英语听书《白鲸记》第276期

We resumed business; and while plying our spoonsin the bowl, thinks I to myself, I wonder now if thishere has any effect on the head? What's thatstultifying saying about chowder-headed people? Butlook, Queequeg, ain't that a live eel in your bowl?Where's your harpoon?

我们又吃了起来;我们的匙子在碗里掏来掏去的时候,我暗自揣思着,不知道这东西究竟可会影响到头脑?那句说人傻头傻脑的前言不搭后语的话是怎么一回事呢?喂,魁魁格,你看,你碗里不是有一条活鳝鱼吗?你的标枪在哪儿呀?

Fishiest of all fishy places was the Try Pots, whichwell deserved its name; for the pots there were always boiling chowders. Chowder forbreakfast, and chowder for dinner, and chowder for supper, till you began to look for fish-bonescoming through your clothes. The area before the house was paved with clam-shells. Mrs.Hussey wore a polished necklace of codfish vertebra; and Hosea Hussey had his account booksbound in superior old shark-skin. There was a fishy flavor to the milk, too, which I could notat all account for, till one morning happening to take a stroll along the beach among somefishermen's boats, I saw Hosea's brindled cow feeding on fish remnants, and marching alongthe sand with each foot in a cod's decapitated head, looking very slipshod, I assure ye.

炼锅真是一切渔区的最富有鱼气的地方,它真是名副其实;因为那些锅子总在煨着杂烩。早饭吃杂烩,午饭是杂烩,晚饭又是杂烩,直吃得教人会在衣服上找到打里面戳出的鱼骨头。屋前的地方都铺满了蛤蜊壳。胡赛太太挂着的那条锃亮的项链,就是用鳘鱼脊骨做的;荷西亚。胡赛的账册则是用顶好的旧鲨鱼皮装订的。牛奶里也有股鱼味道,这味道本来很使我弄不明白,直到有一天早晨,我偶然沿着那块泊有几条渔船的沙滩散步时才明白过来,我看到荷西亚那头花斑的母牛在吃鱼骨鱼杂,而且,老实告诉你,它沿着沙地走时,每一只脚都套着一只斩下来的鳘鱼头,那样子真象穿着拖鞋。

Supper concluded, we received a lamp, and directions from Mrs.Hussey concerning the nearestway to bed; but, as Queequeg was about to precede me up the stairs, the lady reached forthher arm, and demanded his harpoon; she allowed no harpoon in her chambers. Why not? said I;every true whaleman sleeps with his harpoon-but why not?

吃过晚饭,我们拿到一盏灯,胡赛太太还指点我们怎样走最近便的路到床上去。但是,正当魁魁格想先我走上扶梯的时候,那女人伸出她的胳膊来,要他交出标枪;说她房间里不准搁标枪。为什么不能?