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      经典名句-英文:A lot of people can not say the pain, many people have no action.



      THE EVENTS that would deal Macondo its fatal blow were just showing themselves when they brought Meme Buendía’s son home. The public situation was so uncertain then that no one had sufficient spirit to become involved with private scandals, so that Fernanda was able to count on an atmosphere that enabled her to keep the child hidden as if he had never existed. She had to take him in because the circumstances under which they brought him made rejection impossible. She had to tolerate him against her will for the rest of her life because at the moment of truth she lacked the courage to go through with her inner determination to drown him in the bathroom cistern. She locked him up in Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s old workshop. She succeeded in convincing Santa Sofía de la Piedad that she had found him floating in a basket. ?rsula would die without ever knowing his origin. Little Amaranta ?rsula, who went into the workshop once when Fernanda was feeding the child, also believed the version of the floating basket. Aureliano Segundo, having broken finally with his wife because of the irrational way in which she handled Meme’s tragedy, did not know of the existence of his grandson until three years after they brought him home, when the child escaped from captivity through an oversight on Fernanda’s part and appeared on the porch for a fraction of a second, naked, with matted hair, and with an impressive sex organ that was like a turkey’s wattles, as if he were not a human child but the encyclopedia definition of a cannibal.

      整个马孔多将要遭到致命打击的那些事情刚露苗头,梅梅的儿子就给送到家里来了。全镇处于惊惶不安的状态,谁也不愿去管别人的家庭丑事,因此,菲兰达决定利用这种有利情况把孩子藏起来,仿佛肚上没有他这个人似的。她不得不收留这个孙子,因为周围的环境不容许她拒绝。事与愿违,她到死的一天都得承认这个孩子;她本来暗中决定在浴宝水池里把他溺毙,可是在最后时刻她又失去了这种勇气。她把他关在奥雷连诺上校往日的作坊里,她让圣索菲娅。 德拉佩德相信,她是在河上漂来的一只柳条筐里发现这个孩子的。乌苏娜直到临终的时候,始终都不知道他的出生秘密。有一天,小姑娘阿玛兰塔。乌苏娜偶然走进作坊,菲兰达正在那儿喂孩子,小姑娘也相信了关于柳条筐的说法。因为妻子的荒唐行为毁了梅梅的一生,奥雷连诺第二终于离开了妻子,他是三年以后才知道这个孙子的,那时由于菲兰达的疏忽,孩子跑出了作坊,在长廊上呆了一会儿——这孩子全身赤裸裸的,头发乱蓬蓬的,他的男性器官犹如火鸡的垂肉;他不象人,而象百科全书中野人的图像。

      Fernanda had not counted on that nasty trick of her incorrigible fate. The child was like the return of a shame that she had thought exiled by her from the house forever. As soon as they carried off Mauricio Babilonia with his shattered spinal column, Fernanda had worked out the most minute details of a plan destined to wipe out all traces of the burden. Without consulting her husband, she packed her bags, put the three changes of clothing that her daughter would need into a small suitcase, and went to get her in her bedroom a half hour before the train arrived.


      “Let’s go, Renata,?she told her.


      She gave no explanation. Meme, for her part, did not expect or want any. She not only did not know where they were going, but it would have been the same to her if they had been taking her to the slaughterhouse. She had not spoken again nor would she do so for the rest of her life from the time that she heard the shot in the backyard and the simultaneous cry of pain from Mauricio Babilonia. When her mother ordered her out of the bedroom she did not comb her hair or wash her face and she got into the train as if she were walking in her sleep, not even noticing the yellow butterflies that were still accompanying her. Fernanda never found out nor did she take the trouble to, whether that stony silence was a determination of her will or whether she had become mute because of the impact of the tragedy. Meme barely took notice of the journey through the formerly enchanted region. She did not see the shady, endless banana groves on both sides of the tracks. She did not see the white houses of the gringos or their gardens, dried out by dust and heat, or the women in shorts and blue-striped shirts playing cards on the terraces. She did not see the oxcarts on the dusty roads loaded down with bunches of bananas. She did not see the girls diving into the transparent rivers like tarpons, leaving the passengers on the train with the bitterness of their splendid breasts, or the miserable huts of the workers all huddled together where Mauricio Babilonia’s yellow butterflies fluttered about and in the doorways of which there were green and squalid children sitting on their pots, and pregnant women who shouted insults at the train. That fleeting vision, which had been a celebration for her when she came home from school, passed through Meme’s heart without a quiver. She did not look out of the window, not even when the burning dampness of the groves ended and the train went through a poppy-laden plain where the carbonized skeleton of the Spanish galleon still sat and then came out into the dear air alongside the frothy, dirty sea where almost a century before Jos?Arcadio Buendía’s illusions had met defeat.


      At five o’clock in the afternoon, when they had come to the last station in the swamp, she got out of the train because Fernanda made her. They got into a small carriage that looked like an enormous bat, drawn by an asthmatic horse, and they went through the desolate city in the endless streets of which, split by saltiness, there was the sound of a piano lesson just like the one that Fernanda heard during the siestas of her adolescence. They went on board a riverboat, the wooden wheel of which had a sound of conflagration, and whose rusted metal plates reverberated like the mouth of an oven. Meme shut herself up in her cabin. Twice a day Fernanda left a plate of food by her bed and twice a day she took it away intact, not because Meme had resolved to die of hunger, but because even the smell of food was repugnant to her and her stomach rejected even water. Not even she herself knew that her fertility had outwitted the mustard vapors, just as Fernanda did not know until almost a year later, when they broughtthe child. In the suffocating cabin, maddened by the vibration of the metal plates and the unbearable stench of the mud stirred up by the paddle wheel, Meme lost track of the days. Much time had passed when she saw the last yellow butterfly destroyed in the blades of the fan and she admitted as an irremediable truth that Mauricio Babilonia had died. She did not let herself be defeated by resignation, however. She kept on thinking about him during the arduous muleback crossing of the hallucinating plateau where Aureliano Segundo had become lost when he was looking for the most beautiful woman who had ever appeared on the face of the earth, and when they went over the mountains along Indian trails and entered the gloomy city in whose stone alleys the funereal bronze bells of thirty-two churches tolled. That night they slept in the abandoned colonial mansion on boards that Fernanda laid on the floor of a room invaded by weeds, wrapped in the shreds of curtains that they pulled off the windows and that fell to pieces with every turn of the body. Meme knew where they were because in the flight of her insomnia she saw pass by the gentleman dressed in black whom they delivered to the house inside a lead box on one distant Christmas Eve. On the following day, after mass, Fernanda took her to a somber building that Meme recognized immediately from her mother’s stories of the convent where they had raised her to be a queen, and then she understood that they had come to the end of the journey. While Fernanda was speaking to someone in the office next door, Meme remained in a parlor checkered with large oil paintings of colonial archbishops, still wearing an etamine dress with small black flowers and stiff high shoes which were swollen by the cold of the uplands. She was standing in the center of the parlor thinking about Mauricio Babilonia under the yellow stream of light from the stained glass windows when a very beautiful novice came out of the office carrying her suitcase with the three changes of clothing. As she passedMeme she took her hand without stopping.

      下午1点钟,她们到了沼泽地带的终点站,菲兰达把梅梅领出车厢,她们坐上一辆蝙蝠似的小马车,穿过一座荒凉的城市,驾车的马象气喘病人一样直喘粗气,在城内宽长的街道上空,在海盐摧裂的土地上空,回荡着菲兰达青年时代每天午休时听到的钢琴声。她俩登上一艘内河轮船,轮船包着生锈的外壳,象火炉似的冒着热气,而木制蹼轮的叶片划着河水的时候,却象消防唧筒那样发出噗哧噗哧的响声。梅梅躲在自己的船舱里。菲兰达每天两次拿一碟食物放在梅梅床边,每天两次又把原封未动的食物拿走,这倒不是因为梅梅决心饿死,而是因为她厌恶食物的气味,她的胃甚至把水都倒了出来。梅梅还不怀疑用芥未膏沐浴对她并无帮助,就象菲兰达几乎一年以后见到了孩子才明白真相一样。在闷热的船舱里,铁舱壁不住地震动,蹼轮搅起的淤泥臭得难闻,梅梅已经记不得日子了。过了许多时间,她才看见最后一只黄蝴蝶在电扇的叶片里丧生,终于意识到毛里西奥·巴比洛尼亚已经死了,这是无法挽回的事了。可是梅梅没有忘记自己钟爱的人。她一路上都不断想到他。接着,她和母亲骑着骡子经过幻景幢幢的荒漠(奥雷连诺第二寻找世上最 美的女人时曾在这儿徘徊过),然后沿着印第安人的小径爬上山岗,进入一座阴森的城市;这里都是石铺的、陡峭的街道,三十二个钟楼都敲起了丧钟,她俩在一座古老荒弃的宅子里过夜,房间里长满了杂草,菲兰达铺在地上的木板成了她俩的卧铺,菲兰达把早已变成破布的窗帘取下来,铺在光木板上,身体一动破布就成了碎片。梅梅已经猜到她们是在哪儿了,因为她睡不着觉,浑身战栗,看见一个身穿黑衣的先生从旁走过,这就是很久以前的一个圣诞节前夕用铅制的箱子抬到她们家中的那个人。第二天弥撒以后,菲兰达把她带到一座阴暗的房子。梅梅凭她多次听到的母亲讲过的修道院(她母亲家中曾想在这儿把她母亲培养成为女王),立即认出了它,知道旅行到了终点。菲兰达在隔壁房间里跟什么人谈话的时候,梅梅就在客厅里等候;客厅里挂着西班牙人主教古老的大幅油画。梅梅冷得发抖,因为他还穿若满是黑色小花朵的薄衣服,高腰皮鞋也给荒原上的冰弄得翘起来了。她站在客厅中间彩绘玻璃透过来的昏黄的灯光下面,想着毛里西奥。 巴比洛尼亚;随后,隔壁房间里走出一个很美的修女,手里拎着梅梅的衣箱。她走过梅梅面前的时候,停都没停一下,拉着梅梅的手,说:

      “Come, Renata,?she said to her.


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