阿拉比 Araby（第1页）
阿拉比Araby
詹姆斯·乔伊斯JamesJoyce
詹姆斯·乔伊斯（1882—1941），20世纪世界最重要的作家之一，现实主义和象征主义相结合是他文学成就的最大特征。他是一位注重心理分析的小说家，其作品大量运用了意识流的手法。他在语言应用与文体风格上的创新对20世纪的文学有极其深刻的影响，被公认为西方现代文学大师，一位具有真正创造性的天才。其代表作有《都柏林人》《尤利西斯》等，本篇是《都柏林人》中的第三篇短篇小说。
NorthRidStreet，beingblind，wasaquietstreetexceptatthehourwheianBrothers'Schoolsettheboysfree。Anuninhabitedhouseoftwostoreysstoodatthebliaitsneighboursinasquaregrouherhousesofthestreet，sciousofdetliveswithinthem，gazedatohbrowurbablefaces。
&enantofourhouse，apriest，haddiedinthebag-room。Air，mustyfromhavingbeenlongenclosed，hunginalltherooms，aeroombehiwaslitteredwitholduselesspapers。AmongtheseIfoundafeer-coveredbooks，thepagesofwhichwereddamp:TheAbbot，byWalterScott，TheDevoutunidTheMemoirsofVidocq。Ilikedthelastbestbecauseitsleaveswereyellow。Thewildgardehehouseedatralapple-treearagglingbushes，underoneofwhidthelatetenant'srustybicycle-pump。Hehadbeeablepriest;inhiswillhehadleftallhismoitutioureofhishousetohissister。
&heshortdaysofwintercameduskfellbeforewehadwelleatenourdiihehouseshadgrowhespaceofskyaboveuswasthecolourvioletandtowardsitthelampsofthestreetliftedtheirfeeblelahecusailllowed。Ourshoutsethesilehecareerofourplaybroughtusthroughthedarkmuddylahehouseswherewerahtribesfromthecottages，tothebackdoorsofthedarkdrippinggardenswhereodorsarosefromtheashpits，tothedarkodorousstableswhereaoothedahehorseorshookmusithebuess。Whehtfromthekitdowshadfilledtheareas。Ifmyunclewasseenturningtheer，wehidintheshadowuntilwehadseenhimsafelyhan'ssistercameoutoeptocallherbrotherintohistea，wewatchedherfromourshadowpeerupanddow。Wewaitedtoseewhethershewouldremainoinand，ifsheremaiourshadotoMangan'sstepsresigingfuredefifromthehalf-openeddoor。Herbrotheralwaysteasedherbeforeheobeyed，andIstoodbytherailingslookingather。Herdressswungasshemovedherbody，aropeofherhairtossedfromsidetoside。
EverymIlayontheflooriparlherdoor。TheblindulleddowntowithinaninchofthesashsothatIotbeseen。Whehedoorstepmyheartleaped。Irantothehall，seizedmybooksandfollowedher。Ikeptherbrownfigurealwaysinmyeyeand，whehepointatwhichourwaysdiverged，Iquiedmypadpassedher。Thishappenedmafterm。Ihadneverspokeforafewcasualwords，ahernamewaslikeasummonstoallmyfoolishblood。
HerimageaeevehemosthostiletoromaurdayeveweingIhadtogotoeoftheparcels。Wewalkedthroughtheflariledbydrunkenmenandbargaihecursesoflabourers，theshrilllitaniesofshop-boyswhostoodonguardbythebarrelsofpigs'cheeks，thenasalgers，whosangae-all-youaboutO'DonovanRossa，oraballadaboutthetroublesinourhesenoisesvergediionoflifeforme:IimagiIboremychalicesafelythroffoes。HeromylipsatmomentsinstrangeprayersandpraiseswhichImyselfdidand。Myeyeswereoftenfulloftears（Iottellwhy）andattimesafloodfrommyheartseemedtopouritselfoutintomybosom。Ithoughtlittleofthefuture。IdidnotkherIwouldeverspeaktoherornotor，ifIspoketoher，howIcouldtellherofmyfusedadoration。Butmybodyandherwestureswerelikefingersrunninguponthewires。
Oneevehebag-roominwhichthepriesthaddied。Itwasadarkrainyeveningandtherewasnosouhroughohebrokenpaheraiheearth，thefierplayinginthesoddenbeds。Somedistantlamphtedwindowgleamedbelowme。IwasthankfulthatIcouldseesolittle。AllmyseodesiretoveilthemselvesaIwasabouttoslipfromthem，Ipressedthepalmsofmyhailtheytrembled，murmuring:'Olove!Olove!'manytimes。
Atlastshespoketome。WhensheaddressedthefirstwordstomeIwassofusedthatIdidnotknowwhattoanswer。SheaskedmewasIgoingtoAraby。IfotwhetherIansweredyesorno。Itlendidbazaar;shesaidshewouldlovetogo。
"Andwhy'tyou?"Iasked。
Whileshespokesheturnedasilverbradandrou。Sheotgo，shesaid，becausetherewouldbearetreatthatweeki。HerbrotherandtwootherbhtingfortheirdIwasaloherailings。Sheheldohespikes，bowiowardsme。Thelightfromthelampoppositehtthewhitecurveofherupherhairthatrestedthereand，falling，litupthehandup。Itfelloveronesideofherdressandcaughtthewhiteborderofapetticoat，justvisibleasshestoodatease。
"It'swellforyou，"shesaid。
"IfIgo，"Isaid，"Iwillbringyousomething。"
Whatinnumerablefollieslaidwastemyingthoughtsafterthatevening!Iwishedtoaedidays。Ichafedagainsttheworkofschool。AtnightinmybedroomandbydayintheagecamebetageIstrovetoread。ThesyllablesofthewordArabywereethroughthesilenwhichmysoulluxuriatedandEastermentoverme。Iaskedforleavetogotothebazaarht。Myauntrised，awasnotsomeFreemasonaffair。Iaionsinclass。Iwatchedmymaster'sfacepassfromamiabilitytosternness;hehopedIwasoidle。Iywahoughtstogether。Ihadhardlyahtheseriousworkoflifewhiowthatitstoodbetweenmeandmydesire，seemedtomechild'splay，uglymonotonouschild'splay。
OnSaturdaymIremindedmyuIwishedtogotothebazaarintheevening。Hewasfussiand，looki-brush，aly:
"Yes，boy，Iknow。"
&hehallIotgoiparlourahewihehouseinbadhumourandwalkedslowlytowardstheschool。Theairitilesslyrawandalreadymyheartmisgaveme。
Wheodinnermyuyetbeeillitwasearly。Isatstaringattheetimeaigbegantoirritateme，Ilefttheroom。Imouairdgaiheupperpartofthehouse。Thehigh，pty，gloomyroomsliberatedmeafromring。Fromthefrontmypanionsplayihestreet。Theircriesreachedmeweakenedandindistind，leaningmyfainstthecoolglass，Ilookedoveratthedarkhousewhereshelived。Imayhavestoodtherefnothingbutthebrown-cladfigurecastbymyimagination，toucheddiscreetlybythelamplightattheeck，atthehandupsandattheborderbelowthedress。
WheairsagainIfouingatthefire。Shewasanold，garrulousawnbroker'shocollectedusedstampsforsomepiouspurpose。Ihadtossipoftheteatable。Themealrolongedbeyondanhourandstillmyurs。Mercerstooduptogo:shewassorryshe'twaitawasaftereighto'dshedidobeoutlate，asthenightairwasbadforher。Whenshehadgooanddowntheroom，gmyfists。Myauntsaid:
"I'mafraidyoumayputoffyourbazaarfhtofOurLord。"
Atnineo'clockIheardmyuncle'slatthehalldoor。Iheardhimtalkingtohimselfahehallstandroithadreceivedtheweightofhisovercoat。Iterpretthesesigns。aythroughhisdinogivemethemoothebazaar。Hehadfotten。
"Thepeopleareiertheirfirstsleepnow，"hesaid。
Ididsaidtetically:
"'tyougivehimthemohimgo?You'vekepthimlateenoughasitis。"
Myunclesaidhewasverysorryhehadfotten。Hesaidhebelievedintheoldsaying:"AlllaymakesJackadullboy。"HeaskedmewhereIwasgoingaoldhimasee，heaskedmedidIknowTheArab'sFarewelltohisSteed。Whehekithewasabouttorecitetheopehepieyaunt。
IheldaflhtlyinmyhandasIstrodedownBughamStreettowardsthestatioofthestreetsthrohbuyersandglaringwithgasreethepurposeofmyjourookmyseatinathird-classcarriageofadesertedtraiolerabledelaythetraiofthestationslowly。ItongruinoushousesawinkliWestlandRowStationacrowdofpeoplepressedtedoors;buttheportersmovedthembagthatiteforthebazaar。Iremaihebarecarriage。Iesthetraindrewupbesideanimprovisedwoodenplatform。Ipassedoutontotheroadandsawbythelighteddialofaclockthatitwasteen。Infrontofmewasalargebuildingwhichdisplayedthemagiame。
Iotfindarand，fearingthatthebazaarwouldbeclosed，Ipassedinquicklythroughaturnstile，handingashillingtman。Ifoundmyselfinabighallgirdledathalfitsheightbyagallery。Nearlyallthestallsweredthegreaterpartofthehallwasindarkness。Ireizedasilewhichpervadesachurchafteraservice。Iwalkedihebazaartimidly。Afewpeatheredaboutthestallswhichwerestillopeaihewordstaeninps，twomeingmoneyoehefallofthes。
RememberingwithdifficultywhyIhade，Iweooallsandexaminedporvasesas。AtthedoorofthestallayoungladywastalkingandlaughingwithtwoyoulemeheirEnglishadlisteheirversation。
"O，Ineversaidsug!"
"O，butyoudid!"
"O，butIdidn't!"
"Didn'tshesaythat?"
"Yes。Iheardher。"
"O，there'sa。。。fib!"