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      经典名句-英文:The calamity itself inspired defenses against boredom.



      NIT RAINED FOR four years, eleven months, and two days. There were periods of drizzle during which everyone put on his full dress and a convalescent look to celebrate the clearing, but the people soon grew accustomed to interpret the pauses as a sign of redoubled rain. The sky crumbled into a set of destructive storms and out of the north came hurricanes that scattered roofs about and knocked down walls and uprooted every last plant of the banana groves. Just as during the insomnia plague, as ?rsula came to remember during those days, the calamity itself inspired defenses against boredom. Aureliano Segundo was one of those who worked hardest not to be conquered by idleness. He had gone home for some minor matter on the night that Mr. Brown unleashed the storm, and Fernanda tried to help him with a half-blown-out umbrella that she found in a closet. “I don’t need it,?he said. “I’ll stay until it clears.?That was not, of course, an ironclad promise, but he would accomplish it literally. Since his clothes were at Petra Cotes’s, every three days he would take off what he had on and wait in his shorts until they washed. In order not to become bored, he dedicated himself to the task of repairing the many things that needed fixing in the house. He adjusted hinges, oiled locks, screwed knockers tight, and planed doorjambs. For several months he was seen wandering about with a toolbox that the gypsies must have left behind in Jos?Arcadio Buendía’s days, and no one knew whether because of the involuntary exercise, the winter tedium or the imposed abstinence, but his belly was deflating little by little like a wineskin and his face of a beatific tortoise was becoming less bloodshot and his double chin less prominent until he became less pachydermic all over and was able to tie his own shoes again. Watching him putting in latches and repairing clocks, Fernanda wondered whether or not he too might be falling into the vice of building so that he could take apart like Colonel Aureliano Buendía and his little gold fishes,Amaranta and her shroud and her buttons, Jos?Arcadio and the parchments, and ?rsula and her memories. But that was not the case. The worst part was that the rain was affecting everything and the driest of machines would have flowers popping out among their gears if they were not oiled every three days, and the threads in brocades rusted, and wet clothing would break out in a rash of saffron-colored moss. The air was so damp that fish could have come in through the doors and swum out the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms. One morning ?rsula woke up feeling that she was reaching her end in a placid swoon and she had already asked them to take her to Father Antonio Isabel, even if it had to be on a stretcher, when Santa Sofía de la Piedad discovered that her back was paved with leeches. She took them off one by one, crushing them with a firebrand before they bled her to death. It was necessary to dig canals to get the water out of the house and rid it of the frogs and snails so that they could dry the floors and take the bricks from under the bedposts and walk in shoes once more. Occupied with the many small details that called for his attention, Aureliano Segundo did not realize that he was getting old until one afternoon when he found himself contemplating the premature dusk from a rocking chair and thinking about Petra Cotes without quivering. There would have been no problem in going back to Fernanda’s insipid love, because her beauty had become solemn with age, but the rain had spared him from all emergencies of passion and had filled him with the spongy serenity of a lack of appetite. He amused himself thinking about the things that he could have done in other times with that rain which had already lasted a year. He had been one of the first to bring zinc sheets to Macondo, much earlier than their popularization by the banana company, simply to roof Petra Cotes’s bedroom with them and to take pleasure in the feeling of deep intimacy that the sprinkling of the rain produced at that time.But even those wild memories of his mad youth left him unmoved, just as during his last debauch he had exhausted his quota of salaciousness and all he had left was the marvelous gift of being able to remember it without bitterness or repentance. It might have been thought that the deluge had given him the opportunity to sit and reflect and that the business of the pliers and the oilcan had awakened in him the tardy yearning of so many useful trades that he might have followed in his life and did not; but neither case was true, because the temptation of a sedentary domesticity that was besieging him was not the result of any rediscovery or moral lesion. it came from much farther off, unearthed by the rain’s pitchfork from the days when in Melquíades?room he would read the prodigious fables about flying carpets and whales that fed on entire ships and their crews. It was during those days that in a moment of carelessness little Aureliano appeared on the porch and his grandfather recognized the secret of his identity. He cut his hair, dressed him taught him not to be afraid of people, and very soon it was evident that he was a legitimate Aureliano Buendía, with his high cheekbones, his startled look, and his solitary air. It was a relief for Fernanda. For some time she had measured the extent of her pridefulness, but she could not find any way to remedy it because the more she thought of solutions the less rational they seemed to her. If she had known that Aureliano Segundo was going to take things the way he did, with the fine pleasure of a grandfather, she would not have taken so many turns or got so mixed up, but would have freed herself from mortification the year before Amaranta ?rsula, who already had her second teeth, thought of her nephew as a scurrying toy who was a consolation for the tedium of the rain. Aureliano Segundo remembered then the English encyclopedia that no one had since touched in Meme’s old room. He began to show the children the pictures, especially those of animals, and later on the mapsand photographs of remote countries and famous people. Since he did not know any English and could identify only the most famous cities and people, he would invent names and legends to satisfy the children’s insatiable curiosity.

      雨,下了四年十一个月零两夭。有时,它仿佛停息了,居民们就象久病初愈那样满脸笑容,穿上整齐的衣服,准备庆祝睛天的来临;但在这样的间隙之后,雨却更猛,大家很快也就习惯了。隆隆的雷声响彻了天空,狂烈的北风向马孔多袭来,掀开了屋顶,刮倒了墙垣,连根拔起了种植园最后剩下的几棵香蕉树。但是,犹如乌苏娜这些日子经常想起的失眠症流行时期那样,灾难本身也能对付苦闷。在跟无所事事进行斗争的人当中,奥雷连诺第二是最顽强的一个。那天晚上,为了一点儿小事,他顺便来到菲兰达家里,正巧碰上了布劳恩先生话说不吉利招来的狂风暴雨。菲兰达在壁橱里找到一把破伞,打算拿给丈夫。“用不着雨伞,”奥雷连诺第二说。“我要在这儿等到雨停。”当然,这句话不能认为是不可违背的誓言,然而奥雷连诺第二打算坚决履行自己的诺言,他的衣服是在佩特娜·柯特家里的,每三天他都脱下身上的衣服。光是穿着短裤,等着把衣服洗干净。他怕闲得无聊,开始修理家中需要修理的许多东西。他配好了门上的铰链,在锁上涂了油,拧紧了门闩的螺钉,矫正了房门的侧柱。在几个月中都可以看见,他腋下挟着一个工具箱(这个工具箱大概是霍·阿·布恩蒂亚在世时吉卜赛人留下的),在房子里忙未忙去,谁也不知道怎么回事——由于体力劳动呢,还是由于极度的忧闷,或者由于不得不节欲——他的肚子逐渐瘪了,象个空扁的皮酒囊;他那大乌龟似的傻里傻气的嘴脸,失去了原来的紫红色;双下巴也消失了;奥雷连诺第二终于瘦得那么厉害,能够自个儿系鞋带了。看见他一鼓作气地修理门闩,拆散挂钟,菲兰达就怀疑丈夫是否也染上了瞎折腾的恶习,象奥雷连诺上校做他的金鱼,象阿玛兰塔缝她的钮扣和殓衣,象霍·阿卡蒂奥第二看他的羊皮纸手稿,象乌苏娜反复唠叨她的往事。但是事情并非如此。原因只是暴雨把一切都搅乱了,甚至不会孕育的机器,如果三天不擦一次油,齿轮之间也会开出花朵;锦缎绣品的丝绒也会生锈;湿衣服也会长出番红花颜色的水草。空气充满了水分,鱼儿可以经过敞开的房门钻进屋子,穿过房间,游出窗子。有一天早晨乌苏娜醒来,感到非常虚弱——临终的预兆——,本来已经要求把她放上担架,抬到安东尼奥·伊萨贝尔神父那儿去,可是圣索菲娅。 德拉佩德立即发现,老太婆的整个背上都布满了水蛭。她就用一根燃烧着的木头烧灼它们,把它们一个一个地除掉,免得它们吸干乌苏娜最后剩下的血。这就不得不挖一条水沟,排出屋里的水,消除屋里的癞蛤模和蜗牛,然后才能弄干地面,搬走床脚下面的砖头,穿着鞋子走动。奥雷连诺第二忙于许多需要他注意的小事,没有察觉自己渐渐老了,可是有一天晚上,他一动动地坐在摇椅里,望着早临的夜色,想着佩特娜。 柯特,虽未感到任何激动,却突然觉得自己老了。看来,没有什么妨碍他回到菲兰达索然寡昧的怀抱(她虽上了年纪,姿容倒更焕发了),可是雨水冲掉了他的一切欲望,使他象个吃得过饱的人那样平平静静。从前,在这种延续整整一年的雨中,他是什么都干得出来的,他一想到此就不禁一笑。在香蕉公司推广锌板屋顶之前很久,他是第一个把锌板带到马孔多的。他把它们弄来,就是为了给佩特娜·柯特盖屋顶,因为听到雨水浇到屋顶的响声,他就觉得跟她亲亲热热特别舒服。然而,即使忆起青年时代那些荒唐怪诞的事儿,奥雷连诺第二也无动于衷,好象他在最后一次放荡时已经发泄完了自己的情欲,现在想起过去的快活就没有苦恼和懊悔了。乍一看来,雨终于使他能够安静地坐“下来,悠闲地左右思量,但是装着注油器和平口钳的箱子却使他过迟地想到了那些有益的事情,那些事情是他能做而未做的。但是情况并不如此。奥雷连诺第二喜欢舒适的家庭生活,既不是由于回忆起往事,也不是由于痛苦的生活经历。他对家庭生活的喜爱是在雨中产生的,是很久以前的童年时代产生的,当时他曾在梅尔加德斯的房间里阅读神话故事,那些故事谈到了飞毯,谈到了吞下整只整只轮船和乘员的鲸鱼。有一天,因为菲兰达的疏忽,小奥雷连诺溜到了氏廊上。奥雷连诺第二立即认出这小孩儿是他的孙子。他给他理发,帮他穿衣服。叫他不要怕人;不久之后,谁也不怀疑这是布恩蒂亚家中合法的孩子了,他具有这家人的共同特点:突出的颧骨,惊异的眼神,孤僻的模样儿。菲兰达从此也就放心了。她早就想克制骄做,可是不知道怎么办才好,因为她越考虑解决办法,就越觉得这些办法不合适。如果她知道奥雷连诺第二会用祖父的宽厚态度对待意外的孙子,她就不会采取各种搪塞和拖延的花招,一年前就会放弃把亲骨肉弄死的打算了。这时,阿玛兰塔·乌苏娜的乳齿已经换成恒齿,侄儿成了她闷倦的下雨时刻用来消遣的活玩具。奥雷连诺第二有一次想起,在梅梅昔日的卧室里,扔着大家忘记了的英国百科全书。他开始让孩子们看图画:起初是动物画,然后是地图、其他国家的风景画以及名人的肖像。奥雷连诺第二不懂英语,勉强能够认出的只是最有名的城市和最著名的人物,囚此他不得不自己想出一些名字和说法,来满足孩子们无 限的好奇心。

      Fernanda really believed that her husband was waiting for it to clear to return to his concubine. During the first months of the rain she was afraid that he would try to slip into her bedroom and that she would have to undergo the shame of revealing to him that she was incapable of reconciliation since the birth of Amaranta ?rsula. That was the reason for her anxious correspondence with the invisible doctors, interrupted by frequent disasters of the mail. During the first months when it was learned that the trains were jumping their tracks in the rain, a letter from the invisible doctors told her that hers were not arriving. Later on, when contact with the unknown correspondents was broken, she had seriously thought of putting on the tiger mask that her husband had worn in the bloody carnival and having herself examined under a fictitious name by the banana company doctors. But one of the many people who regularly brought unpleasant news of the deluge had told her that the company was dismantling its dispensaries to move them to where it was not raining. Then she gave up hope. She resigned herself to waiting until the rain stopped and the mail service was back to normal, and in the meantime she sought relief from her secret ailments with recourse to her imagination, because she would rather have died than put herself in the hands of the only doctor left in Macondo, the extravagant Frenchman who ate grass like a d&111nkey. She drew close to ?rsula, trusting that she would know of some palliative for her attacks. But her twisted habit of not calling things by their names made her put first things last and use “expelled?for “gave birth?and “burning?for “flow?so that it would all be less shameful, with the result that ?rsula reached the reasonable conclusion that her trouble was intestinal rather than uterine, and she advised her to take a dose of calomel on an empty stomach. If it had not been for that suffering, which would have had nothing shameful about it for someone who did not suffer as well from shamefulness, and if it had not been for the loss of the letters, the rain would not have bothered Fernanda, because, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it had been raining. She did not change her schedule or modify her ritual. When the table was still raised up on bricks and the chairs put on planks so that those at the table would not get their feet wet, she still served with linen tablecloths and fine chinaware and with lighted candles, because she felt that the calamities should not be used as a pretext for any relaxation in customs. No one went out into the street any more. If it had depended on Fernanda, they would never have done so, not only since it started raining but since long before that, because she felt that doors had been invented to stay closed and that curiosity for what was going on in the street was a matter for harlots. Yet she was the first one to look out when they were told that the funeral procession for Colonel Gerineldo Márquez was passing by and even though she only watched it through the half-opened window it left her in such a state of affliction that for a long time she repented in her weakness.


      She could not have conceived of a more desolate cortege. They had put the coffin in an oxcart over which they built a canopy of banana leaves, but the pressure of the rain was so intense and the streets so muddy that with every step the wheels got stuck and the covering was on the verge of falling apart. The streams of sad water that fell on the coffin were soaking the flag that had been placed on top which was actually the flag stained with blood and gunpowder that had been rejected by more honorable veterans. On the coffin they had also placed the saber with tassels of silver and copper, the same one that Colonel Gerineldo Márquez used to hang on the coat rack in order to go into Amaranta’s sewing room unarmed. Behind the cart, some barefoot and all of them with their pants rolled up, splashing in the mud were the last survivors of the surrender at Neerlandia carrying a drover’s staff in one hand and in the other a wreath of paper flowers that had become discolored in the rain. They appeared like an unreal vision along the street which still bore the name of Colonel Aureliano Buendía and they all looked at the house as they passed and turned the corner at the square, where they had to ask for help to move the cart, which was stuck. ?rsula had herself carried to the door by Santa Sofía de la Piedad. She followed the difficulties of the procession with such attention that no one doubted that she was seeing it, especially because her raised hand of an archangelic messenger was moving with the swaying of the cart.


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