The Old Man And The Sea C23

　　They came. But they did not come as the Mako had come. One turned and went out of sight under the skiff and the old man could feel the skiff shake as he jerked and pulled on the fish. The other watched the old man with his slitted yellow eyes and then cam e in fast with his half circle of jaws wide to hit the fish where he had already been bitten. The line showed clearly on the top of his brown head and back where the brain joined the spinal cord and the old man drove the knife on the oar into the juncture , withdrew it, and drove it in again into the shark‘s yellow cat-like eyes. The shark let go of the fish and slid down, swallowing what he had taken as he died.

　　它们来啦。但是它们来的方式和那条灰鲭鲨的不同。一条鲨鱼转了个身，钻到小船底下不见了，它用嘴拉扯着死鱼，老人觉得小船在晃动。另一条用它一条缝似的黄眼睛注视着老人，然后飞快地游来，半圆形的上下颚大大地张开着，朝鱼身上被咬过的地方咬去。它褐色的头顶以及脑子跟脊髓相连处的背脊上有道清清楚楚的纹路，老人把绑在桨上的刀子朝那交叉点扎进去，拔出来，再扎进这鲨鱼的黄色猫眼。鲨鱼放开了咬住的鱼，身子朝下溜，临死时还把咬下的肉吞了下去。

　　The skiff was still shaking with the destruction the other shark was doing to the fish and the old man let go the sheet so that the skiff would swing broadside and bring the shark out from under. When he saw the shark he leaned over the side and punched a t him. He hit only meat and the hide was set hard and he barely got the knife in. The blow hurt not only his hands but his shoulder too. But the shark came up fast with his head out and the old man hit him squarely in the center of his flat-topped head as his nose came out of water and lay against the fish. The old man withdrew the blade and punched the shark exactly in the same spot again. He still hung to the fish with his jaws hooked and the old man stabbed him in his left eye. The shark still hung the re.

　　另一条鲨鱼正在咬啃那条鱼，弄得小船还在摇晃，老人就放松了帆脚索，让小船横过来，使鲨鱼从船底下暴露出来。？”他一看见鲨鱼，就从船舷上探出身子，一桨朝它戳去。他只戳在肉上，但鲨鱼的皮紧绷着，刀子几乎戳不进去。这一戳不仅震痛了他那双手，也震痛了他的肩膀。但是鲨鱼迅速地浮上来，露出了脑袋，老人趁它的鼻子伸出水面挨上那条鱼的时候，对准它扁平的脑袋正中扎去。老人拔出刀刃，朝同一地方又扎了那鲨鱼一下。它依旧紧锁着上下颚，咬住了鱼不放，老人一刀戳进它的左眼。鲨鱼还是吊在那里。

　　"No?" the old man said and he drove the blade between the vertebrae and the brain. It was an easy shot now and he felt the cartilage sever. The old man reversed the oar and put the blade between the shark‘s jaws to open them. He twisted the blade and as t he shark slid loose he said, "Go on, galano. Slide down a mile deep. Go see your friend, or maybe it‘s your mother."

　　“还不够吗？”老人说着，把刀刃戳进它的脊骨和脑子之间。这时扎起来很容易，他感到它的软骨折断了。老人把桨倒过来，把刀刃插进鲨鱼的两颚之间，想把它的嘴撬开。他把刀刃一转，鲨鱼松了嘴溜开了，他说：“走吧，加拉诺鲨，溜到一英里深的水里去吧。去找你的朋友，也许那是你的妈妈吧。”

　　The old man wiped the blade of his knife and laid down the oar. Then he found the sheet and the sail filled and he brought the skiff onto her course.

　　老人擦了擦刀刃，把桨放下。然后他摸到了帆脚索，张起帆来，使小船顺着原来的航线走。

　　"They must have taken a quarter of him and of the best meat," he said aloud. "I wish it were a dream and that I had never hooked him. I‘m sorry about it, fish. It makes everything wrong." He stopped and he did not want to look at the fish now. Drained of blood and awash he looked the colour of the silver backing of a mirror and his stripes still showed.

　　“它们一定把这鱼吃掉了四分之一，而且都是上好的肉，”他说出声来。“但愿这是一场梦，我压根儿没有钓到它。我为这件事感到真抱歉，鱼啊。这把一切都搞糟啦。”他顿住了，此刻不想朝鱼望了。它流尽了血，被海水冲刷着，看上去象镜子背面镀的银色，身上的条纹依旧看得出来。

　　"I shouldn‘t have gone out so far, fish," he said. "Neither for you nor for me. I‘m sorry, fish."

　　“我原不该出海这么远的，鱼啊，”他说。鞍对你对我都不好。我很抱歉，鱼啊。”

　　Now, he said to himself. Look to the lashing on the knife and see if it has been cut. Then get your hand in order because there still is more to come.

　　得了，他对自己说。去看看绑刀子的绳子，看看有没有断。然后把你的手弄好，因为还有鲨鱼要来。

　　"I wish I had a stone for the knife," the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt. "I should have brought a stone." You should have brought many things, he thought. But you did not bring them, old man. Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

　　“但愿有块石头可以磨磨刀，”老人检查了绑在桨把子上的刀子后说。“我原该带一块磨石来的。”你应该带来的东西多着哪，他想。但是你没有带来，老家伙啊。眼下可不是想你什么东西没有带的时候，想想你用手头现有的东西能做什么事儿吧。

　　"You give me much good counsel," he said aloud. "I‘m tired of it."

　　“你给了我多少忠告啊，“他说出声来。”我听得厌死啦。”

　　He held the tiller under his arm and soaked both his hands in the water as the skiff drove forward.

　　他把舵柄夹在胳肢窝里，双手浸在水里，小船朝前驶去。

　　"God knows how much that last one took," he said. "But she‘s much lighter now."

　　“天知道最后那条就鲨鱼咬掉了多少鱼肉，”他说。“这船现在可轻得多了。”

　　He did not want to think of the mutilated under-side of the fish. He knew that each of the jerking bumps of the shark had been meat torn away and that the fish now made a trai l for all sharks as wide as a highway through the sea.

　　他不愿去想那鱼残缺不全的肚子。他知道鲨鱼每次猛地撞上去，总要撕去一点肉，还知道鱼此刻给所有的鲨鱼留下了一道臭迹，宽得象海面上的一条公路一样。

　　He was a fish to keep a man all winter, he thought. Don‘t think of that. Just rest and try to get your hands in shape to defend what is left of him. The blood smell from my hands means nothing now with all that scent in the water. Besides they do not blee d much. There is nothing cut that means anything. The bleeding may keep the left from cramping.

　　它是条大鱼，可以供养一个人整整一冬，他想。别想这个啦。还是休息休息，把你的手弄弄好，保护这剩下的鱼肉吧。水里的血腥气这样浓，我手上的血腥气就算不上什么了。开说，这双手上出的血也不多。给割奇的地方都算不上什么。出血也许能使我的左手不再抽筋。

　　What can I think of now? he thought. Nothing. I must think of nothing and wait for the next ones. I wish it had really been a dream, he thought. But who knows? I might have turned out well.

　　我现在还有什么事可想？他想。什么也没有。我必须什么也不想，等待下一条鲨鱼来。但愿这真是一场梦，他想。不过谁说得准呢？也许结果会是好的。

　　The next shark that came was a single shovelnose. He came like a pig to the trough if a pig had a mouth so wide that you could put your head in it. The old man let him hit the fish and then drove the knife on the oar down into his brain. But the shark jer ked backwards as he rolled and the knife blade snapped.

　　接着来的鲨鱼是条单独的铲鼻鲨。看它的来势，就象一头猪奔向饲料槽，如果说猪能有这么大的嘴，你可以把脑袋伸进去的话。老人让它咬住了鱼，然后把桨上绑着的刀子扎进它的脑子。但是鲨鱼朝后猛地一扭，打了个滚，刀刃啪地一声断了。

　　The old man settled himself to steer. He did not even watch the big shark sinking slowly in the water, showing first life-size, then small, then tiny. That always fascinated the old man. But he did not even watch it now.

　　老人坐定下来掌舵。他都不去看那条大鲨鱼在水里慢慢地下沉，它起先是原来那么大，然后渐渐小了，然后只剩一丁点儿了。这种情景总叫老人看得入迷。可是这会他看也不看一眼。

　　"I have the gaff now," he said. "But it will do no good. I have the two oars and the tiller and the short club."

　　“我现在还有那根鱼钩，“他说。”不过它没什么用处。我还有两把桨和那个舵把和那根短棍。”

　　Now they have beaten me, he thought. I am too old to club sharks to death. But I will try as long as I have the oars and the short club and the tiller.

　　它们如今可把我打败了，他想。我太老了，不能用棍子打死鲨鱼了。但是只要我有桨和短棍和舵把，我就要试试。

　　He put his hands in the water again to soak them. It was getting late in the afternoon and he saw nothing but the sea and the sky. There was more wind in the sky than there had been, and soon he hoped that he would see land.

　　他又把双手浸在水里泡着。下午渐渐过去，快近傍晚了，他除了海洋和天空，什么也看不见。空中的风比刚才大了，他指望不久就能看到陆地。

　　"You‘re tired, old man," he said. "You‘re tired inside."

　　“你累乏了，老家伙，”他说。“你骨子里累乏了。”

　　The sharks did not hit him again until just before sunset.

　　直到快日落的时候，鲨鱼才再来袭击它。