柴科婷英美短篇小说10300120159 The silence By John galsworthy MY SISTER MABEL EDITH REYNOLDS In a car of the Naples express a mining expert was div ing into a bag for papers. The strong sunlight showed the fine wrinkles on his brown face and the shabbiness of his short, rough beard. A newspaper cutting slipped from his fingers; he picked it up, thinking: How the dickens did that get in here? It was from a colonial print of three years back; and he sat staring, as if in that forlorn slip of yellow paper he had encountered some ghost from his past These were the words he read: We hope that the setback to civilisation, the check commerce and development, in this promising centre of our colony may be but temporary; and that capital may again come to the rescue. Where one man was successful, others should surely not fail? We are conv inced that it only needs. "And the last words: "For what can be sadder than to see the forest spreading its lengthening shadows, like symbols of defeat, over the untenanted dwellings of men; and where was once the merry chatter of human voices, to pass by in the silence On an af ternoon, thirteen years before, he had been in the city of London, at one of those emporiums where mining experts perch, before fresh flights, like sea-gulls on some favourite rock. A clerk said to him: "Mr Scorrier, they are asking for you downstairs--Mr. Hemmings of the new colliery company Scorrier took up the speaking tube. "Is that you, Mr. Scorrier? I hope you are very well, sir, I am--Hemmings--I am--coming up In two minutes he appeared, Christopher Hemmings, secretary of the New Colliery Company, known in the City-behind his back--as " Down-by-the-stam"Hemmings. He grasped Scormier's hand--the gesture was deferential, yet distinguished. Too handsome, too Check: something that delays the progress of sth else or stops it from getting worse阻碍进程的事物
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 1 The Silence By John Galsworthy To MY SISTER MABEL EDITH REYNOLDS I In a car of the Naples express a mining expert was diving into a bag for papers. The strong sunlight showed the fine wrinkles on his brown face and the shabbiness of his short, rough beard. A newspaper cutting slipped from his fingers; he picked it up, thinking: 'How the dickens did that get in here?' It was from a colonial print of three years back; and he sat staring, as if in that forlorn slip of yellow paper he had encountered some ghost from his past. These were the words he read: "We hope that the setback to civilisation, the check1 to commerce and development, in this promising centre of our colony may be but temporary; and that capital may again come to the rescue. Where one man was successful, others should surely not fail? We are convinced that it only needs...." And the last words: "For what can be sadder than to see the forest spreading its lengthening shadows, like symbols of defeat, over the untenanted dwellings of men; and where was once the merry chatter of human voices, to pass by in the silence...." On an afternoon, thirteen years before, he had been in the city of London, at one of those emporiums where mining experts perch, before fresh flights, like sea-gulls on some favourite rock. A clerk said to him: "Mr. Scorrier, they are asking for you downstairs--Mr. Hemmings of the New Colliery Company." Scorrier took up the speaking tube. "Is that you, Mr. Scorrier? I hope you are very well, sir, I am--Hemmings--I am--coming up." In two minutes he appeared, Christopher Hemmings, secretary of the New Colliery Company, known in the City-behind his back--as "Down-by-the-starn" Hemmings. He grasped Scorrier's hand--the gesture was deferential, yet distinguished. Too handsome, too 1 Check: something that delays the progress of sth else or stops it from getting worse 阻碍进程的事物
柴科婷英美短篇小说103001201592 capable, too important, his figure, the cut of his iron-grey beard, and his intrusively fine eyes conveyed a continual courteous invitation to inspect their infallibilities. He stood, like a City Atlas, "with his legs apart, his coat-tails gathered in his hands, a whole globe of financial matters deftly balanced on his nose. " Look at me! he seemed to say. " It's heavy, but how easily I carry it. Not the man to let it down, Sir! I hope I see you well, Mr. Cormier, "he began. I have come round about our mine There is a question of a fresh field being opened up--between ourselves, not before it's wanted I find it difficult to get my board to take a comprehensive view. In short, the question is: Are you prepared to go out for us, and report on it? The fees will be all right. His left eye closed Things have been very--er-dicky; we are going to change our superintendent. I have got little Pippin--you know little Pippin? Scorrier murmured, with a feeling of vague resentment: "Oh yes. He's not a mining man! Hemmings replied: We think that he will do. "Do you? thought Scorrier; that's good of He had not altogether shaken off a worship he had felt for Pippin-"King"Pippin he was always called, when they had been boys at the Cambome Grammar-school. King" Pippin the boy with the bright colour, very bright hair, bright, subtle, elusive eyes, broad shoulders little stoop in the neck, and a way of mov ing it quickly like a bird; the boy who was always at the top of everything, and held his head as if looking for something further to be the top of He remembered how one day " King"Pippin had said to him in his soft way, " Young Scorrie I'll do your sums for you", and in answer to his dubious, "Is that all right? had replied, " Of course--l dont want you to get behind that beast Blake, he's not a Comishman"(the beast Blake was an Irishman not yet twelve ). He remembered, too, an occasion when "King"Pippin with two other boys fought six louts and got a licking, and how Pippin sat for half an hour afterwards, all bloody, his head in his hands, rocking to and fro, and weeping tears of motif ication; and how the next day he had sneaked off by himself, and, attacking the same gang, got frightfully mauled a second time Resentment:[心(因自卑压抑引起的)愤慨 3Mau:殴打
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 2 capable, too important, his figure, the cut of his iron-grey beard, and his intrusively fine eyes, conveyed a continual courteous invitation to inspect their infallibilities. He stood, like a City "Atlas," with his legs apart, his coat-tails gathered in his hands, a whole globe of financial matters deftly balanced on his nose. "Look at me!" he seemed to say. "It's heavy, but how easily I carry it. Not the man to let it down, Sir!" "I hope I see you well, Mr. Scorrier," he began. "I have come round about our mine. There is a question of a fresh field being opened up--between ourselves, not before it's wanted. I find it difficult to get my Board to take a comprehensive view. In short, the question is: Are you prepared to go out for us, and report on it? The fees will be all right." His left eye closed. "Things have been very--er--dicky; we are going to change our superintendent. I have got little Pippin--you know little Pippin?" Scorrier murmured, with a feeling of vague resentment2 : "Oh yes. He's not a mining man!" Hemmings replied: "We think that he will do." 'Do you?' thought Scorrier; 'that's good of you!' He had not altogether shaken off a worship he had felt for Pippin--"King" Pippin he was always called, when they had been boys at the Camborne Grammar-school. "King" Pippin! the boy with the bright colour, very bright hair, bright, subtle, elusive eyes, broad shoulders, little stoop in the neck, and a way of moving it quickly like a bird; the boy who was always at the top of everything, and held his head as if looking for something further to be the top of. He remembered how one day "King" Pippin had said to him in his soft way, "Young Scorrie, I'll do your sums for you"; and in answer to his dubious, "Is that all right?" had replied, "Of course--I don't want you to get behind that beast Blake, he's not a Cornishman" (the beast Blake was an Irishman not yet twelve). He remembered, too, an occasion when "King" Pippin with two other boys fought six louts and got a licking, and how Pippin sat for half an hour afterwards, all bloody, his head in his hands, rocking to and fro, and weeping tears of mortification; and how the next day he had sneaked off by himself, and, attacking the same gang, got frightfully mauled3 a second time. 2 Resentment: [心] （因自卑压抑引起的）愤慨 3 Maul: 殴打
柴科婷英美短篇小说10300120159 Thinking of these things he answered curtly: "When shall I start? Down-by-the-starn"Hemmings replied with a sort of fearful sprightlness: There 's a good fellow! I will send instructions; so glad to see you well. "Conferring on Scorrier a look--fine to the verge of vulgarity--he withdrew. Scorrier remained, seated; heavy with insignificance and vague oppression, as if he had drunk a tumbler of sweet port A week later, in company with Pippin, he was on board a liner The"King" Pippin of his school-days was now a man of forty-four. He awakened in Scorrier the uncertain wonder with which men look backward at their uncomplicated teens and staggering up and down the decks in the long Atlantic roll, he would steal glances at his companion, as if he expected to find out from them something about himself. Pippin had still King" Pippin's bright, fine hair, and dazzling streaks in his short beard; he had still a bright colour and suave voice, and what there were of wrinkles suggested only subtleties of humour and ironic sympathy. From the first, and apparently without negotiation, he had his seat at the captains table hich on the second day Scorrier too found himself translated, and had to sit, as he expressed it ruefully, "among the big-wigs During the voyage only one incident impressed itself on Scorrier's memory, and that for a disconcerting reason. In the forecastle were the usual complement of emigrants. One evening, leaning across the rail to watch them, he felt a touch on his am; and, looking round saw Pippins face and beard quivering in the lamplight. " Poor people! " he said. The idea flashed on Scorrier that he was like some fine wire sound-recording instrument Suppose he were to snap! he thought Impelled to justify this fancy, he blurted out You're a nervous chap. The way you look at those poor devils Pippin hustled him along the deck. "Come, come, you took me off my guard, "he murmured, with a sly, gentle smile, "thats not fair He found it a continual source of wonder that Pippin, at his age, should cut himself adrift from the associations and security of london life to begin a new career in a new country with dubious prospect of success. 'I always heard he was doing well all round, he thought; ' thinks he'll better himself, perhaps. He's a true Cornishman Bg-wgs:<口>要人,大亨 s Blurt out:脱口而出
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 3 Thinking of these things he answered curtly: "When shall I start?" "Down-by-the-starn" Hemmings replied with a sort of fearful sprightliness: "There's a good fellow! I will send instructions; so glad to see you well." Conferring on Scorrier a look--fine to the verge of vulgarity--he withdrew. Scorrier remained, seated; heavy with insignificance and vague oppression, as if he had drunk a tumbler of sweet port. A week later, in company with Pippin, he was on board a liner. The "King" Pippin of his school-days was now a man of forty-four. He awakened in Scorrier the uncertain wonder with which men look backward at their uncomplicated teens; and staggering up and down the decks in the long Atlantic roll, he would steal glances at his companion, as if he expected to find out from them something about himself. Pippin had still "King" Pippin's bright, fine hair, and dazzling streaks in his short beard; he had still a bright colour and suave voice, and what there were of wrinkles suggested only subtleties of humour and ironic sympathy. From the first, and apparently without negotiation, he had his seat at the captain's table, to which on the second day Scorrier too found himself translated, and had to sit, as he expressed it ruefully, "among the big-wigs4 ." During the voyage only one incident impressed itself on Scorrier's memory, and that for a disconcerting reason. In the forecastle were the usual complement of emigrants. One evening, leaning across the rail to watch them, he felt a touch on his arm; and, looking round, saw Pippin's face and beard quivering in the lamplight. "Poor people!" he said. The idea flashed on Scorrier that he was like some fine wire sound-recording instrument. 'Suppose he were to snap!' he thought. Impelled to justify this fancy, he blurted out5 : "You're a nervous chap. The way you look at those poor devils!" Pippin hustled him along the deck. "Come, come, you took me off my guard," he murmured, with a sly, gentle smile, "that's not fair." He found it a continual source of wonder that Pippin, at his age, should cut himself adrift from the associations and security of London life to begin a new career in a new country with dubious prospect of success. 'I always heard he was doing well all round,' he thought; 'thinks he'll better himself, perhaps. He's a true Cornishman.' 4 Big-wigs: <口> 要人，大亨 5 Blurt out: 脱口而出
柴科婷英美短篇小说103001201594 The moming of arrival at the mines was grey and cheerless; a cloud of smoke, beaten down by drizzle, clung above the forest; the wooden houses straggled dismally in the unkempt semblance of a street, against a background of endless, silent woods. An air of blank discouragement brooded over everything cranes jutted idly over empty trucks; the long jetty oozed black slime, miners with listless? faces stood in the rain; dogs fought under their very legs. On the way to the hotel they met no one busy or serene except a Chinee who was polishing a dish-cover The late superintendent, a cowed man, regaled them at lunch with his forebodings; his attitude toward the situation was like the food, which was greasy and uninspiring. Alone together once more, the two newcomers eyed each other sadly Oh dear! sighed Pippin. We must change all this, Scorrier; it will never do to go back beaten. I shall not go back beaten; you will have to carry me on my shield; "and slyly: " Too heavy, eh? Poor fellow! "Then for a long time he was silent, moving his lips as if adding up the cost Suddenly he sighed, and grasping Scorrier's arm, said: Dull, aren't I? What will you do? Put me in your report New Superintendent--sad, dull dog--not a word to throw at a cat And as if the new task were too much for him, he sank back in thought The last words he said to Scorrier that night were: "Very silent here. Its hard to believe one's here for life. But Ifeel I am. Mustn't be a coward, though and brushing his forehead, as though to clear from it a cobweb of faint thoughts, he hurried off corrier stayed on the veranda smok ing. The rain had ceased a few stars were buming dimly; even above the squalor o of the township the scent of the forests, the interminable forests, brooded. There sprang into his mind the memory of a picture from one of his childrens fairy books--the picture of a little bearded man on tiptoe, with poised head and a great sword, slashing at the castle of a giant. It reminded him of Pippin. And suddenly, even to Scorrier--whose existence was one long encounter with strange places--the unseen presence of those woods, their heavy, healthy scent, the little sounds, like squeaks from tiny toys issuing out of the gloomy silence, seemed intolerable, to be shunned, from the mere instinct Brood over:笼罩= hover over 7 Listless:= lethargic无精打采的,没有活力的 Regale sb with sth: to amuse or entertain sb with stories or jokes用…招待,款待 Veranda:走廊,游廊 l0 Squalor:肮脏,邋遢
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 4 The morning of arrival at the mines was grey and cheerless; a cloud of smoke, beaten down by drizzle, clung above the forest; the wooden houses straggled dismally in the unkempt semblance of a street, against a background of endless, silent woods. An air of blank discouragement brooded over6 everything; cranes jutted idly over empty trucks; the long jetty oozed black slime; miners with listless7 faces stood in the rain; dogs fought under their very legs. On the way to the hotel they met no one busy or serene except a Chinee who was polishing a dish-cover. The late superintendent, a cowed man, regaled8 them at lunch with his forebodings; his attitude toward the situation was like the food, which was greasy and uninspiring. Alone together once more, the two newcomers eyed each other sadly. "Oh dear!" sighed Pippin. "We must change all this, Scorrier; it will never do to go back beaten. I shall not go back beaten; you will have to carry me on my shield;" and slyly: "Too heavy, eh? Poor fellow!" Then for a long time he was silent, moving his lips as if adding up the cost. Suddenly he sighed, and grasping Scorrier's arm, said: "Dull, aren't I? What will you do? Put me in your report, 'New Superintendent--sad, dull dog--not a word to throw at a cat!'" And as if the new task were too much for him, he sank back in thought. The last words he said to Scorrier that night were: "Very silent here. It's hard to believe one's here for life. But I feel I am. Mustn't be a coward, though!" and brushing his forehead, as though to clear from it a cobweb of faint thoughts, he hurried off. Scorrier stayed on the veranda9 smoking. The rain had ceased, a few stars were burning dimly; even above the squalor10 of the township the scent of the forests, the interminable forests, brooded. There sprang into his mind the memory of a picture from one of his children's fairy books--the picture of a little bearded man on tiptoe, with poised head and a great sword, slashing at the castle of a giant. It reminded him of Pippin. And suddenly, even to Scorrier--whose existence was one long encounter with strange places--the unseen presence of those woods, their heavy, healthy scent, the little sounds, like squeaks from tiny toys, issuing out of the gloomy silence, seemed intolerable, to be shunned, from the mere instinct 6 Brood over: 笼罩= hover over 7 Listless: =lethargic 无精打采的，没有活力的 8 Regale sb with sth: to amuse or entertain sb with stories or jokes 用…招待，款待 9 Veranda: 走廊，游廊 10 Squalor: 肮脏，邋遢
柴科婷英美短篇小说10300120159 of self-preservation. He thought of the evening he had spent in the bosom of Down-by-the-starn"Hemmings' family, receiving his last instructions--the security of that suburban villa, its discouraging gentility; the superior acidity of the Miss Hemmings; the noble names of large contractors, of company promoters, of a peer, dragged with the lightness of gun-carriages across the conversation; the autocracy of Hemmings, rasped up here and there, by some domestic contradiction. It was all so nice and safe--as if the whole thing had been fastened to an anchor sunk beneath the pink cabbages of the drawing-room carpet Hemmings, seeing him off the premises, had said with secrecy: "Little Pippin will have a good thing. We shall make his salary L----. He'll be a great man-quite a king. Ha-ha! Scorrier shook the ashes from his pipe. 'Salary! he thought, straining his ears; 'I wouldn,'t take the place for five thousand pounds a year. And yet it's a fine country and with ironic violence he repeated, ' a dashed fine country Ten days later, having finished his report on the new mine, he stood on the jetty waitng to go abroad the steamer for home God bless you! said Pippin. Tell them they needn ' t be afraid and sometimes when you're at home think of me, eh? Scorrier, scrambling on board, had a confused memory of tears in his eyes, and a convulsive handshake It was eight years before the wheels of life carried Scorrier back to that disenchanted spot, and this time not on the business of the New Colliery Company. He went for another company with a mine some thirty miles away. Before starting, however, he visited Hemmings The secretary was surrounded by pigeon-holes and finer than ever; Scorrier blinked in the full radiance of his courtesy. a little man with eyebrows full of questions, and a grizzled beard was seated in an arm-chair by the fire "You know Mr. Booker, "said Hemmings--"one of my directors. This is Mr Scorrier, 1 The premises:(企业、机构等使用的)经营场地,生产场所。这里指 Hemmings工作的公司。 汽船 13 Convulsive:突然而无法控制的
柴科婷 英美短篇小说 10300120159 5 of self-preservation. He thought of the evening he had spent in the bosom of "Down-by-the-starn" Hemmings' family, receiving his last instructions--the security of that suburban villa, its discouraging gentility; the superior acidity of the Miss Hemmings; the noble names of large contractors, of company promoters, of a peer, dragged with the lightness of gun-carriages across the conversation; the autocracy of Hemmings, rasped up here and there, by some domestic contradiction. It was all so nice and safe--as if the whole thing had been fastened to an anchor sunk beneath the pink cabbages of the drawing-room carpet! Hemmings, seeing him off the premises11, had said with secrecy: "Little Pippin will have a good thing. We shall make his salary L----. He'll be a great man-quite a king. Ha-ha!" Scorrier shook the ashes from his pipe. 'Salary!' he thought, straining his ears; 'I wouldn't take the place for five thousand pounds a year. And yet it's a fine country,' and with ironic violence he repeated, 'a dashed fine country!' Ten days later, having finished his report on the new mine, he stood on the jetty waiting to go abroad the steamer12 for home. "God bless you!" said Pippin. "Tell them they needn't be afraid; and sometimes when you're at home think of me, eh?" Scorrier, scrambling on board, had a confused memory of tears in his eyes, and a convulsive 13 handshake. II It was eight years before the wheels of life carried Scorrier back to that disenchanted spot, and this time not on the business of the New Colliery Company. He went for another company with a mine some thirty miles away. Before starting, however, he visited Hemmings. The secretary was surrounded by pigeon-holes and finer than ever; Scorrier blinked in the full radiance of his courtesy. A little man with eyebrows full of questions, and a grizzled beard, was seated in an arm-chair by the fire. "You know Mr. Booker," said Hemmings--"one of my directors. This is Mr. Scorrier, 11 The premises: （企业、机构等使用的）经营场地，生产场所。这里指 Hemmings 工作的公司。 12 Steamer: 汽船 13 Convulsive: 突然而无法控制的