1、【英文文学】迟暮鸟语 Where Late the Sweet Birds SangChapter 1What David always hated most about the Sumner family dinners was the way everyone talked about him as if he were not there.“Has he been eating enough meat lately? He looks peaked.”“You spoil him, Carrie. If he wont eat his dinner, dont let him go ou
2、t and play. You were like that, you know.”“When I was his age, I was husky enough to cut down a tree with a hatchet. He couldnt cut his way out of a fog.”David would imagine himself invisible, floating unseen over their heads as they discussed him. Someone would ask if he had a girl friend yet, and
3、they would tsk-tsk whether the answer was yes or no. From his vantage point he would aim a ray gun at Uncle Clarence, whom he especially disliked, because he was fat, bald, and very rich. Uncle Clarence dipped his biscuits in his gravy, or in syrup, or more often in a mixture of sorghum and butter t
4、hat he stirred together on his plate until it looked like baby shit.“Is he still planning to be a biologist? He should go to med school and join Walt in his practice.”He would point his ray gun at Uncle Clarence and cut a neat plug out of his stomach and carefully ease it out, and Uncle Clarence wou
5、ld ooze from the opening and flow all over them.“David.” He started with alarm, then relaxed again. “David, why dont you go out and see what the other kids are up to?” His fathers quiet voice, saying actually, Thats enough of that. And they would turn their collective mind to one of the other offspr
6、ing.As David grew older, he learned the complex relationships that he merely accepted as a child. Uncles, aunts, cousins, second cousins, third cousins. And the honorary membersthe brothers and sisters and parents of those who had married into the family. There were the Sumners and Wistons and OGrad
7、ys and Heinemans and the Meyers and Capeks and Rizzos, all part of the same river that flowed through the fertile valley.He remembered the holidays especially. The old Sumner house was rambling with many bedrooms upstairs and an attic that was wall-to-wall mattresses, pallets for the children, with
8、an enormous fan in the west window. Someone was forever checking to make certain that they hadnt all suffocated in the attic. The older children were supposed to keep an eye on the younger ones, but what they did in fact was to frighten them night after night with ghost stories. Eventually the noise
9、 level would rise until adult intervention was demanded. Uncle Ron would clump up the stairs heavily and there would be a scurrying, with suppressed giggles and muffled screams, until everyone found a bed again, so that by the time he turned on the hall light that illuminated the attic dimly, all th
10、e children would seem to be sleeping. He would pause briefly in the doorway, then close the door, turn off the light, and tramp back down the stairs, apparently deaf to the renewed merriment behind him.Whenever Aunt Claudia came up, it was like an apparition. One minute pillows would be flying, some
11、one would be crying, someone else trying to read by flashlight, several of the boys playing cards by another flashlight, some of the girls huddled together whispering what had to be delicious secrets, judging by the way they blushed and looked desperate if an adult came upon them suddenly, and then
12、the door would snap open, the light would fall on the disorder, and she would be standing there. Aunt Claudia was very tall and thin, her nose was too big, and she was tanned to a permanent old-leather color. She would stand there, immobile and terrible, and the children would creep back into bed wi
13、thout a sound. She would not move until everyone was back where he or she belonged, then she would close the door soundlessly. The silence would drag on and on. The ones nearest to the door would hold their breath, trying to hear breathing on the other side. Eventually someone would become brave eno
14、ugh to open the door a crack, and if she were truly gone, the party would resume.The smells of holidays were fixed in Davids memory. All the usual smells: fruit cakes and turkeys, the vinegar that went in the egg dyes, the greenery and the thick, creamy smoke of bayberry candles. But what he remembe
15、red most vividly was the smell of gunpowder that they all carried at the Fourth of July gathering. The smell that permeated their hair and clothes lasted on their hands for days and days. Their hands would be stained purple-black by berry picking, and the color and smell were one of the indelible im
16、ages of his childhood. Mixed in with it was the smell of the sulfur that was dusted on them liberally to confound the chiggers.If it hadnt been for Celia, his childhood would have been perfect. Celia was his cousin, his mothers sisters daughter. She was one year younger than David, and by far the pr
17、ettiest of all his cousins. When they were very young they promised to marry one day, and when they grew older and it was made abundantly clear that no cousins might ever marry in that family, they became implacable enemies. He didnt know how they had been told. He was certain that no one ever put i
18、t in words, but they knew. When they could not avoid each other after that, they fought. She pushed him out of the hayloft and broke his arm when he was fifteen, and when he was sixteen they wrestled from the back door of the Winston farmhouse to the fence, fifty or sixty yards away. They tore the c
19、lothes off each other, and he was bleeding from her fingernails down his back, she from scraping her shoulder on a rock. Then somehow in their rolling and squirming frenzy, his cheek came down on her uncovered chest, and he stopped fighting. He suddenly became a melting, sobbing, incoherent idiot an
20、d she hit him on the head with a rock and ended the fight.Up to that point the battle had been in almost total silence, broken only by gasps for breath and whispered language that would have shocked their parents. But when she hit him and he went limp, not unconscious, but dazed, uncaring, inert, sh
21、e screamed, abandoning herself to terror and anguish. The family tumbled from the house as if they had been shaken out, and their first impression must have been that he had raped her. His father hustled him to the barn, presumably for a thrashing. But in the barn his father, belt in hand, looked at
22、 him with an expression that was furious, and strangely sympathetic. He didnt touch David, and only after he had turned and left did David realize that tears were still running down his face.In the family there were farmers, a few lawyers, two doctors, insurance brokers and bankers and millers, hard
23、ware merchandisers, other shopkeepers. Davids father owned a large department store that catered to the upper-middle-class clientele of the valley. The valley was rich, the farms in it large and lush. David always supposed that the family, except for a few neer-do-wells, was rather wealthy. Of all h
24、is relatives his favorite was his fathers brother Walt. Dr. Walt, they all called him, never uncle. He played with the children and taught them grown-up things, like where to hit if you really meant it, where not to hit in a friendly scrap. He seemed to know when to stop treating them as children lo
25、ng before anyone else in the family did. Dr. Walt was the reason David had decided very early to become a scientist.David was seventeen when he went to Harvard. His birthday was in September and he didnt go home for it. When he did return at Thanksgiving, and the clan had gathered, Grandfather Sumne
26、r poured the ritual before-dinner martinis and handed one to him. And Uncle Warner said to him, “What do you think we should do about Bobbie?”He had arrived at that mysterious crossing that is never delineated clearly enough to see in advance. He sipped his martini, not liking it particularly, and k
27、new that childhood had ended, and he felt a profound sadness and loneliness.The Christmas that David was twenty-three seemed out of focus. The scenario was the same, the attic full of children, the food smells, the powdering of snow, none of that had changed, but he was seeing it from a new position
28、 and it was not the wonderland it had been. When his parents went home he stayed on at the Wiston farm for a day or two, waiting for Celias arrival. She had missed the Christmas Day celebration, getting ready for her coming trip to Brazil, but she would be there, her mother had assured Grandmother W
29、iston, and David was waiting for her, not happily, not with any expectation of reward, but with a fury that grew and caused him to stalk the old house like a boy being punished for anothers sin.When she came home and he saw her standing with her mother and grandmother, his anger melted. It was like
30、seeing Celia in a time distortion, as she was and would be, or had been. Her pale hair would not change much, but her bones would become more prominent and the almost emptiness of her face would have written on it a message of concern, of love, of giving, of being decisively herself, of a strength u
31、nsuspected in her frail body. Grandmother Wiston was a beautiful old lady, he thought in wonder, amazed that he never had seen her beauty before. Celias mother was more beautiful than the girl. And he saw the resemblance to his own mother in the trio. Wordlessly, defeated, he turned and went to the
32、rear of the house and put on one of his grandfathers heavy jackets because he didnt want to see her at all now and his own outdoor clothing was in the front hall closet too near where she was standing.He walked a long time in the frosty afternoon, seeing very little, and shaking himself from time to
33、 time when he realized that the cold was entering his shoes or making his ears numb. He should turn back, he thought often, but he walked on. And he found that he was climbing the slope to the antique forest that his grandfather had taken him to once, a long time ago. He climbed and became warmer, a
34、nd at dusk he was under the branches of the tiers of trees that had been there since the beginning of time. They or others that were identical to them. Waiting. Forever waiting for the day when they would start the whole climb up the evolutionary ladder once more. Here were the relicts his grandfath
35、er had brought him to see. Here was a silverbell, grown to the stature of a large tree, where down the slopes, in the lower reaches, it remained always a shrub. Here the white basswood grew alongside the hemlock and the bitternut hickory, and the beeches and sweet buckeyes locked arms.“David.” He st
36、opped and listened, certain he had imagined it, but the call came again. “David, are you up here?”He turned then and saw Celia among the massive tree trunks. Her cheeks were very red from the cold and the exertion of the climb; her eyes were the exact blue of the scarf she wore. She stopped six feet
37、 from him and opened her mouth to speak again, but didnt. Instead she drew off a glove and touched the smooth trunk of a beech tree. “Grandfather Wiston brought me up here, too, when I was twelve. It was very important to him that we understand this place.”David nodded.She looked at him then. “Why d
38、id you leave like that? They all think were going to fight again.”“We might,” he said.She smiled. “I dont think so. Never again.”“We should start down. Itll be dark in a few minutes.” But he didnt move.“David, try to make Mother see, will you? You understand that I have to go, that I have to do some
39、thing, dont you? She thinks youre so clever. Shed listen to you.”He laughed. “They think Im clever like a puppy dog.”Celia shook her head. “Youre the one theyd listen to. They treat me like a child and always will.”David shook his head, smiling, but he sobered again very quickly and said, “Why are y
40、ou going, Celia? What are you trying to prove?”“Damn it, David. If you dont understand, who will?” She took a deep breath and said, “Look, you do read the newspapers, dont you? People are starving in South America. Most of South America will be in a state of famine before the end of this decade if t
41、hey arent helped almost immediately. And no one has done any real research in tropical farming methods. Practically no one. Thats all lateritic soil and no one down there understands it. They go in and burn off the trees and underbrush, and in two or three years they have a sunbaked plain as hard as
42、 iron. Okay, they send some of their bright young students here to learn about modern farming, but they go to Iowa, or Kansas, or Minnesota, or some other dumb place like that, and they learn farming methods suited to temperate climates, not tropical. Well, we trained in tropical farming and were go
43、ing to start classes down there, in the field. Its what I trained for. This project will get me a doctorate.”The Wistons were farmers, had always been farmers. “Custodians of the soil,” Grandfather Wiston had said once, “not its owners, just custodians.”Celia reached down and moved the matted leaves
44、 and muck from the surface of the earth and straightened with her hand full of black dirt. “The famines are spreading. They need so much. And I have so much to give! Cant you understand that?” she cried. She closed her hand hard, compacting the soil into a ball that crumbled again when she opened he
45、r fist and touched the lump with her forefinger. She let the soil fall from her hand and carefully pushed the protective covering of leaves back over the bared spot.“You followed me to tell me good-bye, didnt you?” David said suddenly, and his voice was harsh. “Its really good-bye this time, isnt it
46、?” He watched her and slowly she nodded. “Theres someone in your group?”“Im not sure, David. Maybe.” She bowed her head and started to pull her glove on again. “I thought I was sure. But when I saw you in the hall, saw the look on your face when I came in . . . I realized that I just dont know.”“Cel
47、ia, you listen to me! There arent any hereditary defects that would surface! Damn it, you know that! If there were, we simply wouldnt have children, but theres no reason. You know that, dont you?”She nodded. “I know.”“For Gods sake! Come with me, Celia. We dont have to get married right away, let th
48、em get used to the idea first. They will. They always do. We have a resilient family, you and me. Celia, I love you.”She turned her head, and he saw that she was weeping. She wiped her cheeks with her glove, then with her bare hand, leaving dirt streaks. David pulled her to him, held her and kissed
49、her tears, her cheeks, her lips. And he kept saying, “I love you, Celia.”She finally drew away and started back down the slope, with David following. “I cant decide anything right now. It isnt fair. I should have stayed at the house. I shouldnt have followed you up here. David, Im committed to going in two days. I cant just say Ive changed my mind. Its important to me. To the people down there. I cant just decide not to go. You went to Oxford f