蒂尔达·斯文顿 | 朗读《白鲸记》（上）

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago -- never mind how long precisely -- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

你就叫我以实玛利吧。那是有些年头的事了——到底是多少年以前，且不去管它——当时我口袋里没有几个钱，说一文不名也未尝不可，而在岸上又没有特别让我感兴趣的事可干。我于是想，不如去当一阵子水手，好见识见识那水的世界。

It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

这对于去除我的心火，调节血脉流通，未始不是个办法。每当我发现自己绷紧了嘴角；每当我的心情有如潮湿阴雨的十一月天气；每当我发现自己不由自主地在棺材铺门前驻足流连，遇上一队送葬的行列必尾随其后；特别是每当我的忧郁症发作到了这等地步：我之所以没有存心闯到街上去把行人的帽子一顶顶打飞，那只是怕触犯了为人处世的道德准则；——一到这种时候，我便心里有数：事不宜迟，还是赶紧出海为妙。

This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.

除此之外，只有用手枪子弹了结此生一法。当年的伽图以一种哲学家的姿态引颈自戮，今天的我则悄然上船。这本没有什么可奇怪的。只要了解此中况味的人都知道：所有的人或多或少，或先或后，都会生出向往海洋的感情，和我的相差无几。

There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs--commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.

这里就是曼哈托人的岛城，一座座码头拦腰环绕着它，犹如那些西印度小岛为珊瑚礁所环绕一般。商业的浪潮包围冲激着全城。左右两厢的街道无一不把你引向水滨。城的最南端是炮台。几个小时之前从岸上还看不见的潮水冲刷着那气派非凡的防波堤，凉风则吹拂着它。瞧那一群群看水景的人。

Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?--Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries.

选一个梦一般的安息日下午，绕城走上一圈，从科里亚斯角到科恩蒂斯岬，从那儿经白厅往北，你看到些什么？看到了全城四周布满了成千上万的普通百姓，一个个像沉默的哨兵，在做着海洋梦。

Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster-- tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?

有的靠着木头桩子；有的坐在埠头前梢；有的越过从中国来的船只的舷墙向远处眺望；有的高高地蹲在索具上，像是要登高望远，更好地看到大海。然而这些都是岸上人，一星期六天关在板条灰面房子里，不是站柜台，便是坐一天板凳或爬一天书案。怎么会是这样的呢？难道绿野平畴都消失啦？他们在这儿干的什么？

But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in.

嘿，这儿来了更多的人群，一直朝水边走，看来像是要跳下水去！真怪！他们不走到陆地的尽头死也不甘心，待在仓库那边阴凉的背风地里不过瘾。不，他们非尽可能地挨近水不可，非要近得再进一步就会失足掉下去。

And there they stand--miles of them--leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues,-- north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?

于是他们就在那儿站着——有几哩，也许有十几哩长。全是内陆的人，从胡同巷子，大马路小街道来——东西南北全有。可是一到这儿他们就联合了起来。告诉我，是不是所有那些船上的指南针的磁力把他们吸引到了那儿？

Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries--stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region.

再比如说吧，你在乡间，在湖泊纵横的高原上；不管你走哪一条小路，它十之八九会把你引到溪谷，把你留在溪旁一个水塘边。这其中有魔法在起作用。一个人，不管他如何心不在焉，不管他如何沉思而不能自拔，只要他站起来，开步走，只要这一带地方有水，他总会领你到水边，万无一失。

Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.

万一你是在美国大沙漠中，渴了，要是你的商队里碰巧有一位玄学教授，不妨试一试上面这个办法。是啊，人人知道，沉思默想是和水永远密不可分的。