Next morning about half-past ten Mr. Polly found himself seated under a clump1 of fir trees by the roadside and about three miles and a half from the Potwell Inn. He was by no means sure whether he was taking a walk to clear his mind or leaving that threat-marred Paradise for good and all. His reason pointed2 a lean, unhesitating finger along the latter course.
For after all, the thing was not his quarrel.
That agreeable plump woman, agreeable, motherly, comfortable as she might be, wasn’t his affair; that child with the mop of black hair who combined so magically the charm of mouse and butterfly and flitting bird, who was daintier than a flower and softer than a peach, was no concern of his. Good heavens! what were they to him? Nothing! . . .
Uncle Jim, of course, had a claim, a sort of claim.
If it came to duty and chucking up this attractive, indolent, observant, humorous, tramping life, there were those who had a right to him, a legitimate3 right, a prior claim on his protection and chivalry4.
Why not listen to the call of duty and go back to Miriam now? . . .
He had had a very agreeable holiday. . . .
And while Mr. Polly sat thinking these things as well as he could, he knew that if only he dared to look up the heavens had opened and the clear judgment5 on his case was written across the sky.
He knew — he knew now as much as a man can know of life. He knew he had to fight or perish.
Life had never been so clear to him before. It had always been a confused, entertaining spectacle, he had responded to this impulse and that, seeking agreeable and entertaining things, evading6 difficult and painful things. Such is the way of those who grow up to a life that has neither danger nor honour in its texture7. He had been muddled8 and wrapped about and entangled9 like a creature born in the jungle who has never seen sea or sky. Now he had come out of it suddenly into a great exposed place. It was as if God and Heaven waited over him and all the earth was expectation.
“Not my business,” said Mr. Polly, speaking aloud. “Where the devil do I come in?”
And again, with something between a whine10 and a snarl11 in his voice, “not my blasted business!”
His mind seemed to have divided itself into several compartments12, each with its own particular discussion busily in progress, and quite regardless of the others. One was busy with the detailed13 interpretation14 of the phrase “Kick you ugly.” There’s a sort of French wrestling in which you use and guard against feet. Watch the man’s eye, and as his foot comes up, grip and over he goes — at your mercy if you use the advantage right. But how do you use the advantage rightly?
When he thought of Uncle Jim the inside feeling of his body faded away rapidly to a blank discomfort15. . . .
“Old cadger16! She hadn’t no business to drag me into her quarrels. Ought to go to the police and ask for help! Dragging me into a quarrel that don’t concern me.”
“Wish I’d never set eyes on the rotten inn!”
The reality of the case arched over him like the vault17 of the sky, as plain as the sweet blue heavens above and the wide spread of hill and valley about him. Man comes into life to seek and find his sufficient beauty, to serve it, to win and increase it, to fight for it, to face anything and dare anything for it, counting death as nothing so long as the dying eyes still turn to it. And fear, and dulness and indolence and appetite, which indeed are no more than fear’s three crippled brothers who make am-bushes and creep by night, are against him, to delay him, to hold him off, to hamper18 and beguile19 and kill him in that quest. He had but to lift his eyes to see all that, as much a part of his world as the driving clouds and the bending grass, but he kept himself downcast, a grumbling20, inglorious, dirty, fattish little tramp, full of dreads21 and quivering excuses.
“Why the hell was I ever born?” he said, with the truth almost winning him.
What do you do when a dirty man who smells, gets you down and under in the dirt and dust with a knee below your diaphragm and a large hairy hand squeezing your windpipe tighter and tighter in a quarrel that isn’t, properly speaking, yours?
“If I had a chance against him —” protested Mr. Polly.
“It’s no Good, you see,” said Mr. Polly.
He stood up as though his decision was made, and was for an instant struck still by doubt.
There lay the road before him going this way to the east and that to the west.
Westward22, one hour away now, was the Potwell Inn. Already things might be happening there. . . .
Eastward23 was the wise man’s course, a road dipping between hedges to a hop24 garden and a wood and presently no doubt reaching an inn, a picturesque25 church, perhaps, a village and fresh company. The wise man’s course. Mr. Polly saw himself going along it, and tried to see himself going along it with all the self-applause a wise man feels. But somehow it wouldn’t come like that. The wise man fell short of happiness for all his wisdom. The wise man had a paunch and round shoulders and red ears and excuses. It was a pleasant road, and why the wise man should not go along it merry and singing, full of summer happiness, was a miracle to Mr. Polly’s mind, but confound it! the fact remained, the figure went slinking — slinking was the only word for it — and would not go otherwise than slinking. He turned his eyes westward as if for an explanation, and if the figure was no longer ignoble26, the prospect27 was appalling28.
“One kick in the stummick would settle a chap like me,” said Mr. Polly.
“Oh, God!” cried Mr. Polly, and lifted his eyes to heaven, and said for the last time in that struggle, “It isn’t my affair!”
And so saying he turned his face towards the Potwell Inn.
He went back neither halting nor hastening in his pace after this last decision, but with a mind feverishly29 busy.
“If I get killed, I get killed, and if he gets killed I get hung. Don’t seem just somehow.
“Don’t suppose I shall frighten him off.”
1 clump | |
n.树丛,草丛;vi.用沉重的脚步行走 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 pointed | |
adj.尖的,直截了当的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 legitimate | |
adj.合法的,合理的,合乎逻辑的;v.使合法 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 chivalry | |
n.骑士气概,侠义;(男人)对女人彬彬有礼,献殷勤 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 judgment | |
n.审判;判断力,识别力,看法,意见 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 evading | |
逃避( evade的现在分词 ); 避开; 回避; 想不出 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 texture | |
n.(织物)质地;(材料)构造;结构;肌理 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 muddled | |
adj.混乱的;糊涂的;头脑昏昏然的v.弄乱,弄糟( muddle的过去式);使糊涂;对付,混日子 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 entangled | |
adj.卷入的;陷入的;被缠住的;缠在一起的v.使某人(某物/自己)缠绕,纠缠于(某物中),使某人(自己)陷入(困难或复杂的环境中)( entangle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 whine | |
v.哀号,号哭;n.哀鸣 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 snarl | |
v.吼叫,怒骂,纠缠,混乱;n.混乱,缠结,咆哮 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 compartments | |
n.间隔( compartment的名词复数 );(列车车厢的)隔间;(家具或设备等的)分隔间;隔层 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 detailed | |
adj.详细的,详尽的,极注意细节的,完全的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 interpretation | |
n.解释,说明,描述;艺术处理 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 discomfort | |
n.不舒服,不安,难过,困难,不方便 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 cadger | |
n.乞丐;二流子;小的油容量;小型注油器 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 vault | |
n.拱形圆顶,地窖,地下室 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 hamper | |
vt.妨碍,束缚,限制;n.(有盖的)大篮子 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 beguile | |
vt.欺骗,消遣 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 grumbling | |
adj. 喃喃鸣不平的, 出怨言的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 dreads | |
n.恐惧,畏惧( dread的名词复数 );令人恐惧的事物v.害怕,恐惧,担心( dread的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 westward | |
n.西方,西部;adj.西方的,向西的;adv.向西 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 eastward | |
adv.向东;adj.向东的;n.东方,东部 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 hop | |
n.单脚跳,跳跃;vi.单脚跳,跳跃;着手做某事;vt.跳跃,跃过 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 picturesque | |
adj.美丽如画的,(语言)生动的,绘声绘色的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 ignoble | |
adj.不光彩的,卑鄙的;可耻的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 prospect | |
n.前景,前途;景色,视野 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 appalling | |
adj.骇人听闻的,令人震惊的,可怕的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 feverishly | |
adv. 兴奋地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |